Existing in the Temple of Bones, sitting on the Throne of Bones...
The young man on the throne changed from crouching to sitting upright, his cold eyes scanning every being standing in front of him.
And just the meeting of eyes is enough to make ordinary people tremble.
Those were a pair of eyes that had seen hell... For a moment, everyone could probably only think of this sentence to describe the other person's eyes - that weird red, stacked with layers of sinister black, like
It is the calamity fire in the depths of hell. It can make almost any creature that looks directly at him feel the cold fear from the depths of its soul. It is so cold that it turns into some kind of scalding pain.
A dozen remaining soldiers fell down and knelt down one after another. The invisible gaze possessed irresistible power... Even the mage was no exception. He retreated in panic, and then tripped over a piece of bones.
His eyes have become hollow and lifeless, and his lips are opening and closing weakly, as if he is trying to recite a spell, but it turns into a messy murmur before he can speak out.
As for the young earl, although he seemed to be fine, after a slight hesitation, he suddenly knelt down on one knee.
Of course, not everyone will be overwhelmed by the fear and pain. The holy flames in Elena's body surged, maintaining the temperature within a few feet of the surrounding area at an appropriate level. The half-elf silently took a few steps back.
, making himself invisible in a patch of light and shadow. On the other side, the black robe of the psychic warlock trembled slightly, and was silent for a moment, but in the end he just stood still, motionless.
"Interesting, very interesting... It was no wonder that I moved the space and sent you directly here." The young man on the throne said, with a little joy in his voice, like a child who saw a novel toy.
"Two beautiful girls have the attention of gods and good power... However, in this place, your gods cannot give you more help. As for you, mortal, you are Bain,
The descendant of that stupid bear? I never thought that such a strong guy would have such a beautiful descendant like you."
He slowly moved his eyes, examining them one by one, and finally landed on the face under the shadow of the black robe.
"He's actually a Tuminis. A mage. Or a wanderer? They are all, but none of them, interesting existence... It seems to have some familiar flavor, well, it makes people nostalgic, some kind of power."
Edward was silent - actually, it was not that he didn't want to speak, but the invisible power shrouded his head like a mountain - it was a huge, indifferent will, which spread, squeezed, pricked, and exhausted in the void.
All the changes, trying to break through Edward's defenses, the psychic had to gather all his will to barely be able to compete with him!
"So, what do you want to do here? What do you want to get?"
"Yes...yes, Your Majesty. I want..."
The little earl's voice trembled. Not only with fear, but also with excitement, but Edward interrupted him first. The silver light in the mind's eyes flashed, as if it took a lot of effort to utter every word.
"You...are Iskandar?"
"That's right." The smile at the corner of the young man's mouth became even bigger, and Qingyue's voice echoed in the temple of bones: "I am the King of Heroes, the Emperor of Thousand Years, and the King of the World, Iskandar!"
…
The King of Heroes...that guy should at least be golden...No, is this an idiotic encounter arranged by some bastard?
Edward groaned and cursed in his heart.
The power of Murphy's Law will always be exerted inadvertently... In fact, as long as you think about it from another angle, the answer is obvious. Since this is Pan's labyrinth and Iskandar's mausoleum, except for himself
, who else can go to such great lengths to show off his power?
But……
If all the spirits weren't dealing with the surge of pressure, the psychic might have cursed - he came to look for the treasure house of Iskandar, but he came across his real body. This matter became...
What a shame...
If the words that the kid said before are still connected to the soul and have some truth, then the guy in front of him should indeed be the undead of Iskandar.... Edward had originally suspected that such a powerful person was not
It might simply pass away like that - even the priest of the evil god can be transformed into a lich as long as he is powerful enough to a certain extent. What's more, according to those legends, this emperor also possesses the nine powers of the gods?
So what to do?
This guy Iskandar claims to be favored by the gods, so how can the power he possesses be comparable to that of ordinary people? The empire may have used the strength of the whole country to seal it in this special plane - since the seal
It costs so much to defeat him with the help of such incompetent characters? I'm afraid it's just a fantasy!
Moreover, judging from his appearance, he can already easily change the spatial combination around him. In other words, he has at least mastered some of the laws in this demiplane. Even if he wants to escape, what are the chances?
"Yes, Your Majesty... The purpose of my coming here... I hope, I hope to gain the ability of my ancestors, follow your banner, and promote your glory..."
"Follow my flag? It's really interesting. When the stupid bear rebelled against me, what kind of expression would he show if he heard this sentence? It's really hard to help but want to see..."
Young man... the undead soul of Iskandar let out a sneer. "Are you hungry for power? Yes, I will give you power. Since you can't rule the earth again, then let me use my power to complete my unfinished wishes.
Okay. But power is not given to the weak. Once you go against my will, your power will be taken away. In this case, can you still take the oath?"
"Yes, I swear..."
The little earl gritted his teeth and uttered an oath without hesitation - the first thing everyone sees in the face of interests is mostly the interests rather than the risks behind them, not to mention that everyone has to give it a try anyway. Since there are such generous rewards, so it is necessary
The risk taken seems a bit unreasonable, especially for those who think they have nothing.
He stretched out his hand, and a subtle halo of light lit up there. The icy blue luster was clearly outlined in the air, and the mysterious symbol, with a slight twist, fell into the arms of the little earl.
"Open your mind and accept it. Become one with your soul. Then you can get this power. Then, use it to bring war, people, wealth, and land to that world... to conquer and destroy.
.Turn everything in the world into the empire’s property, into my property!”
"...Ahhh!"
The symbol melts as soon as it touches the body!
The little earl let out a scream, and his whole body trembled like an electric shock! In a moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly burst out around him! The bones on the ground crackled, and pale frost spread around him, and he opened his eyes again
When looking at the eyes, subtle
Snowflakes had already condensed in the space around him, and the child waved his hand... Then a piece of icy wind condensed and took shape in his hand. It stretched, stretched, and with a small stabbing sound, it pierced the skeleton decoration next to it, and the bones
Splashing in all directions, ice edges spurt out!
Edward gently arched his body and tensed every nerve and muscle. Although the power was built from the cold air. He could feel the strange and arbitrary power. It was the same as the flame used by the Scarlet Knight.
Almost identical!
"Stop!" The paladin suddenly let out a low roar: the long sword in his hand, the holy white flame rose, "You... imprisoned part of his soul?"
"If you want something, you should pay the corresponding price. Isn't this common sense in the world?" The young emperor sat upright and responded casually, but his eyes did not leave his silver eyes: "Since you are already here, I must,
Are you the same, interested in my power? Well, the pursuit of power by the strong is the driving force for their survival... Well, I can also give you power, although you are not connected to my bloodline."
"I have no interest in the power controlled by others. No matter how strong it is, it is just a shackle." Edward stepped back, his mental power having been released to the maximum: "In this world, only power can dominate everything. You
You will want to get it, the power that can dominate everything."
"Strong power can dominate everything, but power is not everything, well... not to mention, you are not as powerful as you think." Edward's footsteps were still retreating, his voice was trembling, but unusually firm,
He stared at the other person's face, his right hand slowly caressed his left hand, holding the tiny bracelet.
He has now determined that this guy's thinking is obviously not normal.
It is not unreasonable for us to call undead creatures twisted existences - they are usually corpses and souls driven by negative energy, but negative energy is the existence of hatred and sadness in the multiverse.
The combination of pain, destruction and the like will inevitably be eroded by it as long as it comes into contact, leaving only the instinctive hatred of the living. The memories, emotions and persistent ideals of the lifetime have all turned into a fanatical hatred for this kind of hatred at this moment.
of nourishment.
Iskandar was probably betrayed and died by his subordinates. How could such emotions be transformed into peace? What's more, the guy in front of him has been bound by the maze for hundreds of years, and there may not have been any form of communication during this period.
Even if he is normal, he may eventually become a lunatic!
Edward has no interest in becoming the puppet of his crazy revengeful desire, no matter how powerful the power he gives him.
"I'm afraid, it's not up to you to choose..." The smile at the corner of the young man's mouth became a little cold, and a subtle gray color condensed on his fingertips, pointing towards Edward's body.
"stop!"
In the midst of the shouts, Elena jumped up, spreading out three pairs of beautiful wings behind her. At this moment, the body of the paladin was as dazzling as the sun. With a light jump of his body, the neat bones on the ground melted like snow!
But there was no such fierce confrontation as imagined.
"Well, not bad."
As if he was enjoying human beings' surprise, the corners of the young emperor's handsome lips curled up in an arc of joy - he just raised one hand to stop the scorching sun-like sword edge!
The arms stretched out from the luxurious robes were unarmored, slender, white, and delicate enough to make ladies and ladies jealous and resentful. However, no matter the blazing holy flame or the sharp sword edge, in front of the wrist that deceived the frost and snow, it was
Can't make any progress!
"You are the first human being who dares to swing a sword at me in seven... no, eight hundred years. I have to say that it is also a god-given power, and it can indeed protect you." The young man smiled: "
Little girl, it's a good weapon... but it's a pity that you are still too weak. You can hardly exert half of its power."
"Void!" he shouted, and the surrounding space actually bowed to his orders - the space collapsed toward the center at that moment. Like a squeezed box, it restrained the human figure in the air! "Ice!"
The second word is emitted,
So the wind around him was biting! A gray cloud appeared out of thin air. It was extended from the space. Countless ice crystals! They had gathered in the blink of an eye and turned into spikes of flashing cold light, stabbing towards the sealed paladin.
past!
"Elena!" Edward let out a low roar, and his mental power burst out with all his strength! The time was reversed, the rules were changed, and the body of the paladin disappeared in a flash of silver light in the next moment! And the ice spear that was sure to hit failed.
They collided with each other and made a loud bang. They exploded into powder for a day!
The time jump relieved the paladin from the imminent crisis, but the strong mental oppression suddenly returned like a tsunami. Edward's breathing was stagnant, and he almost fell down!
The next moment, the paladin's body reappeared in the dazzling luster. She turned over in the air and burst out a sharp sword of light, but it was still worthless. The decoration next to the Bone Throne shimmered in the light.
It seemed to melt away. But the young emperor only narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You are indeed different. A very interesting power. It does not disturb the magic network, but you can use such strange abilities." The young man slowly stood up from the gray powder of the remains of the throne, and narrowed his eyes.
eyes:
Edward couldn't help but feel numbness in the back of his head. He jumped forward like an instinctive reaction, and a large flame burned on the bones. Countless blades appeared out of thin air and inserted into the ground behind him with a click. Several swords appeared on the ground immediately.
A criss-crossing crack!
"Well, okay, this should be a very interesting game. It's just you and me participating. It's really a pity." The young man retracted his finger and waved it in the air, and a large blue flame ignited in the air, and lines were outlined.
There were clear shadows, some of which were the four humans we had encountered before, while others were a group of twisted and terrifying undead beings.
"You seem to have some less interesting companions. They are just ordinary people. Although they have power, they are not interesting at all." He smiled: "However, it is not bad to use it as an embellishment for a game.
.”
There was a slight squeaking sound, and the door behind everyone closed, but then, it burst open with a loud bang!
Several huge monsters flew into the door following the noise, smashing the two exquisite altars into large pieces of broken bones!
"What is this place? Huh?"
The same huge reddish-brown figure then broke in! The bulging muscles made this guy look taller and even a few feet wider than before. But looking around, the countless piles of delicate
The giant man could not help but take a breath of air: "The terrifying power...the power of death!"
"The strong negative energy has almost condensed..."
The young man named Tiberius Gracchus immediately stepped into the door and looked around - even though it seemed that he had also experienced a battle, his posture was still perfect and proud. Only when his eyes fell on the figure of the throne,
His body trembled involuntarily, and after a long pause, he murmured in a low voice: "I can't believe it, that's the emperor...it's Emperor Iskandar himself? Is this an illusion?"
"It should be an entity. I can't see any illusion here, Your Highness."
The old mage and the woman in a cloak immediately stepped into the lobby. A series of spells shone around him, but his voice could not help but become heavier: "And the performance of this power is also consistent with the records handed down. However,
He is obviously not a human being, so please be careful."
"Well, this time, is it the bloodline of Zolgen, that cunning old red dragon? No, it's not just that, there are other auras... covering almost all the bloodlines of those people?"
The figure on the throne finally stood up slowly. As a result, powerful energy burst out around him: "Are you also a seeker of my power? Although it is a bit too simple and boring... However, I can give you power.
.What do you want? The same bloodline as yours? The controller of the sky? Or, the spreader of death?"
"I..." The young man frowned deeply. But before he could say anything, Edward had already spoken first.
"It's best not to listen to what he says, otherwise you will end up becoming puppets controlled by him, repeating the mistakes of your ancestors, and starting a new round of war on the mainland in his place." The paladin was already standing beside Edward,
Those brilliant wings allowed him to take a breath of relief from the heavy pressure: "The way to gain strength is not just to pray,"
"If it is really Emperor Iskandar, then your idea can only be a ridiculous extravagance."
The old mage spoke, he raised his gaze and his pale brows trembled slightly: "According to legend, he has the favor of nine divine powers. Even low-level gods are just equal existences in front of him.
We can only pray for his strength and become his dependents, otherwise, there is only destruction waiting for us."
"I believe that the power Iskandar possesses can scare even the gods, especially in the main material plane where the gods are suppressed. Nine different powers are enough to make a mortal become a god. But you,
You can't do this." Edward stared at the figure and said word by word:
"You are not Iskandar at all. To be precise, you are just a part of him, an individual born with the help of the mutation of divine power, and possessing part of his memory. Or, you simply re-created it based on some parts, an individual
It's just a missing body, a remaining mirror image!" To be continued...
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