Three hundred and fiftieth chapters resurrection drama
The meaning of depravity has lost its gathering point, and can only wander confusedly over the city, waiting for the moment it dissipates.
On the ruined streets filled with a sense of decadence, Fang Tianmu passed by like a stroll. His shoes stepped on the broken wood and gravel, feeling the unevenness and making a subtle sound.
Several non-human-looking black charcoal corpses were lying on the road, and Fang Tianmu didn't even bother to give them a glance.
"Why is a mere lich worthy of you protecting it so much? Even if it has the potential to become a god, there must be quite a few of you with god-level powers." As he walked, Fang Tianmu murmured to himself the doubts in his heart.
His eyes looked towards the figure on the ground in the distance.
It seems that thanks to the protection of a large amount of fallen intention, the lich was not directly evaporated by Fang Tianmu's move.
But he still suffered a lot of damage, and his body collapsed due to the failure to become a god. The outcome was already doomed.
"I...failed..." the Lich said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes, you failed." Fang Tianmu stepped forward. Although the outcome was already determined, Fang Tianmu was prepared to end it definitely for the sake of safety.
"What did you do?" the lich asked.
It sensed that something was wrong, and although it was forced to be promoted in a situation where there were many interferences and was not fully prepared, and the result of failure was quite reasonable, it still felt something was not right.
It's as if an invisible hand has touched its fate.
"The inspiration is so high? You actually noticed it." Fang Tianmu once again expressed surprise at the lich.
"You, indeed..."
"Yes, I did it." Fang Tianmu also admitted, "The ritual of becoming a god inherently has many uncertainties. Success is possible and failure is also possible. And all I have to do is focus on the future I want to see.
Give me a little guidance.”
"Guide to the future..." The Lich chewed on the meaning, "It's really a powerful force..."
"Yeah." Fang Tianmu accepted the lich's praise, and then stopped beside the lich, "You also brought me a lot of surprises, which are rare. Then, have a good sleep."
"Surprise...is it? Then, how about this surprise...?"
"Huh?" Fang Tianmu frowned when he heard the lich's inaudible voice.
At this moment, the fallen spirits floating in the sky suddenly gathered in one direction with a high degree of unity. They were not lichs, but another place.
"You have questions. Why... they want to help me..." The Lich continued, "I, tell you. They want me to 'resurrect' a person."
Fang Tianmu's face was as dark as water at this moment.
"I have only seen the body of that person. Just the remaining body is still me. I have only seen it in my life. It seems like a sleeping mountain, even more powerful.
"I can't feel that person's soul, and there's not even any mental remnant. And when I tried to explore the traces of magic power on the body, inspiration warned me that I must not explore it.
"That person is probably still alive. That's what I judged. However, they wanted to rely on me to make the body move and 'alive' it. Even if I told them my discovery, they denied it."
Having said this, the Lich turned his head at a slight angle to look at Fang Tianmu: "From your expression, I can see that you know who that person is.
"It seems that it was indeed a big surprise. Knowing that I failed, I activated the backup plan, modified the ritual instructions and handed it over to the body. I kept my promise, even if I failed, I would help them. That body is very strong,
The ceremony is just to create a new soul. With sufficient preparation, the body will take care of the follow-up."
At this point, Fang Tianmu is no longer with it.
Listening to the retreating footsteps, the Lich sighed slowly after being silent for a long time.
"I'm not reconciled, because I failed. But, there is also a trace of joy. Why?" It touched its chest, "Is it because I surprised that scary person in the end? Or... yes, I didn't fail.
.Now, am I just...haha...hahahaha...hahahahahaha!"
It didn't fail.
Because even if it was only for a short moment, it really went through the ritual and felt such deep emotions.
It really doesn't care about becoming a god or something.
It just wants to experience it, that's all.
In that crazy and joyful laughter, the Lich's body completely collapsed and shattered, turning into pieces that were no different from the debris and dust on the earth.
…
Fang Tianmu discharged the copper coins, but after the first combination in mid-air, the coins bounced away as if they had the same magnetic poles.
Some of them even broke into pieces.
He escaped and in the blink of an eye he came to a large theater where a large number of depraved thoughts gathered. He tried to stop all this but found that there was no way to do it. His attempts to block fate were rejected directly.
In the end, he could only bite the bullet and walked into the theater in front of him.
The huge theater was empty at this time. It was normal. After he slapped him in the air, people in the city naturally fled.
At the entrance, Fang Tianmu caught a glimpse of the drama released at this time today - "The Throne"
He had the impression that it was an older script. It had been revised many times since it was handed down from the Fawang period to the present.
The story tells the story of a perfect prince in a fictional country who is smart, civilized and military, and overcomes many obstacles to take over the throne from his father.
There was one scene that left a deep impression on Fang Tianmu.
The prince's rival faction was defeated by the prince head-on, and finally sought the help of an evil wizard to turn a beggar into a person exactly like the prince.
The same appearance, the same height and weight, the same talent and intelligence, and the same bravery and unyielding spirit. This became the last and biggest challenge for the prince before he took the throne.
The battle between truth and falsehood is very fascinating in various classic scripts.
When Fang Tianmu saw this scene, his heart felt a little heavy.
"Is this the price of playing with fate? Obviously I only touch a tiny detail every time." Fang Tianmu shook his head and let out a self-deprecating laugh as he walked into the largest theater.
There was a figure sitting on the prop throne on the high platform.
Even though he knew it was fake, Fang Tianmu couldn't help but feel a little dazed and nostalgic the moment he saw that figure.
That figure was wearing a gorgeous and exquisite robe, with a bright red cloak covering half of his body. His head was lowered and supported by one hand, and his face could not be seen for a while.
"No matter how many times you walk through this world, you will always feel that stupid ants are so crazy that they can do anything." Fang Tianmu laughed, and then laughed in anger.
As if being disturbed by Fang Tianmu's voice, the figure on the throne moved slightly, and finally slowly raised his head.
Exquisite facial features, soft lines but not weak, will make countless people who see it can't help but kneel down. The long black hair is tied into a braid and hangs forward from the right shoulder.
He opened his eyes, his cold dark golden gaze contained endless majesty, and rolled toward Fang Tianmu with a heavy sense of oppression.
But Fang Tianmu's collar was only slightly blown by the airflow, but he still had a smile on his lips.