Chapter 1736: Die to life, live to death, for the legend of the undead
Chapter 1741 Dying towards life and living towards death are the legends of the undead
“I didn’t mean to offend you!!!”
Archmage Heins shouted at the top of his lungs. Not only did he shout, he also tried his best to mobilize his strength. The white bone robe opened, and the nineteen ghosts on the robe whined and poked out from the dark black robe.
To start with:
Hold on!
Hold on, ah, ah, ah!
Give me a little time, give me a word! Just one word! Let me defend! Let me defend!!!
He thought that he had tried his best, and thought that he had used his greatest strength, and his voice was broken by shouting.
However, under the golden light, he could only hear the sound of blood rushing in his ears, the sound of his vocal cords beating, opening and closing, almost tearing, and the sound of air blowing out of his nose and throat.
Apart from that, he didn't hear his own shouts, or the shrill screams of the ghosts on the bone robe - as soon as the golden light fell, they retracted one by one, or in other words, were pressed back into the bone robe.
among.
Bursts of black smoke came out of the deep black robe, and the ghost screamed heartbreakingly. It was obviously severely injured under the sun. But the scream only echoed in the meditation world of Archmage Heins.
, not even a bit of it can be spread.
not good!
That does not work!
I have to spread my voice! I have to let the Sun God know! I have to make it clear that it is not that I want to ask for the Virgin of the Sun, nor that I want to offend the gods!
"It's not me! This is not my idea! I'm just conveying it! Conveying it! Great Sun God, I have no intention of offending-"
Archmage Heins shouted desperately. While shouting, he tried his best to spread his mental power and expressed the same meaning with the vibration of his mental power:
Under the light of the Sun God, you may not be able to shout, but your spiritual power can definitely be conveyed! Since the Sun God is a god, his induction of spiritual power must be much more sensitive than that of humans!
However, spreading mental power is not that easy. Especially for high-level mages of the necromancy system, under the light of the sun, their mental power almost feels like walking naked into the flames——
pain!
It hurts so much!
The pain spreads inch by inch, and the pain spreads foot by foot. What is even more frightening is that the mental power that I have worked so hard to temper, under the light of the sun, is almost like black snow under the scorching sun.
If you stick it out, it will melt every inch!
But you still have to shout! If you don’t shout, you will be killed!
Archmage Heins was cursing in his mind, "Langer mistook me" and "You are the idiot, Langer, ask it yourself." He was shaking his mental power and shouting at the top of his lungs.
Scream by yourself, and let the ghosts and undead creatures help you shout, what will be killed by the sun, will lose the precious ghosts, this kind of thing will not be considered!
Survive first!!!
However, even with all their efforts, the gap between demigods and high-level mages is still as wide as a chasm, making people fall into despair involuntarily.
The mental power was pushed out an inch, pushed back, pushed out another inch, and pushed back again. Every time it was pushed back, a part of the mental power was burned away, and the pain in the head was as if a hundred thousand steel nails were digging into it——
It's still burning red!
From the sun disk, the golden sun light surged out, covering him and illuminating the entire hall.
In the peripheral vision of Archmage Heins, he saw the King of the Sun Kingdom and the waiters serving in the hall, all kneeling on the ground with their foreheads pressed to the ground. Obviously, no one could speak for him, no one could help him.
to him...
You can only rely on yourself!
However, you can't rely too much on yourself. Endless light and heat descended on the hall and on him. It was as vast as mountains and seas, and like knives and swords.
Gradually, the ghost melted, and the white bone robe went from smoking to burning, and was finally torn off by Archmage Heins. Under the white bone robe, two or three defensive weapons tried their best to support it, but they could not block the brilliant light.
The golden light penetrates the clothes and shines on the body——
pain!
Every inch of skin hurts!
The exposed skin has begun to turn red, black, and blistered; the skin covered under the clothes has also begun to tremble violently, causing more pain.
During the advancement process of many necromancers, their bodies will be saturated with the aura of death, and they will begin to become more and more undead.
This is especially true for Archmage Heins, who has stepped into the legendary realm. The elementalization of his body is almost a process of death. He only has one last step, the last leap, before he can transform into a lich like the Immortal.
However, such elementalization and contamination made him feel extremely uncomfortable in front of the divine light of the sun god Viracocha! The sun's light is the most powerful and powerful, and it has the strongest restraint on the breath of death.
:
Not only is it restrained, but it is also counteracting and burning!
Archmage Heins was in unspeakable pain. Not only his mental strength, but also his physical body was crumbling like a snowman under the scorching sun, feeling like it was about to melt!
No more...
It really doesn’t work anymore…
I have to save myself, I must save myself! If I am not a half-step legend... If I am a legend... If I become a legend, then I should be able to hold on for one more moment under the light of the sun!
Moreover, legends and non-legends are different even in the eyes of gods... Legends are immortals and immortals, and gods will look high on them. But if you don't reach legend in one day, in the eyes of gods, they are all different.
For ants!
But……
How to advance to Legend, how to ascend to Legend...
Archmage Heins slowly closed his eyes. He raised his head and opened his arms to fully expose himself to the light of the sun.
From the top of the head to the soles of the feet, from the surface to the depths of the internal organs, everything is being burned by the sun, inch by inch, minute by minute. The breath of death inside the body is entangled with the sunlight, fighting, constantly retreating, and constantly disappearing into nothing.
After so many years, so much effort, step by step, from a mage apprentice to a half-step legend, all the accumulated strength is melting away like boiling water and snow. Archmage Heins does not care, he just concentrates wholeheartedly:
If your skin is hurting, then it hurts. If your muscles and bones are moaning, then you should moan. If your mental strength is screaming, then you should scream...
With this leap, try your best to jump over the legendary barrier!
In fact, he has accumulated enough. Really enough. His mental power has been accumulated to the limit. If he adds a little more, the meditation world cannot bear it;
Elementalization, the impregnation of the breath of death has reached the extreme. If it is a little more, if there is no qualitative change, it will die directly;
In the study and research of magic, he has learned everything that can be learned, and has thoroughly studied everything that can be studied, except for those that he has no clue about yet. Up to now, he is only one step behind:
Gather all the spirit, unify all the strength of the body, and take that step towards the other side of life and death!
He just didn't dare.
I have never dared.
If he doesn't step out, he will be a nineteen-level archmage, a half-step legend. In this world, he will stand at the highest point below the legend. With his lifespan, although he will not live forever, he will enjoy another fifty years and one hundred years.
Years are not difficult.
If you step out, you will either become a legend, or you will become an ignorant undead creature, or you will simply run away with the breath of death and become a corpse...
Being buried in a grave, or becoming a skeleton, corpse witch, or other tool-like existence controlled by colleagues and juniors.
And the likelihood of success…
Likelihood of success…
From the beginning to today, Archmage Heins has seen not ten but five necromancers who failed to challenge the legend. In fact, the dark gold skeleton in his hand was inherited from his fellow apprentice——
This is "inheritance" in the true sense. The body after the failure of Impact Legend is left behind for the juniors to use as waste...
However, now, there is no room for hesitation. If you rush, you will die, if you don't rush, you will die. If you rush, if you succeed, you may still have a chance to survive.
Archmage Heins' heart gradually calmed down. The golden light covering his body, the pain in his body, the pressure of the gods, everything was regarded as nothing by him.
He no longer even tried to speak out, no longer tried to convey his innocence to the Sun God, but wholeheartedly recalled the experience of impacting the legend in the sect——
"Don't be afraid of death. If you are afraid of death, you will definitely die."
"You have to accept death in order to live."
"Think carefully about why you want to live. Think about why you want to live and why you seek eternal life - even if it is immortality."
"Open your arms and fall towards the river of death. If you accept it, it will embrace you and hold you calmly; if you don't accept it, if you struggle desperately, it will drown you and swallow you..."
"Don't come back, don't come back, don't come back..."
"Don't forcefully awaken the dead...even if it's your closest relative, your most beloved, even if it's yourself..."
"Don't try to cross the river of death twice... In this world, you can only keep moving forward..."
Archmage Heins didn't understand. He had never quite understood before: when a person dies, he is dead. When a person dies, there is nothing.
Why should he accept death first? What else is waiting for him after death?
However, the sun shrouded the sun, and the golden flames burned. The skin was carbonized, the muscles contracted, and the bones made creaking cracks. Maybe he was about to die, maybe he was already dead - what would the world be like after death...
Just like His Excellency the Immortal... what kind of power supports him to stay in this world?
Golden light penetrated his body. Archmage Heins felt that he had become transparent and was about to disappear from this world - but at this moment, the endless world unfolded in front of him:
Death is another way of living.
Death is part of this world.
Only those who want to stay in this world - not for hatred, not for fear, not for greed - but to accept their own death calmly, but still want to stay in this world - can stay!
Those who fear death cannot become legends of the dead; those who hate the living cannot become legends of the dead. Only those who purely want to explore the mysteries of the world and continue on this path with determination can cross the river of death!
Die to life and live to death. Only knowledge and the mysteries of the world can support an immortal and stay in this world for a long time——
In an instant, black flames burned all over his skin, his muscles, and his bones. When the black flames dissipated, there was a skeleton as black and shiny as black jade, with dots of golden light on it.
Gold sand was scattered all over the place, and he slowly raised his head.
The upper and lower teeth of the skull clicked, clicked, and kept tapping, making a dry and brittle sound. In the tapping sound, a steady fluctuation of mental power came out:
"Great Sun God Viracocha, I have no intention of offending you, I am just conveying a request to my colleagues——"