There are countless living beings in the vast world. If you don’t have enough strength to stand at the top of the world, or at least at the top, then you are small, humble, and not worth mentioning.
No matter what beautiful feelings, great dreams, the meaning of life, no matter how great and valuable it is, it is meaningless in comparison with beings that are stronger and higher than you. Just like the countless insects that are eaten by birds every day.
Like the countless poultry that people eat, they are like a speck of dust in this world and can be ignored. Needless to say, no one will remember you in the future and you will not occupy a place in people's memories, feelings, and life goals, even if you are still alive.
Being drowned by countless others of the same kind, waiting to be swallowed up silently by a force stronger than you, and then the world will continue to function with or without you, without any difference.
Rodhart could no longer remember exactly where and when this belief originated. Maybe it was after coming to the imperial capital to follow Duke Mrak and being influenced by it. Maybe it was after the incident in his hometown, or maybe it was earlier.
Perhaps it is an innate instinct that has been lurking in the depths of his soul since childhood. His dream of becoming a hero and upholding justice since childhood may also originate from this instinct. As time goes by, he experiences
The more things happened, the stronger this belief became, until all his emotions and soul were integrated into it.
It's not that he hasn't experienced friendship and love. In fact, he struggled many times and almost gave up on this ideal several times. Occasionally, I think back quietly. At his age, he already has countless status and prospects.
It is what people dream of, but these thoughts only pass by for a moment. In the end, it is the power of that belief that makes him give up everything else.
But the world will not change for your wishes just because of how strong your desires are or how persistent your beliefs are. He failed. Although he was not willing to give up, even if he lost his love, friendship and future, he would
He put his life on the line and made the final struggle and effort. When he finally met the Necromancer in the Shadow Whirl Mountains, he seemed to see in a trance that the door that had always been in his dream finally paid off for his efforts.
A gap was opened by the belief.
But in the end, the result waiting for him was to become someone else's test material. Trash, objects, dust, even worse than a bug. This was the fact before him. He wanted to go crazy, but he couldn't go crazy, and he didn't even know he wanted to die.
Are you still alive?
When the Archangel's beheading sword split his body in two, the white magic that poured in not only dispelled the undead mana from his body, but also washed away the seal placed by Shante in his brain.
Shante gave him to Asa without having time to eliminate his memory and thinking, because the seal of this necromantic magic is complicated and subtle, and no one except Shante himself can break it, but the magic contained in the archangel sword
The magic is the result of hundreds of years of concentrated thought power in the entire Glory Castle, which has long surpassed the scope of human power. So he woke up like this.
He woke up, but there was no more power in his body. He could only lie there quietly like a pile of garbage. Several priests came to check on him, turning him over like a pile of pork, inspecting and commenting, and finally
Just moved here. I heard Inham and Stephen discussing how to use him as material.
He could only listen like this. He couldn't even move his eyes. But he was no longer too excited. No matter who he was, after a long period of mental torture, he could not escape madness, go crazy, or die like this.
If the mind is not strong and strong, it can only become numb.
If you give me another chance, if you give me another chance, if you give me another chance, if you give me one more chance, if you give me one more chance, if you give me one more chance, if you give me one more chance, one if I... dozens
In the sky, all his intermittent thoughts were composed of the repetition of this sentence. Although he knew that such an opportunity would never come again, he had nothing but constant repetition. Even he seemed to be just composed of this illusion.
A monster built from thoughts.
But just like when the archangel appeared that day, when the huge white magic rippled in the air again, he suddenly felt that he could move. The ubiquitous power that permeated the glorious castle to save all living beings also filled the air.
Although his body has completely different properties from necromantic magic, this vast and pure magical energy can still allow him to drive his body a little.
Just a little. After all, this body was made with necromancy magic. At best, it could only be a small movement like raising a hand. But this was enough, because at this moment, he heard the necromancer talking to himself.
said something.
Whether it was the voice full of dreams when he listened to the old people telling heroic legends when he was a child, the words Asa said when he found him in the Bracada Hotel, or the voice full of power when he accepted the appointment of the Duke in the imperial capital of Ironfast,
And the queen's moans under his body... Among all the beautiful sounds he had heard in his life, none of the murmurs of the skinny necromancer were more beautiful, touching his heart and touching his soul.
"There is a way." Rodhart used all the strength at his disposal to poke his finger into his throat, tear off a piece of meat and lay it across the throat, and then said. Although the strength was very small, every muscle in his body was
He can control every inch of the organ with greater precision than the movements of insects. Ligaments are not too complicated organs. It is not difficult to make one based on his control over his body.
"Who?" Stephen jumped up as if he had been stabbed by a knife.
"It's me." Rodhart replied in an awkward voice.
"You?" Stephen frowned and looked at the half-shaped person on the ground. He took a closer look and understood what was going on. "Shanter actually made you into a knight of the dead without cleaning your head...Pu
You are lucky to be able to move sentient beings..." His eyes narrowed slightly. He was obviously a person who knew too many things, but he also seemed to be a person who might be of some use. "What did you just say?"
"I said, I have a way." Lotchi said in his weird improvised voice. "I have a way to make him become your loyal subordinate..."
"What can you do?"
Stephen was very interested in this half-dead knight who still had his own thoughts. Although the salvation of all sentient beings had already begun, he didn't mind waiting a little longer. "But I don't have much time, I'll give you a minute."
"Actually, it's very simple. Just let me be him. You don't want me to be his parts. You want me to exchange his parts and face for me. I'll just be your subordinate."
"There are still fifty seconds." Stephen said calmly.
"You can say that during the operation, you suddenly discovered a method that can treat the damage to his heart voice, and you started to treat it directly. This magic of saving all sentient beings is not something you can see often. As long as you find a suitable reason, you can say
You damaged the memory part during the treatment. As long as I am careful, he will never find out. Moreover, neither I nor this other undead knight have vocal cords and cannot speak, so the chance of revealing flaws is even smaller."
Stephen's eyes flickered and he nodded. He had to admit that it was indeed somewhat interesting. But although the danger was small, it was not without it. "Thirty seconds."
"You can put a magic spell in my head, so you can rest assured that I will not betray you."
Stephen's eyes not only shone, but also narrowed slightly, with a hint of a smile. He carefully looked at Rodhart's face, which was full of scars and seemed to be put together. After thinking for a while,
Say: "Ten seconds."
Rodhot paused and continued in a deep voice: "You should be able to see what kind of person Inham is. This person is too dangerous. If there is someone lurking behind him that he is completely unprepared for,
By your side, you have complete control over all the movements of this person, and maybe you can use this to control him. Isn’t it worth your while to take a gamble?"
This time Stephen finally didn't count down anymore, but just said: "Needless to say those powerful connections, I know better than you. But do I know what I am worried about?"
"have no idea."
"It's you I'm worried about." Stephen sneered. "Those who can be used by Shante to become Dread Knights are monsters with firmness of mind and vicious nature that are far beyond ordinary people. And such monsters can still have
With a mind like yours, you can still convince me calmly when you are about to be dismantled as parts. Your deep character and calm mind are not inferior to those of Inha Ma."
"I just don't want to die. No matter who has been treated as rubbish and piled there for so many days, all feelings are numb." Rodhart replied calmly. He did not show any flattery or begging for mercy, but he could
Those who are moved by these are all fools, and only fools think that begging for mercy can be useful. It will only make people look down upon and look down upon. He has said everything he can say, and the rest is for the other party to judge, and from now on
It seems that this necromancer should have already figured out what to do.
"But a madman who can be controlled is not much better than a madman who can be controlled. At least I know what you want." Stephen put his hand on Rodhart's forehead. "Considering you succeed, I plan to fight with you."
cooperate."
"You won't regret it." A broken smile finally appeared on Rodhart's patched face. Even with his determination and the city's current state, he still couldn't suppress the excitement. He knew very well that even if
As the servant and subordinate of this necromancer, everything he can get in the future will definitely be more than what he had before. He feels very clearly what is hidden in the heart of this seemingly aloof old man.
Moreover, the identity of this servant and subordinate is only temporary, Rodhart firmly believes in this.
"As you wish, I will plant a magic seal in your head. This is a trick I learned from the Far East. Even if Magnus and Sandru join forces, it is impossible to remove it. As long as I have a thought,
It can completely erase your consciousness in an instant and turn you into a living undead. As for Inham, I don’t need to teach you. You should know better how to deal with him. Once you have fully integrated into the role of his son
I'll tell you what to do when the time comes."
Stephen's hand scratched the skin on Rodhart's forehead, and like a most skilled old craftsman, he accurately found a gap in his skull, and opened it as soon as his nails picked up the skull. Feeling the Necromancer
His fingers traced across his brain, and the feeling was no less satisfying to Rodhart than the first time he touched a girl's breasts.
Everything went so smoothly next. Stephen swapped his scarred face with Javi's face, and carefully swapped all the features on the head, and then the rest of the transformation was easy.
.When he finally lay on the bed with Javi's face, the real Javi had already changed into his appearance, and became a piece of garbage piled in the corner together with the torn Silika.
After the magic that saved all sentient beings dissipated, he also lost all his power, but the raging waves in his heart only grew bigger and stronger.
"Don't worry. Your cheap dad will find a way to find enough magic power for you to move. Your internal organs still belong to the Necromancer Knight. You can replenish your magic power by eating human flesh in the future, although you will lose a lot of achievements.
Human fun, but it’s a lot better than being a piece of trash, isn’t it?”
More than that. As long as you can reach the highest peak, what does it matter whether you are a human or not?
Although Rodhart couldn't move or talk or even change his eyes, he didn't mind. He knew that his life had started again, and he had such a body and such a father. Of course, the next most important thing
Just how to deal with this old man and the seal he set, he has plenty of time and energy.
It’s just that he never expected that this problem would be solved in such a short time. Listening to Stephen’s last roar, fortunately he couldn’t move at the time and didn’t even have the strength to change his expression, otherwise he might have laughed with joy.
Speak up.
Pretending to be an amnesiac Javi is not too difficult for Rodhart now, but he no longer needs to pretend...