Dust of History Chapter 14: The best ending (Part 1)

Diya Valley, the top of the Shadowswirl Mountain Range.

On the small altar, the black star is humming non-stop. The death energy condensed in the Shadow Spinning Mountains in the entire continent for thousands of years has begun to be activated slowly, like an ancient demon **** who has been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years is exhaling the first breath of waking up. The black aura like raging sea waves constantly diffused from the inch-wide sword body and filled the surrounding space, so thick that it was no longer a breath, but naked, living death.

It is impossible for the strongest dragon in this dense mass of death to survive, but there are a few human figures, they stand or sit motionless, like sculptures that are integrated with the obsidian mountain. That is the master of Di Yagu, the necromancers.

The imprints on their bodies gave them privileges that all creatures in this world did not have. They could live in the breath of the Dark Star and in the Shadow Vortex Mountain Range, but at the same time they also gave them an inescapable fate. And now each of them is feeling the fate coming step by step here.

Perhaps there is no word more elusive than the word 'fate', as if anyone who is a little smarter and more determined can ignore it. But only those who are aware of the irresistible fact that is being overwhelmed step by step will truly understand that they are just a small ant between heaven and earth.

Everyone here is a wise man, a strong man, but a magician who has disturbed the continent. Now I can only wait here quietly.

There is no escape, no matter when and where, as long as this world-destroying artifact is completely pulled out, the imprints in their bodies, spirits, and souls will simultaneously turn them into undead who are loyal to the king of the dead biology. Whether it is a lich without self-awareness at all, or a lich that can still retain a little bit of thought, no one knows, and they don't want to know, but they know that it is not far away. The gradually fluctuating and active breath represented that the king of the dead was walking towards here step by step.

They understand the meaning of the Black Star better than anyone else, and they also understand the irresistible fate of this fate better than anyone else. Just like no matter how strong a person is, it is impossible to resist the laws of nature. That is no longer a difference in strength, but a difference in essence. And they may be considered the strongest group on the mainland. As long as you get close to the king of the dead, even your self-consciousness will be erased, and you will become the undead servant of the king of the dead.

Videnina is among them. Her mummy-like face was still full of joy and sorrow, only the green fire in her eye sockets was constantly flickering.

There is no necromancer to argue with her anymore. This dark star is gradually getting stronger, and all enmity no longer has any meaning.

Suddenly. The Lich turned his head to look down the mountain. In the distant valley bottom, a figure is walking. The flames in her eyes flickered, and she jumped off the platform on the top of the mountain. A pair of wings composed of pure black mana and dead green flames emerged from behind her, carrying his dry and thin body to fly downward.

Some of the necromancers on the top of the mountain just glanced at her. Some didn't even look at it.

In the valley, Sandro, who was walking fast, raised his head slightly in surprise, and saw Vidnina descending from the sky with a large cloud of black and green mist around her, landing in front of him.

"Teacher, where are you going?" Lich looked at Sandro and asked.

"It's none of your business, get out of the way."

"At this great moment that all necromancers are quietly waiting for, I am a little curious that you are in such a hurry."

"This is my own business. I tell you to get out of the way." Sandro said in a low voice.

"That's where the gargoyle is placed. Are you going to fetch the gargoyle?" Vidnina looked at the direction Sandro was going to. "You still need to use gargoyles for your corpse control technique. Do you want to go far away? Judging from your demeanor and spirit, it seems that something good happened to cheer you up?"

"It has nothing to do with you. Didn't you hear me when I told you to get out of the way?"

Vidnina did not seem to hear. She was silent for a moment. Said: "I heard that some unexpected things happened in the end. You know it too."

Sandro replied coldly: "Almost everything is surprising recently."

"I mean what happened after you and Inham left here. You seem to have found out a lot of surprising things."

"He's still in the mood to come back and tell you. I'm a little surprised."

"No, I am watching you with my puppet eagle eyes. Don't look at me like that, Mr. Sandro. As a lich guarding the side of the dark star, my strength has far surpassed the two of you. I It’s not difficult to prevent your puppet from being discovered by you. It’s just that I can’t do anything if you go to the Forest of Whispers. The Sunwell seems to have some residual effects. Even if it can’t affect you, it’s still no problem to affect my puppet. It seems that There seems to be a big turning point, otherwise you wouldn't be so energetic. Please, can you tell me?"

Sandro replied lightly: "There is no turning point. I just went to be a clown with Magnus and the others. What should happen will still happen. I can't do anything."

"Can't do it? So what are you going to do now?"

"Do what I should do. It's none of your business." Sandro paused, and looked at the Lich student with a slightly strange look. "It's you, you came here to ask me this, do you also feel a little surprised?"

"Well, it turned out to be like that, frankly speaking, I'm a little surprised." The Lich's words were hoarse. Her voice has always been so hoarse that it doesn't seem like a creature can make a sound, but now the hoarseness is not just a voice, you can feel the hoarseness of her words.

"Oh. You are surprised. I thought everything was within your expectations and under your control." Sandro's eyes were full of sarcasm.

"I'm not a **** after all. Although I can grasp the thread of destiny, I still can't grasp everything in the wheel of destiny." lights up. "But the process is not important after all, the important thing is the result. You see, as I said, this great moment has finally arrived, and a new world is about to start because of my promotion..."

"Yes, you won. It won't be long before all the things you hate and look down on will be turned into dust under your great promotion... Including you in the end, this is the result you want."

"I'm just following the trajectory of destiny to promote history. Teacher, why can't you understand this greatness, and still immerse yourself in the humble values ​​of human beings." The voice of the Lich and the flames in his eyes have no longer fluctuated , she now looks like a dead statue.

Sandro ignored her, bypassed Vidnina and continued walking in the original direction. "Yes, I am human. So now I can only do what a human can do."

"I won't let you go." Vidnina raised her hand, and the black aura and green flames around her rose into the sky. "Although I don't know what you are going to do, most likely you want to hinder this upcoming great moment. As a necromancer, this is absolutely not allowed."

Sandro turned around suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked at Vidnina and asked word by word: "Do you dare to fight me?"

"I'm preventing you from making a big mistake." Vidnina said lightly. The dry body seemed to be difficult even to stand on, and a slight impact could knock the skeleton down, but even Sandro looked powerless in front of the magical aura around her, like a bird. Big ear monster. This is no longer a single body, even if it is the magical power that a magically transformed undead monster can emit.

Sandro laughed, laughed, laughed like crazy. "Okay, okay, okay, you actually dare to fight me. Okay, okay, unexpected, unexpected..."

"I know, this power, this identity of a necromancer, this body, and this great ideal... everything about me is given to me by you, Teacher. But now I am not of my own will, This is the will of the dark star, don't you feel it?"

The soaring aura and flames are extremely powerful, this is not her power, but the power of the dark star. The other necromancers ignored Vidnina, and the most important point is that they have no ability to care about it. In the current extremely strong dead energy, the Lich's physique is the carrier that can truly bring the Black Star's brand into play.

"Teacher, I really respect you. But this is just for me personally. In the face of fate, in front of the wheel of history ~IndoMTL.com~ personal emotions are meaningless. Don't worry, even if you die It's only temporary, death has no meaning in front of the great black star, as long as the king of the dead comes here and pulls up the black star, you will be awakened immediately, and you will become a necromancer just like our other necromancers The servants of the king. This is the fate of our necromancers, the fate that the great Archibald has set for us."

Among the huge mountain of black magic power, dots of dead green flames flickered and danced. The lich stood in the center, his voice was still ugly and hoarse, but it seemed to be reciting the greatest epic and the most sacred oracle. Looks like an ambassador for death.

"Great destiny, great destiny, what on earth are you? Is it a law that hangs high above that we mortal ants cannot understand, or is it just an excuse used by weak and boring people to anesthetize themselves and shirk their responsibilities? ..."

A voice sounded, gradually approaching here.

The one who can step into the current Diya Valley can only be a necromancer, but the person who spoke now does not seem to have the demeanor of a necromancer. He couldn't even walk unsteadily, like a drunken farmer just out of a bad pub.

At the same time, at a blind spot that neither Sandro nor Vidnina could see, a darkness was quietly distorting.