Game of Gods

"Congratulations, you have saved an undead lord, and now you can get your reward."

Mystra's voice came at this time: "The perception of an undead lord, or the divine fire?"

"Reserve the choice, I don't want anything for the time being." Unexpectedly, Yuan Chenfei replied.

What?

Qi looked at Yuan Chenfei in disbelief.

But Mystra laughed: "The undead king's perception has a deep understanding of the power of rust. If you get it, you can master the power of rust. Divine fire is one of the keys to becoming a god. Don't you want to Become a god?"

"The power of rust is not suitable for me. Kill it, and I already understand. I don't need it anymore. I used to desire power too much, but it seems that if I eat too much, I will become a big fat man. Now I don't need it anymore. More ways of power are needed. As for becoming a god, of course I want to, but I don't want the defective products left by other gods." Yuan Chenfei replied.

"Hahahaha!" All the gods cheered together this time.

A god who didn't know who it was said loudly: "Very well, you have finally learned to give up. You have to give up and you have to gain. We like your ambition. But ambition alone is not enough. If you want to realize yourself and become a god, you have to go There is still a long way to go.”

"But you will make arrangements for me, right?" Yuan Chenfei asked back.

"Of course, there is a battle waiting for you, but before that, you can continue your mission first. You still have seven days of leisure time left, I hope you don't waste it."

"I will not."

Yuan Chenfei said that when he started to look for it, Qi had already landed on his shoulder.

One person and one beast walked out like this.

In the following days, Yuan Chenfei took Qi and traveled all over the Necromancer World.

Those immortal undead are no longer a threat to him, no matter what kind of resurrection ability they have, in Yuan Chenfei's hands, they are just the result of being rescued.

Qi found that, as Yuan Chenfei said, transcendence is transcendence, and there is no difference between difficult and easy.

No matter what kind of opponent, as long as he can't defeat Yuan Chenfei, he will be surpassed by Yuan Chenfei.

The strange thing is that Yuan Chenfei didn't continue to comprehend during this time, and he didn't even try to create transcendence skills.

He was just walking aimlessly.

Sometimes when Qi asked him, he just laughed and didn't answer.

More often, he said: "You have to learn to think for yourself. Your mother entrusted you to me, and I have the obligation to train you."

In a blink of an eye, six days passed.

Today is the last day before the day of freedom.

Yuan Chenfei finally turned his head and walked towards the gate of the earth.

It seems a little strange today, I didn't see any undead along the way.

The dead land is really dead silent.

Qi trembled for no reason: "Boss, I feel like something is wrong?"

"Yeah." Yuan Chenfei said, "Did you just find out?"

"Is there any danger coming?" Qi hurriedly asked.

Yuan Chenfei smiled: "Remember what I told you? The characteristic of this task is to do it from the back to the front."

"Yes, yes, you died again for this, and you still have a dream for a thousand years. Wait..." Qi remembered something, and blurted out: "The first mission?"

Yuan Chenfei's first mission is to survive safely in the Necromancer world until the day of freedom comes.

In Qi's eyes, this should be the simplest, and it doesn't need to bother at all.

But at this moment, Yuan Chenfei reminded him that he finally realized the problem.

Danger!

Great danger is coming!

But Yuan Chenfei even killed the maharaja, so what danger could there be?

Qi couldn't figure it out until he saw a pale old man on the land far away.

It was an old man with white beard and hair, wearing a dead gray robe.

He just sat on the ground like that, with his head down, as if he was counting ants, even though there were no living things on the ground.

Yuan Chen flew towards the old man, and stopped when the distance was about a hundred meters away.

He said, "Immortal King?"

Immortal king?

The real master of the undead world?

Qi Jing's whole body's hairs stood on end.

That is a demigod-level existence, even his mother would bow his head in the face of it, and he is a terrifying emperor on the same level as the ancient beast emperor, Wujiang witch king, and Tianling Xianzun.

He is the lord of the top ten powerful worlds. Compared with him, any Shadow Clan emperor is a child, and the Maharaja is just his servant.

Yuan Chenfei's killing of the Maharaja was already an extremely heaven-defying performance, but no matter how explosive he was, it was impossible for him to win the Immortal King. If he accepts the divine fire bestowed by the gods, ignites his own divinity and becomes a demigod, it is possible to fight the Immortal King.

But Yuan Chenfei gave up this opportunity to soar into the sky, and it would be unlucky to face the Immortal King.

At this moment, even Qi wanted to beat Yuan Chenfei's head hard, asking him why he was so stupid that day.

At this moment the pale old man raised his head, and Qi saw his face.

It was a feeling that words cannot describe.

It was clearly the face of an ordinary old man, but Qi couldn't feel any vitality.

It's like a person who has just died, retaining all the characteristics of a living person, but condensing boundless death energy.

No, this description is not enough, it's just that Qi can't express, can't describe the deep and vast feeling.

The old man looked at it and smiled: "You are very good, how about being my new Black Warrior Lord? If you think the Black Warrior is not good, I can choose as you like. King of Bones, Lord of Carrion, Lord of Ravens , or the ghost master? You can choose a method, and you can gain eternal life."

Yuan Chenfei shook his head lightly: "That's not the eternal life I want."

"Sure enough, it's another creature that can't be seen." The Immortal King sighed softly: "Why are you obsessed with this skin? Life is bound in the skin, and it is destined to be impossible to escape. Only the eternity of the soul is the real truth. eternal life."

"So you transformed this world into a world of undead? In your eyes, this is a new way to give them eternal life?" Yuan Chenfei asked.

"Isn't it?" The Immortal King asked back: "In the past, the world was full of slaughter, blood, death, wailing filled the heavens and the earth, and pain filled the hearts of the people. Since then, I have determined to relieve them from suffering... ..."

His voice was low and echoing, with a strange charm.

As he told, Yuan Chenfei and Qi seemed to have seen this former world, where they struggled in the smoke of war, struggling to survive.

At that time, the Immortal King was just a little magician. He saw people sinking between life and death, struggling in endless pain, so he made a grand ambition to change all this.

He studied hard and soon became the greatest magician in the world.

But even so, he did not forget his dream.

He kept researching, looking for the way of eternal life, looking for the way to stop suffering.

After a long study, the Immortal King finally found the way to his dream. He discovered that through some special substances and means, the soul of life can really be preserved and exist forever in a special way.

No pain, no blood, no struggle, no cry.

All living beings can coexist in harmony, gaining eternal life and eternal peace in immortality.

Since then, he has tried to change all that. He kept arresting people and reforming them. Although the process was a bit painful, the transformed lives all obtained the peace he expected.

It made him feel very satisfied.

But his great invention could not be accepted by the world, and in the end, the whole world united against him.

He felt grief and indignation for this, but even so, he did not give up his dream.

He firmly believed that it was just that these creatures couldn't let go of their own skins. They were lost lambs, but as long as they accepted their own transformation, they would return to clarity.

So he persisted, continued to transform, and created more and more undead armies.

He firmly believes that all the pain is only temporary, and when he transforms the whole world, there will be eternal peace and tranquility here.

He did it.

He succeeded.

The already decayed old world was completely subverted under his grand plan and a steady stream of undead army, and the whole world eventually turned into the world of the dead.

As he expected, this world has gained eternal life, and there will be no more pain.

Then, the gods came.

The gods let him see that there are countless worlds in this Xingluo universe, and countless creatures are also crying in pain and struggle.

So the Immortal King knew that his mission was not over.

He will continue to work hard to fill the entire universe with the power of the undead, bringing peace and tranquility to the entire universe.

Unfortunately, under the arrangement of the gods, the expansion of the Necromancer World is struggling. Even though the Necromancer Realm already has thousands of out-of-boundary territories, there are still very few sub-realms that can be completely transformed.

This did not make the immortal king give up, he believed that with the support of immortal life, he would one day be able to fulfill his grand wish.

At this moment, he gently explained his great ideal, looked at Yuan Chenfei, smiled and said: "Now, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Yuan Chenfei smiled and said, "So you are a good person."

The Immortal King nodded seriously: "Of course, I am good for the world and have a big heart, but unfortunately no one understands it. But it doesn't matter. Heroes and great men are actually the same. They are destined to be alone. Even if they are not understood, they must continue to move forward. .”

"I understand!" Yuan Chenfei nodded.

What? Qi almost jumped up again.

"You understand?" The Immortal King obviously didn't expect Yuan Chenfei to say that.

For too many years, the Immortal King told others his ideas time and time again, but no one said he was right.

The Immortal King is used to being accused, scolded, and begged. He firmly believes in himself, and his will is extremely firm. He firmly believes that his actions are correct and his ideals are lofty.

For this reason, he worked tirelessly, spreading the power of the undead to every corner within his reach.

But I didn't expect that today, someone said that I understood.

The Immortal King nodded: "Very well, finally there is a creature who can understand me. So, are you willing to follow me?"