[Necromancer] Dark Throne

It has been 23 years since Wayne traveled here, but this is really the first time he has set foot in the human world.

When I first arrived, I didn't step out of the abyss of the undead, but because of an accident, I didn't want to go to the world to live a life of disguise. In the next 20 years, I devoted myself to researching witchcraft and searching for the true meaning of life.

It's okay to practice the second professional hunter. If you are still bored, drag the Banshee Queen out of her harem twice. Anyway, he is very skilled in remote command. This kind of real (human?) strategy game is definitely better than he used to be. It feels good to play CS on the computer.

In this regard, the other lords complained quite a bit, and decided that the cessation of the lord was the least motivated one among them.

So for all the information in the human world here, Wayne doesn't pay attention to it like an ostrich. In his opinion, people are no longer, and they still care about human beings. He has no leisure to turn all human beings into races.

Until now...

Different from the prison system in other countries, generally speaking, people tend to build the prison like a copper wall, the deeper the better, the deeper the better.Take advantage of nature and master it to its advantage.

But the Holy See did the opposite.

The twelve obelisks stretch toward the highest point of the sky, like the arms of devout believers when they pray.The towering figures stood quietly in all directions of the city, under their feet were magnificent and neat streets, fantastic buildings, and the lifelike statue of the Lord of Radiance.

The countless magic crystals on the huge spiers also shone with gentle light during the day, and countless strange and weird magic patterns flew out of the four tallest spiers, hidden in the void.And these four towers belong to the court.

Wayne is now in one of the ones.

This prison doesn't even have an iron gate...

"Of course not. Do you think anyone can come to this luxury room?" The ordinary-looking chief judge sat in the living room outside, flipping through the documents in his hand, and said calmly, "The Radiance Festival is a The most holy and grand festival of the year, countless believers gather from all directions. At this time, in order to ensure safety, all my prisons have to close three times the theoretical capacity of suspicious people. If it is not that Roland and I have a good relationship, you There is simply no place to live now."

"You arrested me just to get me a room?" Wayne asked.

"He hoped that I would arrange things better for you." Andariel responded lightly, "Do you think this place is not good enough?"

Soft carpets, bright magic lamps, 24-hour uninterrupted supply of holy springs, waiters outside the door are on call, and the gorgeous big bed with magic patterns is enough for him to find ten women on it.

What's not to like?

"Let's go." Wayne turned around, took a book from the shelf, and gave the order to evict the guest.

Andariel didn't say much, and got up to leave, as if he was really a guest.

Wayne was silent for a while, then slowly put down the book in his hand, and stood in front of the window.

The view from the tower is extremely wide. It is almost dusk at this time, and the sunset shines at night. The city is full of traffic, bustling and rich. From the top of the tower, you can clearly hear the laughter of children.

For a moment, he seemed to have returned to the moment when he was a human being.

My mother seemed to be chattering in my ears, and I saw my father's concern hidden behind his strictness. The room was still the same small rental house of more than [-] square meters, and there was the sound of water leaking from the air conditioner. , The crackling sound echoed in the small room...

"My heart should hurt, shouldn't I?" The handsome man stared at the human world, he felt his heartbeat, but it was ridiculously fake.

I am now, neither the living nor the dead, I will be forgotten by the living and the dead. I return to the world I once said goodbye to, but I can never return to the days when I was alive, never to the days when I was Be around the people you once loved.

You are not Lou Wayne, you are Wayne Dijayana - the Restoration Monarch.

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Just as the chief judge stepped down from the tower, Roland's voice came directly from outside the door.

"Andariel, I demand the release of Vincaso."

Roland's appearance is undoubtedly gentle, but when the corners of his lips are pursed slightly and his eyes are serious, the pressure of the strong hero will be released, and few people can resist it.

The Holy See has three hero powerhouses, eleven of them are ninth rank, and he is recognized as the number one powerhouse.

"What right do you have to interfere with law enforcement?" The chief judge looked sideways at him, with a faint darkness in his golden pupils.

"Believe me, I have the right to interfere with the Ascetic Monks holding the Presbyterian Meeting." Roland looked directly at his golden pupils, and there was a faint spark in the air, "You have been trying to find a way to kill the person who might find out the truth back then, or Let them never find out the truth. Don't think that if I don't say anything, I just don't know!"

"You may have misunderstood, Your Excellency Roland." Andariel's golden eyes flashed, "The saint was promoted, he was his godson back then, of course I want to..."

"I'm talking about the Artis tragedy!" Roland raised the corners of his lips slightly, showing a cold smile, but without the slightest warmth, "20 years ago, millions of people died, which is known as the truth of the murder of the undead. "

"Roland, when you try to understand your country, you are committing a crime." Andariel looked serious, "Suppressing that matter, do you know how much sacrifice the Holy See has made?"

"Wayne was only a child under three years old, and I will never allow you to do anything to him." Roland walked up to him, "Let him go, immediately!"

"What if I say, I can't decide this matter?" Andariel didn't back down.

"The Pope meant?" He frowned slightly.

"You don't have to worry. Ninth-level combat strength is rare. Your Excellency Wayne is the peak of the ninth level. He is only short of the heroes. Your Majesty just needs to be sure, whether he will track down what happened back then." Andariel knew that the other party was wrong. Will easily give up and say everything directly.

"What if he wants to track it down?" Roland asked, staring at him closely.

"Can I lie to you?" Andariel asked helplessly.

"I know the answer, but." Roland said, "If he dies, I will personally find out the truth and give my subordinates an explanation!"

"Your Excellency Roland, are you for justice or for him?"

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course, from the standpoint of a friend, if it's the former, I'll help you, but if it's the latter, I'm sorry."

"No, I will solve it in my own way." Roland turned and left, leaving only his white cloak behind him.

"This is troublesome." Andariel shook his head.

Upstairs, Wayne quickly adjusted his mood. As a place of detention for political prisoners, although this place is luxurious, there is no such thing as freedom.

But the Tower clearly has more than one tenant.

Wayne opened the door, and a layer of strange and holy runes directly blocked the doorway. The sacred mana contained in it made Wayne, a lich, feel dazzling at first glance.

However, as a demigod lich whose strength is still above the hero level, Wayne obviously won't be trapped by such a trick.

He took off a silver watch chain from his neck. The golden copper watch on the chain had seven pointers in it, which were rotating in the opposite direction strangely.

He carefully readjusted the pointer, and immediately, the reverse speed doubled.

And Wayne's appearance also changed at the same time.

The blond hair was shortened and curled, the handsome face became ordinary, countless golden lines emerged from the blue pupils, the simple and dull mail turned into a sacred robe with gold trim, and in an instant, it had changed into the appearance of Andariel.

He walked out of the room directly, and the characters in the rune circle still swiped the screen like a waterfall, without any reaction.

Wayne began to look for the person he was looking for in the tower.

There are three suites on the top floor. Apart from my own, there is another one that is vacant, and the other one has the same defensive circle.

He stood at the door for a few seconds, and the dark aura inside allowed him to determine the target.

He walked right in.

It was dark inside.

The doors and windows are closed, but it doesn't matter that the undead are born with darkvision.

What made him frown was that this was the real prison cell.

It was dark, cold and damp, and the person he was looking for was naked and tied to a stone bed with chains engraved with runes, seemingly unconscious.

Wayne reached out and touched his forehead.

The power of the undead invaded the body, the man slowly opened his eyes, and there was a void inside.

No sound.

"Amennar." Wayne said.

"You are not him, who are you?" The man finally had a reaction.

"It's not important, the Banshee Queen asked me to bring his greetings."

"..."

"Are you an undead?"

"No." Not now.

"Then why don't you cherish the human world." The man's tone was hoarse and calm.

"The death knight who insists on returning to the human world, the undead hunter Amennar, the undead who only kills undead and not human beings, I think the current situation has made him realize the reality." Wayne said lightly.

"I will never forget how I was killed to become undead, nor will I stop killing undead and their lackeys."

"Even after you die, you are full of hatred for the undead and longing for the light...I have no intention of questioning your actions, but just want to make sure, did you steal the artifact of the undead, the pupil of Xikuma, 20 years ago?"

"Yes, I did it." The other party said coldly, "For this reason, I would rather die at the hands of the banshee, even if I become an undead, I will never regret it."

"Then who did you hand him over to?"

"Do you think I'll tell you, traitor?"

"Tell me, otherwise, your life will be worse than death."

The other party didn't respond, just sneered.

"It seems that this is your own choice." Wayne nodded, "20 years ago, after you were imprisoned by the church, a thick cloud of sulfurous smoke rose from the Principality of Artis on the southeast coast of the mainland, and it will The entire sky is covered, forming a huge dark sky, the sky is extremely corrosive to the living, and countless people died in this disaster. As a result, Artis has become a country of dry bones with no people for thousands of miles."

"What did you say!?"

"I am the remaining human from the disaster. My country and relatives are no longer there. I just want to know the truth. Is this too much?" Wayne directly used his current life experience.

"Why should I trust you?"

"If you can make the Banshee Queen who hates the living fall in love, then you must have your own persistence, and you will have a way to prove it, won't you?"

"To shut up!"

"Farewell."

Wayne returned to his room, turned the pointer back to its original position, and instantly restored its original appearance.

It's just that time is running out.

Before leaving, the Banshee Queen asked him to find this special undead, and there was indeed an inside story.

"20 years ago, I fell in love with a human knight. He was just like the one you like. He was very smart and brave. The army he led defeated me every time! But I didn't hate him because of it, but liked him more and more. He! Finally one day, I asked the Blood Knight King to help me kill him and turn him into an undead, but he did not submit to me... Later, he insisted on returning to the human world, and there was no news. If you can find him, maybe There will be clues..."

Recalling the obsessive expression on the Banshee Queen's face when she spoke, and thinking about the smell that was still in the cell just now, Wayne suddenly felt a little sympathetic to this opponent who had pinched him for 20 years.

Girl, if you choose a man, you also find a man who likes women!

Both of you are of different genders, let’s talk about Mao’s love!