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Chapter 144 Unlimited
The time that was stopped continued to flow. Naxxramas, the core city of the Necromancer Empire, was an ordinary room used to store bones. A flame suddenly lit from under the floor, and it burned more and more.

Some freshly baked skeletons were disassembled naturally, and finally the best and most suitable parts were taken out to assemble a fresh skeleton, and then the fire of the soul entered again.

The Lich Kersu, who had just been wiped out by Tianzhu, returned from death countless times.

As we all know, for a Lich, the skeleton that goes out to do errands is just an external vehicle, and the phylactery that stores its complete soul and consciousness is the real core.

As a powerful lich who transformed himself into an undead because he was afraid of death, Kersu would naturally not be so stupid as to carry his phylactery with him when making a suicide attempt.

Therefore, when the body that had been used for thousands of years was directly destroyed by the terrifying power, Kersu was naturally reborn again, and his strategic goal had already been achieved.

Compared with relying almost entirely on the ancient tree of life to reproduce, there may not be ten growing elves in 100 years, and the death of millions of undead legions is nothing at all.

The new world is full of potential. The undead empire has learned the lessons of the past and learned how to sustainably exhaust its resources. In just half a month, the army of millions of undead can be rebuilt.

The death of the adjutant doesn't matter, and the vampire prince who only knows how to use natural abilities is not cherished. Although the Kimira is destroyed, it is just a matter of re-creation.

After all, when traveling through time and space, Kersu still had two cores that he obtained by chance with the perishing Lich that could perfectly control different races.

For a perfect creation, as long as there is one, it is enough, and the meaning of having more is not very great.

After all, this world is a world where one is truly superior to millions.

Even the destruction of his body, which had been strengthened for thousands of years, really made Kersu feel a little distressed.

But there is no way, after all, if you don't do a full set of tricks, how can you make the enemy really take the bait?

"It has been verified that the lament of death is enough to forcibly build a suitable venue, so the next two topics are to study the countermeasures against that strange spell, and the further improvement method for the Chimera beast, which may be able to make the sustainable Spells are installed on that core."

Kersu's evil whispers echoed in the room full of corpses, and a seemingly inconspicuous sand floated slowly from under the floor, and finally got stuck in the hollow finger bone.

So Kersu walked forward, passed through the pillars, and several doors opened in response, turned left and right, walked for an unknown amount of time and finally returned to the laboratory he was familiar with, but another lich appeared in front of the door But it made Kersu, who was in a fairly happy mood, feel very unhappy.

After sensing the arrival of the agent, the lich who had been waiting at the door turned around. The black robe covered with strange patterns covered the reality underneath it, and it looked like a cloak floating in mid-air. Inside is a bottomless abyss.

Lich Sandro.

Unlike Kersu Boyle who was originally a nobleman, then became a mage, and finally reincarnated as a lich, Sandro was a pure commoner mage. The undead empire was formed before he was reincarnated as a lich.

After being reincarnated as a lich, in Kersu's view, the enmity between the two liches not only did not decrease, but continued to deepen.

Because even if it is reincarnation, the differences between two people are constantly increasing. Take the simplest research direction as an example.

Kersu specializes in the transformation of organisms. The transformation and evolution of all flesh and blood undead in the entire empire can be traced back to it, and it also learns from the wisdom of the entire empire to continuously evolve.

Sandro's research is on alchemy weapons. Although it is not as conspicuous as Kersu, the city of Naxxramas in the sky is its highest masterpiece, and he is also continuously producing some undead-style weapons. A pure and useful alchemy creation.

There are only so many material and intellectual resources in the entire undead empire, and the top liches with two completely different research directions want to tilt the resources in their own direction, so competition will naturally arise.

For Kersu, the least willing to admit is also the most disgusting and disgusting thing—that bastard Sandro's research talent is indeed superior to his own, and he can get it with only a few layers of resources. Almost the same results as myself.

"Hey, you changed your body again?" The fire of soul in Sandro's eyes was flickering. Although it was a question, the language he uttered was more similar to a mechanical synthetic sound. There was no sadness, joy, goodness or evil.

"This is my latest research result, which is enough to help Maharaja gain an advantage on the frontline battlefield."

As a pure researcher, Sandro has always been concise, presenting his latest and most perfect creation to the ephemeral agents of the undead empire.

Naxxramas, which can automatically change its shape, slowly split apart, revealing an avenue tens of meters wide, and then the sound of walking without arrogance and rashness sounded again and again.

The pace and tone are always consistent, never messy, and never stop, as if it means that it will exist in this world forever and never disappear.

It was a strange life that had never been shown before Kersu's eyes, a silent giant steel dragon like a mountain.

There is no trace of life on the whole body, all the contour lines are perfect square and arc, the dim red light in the eyes at both ends of the head will never go out, if you encounter an enemy, or want to destroy something, the shoulders The light in the two barrels can be lit up endlessly.

The mysterious runes are constantly flowing on the metal body, which means that Sandro can absorb the achievements of the two worlds in just a few years, break through countless barriers, and use all the latest research results in this world. The iron dragon that came by accident.

The highest achievement of a powerful empire that almost unified a world, the original creation of the term "extreme" perpetual motion machine, defeated the dark king who had ruled the world for thousands of years, and now he has been reborn in a different world and gained a new level. The power of layers.

"You actually created such a powerful mechanical life?" Kersu was not happy, but looked extremely angry.

As the opposite of all living beings, the caretaker and ruler of death has created things with 'life', the Lich Sandro has already stepped on some default unspoken rules under his feet.

"Power is power, there is no difference between good and evil, life or death, Your Excellency the agent." Even though he was constantly being put on a huge hat as usual, Sandro's voice remained unmoved, "and completely The infinite dragon beast bound by authority is more trustworthy than those intelligent dead spirits..."

(End of this chapter)