Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The Necromancer sits on a high bone throne.

The blue ghost fire illuminates the cold and dark cave, and water drops steadily dripped from the top of the rock, and fell into the bottomless pool. The countless layered bones shone with a dense cold light, filled with a dark breath of death.

He never thought he would lose so badly.

In the field of undead spells, he is considered a rare genius in a thousand years. Even extremely difficult forbidden spells can be easily mastered by him. The witches and skeletons he feeds with human essence and blood are almost unmatched. The Templar knight who is a hundred times bigger than him is nothing to say. However, this pride has been so thoroughly defeated today that he simply cannot accept it.

The necromancer gritted his teeth.

He could feel that the opponent hadn't been exposed to many undead spells. In this respect, it was almost zero, but...

That person's affinity for the dark elements was terrible.

Those elements that usually require complex spells to be reluctantly driven, in front of the young man, are intimacy and gentle like a tame domestic dog. They only need to hook their fingers easily, and they will rush in feverishly and willingly use them for him.

For the mage, this is simply overwhelmingly terrifying.

The Necromancer stared at the phantom that appeared on the spell stone in front of him.

A young boy's face appeared among the floating curse lines, his facial features were beautiful, his expression was contemptuous and indifferent, the dark pupils flashed with jealous gleams, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, which seemed rather cynical.

This is a message from the opposite side of the mainland, and it is a human being requested by the Demon Race to search for it with all their energies.

Those eyes and the picture in the memory slowly overlapped.

The sharp lines of the eyes are sharp and sharp, and the dark pupils are deep and cold. They hide a touch of joking and indifference. They sweep over themselves condescendingly, like sweeping ants lying prone in the dust.

Whenever thinking of those eyes, the Necromancer would tremble uncontrollably.

That is the fear that springs from the depths of the soul, the instinctive trembling and surrender to the enemy that is a hundred times stronger than himself.

He... is he really human?

Although the seal 30,000 years ago sealed all the followers of the Dark God on the opposite side of the mainland, if someone told him that this was an out-and-out dark creature, he would believe it without hesitation.

However, the man actually let him go at the last minute and left in a hurry.

Although the Necromancer didn't know the reason for the opponent's departure, he understood very clearly that this was an opportunity for him.

Although it was said that except for that young man, the rest of the people were not able to fight back at all, but the necromancer did not dare to stay, for fear that the other party would change his mind, so when the other party's figure disappeared, he would tear it apart at the fastest speed. Scroll, ran away quickly.

It's too close.

Just a little bit, I'm afraid he won't be able to come back.

However, before he could taste the joy of the rest of his life, he just listened to the sound of footsteps from the deep corridor in the distance—

The steady, slow, rhythmic sound of footsteps, absorbed and amplified by the walls of the cave, seemed strange and unclear.

—Intruder! !

But... the warning spell he set around was not touched!

A dangerous signal flashed through the mind of the Necromancer, and cold sweat instantly seeped out. He stood up suddenly from the chair condensed with human skulls, murmured a spell quickly in his mouth, and the remaining witches and skeletons were summoned and stepped forward. The direction of the sound quickly flicked away, but it was silently absorbed by the darkness like a drop of water falling into a deep pool.

There is no trace of stagnation in the sound of footsteps.

The necromancer was cruel and sang in his mouth, the dark elements in the air condensed into an overwhelming icy dark glow, all aligned in the direction of the sound.

The faint wildfire leaped in the cave, reflected on the pale bones.

Finally, a tall figure stepped into the light.

At that moment, all the swords were made!

"Tsk."

A cold snort of contempt sounded from a distance, and then was swallowed by darkness in an instant. In the next second, a sharp cold light flashed through the air, like some kind of unstoppable blade, cutting off all the spells in the air—what? ? ?

The necromancer's eyes widened, and he stepped back in a cold sweat, almost unable to believe his eyes.

In this world, how can there be any existence that can cut off the spells that have been cast?

At this time, the other party has stepped out of the darkness.

It was a man with black hair and black clothes. He was tall, with a handsome face like a god, and under his high eyebrows, there were a pair of scarlet plumes. There was an almost inhuman cruelty in the depths of those eyes. At the moment it passed, the blood of the Necromancer almost seemed to be frozen instantly.

He shuddered back, but the man still walked towards him slowly.

His expression was unwavering and his voice was low and low, like the vibrato of strings swayed in the air: "I found you."

The Necromancer did not understand the meaning of his words, but he was frightened by the certain qualities in his voice. Unreasonable extreme fear grabbed his mind, this kind of chill as if his soul was suppressed. The intention left him torn apart and could barely move his pace.

The man walked up to him, slowly bends over and lifted his right hand hanging on his side:

"Did you touch him with this hand?"

The Necromancer could hardly speak, he could only wait for his eyes, watching his skin dry and cracked in an instant, revealing the bright red muscle tissue under it, but a drop of blood did not ooze out, and then, the skin The underlying mechanism twitched and contracted, clinging to the bones like a layer of charred and dried oil—then he felt the pain.

He hissed in horror and miserable horror. His voice was amplified by the cave and echoed across the walls.

There was no slight ups and downs in the man's blood-colored eyes. He stared at him silently and coldly, and asked softly, "Is there any other place?"

The necromancer was holding his completely abolished hand and trembling on the ground, saliva dripped from his lips, the vague voice was stuck in the throat that shivered with fear, and his lungs made a hehe sound of agitation like a broken bellows. , Because of excessive panic, he could not say a word unexpectedly.

"The time has passed for too long, and I can't smell the smell of him left on you." The man said faintly: "If you don't cooperate, I have to do it myself."

He raised a well-knotted hand and shook it firmly in the void.

A faint gray mist was pulled out from the front of the necromancer's forehead. The Necromancer wailed in pain, and his entire body was twisted and deformed in the terrifying pain, as if he was suffering invisible torture.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was reading something.

A few minutes later, he raised his eyebrows, looked at the unmanly Necromancer lying on the ground, and whispered with a kind of almost cruel compassion:

"If this is the case, then there is no need for you to exist."

The wall reflected the twisted limbs of the Necromancer who shrank and dried in an instant, and the faint ghost fire bounced a few times and went out.

·

After talking to Eleanor that day, more than half a month passed.

The time spent in the cave always passed by quickly, and it almost passed by before noticing it.

Ge Xiu curled up on the blanket covered with gorgeous snow-white hair, and most of his body was buried in it.

An opened old book covered his face, covering his face.

Killing God.

It is much more difficult to do than it is said.

The gods of the bright camp retired to the gods after the war 30,000 years ago. After the beginning of the human era, they rarely appeared on the mainland. Only gods with the godhead can enter the gods. The gods cause any substantial harm.

God’s love for the world has always been a white lie. For the high gods, it’s only a flash of a finger for a hundred years, and hundreds of millions of believers are just ants who are constantly renewing and changing their lives. They persecute the gods to show up by killing believers on a large scale. There is no possibility.

To make matters worse, when Eleanor was deprived of the godhead, all the memories related to the gods also disappeared at the same time.

The way to kill God is more difficult to find than you think.

Ge Xiu yawned lazily.

Over time, he became more and more prone to sleepiness.

He blinked the tears from the corner of his eyes and rolled over in the soft fur.

If a knowledgeable person sees the fur underneath him now, he will be shocked. This is the fur of a rare giant beast that lives on the ice sheet. At auctions, their small pieces of body can be sold for sky-high prices. Even the imperial emperor may not be able to have a complete piece of fur, let alone use it as a lavish blanket.

However, in this cave, compared to the empty space before, there is more than just such a blanket.

During this period of time, Ellenor has been bringing back countless things continuously. He has a strange idea for no reason. It seems that no matter what, as long as it can improve Ge Xiu's quality of life, it is worthy of being brought back. -And his thoughts are almost endless, as if no treasure is good enough, and no wealth is enough.

This impulse is almost instinctive.

Soon, those rare and precious treasures collected from all over the mainland will be full of the originally empty caves. As long as Ge Xiu thinks, even the chalcedony that has been rarely encountered in a century will be smashed, just to listen to the crisp sound, there will be The priceless fur was spread under the body as a blanket for sleeping every day-it was simply a luxury that the emperor could not imagine.

Although Ge Xiu no longer needs to eat, absorbing the energy in the living body can meet the needs of survival, and the demand for ordinary materials is almost non-existent, but it still cannot be annihilated by Leno’s unreasonable and never-ending obsession. read.

Every time Ge Xiu opened his eyes, more things appeared in front of him.

This feeling...It's like the cat throws the killed prey on the door fence, and then looks at you expectantly.

In the end, Ge Xiu didn't even bother to stop it.

In addition to these extravagant pastimes, there are huge piles of books—all of which he commissioned Eleno to collect.

From the daily incantation textbooks issued in the empire, to ancient scrolls written on parchment, to secret texts carved on slates, from humans, elves, dwarves, to the remains of the demons on the front of the mainland, there is almost everything. The entire huge space piles up into a terrible library.

During this time, Ge Xiu has been reading eagerly, learning the language of each race, looking for clues about the gods in the crystallization of spiritual civilization they left behind, and practicing from the vast ocean of spell books. Master the method of manipulating elements.

His affinity for the dark elements is very strong, but his mastery of spells is extremely rusty, and he has not received relevant training at all. This has led to his victory in most battles either by tricks or simple and crude absolute crushes. Pressure.

Although these methods worked in the past, his body is deteriorating now, and it may be much more difficult to think about doing this later.

Ge Xiu rubbed his eyes sleepily, feeling sleepiness further eroding his mind.

At this moment, a shadow appeared in front of him, blocking the light above his head.

Ge Xiu yawned again, slowly raised his eyelids, looked at the giant wolf that appeared beside him, and greeted lazily:

"you're back?"

The giant wolf leaned down slightly, the scarlet mullion was like a pool of blood in the light, and the small figure of the boy curled up reflected on the iris. With his wet nose, he gently arched Gong Gexiu’s stomach and moved the tip of his nose. Sniffing softly on the young slender body.

-there is none left.

The abrupt and discordant aura has completely disappeared, leaving only his own taste-domineeringly invade every corner and every gap, until it is completely covered.

The giant wolf squinted slightly and seemed very satisfied.

The author has something to say: Today’s wolf wolf is a possessive wolf wolf.

Necromancer: …I’m so miserable!