Twenty Sided Dice

Siegel took a deep breath, then pulled out the stardust, letting the vortex of the portal engulf him. From the corner of his eyes, he could see that the door of the study was opened, and Modesti stepped in first.

The entrance to the portal was closed, leaving only the afterimage of this moment in Siegel's field of vision. He seemed to hear an angry shout from the void, and everything around him began to pulsate wildly, and violent shocks spread from all directions. Come and beat him constantly.

He was like a rag being tossed, and blood was constantly spraying out of his mouth and nose. The void devoured the blood without leaving the slightest scum. If he couldn't leave the exit immediately, I'm afraid he would end up the same way.

He raised his wand and tried to mobilize the surrounding elemental forces to construct a spell, but there was nothing in the void. He could only turn to himself, squeezing the remaining magical energy from his muscles, blood, and bones.

There was only one chance to use a spell, and without hesitation, Siegel chose a spell that had been used hundreds of times: Elemental Summoning. He mobilized the flames in the body to form a flying flamingo in front of him, clamped himself with sharp claws, and dragged it outwards violently.

The spell concentrated all the magical energy in his body, including the spell that was supposed to protect him from damage through the void. In an instant, he was exposed to the void, and every pore of his body felt the pressure of being annihilated. The blood tried to break through the blood vessels and the skin to escape, and the eyeballs also bulged during the squeeze, and a burst of coldness of death penetrated into the bone marrow, making his thinking slow.

Only the place caught by the fire element still feels a little warm.

Siegel just felt the world spinning, his eyes were full of bizarre pictures, and his mind was rumbling. He didn't know whether he spent a moment in the void or ten thousand years, because the sense of time and space was all in chaos. There were screams all around. Spinning around his body, it was like a scene of countless resentful spirits roaring.

The first thing he regained was his sense of gravity. It was like being on a sea-going ship, traveling on the wind and waves, constantly tossing and shaking, but Siegel did feel the gravity. He knew it couldn't be the world shaking. It can only be me, so I slowly regained my sense of touch.

He tried to take a breath, the pain in his lungs was nothing compared to the joy of re-breathing, letting him know he was out of the void of teleportation. With the sound of heavy breathing, he slowly discerned whether the sound in his head came from fantasy or the outside world.

As the roaring voice of the wraith began to fade away, it was actually an echo from the beating of the heart. The rotating colors are gradually replaced by green fluorescence. This is the Hall of the Throne of the Skull, and the lines made of plasma on the ground are clearly visible.

Siegel found that his hand was on the line, and a large amount of electricity was like a rushing river, constantly washing his skin. He jerked his hand back, causing him to lose his balance. Fall on hard brass ground. His skull heard the ancient sound, which competed with the sizzling electric current, gradually merged with the sound of the heartbeat, and finally turned into a distant background sound, and finally everything was silent.

A necklace of twenty-sided dice hung in front of his eyes, and the number 4 on the dice gleamed. He struggled to hold it in his hand, understanding what it was doing: immunity to plasma damage.

Why is this ability? Siegel was puzzled, why not allow himself to survive the void? Speaking of life and death trials. The earliest life-and-death crisis was when passing through the portal before, and squeezing out the elemental power in the body was a close call. Why was plasma immunity in the end?

He fell to his knees. Gradually regain control of your body, begin to focus, and use meditation to regain your focus on magic. He called for the elemental energy around him, but the magic energy cracked in his hands like shattered ice, and there was only the purest electrical energy, the only kind of energy left around.

The tingling sensation went through every muscle and every muscle of his. Let his body twitch involuntarily. The magic that should have poured in did not enter, leaving only empty wounds. If he did not drain the elemental energy in his body in the void. Not really, but now he's like an extremely dehydrated patient. Still in vain to extract nutrients from the desert.

He had only one option, temporarily forgo elemental energy in favor of electrical energy. He wants to weed out spells that require a combination of elements to cast. In addition, he only has the martial skills as a warrior to defend himself.

What about stardust?

Siegel stood up and looked at the ground wrecked by teleportation. Most of the inhaled items, mainly various books and papers, were destroyed by the plasma network on the ground and turned into a charred black residue. His sword was not at hand, but was inserted on the back of the throne, and he kept swinging. Siegel walked over and drew his long sword. At that moment, he seemed to hear a burst of cheers.

If not a hallucination? Siegel frowned. In this strange place, nothing can be careless, and any clue may decide life and death. With his sword in hand, he observed where the stardust struck. At the top of the back of the king's seat, the flame soul crystal gem on the claw rest shone brightly. A clear wound was just inches away from it, just cut into the motto "Flesh and blood will die, but thoughts are eternal".

He held up the sword flat, pointed the sharp tip of the sword at the red flame soul crystal, and stabbed it inch by inch. With a sigh, he heard a calm voice saying, "Stop, stop your crazy behavior."

Green lines of plasma on the ground began to beat, then slowly retracted, finally converging under the base of the chair. Siegel waited silently for a while, until he saw a floating phantom on the chair, a silhouette with the appearance of a middle-aged human man. He has wavy curls and neat stubble, and his eyes are open with a calm, deep gaze. He seemed to be wearing a tattered leather armor, the iron gauntlets on his hands were incomplete, and the cloak behind him seemed to have been burned by a fire, full of holes.

"Who are you?" Siegel asked.

"I'm Monroe Towan, the steward and prisoner of the Shadow Throne." The phantom said, "Please remove your Condensing Star Sword from the Flame Soul Crystal, and don't destroy it, otherwise everyone will be lost in the void. among."

"Send me back." Stardust didn't shake at all, still facing the Flame Soul Crystal gem.

"I can't do it." Monroe replied: "I can only passively manage and protect, and can't open the transmission channel."

"Then what are you? Smart objects, parasitic souls or projections?"

"I am the shadow of the dead." Monroe replied: "I am the remains of the destroyed world, the residue that should have disappeared."

"You lied!" Siegel said: "The shadows of the dead that I have seen are not like you! They..."

Monroe smiled slightly, and his features and outlines became hazy. In less than a blink of an eye, he transformed into a cloud of milky white smoke, emitting a faint glow. Then he changed back and said in a calm tone, "What color is the shadow of the dead ghost you've seen?"

"Almost pure white," Siegel replied.

"Then he is a lucky man," Monroe said. "He was not overwhelmed by the despair of destruction, and still retains the final clarity of will."

"I don't understand." Siegel said, "What is the shadow of the dead?"

"For the dead, the soul needs a place to go, perhaps the kingdom of God, or a passage of some kind of rule. The soul is the most precious resource in the entire universe and cannot be wasted." Monroe explained: "But if all the The kingdom of God is destroyed at the same time, and the souls of the whole world have nowhere to go. What will happen to them? Eternal life is a curse, and eternal death is even more. This is the shadow of the dead, the homeless ghost."

"Then the grievances that can possess others are actually the shadows of the dead?"

"Yes." Monroe replied: "Only in the soul crystal can we gradually remove the grievances of the shadow of the dead, and let the imprint from the previous world disappear. Only in this way can we integrate into other worlds. Divine Kingdom, find a home."

"That's why the Wraiths keep possessing themselves, trying to make death after death. Are they trying to adapt to the rules of the new world in this way? No wonder they gradually dim until they disappear."

"It seems that you have fought them and survived." Monroe said: "I have to say, you are a lucky person."

"Lucky?" Siegel snorted: "Are there still few deaths caused by resentful spirits?"

"We never attack unless someone guides us," Monroe said. "Every new world has its own god, and the more we do it, the harder it will be to find a home. Whether it's a ghost or a ghost , it's just the pain of the previous world, how can it continue to this world? The flame soul crystal itself is harmless, and it's okay to break it into pieces, but when it is deliberately guided, it will release the resentful spirits that have lost their habitat. ~www.novelmt.com~ That's why I stopped you."

Siegel thought for a while, put away his long sword, and stood in front of the throne. "Tell me how to get out of here and get back where I came from," he said.

"Maybe you can get out of here by opening the door, maybe not." Monroe said: "This metal palace is used for space travel, but I am only a manager, not a leader. I submit to Nyx The will of the master, waiting in the void, opens the passage to each void ship."

"Nekos? Void ship?" Siegel came to the bronze gate with doubts. He used all his strength to keep the door still. When Siegel raised the Stardust sword in his hand, Monroe suddenly said: "Don't do this. The weapon in your hand can indeed break the gate, but now it is a void outside, and you will die if you go out. We are not there yet. Destination, please be patient."

"Tell me what you know, including Nyx, including the Void Ship." Siegel said to the shadow of the dead: "Tell me what greets me at the destination." (To be continued)

ps: nox nox

Naikes s (Does everyone know what this thing is? Ha ha ha ha ha ha)