Chapter 123 122. When Facing the Riddler, Fight First and Ask Questions Later

Vahran Palace.

On the throne bound by the trees, the phantom opened his eyes, and his eyes were like stars, containing endless knowledge in the world. But when you look at it, you realize that there seems to be nothing in those eyes, and they are extremely empty.

"The stars gave me strange revelations. Has a [change] occurred, or is someone trying to make me [advance] in this way?"

Dom sat on the throne and thought quietly. Some people were unwilling to see him, such as the great druid who turned into a giant tree behind him and bound him, and at the same time bound the entire royal city. Faced with this archdruid who had only a short lifespan and was called by nature to fight him desperately, Dom didn't even have the desire to take action.

Let the other party tie it up, bind the royal city, and even block the light of the stars and the moon.

There are strict standards for the [birth] of Mad King Dom, and the Archdruid's behavior is to interfere with this time, delay it, or even destroy it altogether.

But at the same time, there are also many people who are secretly trying to help Dom, but this does not include any good intentions. They will help Dom, but they are also not happy that Dom will be [born] at the right time.

"Who is it? Do you want to interfere with me, or is this an arrangement of [fate]?"

I don’t know what Dom thought of, but he saw a light point pop up slightly. The diameter of the light point passed through the obstacles of countless spaces and reached the place it wanted to go.

At this time, Dom's little move was also discovered by the Archdruid, "What did you do?!"

The archdruid could feel that Dom had just done something that was definitely not conducive to many people.

"Why bother asking this kind of question? No matter what crazy actions Mad King Dom does, it fits your view of me, doesn't it?"

Giant trees are not good at talking. Since Dom doesn't want to talk, all he can do is use more branches to bind the throne and the shadow above. At the same time, more huge tree roots appear around the royal city, binding the royal city more densely. .

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Mo Cheng's caution was not unfounded, because at this moment he felt the cold.

A mixture of temperature and the cold that the body feels after it spontaneously senses a threat.

"Tell me, what is the difference between life and death? What is the difference between existence and illusion?"

Following the source of the sound, I saw a boy sitting on a small slope not far away, with a heavy book spread out on his knees.

The boy's appearance is very strange, with white clothes, white hair, pale skin, and even his pupils are a rare silvery white.

White became the boy's only color.

Pure white has also become the first impression a boy makes on others.

Mo Cheng did not answer the question. He felt a threat from the boy, but this feeling was indeed different from usual times. It was difficult for him to describe in words what it felt like.

"Don't you answer?" The boy tilted his head, and his head fell down like this. "You lost your only chance."

He picked up his head and carefully put it back in place.

Mo Cheng didn't speak. He quietly observed the boy, trying to analyze what he was.

There are not many species that can survive even if their heads are lost, such as puppets, undead creatures, undead creatures, etc. To distinguish them, more observations are needed.

"Lich." But the boy seemed to understand Mo Cheng's behavior and revealed his identity first, "I am a lich."

The boy claimed to be a lich, but he was completely different from the skeletons in Mo Cheng's impression.

But when the boy waved his hand to wake up the bodyguard who died in his hands in the form of an undead creature, and at the same time, several space gates appeared behind him, and undead souls continued to emerge, all doubts were irrelevant.

"Silence is also an answer, but giving up the answer is a very sad behavior." The lich's pure white eyes looked at the black priest, and his tone was calm, as if he had seen through everything, "With you, with the people of this country It’s the same behavior as people trying to change their destiny, a sad and unaware behavior.”

Mo Cheng squinted his eyes. He felt that there was something in this guy's words. In the past, when he was in [Foreign Land], he had encountered many people who first spoke a bunch of incomprehensible words and made riddles when they met, but Mo Cheng skipped reading that type. Article, just kick the door and start a fight.

He enjoys doing things that drive the Riddler's words into their stomachs.

It's just that the portal opened behind the Lich has now teleported out a legion of about three thousand people.

An abomination composed of fragmented corpses, covered in stitches and smelling foul, armed with a huge hook and sickle.

A rotten, clumsy walking zombie transformed from a human.

The meat grinder, a siege weapon that collected and stored corpses and spread disease.

As the main force, there are many skeleton soldiers holding swords and shields, or holding guns in both hands.

"I have seen your behavior. For that boring sense of justice, escorting a group of lives that are bound to die here is already very good. But..."

The Lich closed the book on his knees, "Under the torrent of fate, you cannot change anything."

"Go and kill those rebels who are about to leave the country."

The Lich did not issue an order against Mo Cheng because it was unnecessary. It was impossible for Mo Cheng alone to resist the thousands of undead creatures, let alone prevent the people led by Margaret from being massacred.

The lich expressed the most naked contempt for Mo Cheng's existence. Even if you are strong enough to kill twenty personal guards, what you have done is still useless.

"Hey, Lich." Mo Cheng shouted, "You made a mistake. I'm not silent and won't answer."

Raising his hand, the power of death condensed in his palm, and a huge tombstone of flesh and blood emerged from the void. At this moment, suddenly a ray secretly shot at Mo Cheng, and the Lich activated the magic counterattack that had been prepared to interfere with the formation of the tombstone.

The Mad Legion has already recorded the fact that Mo Cheng has the power to control death. How could the Lich not be on guard against this magic that is already at war level?

However, Mo Cheng had already expected this. After his own information was leaked, what kind of response the other party would make must become a thinking item. The best and most direct way is to use magic countermeasures.

With a wave of his right hand, he threw the wooden stick in his hand out, and it hit the magic counter-ray that was shooting towards him. The holy light on the wooden stick was instantly extinguished together with the counter-ray.

The holy light attached to the wooden stick, in addition to enhancing its lethality, was prepared for this moment.

"I mean, who are you?!"

Tombstones of flesh and blood reappeared, and countless immortal corpses poured out, intending to compete with the undead legions to see whose immortality was the real immortality.

Mo Cheng picked up the wooden stick and pointed it at the lich, "Except for my parents and teachers, which idiot dares to ask me to answer his questions?!"

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