Chapter 695
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Demon Realm, the territory of the Venerated Skeleton.
The purple-clothed person sat in a room shrouded in darkness. The only light came from the screen in front of her.
This was the Venerated Skeleton's private cinema. The movie playing on the screen was the recently released "Shining".
The plot had come to an end. The protagonist chased his son in the garden with an ax. At this moment, two soul fires lit up beside the purple-clothed person.
The purple-clothed person instantly picked up the staff next to her hand and stood up.
"I didn't expect Noland's most powerful spellcaster to be frightened by this kind of movie."
The Venerated Skeleton's voice lit up the crystal light in the entire room. This sage had been living in the Venerated Skeleton's territory for almost half a month under the recommendation of Josiah.
"" Shining "portrays mental terror very well. At least when I watch the movie, I can feel the kind of blocked fear," said the purple-clothed person.
"But you are still frightened by the existence of the undead in it." The Venerated Skeleton came to the purple-clothed person and looked down at her pale cheeks, "It's shameful for an undead to be frightened by the undead."
The purple-clothed person looked at her pale arm and said nothing.
"How is it? Have you adapted to the feeling of living as a dead person? Sage, "said the Venerated Skeleton sarcastically.
"Except for the loss of touch and taste, the feeling in other aspects is no different from that of a human. The magic power in the body has not been reduced."
The purple-clothed person was already prepared. She looked at a full-body mirror hanging in the room. There was not much change except for her pale face in the mirror.
"I begin to understand why those people in the Undead Association pursue the so-called eternal life."
"Eternal life? This kind of eternal life is torture for any conscious dead person. " The Venerated Skeleton's soul fire locked on the new undead in front of him, "Losing touch and taste is a kind of torture. After that, your body will not last for many years. You will become like me in 10 years at most. You will either become a lich or die forever."
"I extend my life like this just to pass on my knowledge. Ten years is enough, and …" The purple-clothed person looked up at the Venerated Skeleton's eyes, "Your life doesn't seem to be in torture."
"Doesn't seem to be?"
The Venerated Skeleton suddenly let out a harsh laughter.
"That was one year, no, two years ago, before that guy named Josiah visited my castle. Do you know what I was thinking about every day two years ago?"
The Venerated Skeleton put his bone-like hands on his chest, which was the core position of the Lich Lord.
"That is how to end this long and boring life. If it weren't for my noisy servants causing trouble in this castle, I would find a place to kill myself again."
"How about now?"
The purple-clothed one knew the past of the Venerated Skeleton. She was once a Falosi general, but the old Falosi she guarded had long been destroyed. What made her most desperate was that the one who ruled the Falosi now was not her enemy.
If so, the Venerated Skeleton at least had the belief of revenge to keep her alive, but the Falosi ruler was a stranger who had nothing to do with her.
In a world where his family and enemies had all disappeared, the Lich Lord should have disappeared along with them.
"Now? I won't die until Josiah finishes writing "Sherlock Holmes" and shoots all the new movies he can think of! "The Venerated Skeleton let out a harsh laughter again. "There are also those bugs on the Weave. If I am not around for a day, they will mess up my post. I haven't finished practicing my new music score. Recently, I have put in too much effort for the game" Holy Spirit "to break through 5,500 points."
The purple-clothed one was stunned for a while when she heard the Venerated Skeleton's words. Perhaps even Josiah himself didn't expect that waiting for the new chapters of the book and the emergence of new movies gave the Lich Lord a reason to live.
"I am the same." Facing the Venerated Skeleton's confession, the purple-clothed one had no intention of holding back, "When my life comes to an end, it has ushered in a new era of the rise of the Weave. I want to see this era move towards glory, so I am not willing to die so simply."
"Then you should go back to Noland, Sage … Don't disturb me here anymore."
The Venerated Skeleton came to the door of the room. With a gentle wave of his finger, the door opened directly. There was a sinful devil standing respectfully outside the door. There was also a dark green teleportation portal.
"I have stayed here long enough." The purple-clothed one gladly accepted the Venerated Skeleton's suggestion and walked directly toward the dark green teleportation portal.
… …
Josiah Yanorod.
Clary had definitely heard of this name. In the final mission given to her by Bishop Gainko, in addition to stealing the intelligence of the Demon Realm's movements, there was another mission, which was to kill two targets at all costs.
The initial target was named Fuya … and another alias was Yanorod. Her current identity was the Fourth Princess of the Demon Realm.
Clary had been dormant in the Demon Realm for two years, but she had never met the rumored Fuya Yanorod.
The Third Prince, Josiah, had heard of this name in the aftermath of several explosions as a monitor.
At that time, Bishop Gainko did not tell Clary … that the Third Prince was also a target, so Clary did not care too much.
"Your name is Scrope, right? I have no problems with the Black Hook you used in the game just now. "
Josiah walked in front of him and extended his hand.
"Thank … thank you."
Monet manipulated the Chaos Devil to hold Josiah's hand. The etiquette of shaking hands was very common among humans.
"Monet, hold his hand."
Clary looked at Joshua Yanorod. This third prince was a far cry from the ferocious demon she had imagined him to be. In fact, he seemed a little dispirited and weak. What Clary could not deny was that … in terms of human aesthetics, the appearance of this demon of Chaos was impeccable.
No! Now is not the time to think about this.
At that moment, Clary had already made up her mind to kill. As long as she killed Josiah, her two years of dormant mission would be over. Even though she would end up with her soul dissipating afterward.
She had come to the Demon Realm with this determination.
"Sister … he has the same aura as those elves," Monet said with a trembling voice.
"What?!"
Before Clary could react, her eyes met with Josiah's once again. At that moment, Josiah's face was filled with his usual warm smile.
"Interesting. Your soul looks different from others." After saying this, Josiah let go of her hand.
Clary felt a pain in her palm, as if something had pierced through her soul. She stared in shock at Josiah's back as he left.
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