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The world of the dead.

A bright moon in the sky shines on the dark earth, and the atmosphere of loneliness spreads throughout the world.

This is a world of the dead, and they are always peeping at the living in all realms.

After the God of Death disappeared together with other gods, the order of this world has collapsed, and skeletons and evil spirits are everywhere.

The blue flames will occasionally spontaneously ignite in the air, and then extinguish very quickly, forming a unique scenery in the world of the dead.

In the center of a sea of ​​skeletons, there is a small city, which is the territory established by a golden lich.

The Golden Median is also a mid-range power in this world, while Liches are high-ranking. Just like their origins, only the strong can transform into Liches and occupy a place in the world of the dead.

In addition to powerful professions such as necromancers, lichs are the pinnacle of the legal system in the necromancy world.

In the center of the skeleton ocean, in a huge castle, the powerful Lich Lord who was observing souls in the laboratory received a call from Shia today.

"Ok?"

The Lich, who was completely ruined and only skin and bones were left, pulled up his hood, and the soul fire hidden under the mage's robe flickered slightly.

Oshi has a younger brother. He remembers clearly that thousands of years ago when God was still there, he transformed into a lich because of his longevity and gained eternal life.

But he has always had an obsession, that is, his only relative, even if the lich will distort his mind and make him strip away his human identity.

But when his brother's life was coming to an end, he went to that small world, transformed his brother into a lich, and gave him the power of immortality.

However, undead creatures have no sense of time, and hundreds or even thousands of years may pass by in one of their retreats or in one sleep.

In the last moment, Al had sent him a message, saying that he was going to develop in Shia.

He hasn't even finished a single experiment, so why is there another message?

Oshie was a little irritated. He stopped observing the experiment of transforming evil spirits into ordinary souls and responded to his brother's call.

I don't know why, Oshi always feels that he can't refuse his stupid brother, even though he is really stupid!

"My dear brother, there are many ancient gods in Shia now, and the one who summoned me is too strong. I need your help."

Al's voice was a bit complicated, and it seemed to be closeness and prayer.

This sound made Oshi stunned. He had not heard this sound for a long, long time.

Lich transformation can give mages eternal life, but few mages are willing to lich themselves. This is because the power of the undead can corrode people's minds.

Even if you are a strong person, under the invasion of your essence, you will distort some concepts and become evil creatures in the impression of orderly creatures.

And this voice seemed to slightly reverse his already transformed concept.

Some fragments appeared in his mind, which seemed to be scenes of two children hugging each other for warmth in a cramped and cramped room when he was very young.

It seemed that he had not thought of these images for a long time.

He subconsciously responded to his brother's call: "How should I help you?"

Shia seemed to be a very powerful plane. After becoming a lich, the inheritance of the dead told him that it was the place where the gods were born, and the creatures born there carried extremely small imprints of the world.

Soul, blood, despair, faith, everything is something that all the worlds outside of Shia long for.

Because the imprint of that world is the highest rule in all heavens and worlds! Rules that have a fatal appeal to all powerful beings!

This plane fell into a state of self-protection after the disappearance of the god. Existences from other planes can only enter by invitation, and there is an upper limit on power.

Beings that are too powerful cannot enter it, including the ancient gods.

"My brother, please take me back to the kingdom of the dead. It's too painful here."

When this intermittent voice appeared, a piece of dark parchment slowly emerged in the sky.

This is a contract from the world of the dead. The notary was originally the God of Death, but after the God of Death disappeared, the notary became some of the remaining ancient and powerful beings in the world of the dead.

Anyone who violates the above regulations will be erased from the thoughts of those majestic beings.

A bad premonition arose in his heart.

Oshi began to carefully perceive this contract. It did not feel the breath of a multi-layered contract. It was a simple pulling contract. As long as this was signed, the positions of both parties would be determined by the power of the notary.

Everything seemed normal, but he could smell some danger.

"My brother, you are the only one I have left. Only you can take me away from here. I am willing to use what I have gained in this year to ask for your rescue."

The younger brother's somewhat anxious voice was full of despair, and an extremely alluring soul aura appeared, which seemed to be the soul of Shia's creature.

For beings from other planes who like to devour souls, this is the ultimate delicacy. He can even feel the breath of the extremely cherished soul crystal.

He was moved, but hesitant. He still needed some time to confirm this seemingly 'normal' contract.

"My dear brother, take me away. I need your anchor and your traction. This contract is notarized by the vampire king Alyssa Watson. I need his power to get out of this damned place." Shia has returned, and I have been locating it for a long time before settling on the realm of the dead."

There were waves in his brother's anxious voice.

He looked at the moonlight that was about to set outside the castle window. The world of the dead lost the stability of God and began to wander in the void again.

It will devour the stars in the sky. Every time a star falls into the world of the dead, it is a carnival in the world of the dead.

And this kind of movement would break almost all positioning, and he knew he didn't have much time.

"Brother, do you still remember the past? I am your younger brother."

Orr's voice became weaker and intermittent. Oshi checked for a while, but could not find any problems in the contract, and the vague uneasiness was suppressed.

He stretched out a withered palm. After thousands of years, no matter how twisted his mind was, it seemed that he still couldn't let go of the trace of family affection and pressed it.

Contract signed.

"Brother, come."

Oshi's words stopped abruptly. In front of his eyes, the contract changed rapidly. A scarlet teleportation array appeared and enveloped him instantly.

This doesn't seem to be a traction contract, but a summoning contract!

And there are so many layers! ——

[You gained the third servant, the level 67 lich, Oshi. 】

Bai Bian retracted his hand with a smile, and the power of the contract dissipated slightly.

He looked at Orr's back as he walked away quickly, holding the Dawn Badge that carried his power.

Quietly waiting for the arrival of the new workshop director.

It's the end of November, and snowflakes finally begin to fall from the sky. This snowfall comes later than before, and it was heavy at the beginning.