The main character is crazy [Transmigration Book]

Putting on a kind shell makes others unable to perceive the darkness in his heart.

This is his innate ability, just like the other eleven kinds of sins.

They are a group of created receivers who naturally know how to use false illusions to cover up the ugliness in their hearts.

Even if you are reborn, your nature will not die.

—— "Twelve Evils"

……

"Pfft."

The dense fog bent over in a very humane manner, and its voice was hoarse and full of sarcasm.

"Changing the world's standards is something that not even a true god can do... Now you are only half-stepping into the realm of false gods. Really, it's too naive."

"But so what?"

Jerome crushed the petals floating on his fingertips, and said in a light and soft tone, but full of sharpness: "The so-called true god in the mouth of the people is nothing but born with the laws of the world, through the so-called belief in the heart of the soul. To gain power, but the result is that the power is too strong and beyond the capacity that they cannot bear, and they are finally overthrown by the people created by themselves. The ignorant self-confidence brought disaster, and the anger made them dizzy. Reason is obscured by emotions, and the twelve evils evolved from themselves are still like Pandora's box, defeating them. With the next bad luck born from chaos, and under the control of Trying to cut off the constraints of the power of self and the world, wanting to destroy the branches of the world tree, but they don't know that it is this step that drives them into the abyss. In the end, they entrusted the god of history to call all the good names gods At dusk, wanting to save the last poor, a little ridiculous and ugly dignity, even you..."

"Enough! Damn guy, shut up!"

"Why shut up?"

Jerome turned around and taunted in the same tone with a hoarse voice: "Did I hit your heart? You so-called creator god? Even you, who are great and noble, are still covered by me. Imprisoned by such humble and weak false gods, aren't you? Sylvia Ryan, in my eyes, you are ridiculous like a creature like Zero who has no strength but an IQ comparable to low-level animals. "

"Livestock? How much more noble are you than me? Even if according to what you said, you have obtained the power to control the world, but how much can you fully control and retain? ... All of this is only my fault I was blind when I made the choice."

Sylvia Ryan stood where he was, his misty body was a little weaker: "I actually found you as a host."

"It's all an arrangement of fate."

Jerome walked towards Sylvia, and said softly, "But as a person who experienced the wrath of the gods, I will never make the mistakes you made. So, as a person with me The companions who share life together, instead of taking advantage of others, should you tell me what else is needed to open the key to the throne?"

"Ah."

Sylvia laughed: "You are so powerful, why don't you guess it yourself."

……

"The seven death emissaries of the underworld began to recover one by one. The great Lord of Sighs has waved his sleeping scythe and is leading the undead to the real world..."

Wu Shihua shook the crystal ball in her hand, her blue eyes were deep and mysterious.

"Jerome, is he crazy? He actually woke up these old immortals?"

Lilith swung her long scarlet nails, her tone full of surprise.

Buckeye: "Maybe he's up to something."

Lilith: "Who knows what is going on in the minds of these self-proclaimed bright people?"

"Not right."

There was always a hint of shouting next to his ears, and Xiu frowned a little uncomfortablely. Although he had seen the ending of this world, as time went by, that ending had begun to become blurred in his mind. But what he vaguely remembered was that the recovery of the seven ambassadors and the Lord of Sighs happened long after Hustok's heart was taken away.

At the same time, Adrian should have degenerated and become the messenger of the underworld.

Everything has changed.

What happened after the Seven Ambassadors and the Prince of Sighs were revived?

He doesn't remember.

His memory seems to have been tampered with, then, is he Li Ning or Xiu?

"What's wrong?"

Adrian looked at him with worry in his eyes, and his eyes were so gentle.

"No."

Xiu shook his head, trying to get rid of the weird feeling in his heart.

However, the more he wanted to forget, the more he thought about it. The contradictory feeling was like a sharp steel needle, piercing his heart almost out of breath.

Xiu's head suddenly burst into a sharp pain, his chest felt almost torn apart, and cold sweat came from the corner of his forehead. He raised his head, and the dark green flames in his eye sockets looked straight at a certain place.

His heart was touched by a stranger!

The heart of the necromancers, this is the most important thing in their lives, and it is also where all their magical powers converge.

In order to evolve into a lich, which can be said to be almost fearless of death, Hugh Stoke hid his heart in the Burial Ground early on, a place that all living beings are unwilling to go to.

It was still some time before Xiu could make his own heart into a phylactery, but at this moment, he felt that his heart had been touched by someone.

If the opponent destroys the heart, then Xiu will also die.

who is it?

Actually quietly broke through the prohibition he set?

……

There are more and more undead, and the corpses cover half of the sky.

The gray silk covered the other side of the sun like a vine, densely packed, and still extending to the other half.

Even the wind that blows is biting.

The blue flames are icy cold, and a wonderful plant grows in the ground below. The pure white petals stretch out, and the mist pulls out slender silver threads, dancing and dancing in the wind like fragile crystals, spreading Exudes a strange fragrance.

The flowers that bloom in the flames of death almost cover the place where the fragrance can go.

Black raindrops dripped, and the two sisters, Furious and Cowardly, walked out of the door hand in hand.

With a smile they bring death.

"Tell me, Jerome, have we all been abandoned?"

Roland raised his head, and his cold tone was like a snake letter whispering in his ears. Just at that moment, he looked very much like Anna.

Ansair shuddered, and his face instantly turned extremely pale.

"Hypocritical kindness will eventually harm others and oneself."

As if she had a heart-to-heart connection, Anna in a long white dress came across the space holding a bouquet in her hand.

She had the same smile as Jerome on her face, but her eyes were extremely indifferent.

"You've wasted too much time, respect Your Majesty the Son."

Even the voice is cold, without a trace of emotion.

Ansair raised his head, years of education had restored him to his proper elegance in an instant, and he asked, "Where is Your Majesty?"

"The resurrection ceremony has been completed. For the glory of God, His Majesty and the bishops are performing the technique of divine protection."

Anna turned around, and a dazzling and dazzling soft light erupted from her raised hands.

She waved her arm, and the dark clouds in the sky dissipated with the movement, revealing the sun with half a round left, and began to emit a thick golden light.

"When the ceremony is over, everyone will be blessed by the gods. The door to the sky is about to open. I hereby promise that all devout believers will be able to follow in the footsteps of His Majesty Jerome to gain eternal glory !"

Using magic power to spread the spread of language to the bottom of everyone's heart, even the cold female voice becomes extremely contagious.

……

The bottom of the underworld is the place where it is connected to the real world. The great monarchs who have lived in the underworld for a long time call it the place of origin.

From the outside, it looks like a huge oval sphere shrouded in a cloud of haze.

The shell looks gray, like an egg.

Inside, black and red mixed with purple-blue liquid flowed alternately, no plants survived, and there was no light.

There are only countless soul fires Piaomiao, acting as the only lighting objects.

In the center of the egg, a red gem is constantly beating, as if it is alive.

"He's too presumptuous."

The whole body seemed to be wrapped in the night, and the pale but extremely handsome King of Skeletons got up from the gorgeous throne, and beside him floated an extremely luxurious staff.

Lifting his fingertips lightly, the joints of his fingers seemed to have a special sense of beauty. He looked at the long brown-red nails and said softly to the other six monarchs.

"He broke the rules."

"He has to be punished."

The Lord of Flame and the Lord of Frost are twins who have been teased by fate, and they are also a pair of lovers. Their body shape is deliberately kept between youth and teenager, their gold and silver hair are connected, and their red eyes and blue eyes meet. Vision, intimacy.

They crossed their little fingers and sat together on the throne covered with red and blue roses, and spoke after the Lord of Bones finished speaking.

Three figures escaped in the void, and the magic power filled the darkness as the best cover. The red bouquet bloomed, and the seductive female voice said softly: "Hasn't Zhixi already gone to the human world? That loyal servant is rare." Isn't the door once to deal with Jerome?"

"of course not."

The goddess with destiny in her hand responded to her question, her deep eyes were like blue stars.

"Everything that will happen from now on is for the return of our Lord."