Twenty Sided Dice

Nekos is a skeleton-shaped man of death, transformed by a living being exiled into the void, with an infinite hatred of the "mortal enemy" in his heart. Since there is no **** to take care of them, and they are independent from the circulatory system of each world, there is no real death for them.

The passage of time has left scars on their souls until they are dismembered and torn. This kind of pain will never end, so the Nykes family tried their best to strengthen their soul strength to avoid endless torture. They continue to condense their spirits, concentrate their active will, and place them in the "Void Ship" to reduce the impact of the outside world on them; they leave some souls that are sufficiently controlled to act outside and continue to find solutions to problems.

Concentrated will can't solve the problem, some souls choose to sleep after disappointment, and some become paranoid in their hard pursuit. In the process of continuous fusion of generations, some souls have achieved dominance and become masters. They can affect not only the body performing tasks in the outside world, but also other "Void Ships" of the same kind.

"Nikes was originally a creature from various races, including some descendants of gods and monsters. At the beginning, there was nothing in the void, so they used the original body as material to create a void ship that could hide and continue. They Abandoned the characteristics, leaving only the commonality of the existence of the soul. But the void is still the void in the end, the material will be less and less, and eventually nothing will be left, so Nykes must find a way to plunder."

When the world is born and dies, the protective shell that makes up the rules is extremely unstable, and a lot of matter is thrown into the void. The Overmind is able to locate these things and obtain them before the Void annihilates them. Some drastic processes of destruction cannot escape even the gods and the kingdom of God. So Nekos discovered the existence of the shadow of the dead.

"The power of destiny that we carry can be used to repair the damaged soul of Nekos, and the obsession part of the rebirth can also be used to provide energy. When these are extracted cleanly, we will only be left with the purest soul void. Shells can be used to make up for the wear and tear of Void ships in the void, and can create the most basic warriors. For Nyx, the shadow of the dead is the foundation of everything."

There is a way of development, although it is narrow and rugged, it is already a way of life for Nykes in the void. In order to find the "dead enemy" who originally exiled them, Nykos kept arming himself and walked out of a path that used plasma as energy. Inhibit the development path of other elements. They have no fire, no ice, no sound, no soil and running water, let alone the growth of plants and the activity of animals. They are always creating shadows and shadows, providing them with a steady stream of power.

"Although Nykes is a lot like the undead, it's different." Monroe said, "Nykes doesn't need negative energy. Just electricity."

Siegel immediately asked: "What's with the lines on those skeletons? Why are normal weapons ineffective against him?"

Monroe looked at the mage with surprise, and then thought of the long sword he possessed, and then suddenly realized: "You have a long sword made of an unborn star core, which can naturally overcome the protection of the void. The enchantment invented can resist the erosion of the void, and ordinary weapons are naturally no problem. It is difficult to break through cold metal and pure energy, and only the ** full of vitality can approach. However, the long sword in your hand is taken from a Unexploded stars have the power to light up the universe, they are indestructible, and naturally they are not afraid of their protective barrier. But ordinary people are bare-handed. How can they be the opponents of the Nekos warriors?"

"I understand that there is not only the only world I am in in the universe, but if Nykes wants to destroy my world, won't the gods stop them?"

"Of course." Monroe nodded: "The existence of the Lord is to counter the will of the world. Drag them on the battlefield. The wars in the kingdom of God are wars of attrition calculated for thousands of years. It rarely happens, but it is very important to the consciousness of the Lord. It is an already proficient war chess game. He knows the battle boundary of the gods, and has always controlled the scale of the battle. For Nex, it is not necessary for everyone in the original world to die, he only needs to create death. The shadow of the shadow will do."

"But the gods exist. There will be no shadows of the dead." Siegel said.

"Except for the world gods of natural elements, the rest are because of what people want. That's why gods are born." Monroe said word by word: "What if you want nothing when you die?"

"How could there be nothing..." Siegel suddenly thought of the Crimson Spire, the dead mages. That was the answer he wanted.

Now he finally gradually connected the whole clue and understood the strategic purpose of the Knox Common Club. Although I don't know how much Master Kasper knows about Nekos, he must also create shadows of the dead, or to create resentful spirits. So they want to build the red spire and create a magic circle that makes people "extremely happy". Perhaps their powerful mind-controlling spell abilities were also passed down from the Nekos family.

Perhaps the creation of the shadow of the ghost involves very complex means and methods, but this will undoubtedly have a devastating impact on the world. Knox and Nekos, in fact, are all the same, both are messengers of death.

Death is a necessary step for every mortal creature, but death is not the end of the journey. Whether it is joining the kingdom of God, rebirth, reincarnation or becoming the spirit of the ancestors, it will start the next journey, full of countless possibilities. But the actions of Nexus are to interrupt it, return it to silence and nothingness, and cause all souls to suffer the same pain as they do.

"How to stop them?" Siegel asked hopefully.

"I can't say," Monroe shook his head and smiled at Siegel: "Do you think you can stop such a behemoth? In front of the Nekos family, you are just a small stone, you can How can a stone that is easily submerged and swept away by the waves stop the flood?"

"I'm not like them," Siegel said of Monroe. "Nex was born of despair, and I was born of hope. With hope, there is change, and there is motivation, and there is the possibility of victory. Now, you should Tell me one thing, when does the tour of this room end. Where does it end?"

"Well, since you want to know the bad news, I'll tell you," Monroe said. "We're heading to the stasis tomb to meet the newly awakened warriors and take them to change their shells. When the gates open. There will be three hundred bronze skeletons standing in front of you. Although they are unarmed and vulnerable under your stardust, can you kill your way out of the three hundred?"

"Even if you do, the outside world belongs to Nykes. Three thousand, thirty thousand, and 300,000 warriors will wake up as long as the situation requires, and besiege you, an outsider." Monroe sighed. Said regretfully: "You will eventually die."

"I remember you said that what remains in the skeleton is the most basic soul, not intelligent, right?"

"That's right," Monroe replied. "That's why they don't stop killing and they don't tire of war."

"Then do you know how the patterns on their bodies are formed?"

"Of course. Every Throne Steward can access this knowledge, and this is an important job in our service to the Lord."

Siegel smiled, turned himself into a skeleton, and said to Monroe, "Then let's pretend!"

The flame soul crystal emitted a bright light, and Monroe's phantom stood up suddenly and swayed in the air. He had been dead for so long that he almost forgot what excitement was. "I've seen you!" Monroe said: "I thought there were two identical long swords, but I didn't expect that the intruder was you! What kind of power is this, why can it be between the flesh and the dead? Convert?"

"It's magic," Siegel said.

"Don't try to lie to me!" Monroe shook his head: "How is it possible to use magic in this environment? If it weren't for the energy access of the plasma. You can't even maintain the portal, let alone transform. Where did you come from? Elemental energy, this is definitely not magic!"

"That's what it is. It's there even if you don't understand it," Siegel said. "Now tell me how to make those lines."

"You just need to sit on the throne and let me transform your body with plasma, like a sculpture." Monroe stepped aside from the throne and made a gesture of invitation to Siegel. "It's an excruciatingly painful process for living beings, but undead don't feel that way. Compared to being besieged and killed by countless warriors. You do have a silver lining now - if you can survive this Operation."

"But how can I trust you?" Siegel looked at Monroe: "You are the shadow of the dead, the steward of the Nekos family. You and I are not on the same front. Even if you are telling the truth, it is done. Surgery. I succeeded in disguising, but as long as you shout and reveal my identity, the outcome is still unchangeable. For me, the two options have similar odds."

"You can't find a way to trust me." Monroe said, "I'm already dead, and the only worse outcome than now is that the flame soul crystal is destroyed and turned into an unconscious wraith, forever with this room and with you. Lost in the void. So, you can hurt me, but you can't threaten me, and there will be no gods and rules here to oversee my oath."

He stared at Siegel as if trying to discern the expression from the skeleton's face. Monroe floated in the air, and his body was empty, which was the mark left by the void to all the shadows of the dead. But he is different from the resentful spirit. In addition to nothingness, there is only one thought left, which makes him want to contact and understand the outside world, and want to maintain it instead of destroying it. This idea is milky white, and the light of the shadow of the dead comes from this core.

From his sight, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Siegel's soul fire is clearly visible, it is a black bird, which contains the power to burn everything. That seems to be the purest force of destruction, symbolizing the unstoppable end energy. With such a soul fire, what choice will he make?

Go out and try your luck, or sit down and try your luck?

Siegel stretched out his skeleton-like hand, patted the throne covered with flaming soul crystals, and sat on it. He said to Monroe, "I choose to trust you because I still have a glimmer of hope, hope found in building trust, not hope in killing and destruction. Help me if you understand what I mean. , because I do need your help."

Monroe nodded silently, and all the plasma circuits in the room lit up, as did the eyes of all the heads on the walls. In an instant, countless rays shot out of the eye sockets and focused on Siegel.

Pain ensues, but is shielded by the dice's immunity to plasma damage. A series of complicated patterns appeared on Siegel's bones, and he began to gradually understand the meaning and function of these lines. (To be continued)

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