Some powerful mages will look for ways to immortalize so that their power will not wear away over time, and the Lich is born. The Lich is a high-level class of necromantic creatures, because each Lich is meticulously prepared to ensure that nothing goes wrong, and its soul loss is controlled at a very low level during the transition from life to death, so that it can maintain the level of the previous life.

One of the most significant differences between lichs and regular necromantic creatures is lifeboxes. The life box is the outer body container of their spiritual imprint, usually sealed in a secret place, and does not see the light of day all year round; Once the main body dies in an accident, they can still gather spirit children through the life box and resurrect again, which is equivalent to one more life than other necromantic creatures. In order to kill the Lich completely, you must first destroy its lifebox.

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Leaving the monitoring room with a heavy heart, the treasure bag went straight back to his laboratory.

"Hey, did you get it?"

Hearing the sound behind him, Baibaobao's whole body trembled, obviously startled, but his hand seemed to be glued to this coordinate point, and he didn't move at all. He put down the things in his hand first, then turned around, and sighed helplessly: "Tell me, you came in with a pass." ”

On the chair in front of him squatted a civilian-faced elf who raised his hand and plucked out his ears, it was none other than the "dust" sneaking assassin and gossip leader. The gossip sect leader sneered: "Pass? What is a Pass? ”

"It's a steel city, and there's puppet patrols and cameras everywhere, how do you ...... Forget it, I asked a stupid question. The treasure bag slapped his forehead: "I won't say anything else, the infrared alarm installed at the door of my laboratory-"

"Is that what you're talking about?" The Bagua Sect Master took out a small laser head from his pocket.

"Well, when I didn't ask."

Throwing the parts to the other party, the gossip leader rubbed his hands and raised his voice: "Is it done?" I've been waiting for a week! The birdmen have arrived in the Snow Country, but I have not achieved anything in the Gospel! Do you want me to be a laughing stock! "He's talking about the "virus" Glory Halberd, Liberty First Class, his sworn enemy.

At this time, the doorbell rang, and the treasure bag shouted "coming" to the door, and then turned his head to find that the gossip leader had disappeared, knowing that he must be hiding in a certain place, and he didn't care about him, and went straight to open the door. Standing outside the door was Leibniz. Leibniz agreed with the great god on the list of experimental materials and accepted the research report as usual, and after talking for two or three minutes, he said coldly: "Treasure bag, let your guests leave early, if there are any damaged items, I will send him a bill." ”

You see, it's been discovered! At this level, I'm embarrassed to say that I'm a stealth assassin! The treasure bag uh-uh-huh, I don't know which tendon is wrong, and I don't have anything to say: "Your face is a little ugly." ”

Leibniz glared at him: "Necromantic creatures are like that. ”

Is your face ugly......

Leibniz turned around and touched his face.

Let the staff cordon off Lab 02, and properly place the two members of the same clan who are still unconscious, and by the way, he knocked on the treasure bag before returning to Lab 00, holding the "teleporter" in his hand.

Wavelengths are emitted, verified, and the walls of the laboratory open to reveal a secret room that is out of step with the atmosphere of a steely city, with its golden candelabra chandeliers, velvet-upholstered walnut benches, a one-man floor-standing clock, and a gramophone that resembles a brass trumpet. Stepping on the dark red embroidered carpet, it is like being in an old time, and you can't imagine that there is such a good place across the wall from the laboratory.

The walls are closed.

Leibniz was one of the few people who could glimpse the secrets behind the world, and he lived so long that he had time to study the secrets over and over again, but all the research could not be put on the surface, only simulated in his braincase. He can't discuss it with others, because once the words are spoken, they invite disaster.

He could only say to himself: "An unfortunate day. ”

"You look tired." At this time, someone responded to him. Due to the perspective of the person entering the door, the bench was facing away from him, and the person who spoke rested his head on the armrest, his long golden wavy hair hanging down the legs of the chair, and he could guess how beautiful she would be from her fair neck alone...

… No one could have imagined that the iron-blooded head would hide in the steel city gold house.

"Your bun is falling apart." Leibniz paced quietly to the edge of the bench and gently stroked the forehead of the beautiful woman. The beauty was originally a face that captivated the country and the city, but the hideous centipede-like scar on her forehead was shocking, and it looked like she had been punished with a soldering iron, which was really heart-wrenching.

The beauty closed her eyes, her delicate eyelashes trembling slightly: "Comb my hair." ”

"You still don't know how to beg people." Leibniz picked up the comb and gently combed the beauty. In fact, this action is more symbolic than practical, because the beauty's hair is soft and smooth, there are no split ends, and the comb seems to be scratching in the waves, and there is no friction at all. Even so, Leibniz continued to comb rigorously and carefully, sparing every inch, just as he usually treats experiments.

When the beautiful woman heard this, she giggled, changed her arrogant command tone, and her voice was as soft as fat: "Honey, do you like to listen to me beg you?" ”

"No, it doesn't matter."

"Huh? Duplicity, I want to give you a shoulder rub and relax. ”

Leibniz carefully tied the beauty in a bun. Her long hair was coiled up, revealing her fair neck, which ...... down Without. She was a head on the armrest, a living, coquettish, beautiful head that would fall off balance if it was placed slightly off.

"I'm going to look in the mirror!" She said. She had reason to give orders, because she had no hands or feet and could only rely on Leibniz.

Leibniz carefully picked her up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and adjusted the angle left and right as she instructed so that she could check her hairstyle. The two are as close as husband and wife.

The beautiful woman hummed with satisfaction and asked sweetly, "Don't you really think about giving me a body?" Don't you have a puppet named Little K? Throw her head away, how about the body for me? ”

"Russell," Leibniz raised his head rather indulgently, their eyes met, and there was no emotion in each other's eyes, and the words that came out of Leibniz's mouth were even more warm: "Your filthy soul, which smells worse than pig manure and dog urine, don't defile other people's bodies, right?" ”

The beauty pouted: "I hate it, I can't afford to make any jokes." I still think that body is ugly and fragile, hmph, who is rare. ”

Once upon a time, there was a brutal necromantic powerhouse known as the Beheaded Empress Russell. When Russell stepped down, Engels - Leibniz's right and left hand - put on Russell's red-hot iron crown (hence his name Iron Crown); Leibniz, on the other hand, returned the favor by cutting off Russell's head and secretly storing it. For a long time after that, Russell's head accompanied Leibniz, a matter that even the Eternal Emperor did not know.

Russell is still alive. A strong person like her, even if there is only a head left, is extremely dangerous. Her words are traps and poisons, and she is always plotting against her. Whenever Leibniz returned to his dormitory, Russell would take the initiative to talk to him, learn about the outside world in the course of talking and laughing, or observe Leibniz's weaknesses, or even incite and bewitch Leibniz. Leibniz had no doubt that if Russell was given a chance to escape from the Steel City, she would make another wave and remind the world of her notoriety.

Undoubtedly, the best decision to eliminate Russell was to eliminate Russell altogether rather than keep Russell's head, but Leibniz had three reasons.

First, he wanted to torture Russell and use the torture that Russell was proud of on Russell in turn. Russell could live a long, long time, and for almost infinite years, she could not move, she could not see anyone other than Leibniz, she deserved to be in this field. Russell was desperate to kill Leibniz, but she knew she couldn't, and that was because of the second point......

Second, he made Russell's head into a life box (it is not difficult at all, he also referred to the principle of life box to resurrect his dead subordinates into confused soul shadows). If you want to kill Leibniz, you must first destroy Russell. Although Russell wanted to kill Leibniz, she wanted to find a safer way to cut off her connection with Leibniz and get rid of the identity of the life box. She was not willing to die with Leibniz. In the eyes of the Empress, Leibniz is not an "eternal triangle", it is still just

A nobody, if you want to die with him, it is an insult to the empress.

The third point is that he needs a smart staff. Russell's knowledge, realm, and insight are all one in a million, and although what he said is three truths and seven falsehoods, those three truths are enough for Leibniz to solve the problem easily. In addition, there are certain things that are not convenient to discuss with the rest of the people in Steel City, but it is best to discuss with Russell, who only has a head and cannot move freely, and there is no need to worry about anything.

"Today, Tem?? Maison died. Holding his head, Leibniz stood in front of the window. Because of the sensor, the curtain is automatically opened. Of course, it is impossible to open a window in the underground of the steel city, and the so-called "window" is actually a screen. The landscape is presented on the screen, the earth-red earth and the natural texture of the mountain walls under the action of wind erosion, and the background is a cloudless blue sky, and the scorching sun scorches the ground unbridledly.

The two just looked at the screen, and neither of them spoke.

After about two minutes, the scenery on the screen changed to a forest with a clear stream passing through it. Only then did Leibniz continue: "He learned the truth about the world and was erased." ”

Russell's smile stiffened: "Is it......"

Leibniz recounted what had happened.

The second reason why Percival is called "cruel" is that his bullshit creationism is too dangerous, and it has indirectly killed many scholars who have no heroic strength, and has stagnated the development of the entire Qiankun world for thirty years. If Percival couldn't think of it and released his theory to the world, the world would be over - and that was the main reason why no one wanted to trouble Percival. Compared to the end of the world, what is a mere Chiinkena? How cost-effective it is to sacrifice a country and save the whole world!

"You can't say it, you can't even think about it, but people above the hero level can secretly think in their hearts, and it's clearly forbidden for us to discuss it." Russell has always been arrogant, but in the face of the irreversible terrifying force, he can only smile bitterly.

This is Leibniz's self-talk.

Russell is his lifebox, and Russell is himself in terms of the laws of the world, so his discussion with himself will not be discovered. The life box is only one of the means, and other strong people also have their own tricks to cheat and bypass the law. However, being able to bypass the law does not mean that you can defeat the law, and compared to the obliteration force (as it is called for the time being), the "doomsday confrontation" is like a child's fight. In the "Doomsday Confrontation", you can at least encounter a tangible enemy, and you can fight one or two with your own skills, but the obliteration power is different, it cannot be guarded against at all. It can pierce impregnable castles, it can ignore armor made of Adamantite Mithril, and if it is targeted by the obliteration forces, its target will be wiped out in an instant, without exception. So the best way to do that is to ignore it, not to talk about it, not to think about it.

Although it is possible to avoid being erased if you turn more than three times, not every professional who turns three times can discover the secrets of the world. Russell didn't know about it until after it had been made into a life box, and she didn't learn about it from Leibniz. Whether or not we can see the secrets of the world lies in whether we can touch the laws.

Laws are the cornerstone of the world.

The various laws are intertwined to create the world, and they are the essence of the world. Some lucky people, after honing their skills to the extreme, can get a glimpse of the essence and thus obtain the law, strictly speaking, the right to use the law. However, there are always two sides to things, and while touching the essence of the world, the lucky ones also discover the secrets of the world, and the moment they discover it, they understand that they have seen a taboo.

"The gods were created. We are also created. Leibniz's remarks were undoubtedly blasphemous, and they would have been heard by the Holy See.

If you can create, you can naturally erase it.

Everything in the Qiankun world is as fragile as dust in front of the obliterating power. If you look at it pessimistically, every minute is the end of the world, and every breath is the end of life.

"What are you going to do?" Russell asked.

"There's nothing we can do but wait."

"Waiting for a warrior to arrive? It's really you, you talk old-fashioned. Russell chuckled.