Eyalotis.

The night is quiet here.

Despite the military administration of the city, certain shady businesses continued to open, such as brothels, as military officers were also a pastime (especially those with aristocratic backgrounds). At that time, things couldn't be too out of line, after all, now the national crisis is at the head, so the warblers all live in secret huts, no longer standing on the streets, taking the initiative to solicit guests. If you want to enjoy it, you have to find a skin/customer first.

In a cabin......

"Ahh Are you really the personal physician of the old General Ringwynny? It's amazing~"

A man and a woman were lying naked on the bed, moving so loudly that they had stirred up the bedding and dropped it to the floor. The man's face was flushed, probably drunk, and his hands were constantly roaming the woman's skin, making the woman laugh coquettishly. It was clear that this red-haired woman was a dry-skinned woman, and if she wasn't, she would never be a woman of good family.

"No, maybe you're a liar!" The prostitute pushed the man's hand away, giggled, and trembled: "People are not as stupid as you think!" ”

"Who...... Says who! The man's speech was slurred, he put his face close to the woman's neck, and greedily sniffed the fragrance emanating from the woman's body: "I am really the general's doctor!" ”

"No way, although General Lingwenny is old, his body must be very strong, otherwise he would not have taken on such a big responsibility! So the general doesn't need a doctor at all~"

The man yelled, "How is that possible! Everyone thought that the general was in good health, but in fact, the general ...... If you have hereditary heart disease, you will have it once you are emotional, and you must eat ......"

"What to eat?" The prostitute presses her boobs against the man's chest and licks/strokes the man's chin and neck with the tip of her tongue. Her voice is soft and lingering, and it can make people's souls fly out of the sky.

The man groaned comfortably, and said with a smirk: "Take the quick-acting heart pill...... Oh baby, don't bite here, it's so itchy...... Oh God, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, it's so cool...... Yes!!! Whew, whew, no......"

The prostitute lay on her stomach for a while, and when the man was tired and fell asleep, she straightened up and wiped the scarlet blood from the corners of her mouth. She was radiant, and seemed to be three years younger than before, almost like a sixteen-year-old girl. She carefully applied some potion to the man's neck to promote the healing of the wound so that the other party would not notice when he woke up.

A black bird that looked like a raven flew to the window and pecked at the glass with its beak. After the prostitute opened the window, she was blown by the night wind, and couldn't help but shiver, and hurriedly wrapped her naked body in a blanket, she whispered to the bird for a while, and then waved her jade hand to drive the bird away.

"Your Majesty must be very satisfied with this information, right? In this way, he can't say that people just spend money and don't work~ Hmm, damn it, this useless guy actually leaked ...... early" The prostitute looked at the man's wet and sticky panties crotch in disgust, sighed quietly, and smiled to herself: "But the taste is still quite good, sweet and delicious, hehe." Are all the men in Orquila fruity? ”

Whew, the lights go out.

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Qingyi's heart has always had a feeling of depression, and this feeling is so strong that no matter what he thinks, he will think of a bad ending. Suffering a lot, he had no choice but to go offline and think quietly alone. He grabbed pen and paper and began to scribble, all the while playing music.

Pure Chinese words floated out of the speakers. Qingyi likes to listen to Chinese songs.

There are three subordinates who infiltrated Orquila's interior, one is the Dusk Prayer and Pers, who used the name of missionary service to maintain close relations with Orquilla nobles, which is helpful for spying on intelligence and creating trouble; The other is the all-knowing Oskol, an expert in necromancy and spying, who constantly conveys important information so that he can grasp the movements of NPC forces at the first time; The last one is Clavisoll, but that guy is obviously more fun than working! Don't expect her to be better, yes, that's right, resolutely refuse to admit that she went to work, so that you can not be reimbursed for her bills!

There are four on the front line, namely: the necromantic judge who is in charge of commanding the cavalry, and Nave; the necromantic repairman and Fermat, who are responsible for repairing equipment; the necromancer who trained the soldiers, Waltpole Cullen; Responsible for pinning down and culling the Red Devil Hound and Frankie, who are the middle and high-level elites of the enemy.

Among the enemy players, there is the strongest military advisor of the "Gospel" - the military strategist Bald Eagle, as well as several major guilds; Among the enemy NPCs are the poisonous Grahider, one of the twelve heroes of the continent, and the veteran and experienced military minister Lin Gwenny.

We have mastered the "Fermat airship" and also have the "embryonic body tissue fluid", and there are no problems in logistics and battlefield medicine. The command system can use soul wavelengths, but beware of enemy necromancers fishing in troubled waters.

After thinking about it for a while, Qingyi still felt that the information was not comprehensive enough. He clicked on the forum to find a breakthrough......

That's right! That's it!

Qingyi opened the pinned post, his eyes widened and his face became worse and worse.

White Night Streamer was killed, and was relegated to the third "Gothic" and the seventh in the world. The "Gospel" rose to second place, and the "Fuji" Kagetsu Demon rose to third place. This change is not insignificant, and it can simply shock the entire "Qiankun". You know, it was no one else who died, but the first person to "goth"! Players of this level can no longer be measured by conventional combat power...... No, even the gods after the fifth place in the server ranking can't be used as a standard for measurement! If this state of affairs is not stopped, it could easily turn into a war between two servers!

But Qingyi is not faceless because of this! In his opinion, it doesn't matter if the "Gospel" and "Gothic" go to war, the important thing is ......

The white night streamer was cut off and waited for a group of "gospel" gods to besiege and kill to death!

In other words, there is no foreign god in the Gospel!

To put it more bluntly, since there is no foreign god, the "gospel" god can have his hands and feet free to do his own thing!

The fact in front of Qingyi is that the "Gospel" god will appear at any time and assist the living players in attacking Osgilia! It doesn't need much, just a great god with the same ambition as the fire, and the city wall is equivalent to an ornament!

Qingyi pressed his forehead and gasped heavily.

The glimmer of hope for victory has now been completely extinguished.

The Great God is equivalent to a strategic weapon, even if it is not on the battlefield, it can give people infinite deterrence, not to mention that there are ten such strategic weapons on the opposite side! On the other hand, the most advanced necromancer player is himself, level 36...... It's only half of the other party's level, where can I resist the other party's coercion?! The strongest army commander of the "Gospel", plus the ten strongest combat professional players of the "Gospel", and the player army with a higher level and number of players than their own...... And that's not even counting an NPC faction and a heroic NPC!

From the very beginning, this war was not a reciprocal relationship. Compared to the creature players of the "Gospel", Qingyi is at an absolute disadvantage. No matter how many cities he slaughtered, no matter how many pregnant women he killed, he was still so weak that he could only be crushed and broken into powder. This is no longer something that can be solved by "wisdom" and "power" alone, and it should be said that there is no solution. In other words, the probability of Qingyi's victory is 0%.

Why have necromancers been expelled by various forces on the continent since ancient times, like lost dogs? Why is it that the guild of the Assassins, both of whom are fighting professions, should be banned by various countries, while warriors and magicians can walk the road in a grand manner? This is because the necromancer and the assassin are on opposite sides of the masses. Since he stands on the opposite side of the public, he is not tolerated by the public, so he can only hide in a dark corner like a bedbug, always cautious, and have to flee for his life when he is chased and killed.

The same is true for the group of necromantic creatures, who should never be recognized by the public. If they want to operate on the mainland, they must carefully hide their breath, avoid their eyes and ears, and live a life of shrunken heads and heads like necromancers and assassins. Want to stand in front of living beings? Dream on! No, necromantic creatures can't sleep, they can't even dream, so they can't use dreams to numb themselves, they can only quietly endure the cruelty of reality.

The so-called "expansion"? It's just a joke......

Qingyi shook his head and started to be stunned.

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"Presumably, all of you have told you 'what the Necromantic King is', and what I want to say is 'the meaning of the Necromantic King', that is, 'Why there is a Necromantic King'."

"When a living creature dies, it is revived for various reasons and becomes a necromantic creature. Time has no limit on necromantic creatures, and the environment is not enough to stop them. All living beings can become necromantic creatures, so the number of necromantic creatures grows more and more until the world is turned upside down. ”

"But the necromantic creatures are always scattered. At the cost of recovery, many undead creatures have lost their memories and personalities, and they stand at the lowest point of the necromantic world. They can't change the world. Therefore, the appearance of the Necromantic King is needed. People with a strong soul during their lifetime are able to retain their consciousness and continue their interrupted lives, so that they may go further than they did before they were alive. ”

"To be a lion is to have the consciousness of a lion. Since you are in this position, you should strive to expand your territory and uproot the forces that dare to be hostile to us. This is your responsibility, this is your mission! Let the shadow of death once again envelop the earth, let the necromantic creatures rise again, let history witness the glory, and let the world remember us! ”

"Why is there a Necromantic King?! This question is the most rubbish problem in the world, and the battle is the best reason! Everything but blood and fire is the enemy! ”

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Recalling what the Eternal Emperor had said, Qingyi felt a bitterness in his mouth, as if he had drunk a sip of freshly squeezed coptis juice out of thin air. For the first time, he felt like a waste, unable to take on the responsibilities of the Necromantic King. When he took over the title of Necromantic King from Robert, he knew that he would come into conflict with living creatures in the future, but he didn't realize how difficult it was. He thought that he would be like the protagonist of a certain novel, and the enemies would be sent to death one by one so that he could grow slowly. He thought that playing the game was such an easy process.

But no.

A powerful enemy will suddenly appear, the current situation and public opinion will fall against him, but he doesn't even have time to prepare - for Qingyi, this is not a novel, this is reality. The reality will only be so cruel that people will despair, and it will only make you realize that "you are actually not as good as playing tricks"; Reality is not fiction, it will not give you room for lust, it will only oppress you or trample on you all the time, making you give up your freedom, your dignity, and your pride.

Lion? Lice are right...... A worm that is hated by people and is always on guard against being pinched to death, this is the portrayal of the king of the dead, there is no glamour at all, and there is no brilliance.

The music came out of the horns, and it was Pu Shu's "NewBoy". A slightly hoarse singing voice pricked its wings and swirled around the room.

(Yes, I see sunshine everywhere)

(Happiness flutters over the city)

(The New World Comes Like a Dream)

(Warm)

(Is your old pocket watch still turning)

(Can you still wear your old leather shoes)

(There's a future brand cigarette here.)

(Don't you want to taste it)

(Early tomorrow morning...... I guess the sun will be good)

(I'm going to clean myself)

(Sell all the shabby)

(Oh how good is that...... Come on, Pentium Computer)

(Let them think for me)

(Wear new clothes, cut a new hairstyle)

(Easy windows98)

(Dress up nicely)

(18 years old is heaven)

(Our lives are as sweet as sugar)

Qingyi slowly lowered his head and rested his forehead on the computer desk. He closed his eyes, and his heart slowly sank like iron, tearing at his chest. The song was full of youth, but for some reason, the more he listened to the song, the more uncomfortable and painful he felt. He rubbed/clutched the clothes on his chest, his chest tightened and he was short of breath.

(Wear new clothes, cut a new hairstyle)

(Easy windows98)

(There will be no more pain on the road ahead)

(How cool our future should be)

"Really...... How bitter our future should be......" Qingyi laughed, but he didn't look happy at all, but more like he had just had liver surgery.

Since ancient times, many necromantic kings have disappeared into history with their empires. This is not an accident, but a necessity. Necromantic creatures are resurrected from the dead, which is inherently contrary to the laws of the world, so they are aliens that are not tolerated, and they are filth that cannot exist.

But......

Qingyi's right hand was forceful and broke the ballpoint pen.

Who is willing to be a prisoner of reality!!!!!! Who's going to throw in the towel from you, world!!!!!!! Even if the probability is 0%, I'm going to add 1% to it!!!!!

(Onwards, Your Way)

(Guess what gift the future will give you)