The Reiki Era of the Powerful

Chapter 318 Why Manipulate My Life!
"So that's how it is." Yan Luge vibrated his wings, and the thin air circulated in the quills, forming a sound like a sigh, "You did it on purpose...

"I discovered that you have been 'melting' non-stop, until now, most of your flesh and blood have melted away.

"I thought this was a sign that you were affected by prayers and your strength was declining.

"But I underestimated you.

"You actively and intentionally melted away those flesh and blood—because in essence, those flesh and blood are your body.

"The dead bone standing in front of me is not only your wreckage, but also your fake body, and it is also an undead shaped by your power of death, just like the ashes in the cemetery."

The evil spirit, that is, the undead king created by the "Pharaoh's curse", took the initiative to dissolve his body, and then made his dead bones and remains into an undead.

Unlike those fragile and ridiculous undead with ashes, the material body of the evil spirit itself has good strength. After the strengthening of material power, it directly possesses the strength of the fifth level.

After a pause, Yan Luge said softly again: "And why did you do this?

"I guess—you discovered the source and purpose of the 'Prayer Sound', didn't you?

"You are a spirit, a spirit who was born by prayer. Although most spirits are simple and cute guys, you are not included. Because the wishers wanted you to be 'evil, powerful, and cunning' from the beginning The king of the dead, so you became that kind of existence.

"And as a vicious and cunning undead king, you are not willing to be bound, weakened, and changed by the sound of prayers."

Evil spirits should be aware of what kind of existence they are.

But it is not reconciled.

Yan Luge waved his wings, his eyes swept over the several people who were watching and filming in the distance, and then fell back on the evil spirit.

He said slowly: "You may not understand what filming and live broadcasting is, the source of the prayer sound, and the means used to weaken you, but you can definitely find the law-that is, as long as you follow the "Legend" goes to a fixed location and is exposed to the lens of ordinary people, and countless prayers will flock to you, trying to transform you into a completely different righteous existence.

"I'm guessing you figured this out pretty early on.

"But you don't want to be changed.

"So, you decided to play tricks.

"You disguise yourself as a simple spirit that seems to only act according to your wishes. You went to those places according to your instinct, and no one was killed according to your wishes, but in the process, you played a trick to escape your shell, Surreptitiously fashioned a false body, a mummified undead under your control.

"You attempted to reproduce your birth—the scene of your birth from the coffin of gold.

"The prayers of all living beings follow very complicated rules. It can revitalize empty coffins, resuscitate the dead, and create corpses out of thin air...but the recipient must be 'what the prayer thinks'.

"Although the real Surr VII is actually the golden coffin, the ignorant supplicants don't know, they thought that Surr VII should be a mummy, so you were born from the coffin.

"Similarly, when they look at the mummy undead you left behind, they will not realize your existence, and all the prayers for 'Sur VII' will converge on this undead body. The weakened is It is it that is changed.

"Those wishes... slipped away from the real you."

Having said that, Yan Lvge stopped talking and looked at the ground again.

On the ground, the evil spirit finally responded to Yanlvge's words.

The pile of dry bones that were dismantled by Yan Luge slowly assembled into a skeleton under the action of the force of death, and stood up again.

The black corpse liquid that melted and dripped on the ground also rolled and gathered together, and slowly protruded from the ground, forming a mud-like human-shaped black shadow.

Skeleton movable jaw.

The black mud monster opened its mouth.

They said together: "Ah, yes."

One voice was harsh and hoarse, and the other voice was muddy and sticky.

The evil spirit's real body and false body are manipulated by the same will, and they say the same words: "You saw it.

"It's a pity. If I was a little bit closer, I would be able to complete the separation of these two parts of the body and completely abandon the name of 'Undead King'."

Yan Lvge was a little curious: "Do you hate yourself?"

The evil spirit laughed, and the two different kinds of laughter mixed together, forming a chaotic echo: "No, I don't hate it."

"Then why do you think of abandoning the past?"

"I won't despise my existence like that idiot 'Pharaoh'." The two voices of the evil spirit raised their pitch together, like an angry roar and a passionate declaration, "But I know better, my conviction My knowledge, my ability, my character, and everything about me are all shaped by the wishes of ants, and never belong to me.

"They want me to save people, so I can't kill ants; they want me to hunt me, so I have to become a slow-moving prey; Pushed to come to this damn place!
"'Cemetery', 'Antique Store', 'Movie Theater'...'Moon Gate Square'? I don't even know what the place names mean! They call this place 'Moon Gate Square', obviously in my memory this place is Nile Palace! But I still had to follow my instinct to come here...

"Is it sad? Is it funny? Is it funny?
"They changed me, manipulated me, played me. It was as if they were the master and I was the slave.

"If the 'Undead King' is such a thing, then what's the difference from the puppet-like 'Pharaoh'?!

"Those mortals, those ants, those worthless things, why do they control my life!!!"

The evil spirit yelled out these words in an almost violent manner.

The anger being controlled, the unwillingness to be fooled, the madness of being imprisoned...all erupted at that moment and turned into endless resentment.

The withered skeleton and the semi-fluid black mud monster opened their arms together and shouted to the sky: "I will rewrite my fate with my own hands.

"And you are destined to become my nourishment!"

Yanluge wanted to flap his wings, but he didn't.

He turned his head slightly, and found that his white wings were also stained with black, viscous corpse fluid at some point.

Those things are like sticky oil, crawling on his wings, entangled his feathers, and stuck his quills, making a large number of feathers that can eject airflow useless, and the wings are also like It is generally difficult to open when bound by ropes.

Soon, the remaining feathers could no longer support the weight of the flight, and the "Unsullied Angel" fell uncontrollably, being pulled down from the sky by the evil spirit.

——It should have been stained when he wrapped the evil spirit with his wings just now.

Yanluge realized.

(End of this chapter)