Chapter 1741 Dying Towards Life and Living Towards Death Are the Legends of the Undead

“I didn’t mean to offend you!!!”

Archmage Heins shouted at the top of his lungs. Not only shouting, he also tried his best to mobilize his strength. The bone-white robe opened, and the nineteen ghosts on the robe whined, and their heads poked out from the dark black robe:

Hold on!

Hold on, ah, ah, ah!

Give me a moment, give me a word! Just one sentence! Allow me to defend myself! Allow me to defend myself! ! !

He thought that he had tried his best, and he thought that he had used his greatest strength, and his voice was broken by shouting.

However, under the golden light, he only heard the sound of blood rushing in his ears, the sound of his vocal cords beating, opening and closing, almost tearing, and the sound of air blowing out of his nose and throat.

Apart from that, he didn't hear his own shouts, nor the shrill screams of the ghosts on the bone robe - as soon as the golden light fell, they retracted one by one, or in other words, were pressed back into the bone robe. among.

Bursts of black smoke came out of the deep black robe, and the ghost screamed heartbreakingly, obviously being severely injured in the sun. But the screams only echoed in the meditation world of Archmage Heins and could not be transmitted at all.

not good!

That does not work!

I need to get my voice out! I have to let the sun god know! I have to make it clear, it’s not that I want to claim the virgin of the sun, it’s not that I want to offend the gods!

"It's not me! This is not my idea! I'm just conveying it! Conveying it! Great Sun God, I have no intention of offending-"

Archmage Heins shouted at the top of his lungs. While shouting, he tried his best to spread his mental power, and used the vibration of his mental power to express the same meaning:

Under the light of the sun, you may not be able to shout loudly, but your spiritual power will definitely convey it! Since the Sun God is a god, his sense of spiritual power must be much more sensitive than that of humans!

However, spreading spiritual power is not that easy. Especially for high-level mages of the necromancy system, under the light of the sun, their mental power almost feels like walking naked into the flames——

pain!

It hurts so much!

The pain spreads from inch to inch, and the pain spreads from foot to foot. What's even more frightening is that the mental power that I have worked so hard to temper, under the light of the sun, is almost like black snow under the scorching sun. As soon as it is revealed, it melts away!

But you have to shout! If you can't shout, you will be killed!

While Archmage Heins was cursing in his mind, "Langel mistook me" and "Langel, this idiot, you should ask it yourself", he was shaking his mental power and shouting at the top of his lungs.

Scream by yourself, and let the ghosts and undead creatures help you shout. Don't consider things that will kill you in the sun or lose your precious ghosts!

Survive first! ! !

However, even with all their efforts, the gap between demigods and high-level mages is still as big as a chasm, making people fall into despair involuntarily.

The mental power pushed out an inch, and was pushed back. Then pushed out another inch, and was pushed back again. Every time he was pressed back, part of his mental energy was burned away, and his head hurt as if it were being driven by a hundred thousand steel nails——

It's still burning red!

From the sun disk, the golden sun light surged out, covering him and illuminating the entire hall.

In the peripheral vision of Archmage Haines, he saw the king of the Kingdom of the Sun and the waiters serving in the hall, all kneeling on the ground with their foreheads pressed against the ground. Obviously, no one can speak for him, no one can help him...

You can only rely on yourself!

However, you can’t rely too much on yourself. Endless light and heat descended on the hall and on him. It's as vast as a mountain, like a sea, like a sword.

Gradually, the ghost melted, and the bone robe went from smoking to burning, and was finally torn off by Archmage Heins and thrown away. Under the white bone robe, two or three defensive magic weapons tried their best to support it, but they could not stop the bright golden light from penetrating through the clothes and shining on the body——

pain!

Every inch of skin hurts!

The exposed skin has begun to turn red, black, and blistered; the skin covered under the clothes has also begun to tremble violently, causing more pain.

Many necromancers will become more and more undead during the advancement process, and their bodies will be saturated with the aura of death.

This is especially true for Archmage Heins, who is halfway to the legendary realm. The elementalization of his body is almost the process of death. He only has one last step and the last leap before he can transform into a lich like the Immortal.

However, such elementalization and immersion made him feel extremely uncomfortable in front of the divine light of the sun god Viracocha! The sun's rays are the most powerful, the most powerful, and the most restrained to the breath of death:

Not only is it restrained, but it is also counteracting and burning!

Archmage Heins was miserable. Not only his mental strength, but also his physical body was crumbling like a snowman under the scorching sun, feeling like it was about to melt!

No more...

It really doesn’t work anymore…

I have to save myself, I must save myself! If I am not a half-step legend...if I am a legend...if I become a legend, then, under the light of the sun, I should be able to hold on for one more moment!

Moreover, legends and non-legends are different, even in the eyes of gods... Legends are immortals and immortals, and gods will take a high look at them. Those who fail to reach the level of legend in one day will be regarded as ants in the eyes of the gods!

But……

How to advance to Legend, how to ascend to Legend...

Archmage Hines slowly closed his eyes. Lift your head, open your arms, and fully expose yourself to the light of the sun.

From the top of the head to the soles of the feet, from the surface of the skin to the depths of the internal organs, every inch, every minute, is being burned by the sun. The breath of death inside the body is entangled and fighting with the sunlight, constantly retreating and disappearing into nothing.

After so many years, so much hard work, step by step, from mage apprentice to half-step legend, all the accumulated strength is melting away like boiling water and snow. Archmage Heins didn't care, he just concentrated on it wholeheartedly:

If the skin is hurting, then the pain is gone. If the muscles and bones are moaning, then moaning is good. If the mental power is screaming, then the pain is gone...

With this leap, we must do our best to cross the legendary barrier!

In fact, he has accumulated enough. That's enough. The mental power has been accumulated to the limit. If there is any more, the meditation world cannot hold it;

Elementalization, the impregnation of the breath of death has reached the extreme. If it is a little more, if there is no qualitative change, it will die directly;

In the study and research of magic, all that can be learned has been learned, and those that can be studied, except for those that have no clue yet, have been thoroughly studied. So far, he is only one step away:

Gather all the spirit, unify all the strength of the body, and take that step towards the other side of life and death!

He just didn't dare.

I have never dared.

If he doesn't step out, he will be a 19th-level archmage, a half-legend, standing at the highest level below the legend in this world. With his life span, although he will not live forever, it is not difficult to enjoy it for another fifty or one hundred years.

Step out and either become a legend, or become an ignorant undead creature, or simply the breath of death rushes back and becomes a corpse...

Being buried in a grave, or becoming a skeleton, corpse witch, or other tool-like existence controlled by colleagues and juniors.

And the likelihood of success…

Likelihood of success…

From the beginning of Archmage Haines to today, he has seen not ten but five necromancers who failed to challenge the legend. Even, the dark gold skeleton in his hand was inherited from his fellow disciple——

This is "inheritance" in the true sense. The body after the failed attack on the Legend is left behind for the juniors to use as waste...

But now, there is no room for hesitation. If you rush, you will die, if you don't rush, you will die. Give it a try, and if it succeeds, you might still have a chance to survive.

Archmage Haines' heart gradually calmed down. The golden light covering his body, the physical pain, the pressure of the gods, everything was regarded as nothing by him.

He no longer even tried to speak out, no longer tried to convey his innocence to the Sun God, but focused on remembering the experience of impacting the legend in the sect——

"Don't be afraid of death. If you are afraid of death, you will die."

“You have to accept death in order to live.”

"Think carefully about why you want to live. Think about why you want to live and why you seek eternal life - even if it is immortality."

"Open your arms and fall towards the river of death. If you accept it, it will embrace you and hold you calmly; if you don't accept it, if you struggle desperately, it will drown you and swallow you..."

"Don't come back, don't come back, don't come back..."

"Don't forcefully awaken the dead...even if it's your closest relative, your most beloved, even if it's yourself..."

"Don't try to cross the river of two deaths... In this world, you can only keep moving forward..."

Archmage Hines didn't understand. He had never quite understood before: when a person dies, he is dead, and when a person dies, there is nothing.

Why accept death first? After death, what else awaits him?

However, the sun shrouded and the golden flame burned. The skin carbonized, the muscles contracted, and the bones creaked and cracked. Maybe he is going to die soon, maybe he is already dead - what will the world be like after death...

Just like His Excellency the Immortal... what kind of power supports him to stay in this world?

Golden light penetrates the body. Archmage Heins felt that he had become transparent and was about to disappear from this world - but at this moment, the endless world unfolded in front of him:

Death is another way of living.

Death is part of this world.

Only those who want to stay in this world - not for hatred, not for fear, not for greed - but to accept their own death calmly, but still want to stay in this world - can stay!

Those who fear death cannot become legends of the dead; those who hate the living cannot become legends of the dead. Only those who purely want to explore the mysteries of the world and walk firmly on this path can cross the river of death!

Die to life, live to death. Only knowledge and the mysteries of the world can support an immortal and stay in this world for a long time——

In an instant, black flames burned everywhere. Burning through his skin, burning through his muscles, burning through his bones. When the black flames dissipated, a skeleton as black and shiny as black jade, with golden light scattered all over it like golden sand, slowly raised its head.

The upper and lower teeth of the skull clicked and clicked, making a dry and crisp sound. Amidst the knocking sound, even more stable mental power fluctuations came out:

"Great Sun God Viracocha, I have no intention of offending you, I am just conveying a request to my colleagues——"