Volume 1 Chapter 255: Secret Art of the Dead: You Can't Die If I Don't Let You Die
The army of the City of Grace pushed forward across the territory of the Kingdom of Harrison as if they were in an empty space.
Even before the army of the City of Grace arrived at the capital of the Kingdom of Harrison, the city lord had already opened the gates and surrendered.
They had already obtained all the intelligence about the City of Grace army, so they had no intention of resisting at all.
Has anyone on the mainland ever seen soldiers of extraordinary level?
And in the City of Grace, there are more than three thousand!
Even the dwarves and goblins who have acquired ancient skills possess powers comparable to those of the supernatural!
As for those foreign races who have not been favored by Lin Qi, they are much inferior.
But while conquering cities and territories, they also grew a lot.
Of course, there were casualties.
When fighting against a city, a legion of magic from a mage legion caused the army of the City of Grace to lose hundreds of demi-humans and even a Cyclops to die.
This was also the only casualty suffered by the army of the City of Grace.
When the army approached the city of Harrison, the city gates were wide open.
It can be seen that the top of the city wall is full of civilians, without a single soldier.
These civilians were looking at their new master with some trepidation in their hearts. However, they were not overly panicked. The "three no-killing" principle announced by Lynch on the battlefield at the beginning gave them some peace of mind.
Although the king has changed, at least he is still alive. The only thing he is afraid of is whether the new monarch will collect high taxes.
As for those soldiers?
After their chief and lord were killed by the Borg, they had already disbanded spontaneously and returned home to farm.
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"I have been seriously injured both physically and mentally! I am a king, and I am also a fool, a bigger fool than the second fool! Why do you sit on the throne and let me beat your legs?!!"
The big fool glared at Lynch fiercely.
But he knelt beside Lynch's legs, not daring to slow down the movements of his hands, and massaged the legs of Lynch who was sitting on the throne.
"Don't be so irritable, kid. Look how good I am to you. In fact, I have been training you all along, trying every way to make you a qualified king." Lin Qi drank a glass of drink: "You should be grateful, understand?"
As he spoke, Lin Qi saw the indignation on Dasha's face and put on a fierce expression: "Say you know, or I'll make you change your name with Ersha!"
Dasha was suddenly startled.
There is nothing more terrifying than this.
He quickly said, "I know!"
While Lynch was still lecturing Dasha on the principles of life, Paul, wearing golden armor and stepping on the undried blood on the ground, walked towards the palace, knelt on one knee to Lynch, and said loudly: "Sir, Grand Duke Sam and Grand Duke Wheeler have ordered all the troops of the Kingdom of Klei to advance towards the Kingdom of Harrison. The city of Harrison is completely under our control!"
"In this battle, our army had a total of 74,368 Asians, 360 of whom were killed and injured..."
Lynch raised an eyebrow.
Is someone dead?
That's not good.
The death of an employee has a huge impact on the enthusiasm of the organization and will reduce work efficiency.
"Bring the dead over here." Lynch smiled.
After a while, the bodies of more than 300 Asians were brought into the palace, some of which were more or less mutilated.
Immediately afterwards, Lynch asked everyone in the palace to leave.
He wanted to combine the mysterious art of death he got from Ersha with his own modifications to try out new magic.
Lynch drew a large black magic circle on the ground, exuding the breath of death.
"The most that light magic can do to heal the body is to preserve the soul during the last moments of death, and then to resurrect it within a short period of time after death through magical healing." Lynch murmured, "But death can sometimes bring hope of life."
"Secret Art of the Dead: You can't die unless I let you die!"
With Lynch's cold snort, the magical energy surged like a tide, surging in all directions. Lynch's robe was rolled up by the energy fluctuations. His eyes were sharp, and the black magic elves swept over him, making him feel like he was in the center of a tornado.
The corpses on the ground were also swept into the air.
Immediately afterwards, cracks appeared on the ground, and the illusory souls of the demihumans emerged from the cracks, looking at their current state in confusion.
The flesh and blood were falling off their bodies, and they had become nothing but skeletons!
"What are you standing there for? Go back to your previous bodies."
Lynch glared at them, and the souls of these subhumans rushed uncontrollably towards the skeleton.
Soon, the fire of the soul ignited inside the skull.
Feeling excited, Lynch once again conducted a new magic experiment.
He began to integrate various magical spirits and fighting spirits into these skeletons.
Because he discovered that these little cuties who didn't have any flesh on their bodies had no racial limits at all, and their growth could only be achieved by strengthening their souls and increasing their physical strength.
To improve his physical strength, Lynch has no materials but magic.
Wind, thunder, water...all kinds of magic were cast by Lynch on these sub-human skeletons. Even light magic was successfully experimented with by Lynch!
In this world, the first skeleton capable of using light magic was born!
Their strength also soared rapidly, and eventually they all reached level 380.
If Lynch hadn't consumed too much magic power and felt that he had lost one percent of his mana, he would probably have increased the power level of these skeletons even more.
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The entrance of the palace was already filled with powerful men from the Land of God's Grace!
They had no idea why Lynch was building a car behind closed doors, but they all guarded around the palace.
But then, something they didn't expect happened.
They had never seen such a terrifying magical storm again.
From all directions, all the magic elves were pouring towards the palace.
This is tantamount to a magical tide, a force that lasts for a long time and may even cause the entire world to lose magic, or make the world's magical elves more powerful!
The key is to see how users use it.
"It was done by the gentleman..." Marcus opened his mouth wide: "Is he the God of Creation..."
Magic tides, that was something that only existed in novels. Marcus had never thought that he would be able to see such a scene.
"Ah~ So many magic elves are rushing towards me, I'm about to reach orgasm!" Penny stood at the palace door, sitting on the ground in the tide of magic, with her arms and legs spread out, her face flushed.
"What is his plan to cause a magical tide? It is simply unfathomable. His wisdom is really admirable. I'm afraid he is plotting against all gods." Borg shook his head and sighed.
"I...what did I see? It's amazing. I saw this scene. If I take it home and brag about it, I will be very proud!" Borg's face was full of excitement.
"Oh, Sir is the real god of magic. It's great to be able to follow him." Uncle Morton moved away from the other three and got closer to Marcus: "How did the magic tide appear? Doesn't Sir know what he is doing?"
"No. Mr. Morton is a wise man and would not do such a nonsensical thing." Marcus shook his head solemnly: "I'm afraid that Mr. Morton has a big plan, just as Borg said!"
As he spoke, Marcus glanced at the 'Foursome Expressions' and felt that among these guys, only Borg had a normal IQ.
"I am stupid." Uncle Morton sighed, "That's right, you are such a wise man, you must be playing a big game."
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What Lynch and the others didn’t know was that a magic tide appeared, and heaven and hell panicked instantly!