Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

He raised his head, which was now level with his arm, and looked at the scholar.

"I am the last line of defense, Morokui. If your hopes are dashed, I will crush them. Go ahead and do as you please."

The scholar bowed deeply once again.

"Now that the plan has been approved, I hope that every dragon priest will carry it out accordingly."

“You’re wasting your time, Morokui. We’re like the five fingers on a dragon’s claw. Once we get the order, we can crush a boulder.”

"I need you to return to your respective clans and reclaim your leadership positions. The dragon's kin need to return."

Moroki's gaze swept past the remaining three dragon priests and landed on the hunched figure.

“Brother Omhead, the exile of the ancient humans should end.”

The black dragon priest sighed, "Moroki, if you fail, I will make you pay the price for the mistake that gave you hope."

"I will do my best."

The dragon priests' gathering ended quickly.

Beside the portal, the red dragon priest slowed his pace, waiting for the white dragon priest Principes, who was used to being the last to leave.

"Sister, I have a question that I need your answer."

Princess looked at the rough man in front of her. Even as a dragon lich, he had not gained the slightest bit of refined literary temperament.

"Freheimer, don't waste my time, just ask what you need to ask."

“Omhead is condoning Morokoy. Even if he pretends well, he is actually on Morokoy’s side.”

Princess looked at her brother in surprise; he wasn't as dull-witted as she seemed. Of course, someone who could become a dragon priest couldn't possibly be a fool.

“...Omhide and Morokoy have many similarities.”

"I thought that the debt owed to the dragons was a common feeling among all dragon priests."

"Yes, but theirs is stronger."

"why?"

"We can't understand it."

"???"

It was rare for Freheimer to talk about anything other than blacksmithing, and Princess didn't want him to leave disappointed, so she brought up her own idea—the crazy idea buried deep in her heart.

"The white dragon and the green dragon used their own bodies to forge a cage to imprison the evil god, and the red dragon transformed himself into a furnace at the earth's core. So, why did the black dragon and the blue dragon die?"

"The black dragon nourished the ancient human race with its dragon blood, making their physical strength far surpass that of other races. The blue dragon used its skeleton to construct the nodes of the magic network, which became the source of magic power for the Wandering City."

"Then why did the leaders of these two tribes, Omhead and Morokui, choose to treat their tribes in the same way? One exiled his tribe, allowing savagery and degeneration to take control of his people. The other ignored the collapse of his kingdom, the transformation of his capital into a rootless city?"

"It's guilt."

"My dragon, what have my brothers done?"

“It’s very simple.” Principes’ words were like a cold wind extinguishing Freheimer’s flame.

"They not only kept the gods in their hearts."

"They even have the gods in their hands."

Chapter 303 Cramming Education

The Dean's words had a certain effect on Lyle's mind. When he returned to the Necromancer Figurine Company, the chilling feeling had not yet dissipated, and the goosebumps felt like they had settled on his back.

"Dean, did you already know my identity?"

The deeper the thoughts went, the more he hesitated. Lyle looked at the Lich Crown in his hand... The crown in Nia's hand had already easily changed hands after the Spiral Corridor ended.

Lyle looked at the poor thing, the crown, which was now in Nia's saliva.

"It doesn't look like a divine artifact at all." But Lyle still remembered that brief feeling, the instantaneous, rhythmic flow of magic within him when the crown came into his hands. It was more orderly than if he had interfered, like... a soldier seeing the monarch he had sworn allegiance to.

"My magic comes from the necromancy taught by Mr. Dragon, so it's no surprise that the Lich's Crown works."

But it was too little, like a few grains of millet that had spilled from a full barn; it wouldn't even satisfy a mouse.

Lyle pinched his chin, frowning as he looked at the Lich King's Crown, which was covered in saliva.

"We need to find a way to extract the power from it..."

Lyle snatched the collar back from the enraged puppy's mouth and placed it on his table.

Nia stood on one side, while Medusa stared at the other side, where Medusa crouched, forming a triangle.

"Andrei, the Lich King, we need your power."

Most things at Andre Academy are negotiable, perhaps because those unruly liches like to stuff soul power everywhere.

There was no response; the dazzling crown seemed like an ordinary object.

They've come up with their trump card.

"Actually, we can be friends, dear Crown. After all, we are both friends of the Holy Light..."

Holy light... a few flashes of light shone from the crown.

That's really despicable! Why are you chasing after the Holy Light when you're wearing the Lich's Crown? But this does make things easier for Lyle.

“To be honest, I am actually a purifier of the Holy Light, and Mr. Raymond is my senior.” Lyle showed off the Ring of Andre in his hand. The bright gold line on the ring was like the switch of a crown. With friction, the light of the crown began to intensify.

It's time to unleash the ultimate weapon.

"We're friends, and friends should help each other, right?"

“You help me complete the experiment, and I will take you to see Mr. Raymond, while keeping your body intact.”

With a thunderous roar, a burst of magical light emanated from the body, and Andrei's Lich Crown floated in the air, rising and falling as if nodding.

This crown is beyond saving.

So, when Lyle left the Necromancer Figurine Company again to work on experimental projects, Mr. Shining and the other members watched as their president wore a dazzling crown on his head. Even Nia's desperate efforts couldn't move it an inch. The dazzling light seemed to spread everywhere as if it were free, and there was a strange sense of submission that even the lich felt.

Oh, so the Plague Doctor has already obtained the Lich King's Crown.

The liches watching were amazed by Andre's impressive display of skill and dedication in adorning the crown. Perhaps Andre was about to achieve another remarkable experimental result.

I'm probably... maybe one of the first people in Andrei to tame the Lich King.

With these thoughts in mind, Lyle headed towards the location of the Blood Nest Tree.

Because Mr. Dragon had notified Mr. Crimson beforehand, the stream of blood appeared in Lyle's hive room almost simultaneously.

“Anle, Mr. Scarlet.”

“Peace and comfort, Mr. Plague Doctor.” Mr. Scarlet wrapped his body in a cloak made of blood, appearing elegant, but in reality, he was completely naked. He was an exhibitionist, even his true form was naked. However, even a madman possesses extraordinary knowledge.

“From the moment you attended my first class, I’ve been wondering when this day would come. Never get into a habit at Andre, because you can’t. You’ve proven that right once again.”

Mr. Scarlet snapped his fingers, and from the skeleton's support structure, countless fleshy tubes crawled and wriggled into the room, as numerous as coral reefs reaching out from the seabed.

"The Blood Nest will pass on the knowledge of flesh and blood to you. This is an ability that you would never understand even after graduation, so even dragons only have a superficial understanding of it." Mr. Crimson turned into blood and disappeared from the room, but his voice still echoed in the room. "Spirit and flesh inheritance is not such a simple thing. Fortunately, I am a qualified teacher, so I have prepared everything."

“I submitted an application to the Tower of Souls, and their response was faster than I expected.”

"The transmission of flesh and blood leads to the soul, while an excess of knowledge can tear the soul apart, which could drive you insane or worse."

"Therefore, some assistance is necessary, such as some help, a teacher, or a protector."

Something was thrown in front of Lyle, and even the radiance of the Lich's Crown could not obscure it.

A red pillow?

And the things inside.

The perfectly round soul stone reflects the face of a child.

Troy.

"Long time no see, my student! It still makes me happy to see you again after you missed so many soul séance classes."

It was the mysterious Soul Stone of the Soul Tower. Troy, also the private mentor of the Necromancer's Figurine Club, still vividly remembered the first lesson from him. Hopefully, his long absences wouldn't lead Troy to lock himself in his dark room of fear.

"Teacher Troy..."

"Now, let's get on with what we need to do!"

Grayish-white mist drifted from the Soul Stone, staining Mr. Crimson's blood-red room with a layer of color, like adding a filter to the surrounding environment—a filter that was constantly expanding.

Before Lyle could react, when the color touched him, he was already floating up like Nia Medusa.

Spiritualization always brings people a novel feeling.

"Abandon your mortal flesh and blood, and devote yourself wholeheartedly to the knowledge to come. Epidemic Doctor."

Troy created a room called the Soul Tower inside the Blood Nest Tree, essentially bringing the Soul Tower over there.

Even after becoming a zero entity, Troy still retains the form of that Soul Stone.

“Don’t worry about the tearing of your soul. They and I will ensure the integrity of your soul. Hmm… this process will be very painful.” Troy looked at Nia and Medusa, who were floating in the air.

"You can think of it as the pain of rote learning."

Mr. Scarlet stood outside the strangely colored space, smiling and waving at Lyle who was floating in the space.

Those active flesh and blood vessels poured into this space, gradually transforming into needle-sized forms within the soul space. Slowly, they implanted knowledge into Lyle's body.

A roar, accompanied by a soul-piercing shriek, began to affect the Blood Nest Tree, though it was as slight as a gentle breeze.

The magical chains of the Lich's Crown were tightly bound to Lyle's body, binding his spirit and flesh together.

Chapter 304 That thing

His body was still in a state of overflowing soul energy, his brain was stinging with needle-like pain, and his fingers twitched as if he were being electrocuted. Even so, in the blood-splattered beehive room, Lyle was still focused on manipulating Nia to create flesh and blood.

An ominous dark gray dust settled on Lyle's head from the Lich's Crown. It was a spell cast, the Mind of the Dead, granting him the ability to reject all negative status effects.

Mr. Scarlet was roaming not far behind, offering a series of suggestions to the flesh-and-blood creation in Nia's hand at the very center.