Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Ignoring Shiny's cries, Lyle lifted his body up.

"Nia".

Surging tentacles spread out behind Lyle, weaving through the pile of bones and piecing together the liches.

Because of their superb knowledge of necromancy, there were no gaps between the skeletons. At least after being re-equipped with flesh and blood disguises, these liches punished by Raymond were not shortchanged.

Lyle presented his ideas to the lich Andrei.

“I need to set up a necromancy ritual array, a ritual array large enough to cover the entire process. I need your help to save this city.” Lyle paused for a moment, a slight smile appearing on his lips as he faced the lazy lich. “You may think this is a thankless task. But you are wrong! Let me tell you the true purpose of the ritual I’m setting up.”

"Through the entire blood and bone shaping ritual, I will reshape their flesh and blood. But that's not the point. The point is that while I'm reshaping their flesh and blood, I will also obtain the life data of various races in the Wandering City."

The liches looked puzzled.

Do you know what this means?!

"Who wants to be a muscleman from the Demon race!"

"Okay, you can be one!"

"Who wants to be a dwarf with a big beard!"

"Great! You can do it too!"

"As long as I possess the flesh and blood data of the Wandering City, we Andrei Liches can disguise ourselves as any race!"

Want to be a sweet and beautiful elf? Or a mature and alluring succubus? Or a tree spirit? You can be it! You can dream it! Role-playing is not just a dream!

A lich excitedly raised his hand, "Can I become a tauren warrior and steal a man from a girl in love?!"

"..." Lyle felt nauseous, and the ominous sign that had been so hard to fuse with was about to burst out of his body.

Lyle held back.

"You can! As long as you set up the magic circle for me, you'll have priority in role-playing!"

Lyle called Shiny over and quietly pointed at the lich with his hand raised, whispering something to him.

"Remember that guy who just raised his hand?"

"Got it, boss."

“After he transforms, he’ll forge identity documents for other races and then be stripped of his lich status. I don’t want to see him in Andrei again.”

"I will communicate with the literary society's legal team."

Lyle settled everything, and the Andrei liches all enthusiastically obeyed the Necromancer's instructions and began drawing the ritual circle.

Lyle lumped together shiny, manipulative, and adaptable.

"The template for the ritual will follow the 'Gundam' forging ritual we envisioned before, drawn with flesh and blood, and inscribed with bones. The outermost area will be connected to the flesh and blood ritual array for 'absorption,' 'amplification,' and 'distortion.' There's no need to consider energy balance or the carrier's ability to withstand it."

The manipulation raised questions.

"However, the 'Gundam' forging ceremony is still just a concept we have, and we haven't even conducted a single experiment. Not to mention those additional magic arrays, Plague Doctor, this ceremony is almost impossible to succeed."

"Believe me, I can do it."

Faced with those dark, bright eyes, the three members of the Necromancer Figure Club chose to trust them.

"By the way, this experiment will also be renamed."

"Is it no longer called the 'Unit-01' project?"

"Yes, the goal is different. This time, I'll make a record of it."

"Flesh and blood descend to the divine."

The riotous lich, now scattered and disorganized, has infiltrated the entire city.

Lyle turned around and exchanged a glance with the scholar who was teaching William how to construct a spacetime model. Lyle smiled and nodded, then walked straight toward the Emerald Tree, where the Green Dragon Priest was sleeping peacefully on a leaf, and the orb in her hand sealed away all the madness of the city.

Repairing the spirit of the Wandering City is also one of Lyle's tasks.

Lyle reached out and touched the jewel that pulsated like a dark heart.

Immerse yourself in the green dragon's dream.

Irason's dreamland.

Lyle had been there once; it was a place where dreams and the bizarre coexisted.

This time, however, the dream was no longer in the style of the Green Dragon Priest.

The azure sky is filtered through the gaps in the towering green trees, and flowers and tender buds surround the clear stream. Moss covers the ancient stone buildings, and a raw, earthy smell is mixed with the sweet fragrance of flowers.

A robust green dragon lay prone in the shade, close to the towering, emerald-green tree. Her dragon claws gripped a clump of murky malice, the broken filth polluting the stream and flowing deeper into the twisted, thick tree roots.

“You’ve come, little Lyle.”

The green dragon let out a weary sound, and the green dragon priest's voice in dragon form was even deeper.

Irason's gaze lingered on Lyle, with a meaningful look in it.

"Maybe we should just forget about it, Lyle. These crazy souls are none of your concern."

Lyle smiled.

He naturally understood what the Green Dragon Priest was worried about.

His reflection was mirrored on the water, and behind him, a huge black shadow was connected to Lyle's limbs. In the shadow, only the eerie crescent-shaped smile on his face was clearly visible.

"So what do you plan to do, Irason?"

Lyle walked slowly forward, and with each step he took, it was as if the giant he was pulling would follow closely behind.

"The ancient tree of dreams has the ability to cleanse the soul. As long as I seal these mad spirits in the roots of the tree, one day, the sleeping city of wandering will awaken."

"So, how far in the future is that day?"

"...several hundred years later."

Lyle, with the expected smile, gazed at the enormous ancient dream tree. Its ancient aura was even older than the dragon priest himself; Lyle could sense the powerful force lurking beneath the tree.

“You know, Irason, we can’t wait hundreds of years.”

"Alright, alright, I'll entrust these insane consciousnesses to you. Hurry up and take them out to save the City of Hesitation."

Irason changed his tune, taking out the chaotic mass of malice and gesturing for Lyle to take it away quickly, while the green dragon's gaze secretly shifted to the ancient tree.

That ancient tree is more important than the malice of the city of wandering.

Lyle had intended to leave, but then he heard a voice.

【My children, come, come, embrace your Heavenly Father.】

The foul voice corrupted Lyle's mind, and the ominous sign revealed a sinister smile.

Ignoring Irason's urging, Lyle strode forward, the Ominous Giant heading toward the Dream Tree.

"Stop! It's sealed there!!!"

The entire dreamland suddenly descended into madness, with tremors and corruption. Twisted branches transformed into tentacles, coiling around the green dragon, whose priest stared wide-eyed.

"This is Triton's... power!!!"

Beneath the roots of the ancient tree in the dreamscape, twisted tendrils stretched outwards, like sea anemones swaying in the air, tempting his target.

The obscure ballads of the old gods resounded, and the frenzied mind finally succumbed to madness.

Come here! Come here!! Embrace me!!! Save me!!! I will be with you!!!

Beneath the ancient tree in the dreamscape lies the spirit of the ancient god Triton. Irason, the one who sealed it, never imagined that the god's remains would retain such power until now.

"No! Lyle!! Don't open it!!!"

The crisis in the City of Wanderings has not yet subsided, but is the seal of the Old Gods about to be broken?

Under the despairing gaze of the Green Dragon Priest, Lyle approached the Dream Tree, immersing himself in the soothing touch of its tentacles.

The ominous giant smiled and plucked a branch from the ancient tree.

[Yes! My offspring, destroy it, devour it, release me, save me!]

The ominous giant raised the branch high and used the broken tip to forcefully shove it into the hole in the tree root.

A deafening, agonizing scream erupted as the tentacles of the Old Gods writhed wildly. The corrupted world collapsed, returning to its original state. The ominous giant let out a hysterical laugh, swallowing the dream branch stained with the blood of the Old Gods.

The mocked Old God roared in anger.

How dare you disobey your Lord! I am God!!!

The ominous giant, with a half-eaten twig in its mouth, reached out and knocked on the trunk of the ancient dream tree, as if it were knocking on the prison door of an old god.

“You can be a prisoner, you can be my food, you can be a loser. But you will not be a god.”

"Stay in your dog hole and watch the world as I wish."

Lyle's body disappeared into the shadows, and the Ominous Giant made his final pronouncement.

“I am the god who distorts everything, I am the one who brings the end.”

Chapter 441 The Power of the King: Saving the Master with Flesh and Blood

In the City of Wandering, the Andrei liches diligently tend their gardens like busy bees. Thanks to Andrei's nationwide education and the emotional vacuum created by death, most liches have a history of numbing themselves through study and research.

Even if they aren't as skilled in necromancy as the Necromancers, inscribing runes in the correct positions according to instructions is still a piece of cake for liches.

Despite encountering some minor troubles along the way, the lich overcame them thanks to its inherent nature.

"There is a serious shortage of materials for the ceremony."

The flesh and blood pigments required for the ritual cannot be used because the twisted flesh and blood creations themselves are part of the life transformation process—that is, the objects of the ritual. Liches can only use excess pieces of flesh transformed from other substances due to the plague, leading to a shortage of ritual materials.

When a lich uttered such a complaint, his companion glared at him as if he were an idiot.

"Aren't you just the material?"

After saying that, his companion tore off a piece of flesh from the lich's flesh disguise and used it to fill the gap in the magic circle.

The lich, his face streaked with blood, was stunned. When he came to his senses, his head was already covered by a glass dome by his companion.

"Save it, your blood is also an important ingredient, don't waste it."