People are on the Ark, assisting Oma Zi-O

Should I delete it? But I can’t bear to do it.

Fang Zhou fell into inexplicable distress.

"what?"

However, after briefly introducing Amiya to Tokiwa Sougo, the other party's response to Fang Zhou was still a confused "Huh?"

Just when Ark and the little devil were both in a state of confusion, in the central and northern part of the Terra continent, in Letania.

This country, which has revered magic and art since ancient times, has a very high penetration rate of Originium skills, and the Originium skills here are often combined with music, making the music art of Leitania unprecedentedly prosperous, and also making Leitania quite tolerant of the infected.

However, at this time, a group of uninvited guests arrived in this country full of artistic atmosphere.

"Is this the hiding place of that old Fremont?"

"Yes, I can feel him in there now."

"It's a favor to him to let us come here together."

"It's a pity that he's about to lose face."

Chapter 63: Alien Zi-O

"Ah."

In the not-so-bright tower, Flemont fiddled with his research instruments, dipped his quill pen in the ink bottle, and wrote his conclusions on the parchment.

"Well, really, this is another less than ideal result."

Obviously, the old lich was not very satisfied with the result of his experiment. Putting down the paper and pen, he turned his head and saw something that his disciple Ermengarde had sent him not long ago.

It was a letter. Although the wax seal had not even been opened, staring at the conspicuous logo of the Kazdel Military Council on the wax, even without reading the content, Frémont could imagine how sincerely the little guy named Tracys told him how much the Sarkaz needed the power of the lich now.

"It's a shame, knowledge has no stance. But after all, I'm also a Sarkaz. Well, I'll take Ermengarde's time to go there sometime. Anyway, it's just a matter of showing an attitude."

Frémont didn't care at all about what Tracy wrote in the letter.

In his thousand-year life, he had read countless letters like this one, which were recruiting people in the name of the Sarkaz cause, and he had long been tired of it.

That bunch of rough guys didn't know how to think of new lines of speech. They just kept repeating the same old clichés over and over again.

You are not tired of talking about it, but we are tired of hearing it.

Flemont nonchalantly pushed the letter aside and sat in a chair smoking his old pipe, with smoke rings spitting out by the old lich.

Stroking his beard, he thought about the two queens in the tower.

Now on the land of Lethania, the unstable factors belonging to the Witch King have begun to ferment again. That guy Herhunzoren really can't let people rest in peace even after his death.

But it is understandable. After all, it has been less than twenty years since the Witch King was overthrown. For the tribes of Terra, twenty years is not a long time, and it is not enough for some horrific memories or powerful authority to completely disappear.

Well, forget it. Let those two kids worry about these things. As an old guy, I'd better not worry about them.

Ok?

Suddenly, Flemont sat up from his chair and looked out the door with a frown.

Just now, he felt the presence of a familiar aura, which made him feel uneasy.

No, that's ridiculous. When was the last time he felt this uneasy?

Even when facing Herhunzollon, he never did so.

But precisely because he had never been like this even when facing Herhunzollon, this sudden flash of uneasiness made Fremont feel surprised and cautious.

"Lessing!"

Frowning, Flemont began to call out to another disciple he had taken in outside the door. However, this disciple was quite stupid and stubborn, which made Flemont very angry with him. Now he only taught him some swordsmanship and let him serve as his bodyguard.

However, Lessing, who usually would open the door and answer when he called, had not responded to Fremont's call for seven breaths.

problem occurs.

Frémont made this judgment immediately, and then immediately stood up and picked up his staff. However, the moment he picked up the staff, a strong smell of blood suddenly filled the tower.

"Merde, blood demon!"

A long-lost curse word burst out. Just as Fremont raised his staff, a gray-black magic bullet broke through the door and directly shattered his staff.

Frémont immediately took out a spare staff from his waist, but suddenly found that several gel-like spell units had appeared in the air in his room and were locking onto him.

When Fremont saw those spell units, he almost instantly recognized who they belonged to, and for a moment he felt at ease.

At this time, the smoke and dust raised by the broken door gradually settled on the ground. Although it was still a little hazy, it no longer blocked people's vision.

On the other side, Flemont saw the iconic horns and the refined pink short hair almost instantly.

And that same resolute expression made him recall the time hundreds of years ago.

"What an unexpected meeting, Tracy."

There was no smile on Frémont's face. After all, when he saw Tracys, he also saw the man behind him with long white hair, a confused look on his face, and his every move was like that of a Terran noble.

The Blood Demon Lord, Dukare.

When he thought about how he called out to Lessing, but the disciple who always arrived first did not respond to his call, Fremont's heart sank even more.

With such a rude way of meeting, coupled with the Blood Demon Lord, he could almost imagine that Lessing must be in great danger at this moment.

However, what surprised him even more was the figure shrouded in a decaying aura and the petite green-haired woman following behind the decaying figure.

"The Chairman of the Kazdel Military Council, Lord Blood Demon of the Bloody Court, Lord Carrion Eater of the Decaying Court, and the Transformers of the Transformer Court—this truly is a gathering of the best and brightest. This large group truly leaves me, an old man, flattered by the presence of such a large group."

There was a hint of playfulness in his tone, but Flemont had already prepared his spell, ready to use the lich's unique spatial source stone skills to teleport away from this place at any time.

Although his current seniority is that he is the oldest among those present except for the shapeshifter, this does not mean that his strength is the best among those present.

What's more, he was besieged by three lords of the royal court, and the one being besieged was just an individual. Apart from the conquest of the giant beast Ursula at that time, Frémont really couldn't think of anyone who could have the same honor as himself.

Of course, he would rather not have this honor.

"Lich Lord, you know what I am here for."

Tracy looked at the lich coldly, but his eyes were involuntarily fixed on the letter that Fremont had thrown to the corner of the table like garbage.

"It seems we already know your answer."

Following Tracy's gaze, Frémont also saw the letter and then smiled slightly reluctantly.

"So you young people are just so impatient. I'm old, my brain is a little muddy, and my reactions are a little slow. How can you not wait for such a short time?"

However, the only response he got was Tracys slowly taking out an alien driving watch head. Behind him, the Blood Demon Lord, the Scavenger King and the Shapeshifter together took out alien driving watches with hideous monster images engraved on them.

what is that?

Frémont didn't recognize what it was, but he instinctively sensed that it contained a very dangerous power.

It was a more mysterious power than the spatial power controlled by the lich. He had felt this power before, but where?

"You simply cannot understand the urgency of the current situation. Time is running out for the Sarkaz. Since the Lich King is unwilling to contribute their power to the Sarkaz, we have no choice but to take it ourselves."

"Zi-O!"

As Tracys activated the alien driving watch, the Blood Demon Lord and others behind him also activated the power that embodied the history of their own race.

"Vampire!"

"Ghoul!"

"Damazti!" (Shaper)

For a moment, in Fremont's shocked eyes, he saw four hideous monsters appear in front of him, his lips trembling and he couldn't even organize his words for a while.

Although there was no record in his mind of the monsters that Tracys turned into, the Blood Demon Lord, the Scavenger King and the Shapeshifter were undoubtedly recorded in the Lich Knowledge Treasury. They were the original forms of the Sarkaz, no, the Tikaz, long ago.

Even some young liches nowadays do not know that knowledge, but as the Lord of the Lich King's Court, he has the power to access the deepest secrets in the treasure trove of lich knowledge.

That was our original form before the Originium assimilated us.

It seemed that because of the fluctuations when the four monsters appeared, some things behind them were no longer covered. The familiar horns reflected in Fremont's eyes, causing the old man's pupils to shrink for a moment.

"Lessing."

Although the body had shriveled, Flemont recognized without a doubt that it was his disciple, and this method...

"I see. You never wanted me to join you from the beginning."

Fremont saw through the little thoughts of the guys in front of him, perhaps the most important one was the thoughts of Tracys.

Killing my disciple before the negotiation, how can this be the attitude to invite people to join?

But Tracys did not respond to Flemont. He just raised his hand towards the old lich. Danger swept through Flemont's perception at that moment.

He immediately activated his spell. However, at the moment before the spell was activated, he couldn't help but glance at the corpse behind the Blood Demon Lord.

The next moment, he changed the target location of his spell.

Although it was dangerous, Frémont's thousand years of experience had given him too much knowledge to just sit around and also made him a bit arrogant. He was confident that he could teleport twice in a short period of time before the other party could react.

However, he did not see the flash of Tracy's pale eyes under the pink eyepieces at that moment.

Turning quickly, the alien Zi-O retreated in an instant and stretched his arms behind the empty Blood Demon Lord.

And in the next moment, Frémont's figure appeared there, next to the body of his disciple, but he instantly widened his eyes, looking at the hideous arm that pierced his abdominal cavity in disbelief.

No, it's not so much that it penetrated his abdominal cavity, but rather that he appeared just above his arm, causing his arm to be squeezed into his body.

Tracy slowly put his head close to Frémont's ear, and at the same time pressed a blank driving dial on Frémont's chest.

"I felt your spine."

boom---!

The sky above Trial Mereen was suddenly covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, howling winds, and the sudden downpour made the Leitanians on the street complain, and then they quickly hid in their houses to avoid the rain.

The torrential rain seemed endless.

It seemed as if the heavens were weeping for the passing of a Sarkaz king.

The sound of raindrops falling to the ground is the sound of the hour hand turning.

"Lich."

Chapter 64: Ruthless Authority

The heavy rain continued to pour. Inside the tower, Tracys looked at Fremont who was lying in a pool of blood without any emotion in his eyes.

"Hey? He's dead? Didn't they say that as long as they don't destroy the lich's life knot, they won't die?"

The shapeshifter extended its tentacles and touched Fremont's body on the ground. Looking at the lich who had obviously lost all signs of life, the novel experience filled their hearts, which made them feel waves of joy.

For thousands of years, they have seen the lich perform various magical operations that resulted in the destruction of life knots and the death of the body.

But I have never seen a lich die from a direct shot through the abdominal cavity, which obviously does not conform to the characteristics of the lich race.

"Zi-O's power is a manifestation of time. While a lich can conceal his life knot in the Warp, granting him immortality in the real world, Zi-O's ultimate move can erase an individual from the timeline. Simply put, with that punch, I deleted Frémont from this point in time. Whether his life knot is destroyed or not is irrelevant. Unless someone possesses the same power of time and history to protect him, no one can withstand this blow."

Tracy's explanation made the other three alien Sarkaz present pause.

Unless there is also the power of time and history to protect them... They subconsciously glanced at their alien bodies at this moment. The so-called protection of the power of time and history refers to the power to control the watch?

And Tracy's tone seemed a little high, as if he was very satisfied with the performance of the three lords of the royal court.

"So, do you understand the preciousness and terror of this power now? This is the most powerful force on the Terra continent!"

As he said this, Tracy couldn't help but recall the terrifying figure again.

The golden king was shrouded in a terrifying aura, and the red eyepieces made him freeze there, unable to move, just by looking at him.

If I hadn't relied on my firm willpower to control my body and move, I might not have been able to get back to where I am now.

So what's the cost?

Recalling the last face in his memory, Tracys' face darkened as if he had thought of something.

Theresia.

"What a terrifying power! It can delete people from time."

The shapeshifter muttered this, but the gleam in his eyes never stopped flickering.

The shapeshifter who had been wandering in the world for tens of millions of years seemed to have finally found something that could arouse her interest.

However, compared to the power that Tracys currently possessed, the Shapeshifter was obviously more interested in the powerful king who he mentioned had cast a huge shadow on him and represented the end of history.

I just don’t know what the young king looks like now?

"But when you gave us the power of history, if we didn't agree, you weren't going to use it to eliminate us, were you, Tracy?"