There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

"It's been delayed too long. The Lich King should have left Leithania long ago. Those brats are now writing in Leithanian. What a bunch of bastards..."

While muttering curses incessantly, Frémont stretched out his hand in front of the Witch King. Countless silk threads flowed out from the hole in his palm, wrapped around the Witch King's body, and gradually replaced the golden ice chains.

"exile..."

Looking at the silk thread that was gradually wrapping him up, familiar memories surged in the Witch King's mind.

"Fremont, you had the opportunity to demonstrate this sorcery to me back in that secret room at Ludwig University."

"How long has it been, according to earthly time?"

"More than 130 years."

Kindly answering the Witch King's "last words", Frémont accelerated the exile.

At this moment, the belated witchcraft crossed the long time, crossed the wrong path of fellow travelers, and was cast again.

The gray rain curtain floated up, and the whole space seemed to be turned upside down. The exile that was exerted with all one's strength was instead soft and full of a different kind of beauty.

As he watched his body gradually being covered, a smile appeared on the corner of the Witch King's mouth. He looked at his teacher and his best friend.

"Fremont, I have never seen you so foolish."

"The Life Knot is a knot tied by the Lich into the Veil. It resonates with your life force. It is impossible for you not to feel its presence."

The raindrops connected into lines, dancing in the void, breathing with Flemont at the roots.

It was clearly just an ordinary breath, but a long-lost feeling of fullness emerged from the depths of the soul.

Frémont seemed to have just casually touched his pocket, but found that the lost key had been lying quietly in a corner within reach.

Never lost.

"Didn't I return it to you a long time ago?"

The silk thread wrapped around the Witch King's throat, and only a little distance was needed to completely exile him, but for some reason, this last small distance seemed so long and difficult.

"Fremont, the life bond is eternal, and the lich can therefore infinitely accumulate the thickness of life."

"Death doesn't catch up with you, it just catches up with me."

"Why is it so hard for you to admit it?"

When the silk thread completely entangled him, the Witch King took a last look at the existence that changed his destiny and uttered his "last words" that he had never said before.

At the moment when the entire space was soaked, the lich's silk threads finally completely wrapped around the Witch King. They embraced and entangled, looking like a coffin.

"Are you just here to say goodbye? Frémont, my dear friend..."

"Why...this tall tower is still so short..."

Volume 8: Chapter 90: Hope, New Life

The lich, indifferent to age, just stood there in the rain, letting the rain soak him.

The traces of exile are gradually fading, and every thread no longer carries the aura of the Witch King, as if the ferocious Caprini with spiky horns had never existed.

He chose a quiet cemetery for his good friend, a place so quiet that no one except him knew about it and no one could disturb it.

The life knot hidden in his pocket emitted a shining light, and the power derived from life was constantly repairing the injuries on Fremont's body, making his fatal injuries no longer a threat to him.

"Heh... Really, I'm getting old and confused."

With a sneer, Frémont hid his face in the shadows, preventing outsiders from seeing his expression.

I don't know whether he was scolding himself or making fun of his good friend who had left earlier.

The life knot is the source of the lich's life.

As long as the life knot is not destroyed, the lich will not die. The life knot can be lent to the Witch King to study the wasteland, which shows the relationship between the two.

Although he planned the Witch King's death, deep down in his heart, he still couldn't bear to part with his best friend.

Federico was right. The Witch King had died in the crusade twenty-three years ago, but no one could have imagined that Frémont could use the Life Knot to keep his afterimage in the void.

Maybe he just missed the past, maybe he just wanted to show his best friend the future of Leitania one day, maybe...

He hasn't made that decision yet.

He hoped that his choice could continue the meaning of his best friend's life. This was the best and only way he could think of.

He always remembered that they had been close in their pursuit of eternity together.

The beginning and end of a thousand strings...

This desolate land...

They had made great aspirations here, and now they have found liberation here...

The world in front of him began to crumble, and large chunks of bricks and tiles fell from the sky, announcing the end of this world.

"Let's go, this place is going to collapse."

The time for reminiscing was over, and Frémont had put his mind back into order.

Having found his destiny again, he no longer had to worry too much. He had been in and out of this place many times. Even though the wasteland was gradually collapsing, he was confident that he could bring others out.

Even if it comes at a small price.

He came before the crowd and used magic to outline a circular pattern, which was filled with obscure ancient Sakaz language.

The pattern was engraved on the ground, forming a passage with a radius of about one meter. The interior emitted a faint blue light, which looked magnificent and gorgeous.

"Is this the Void Passage? I thought it would look better."

Looking closely at this strange passage, Tolan nudged Mainna beside him with his elbow and said, "Hey! The thing you carved out before was much better looking than this. Can you make another one?"

His arm hit Mainna's gauntlet, causing this man, who never had much emotional fluctuation no matter what happened, to twitch his eyebrows constantly.

Finally, Mainna couldn't stand it anymore, kicked Tolan on the butt, kicked him into the passage, and then jumped in himself.

"We'll go ahead and explore the way, and you guys follow behind."

Only an indifferent voice remained.

Federico was the third one to go in. He was holding Arturo, who was tied up like a dumpling from head to toe, and jumped in.

"Let's go, this place is about to collapse."

Ermengarde adjusted her hat to cover the blank space, then jumped in on her little cube.

Next is the Black Keys, the Twin Queens.

The people around jumped into the void passage one after another, and now only Talina, Viviana and Maria were left.

Talina stopped wanting to jump, looked at Viviana who was hesitant to speak, and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

"Kela, she's still being left here..."

With her hands placed nervously in front of her, Viviana glanced at the collapsed gate in the distance.

She regretted leaving Kela at Yulia's house. If she had known beforehand...

"this..."

After listening to Viviana's words, Talina also felt embarrassed.

With the passing of the Witch King as an anchor, the entire Pavillon has begun to collapse, and there is no complete path in the palace.

Going out to look for someone in this situation is nothing but wishful thinking.

"Let's go. I've already sent her out. I've sent all the living people out."

Frémont, who was maintaining the void passage, waved his hands and said nonchalantly, "It's just opening a separate passage. It's not a difficult task."

"Thank you, Mr. Frémont."

Hearing the old lich say this, Viviana felt relieved and no longer hesitated. She followed Talina and jumped into the void passage.

At this point, except for Frémont, all those who had entered Pavillon voluntarily or involuntarily had left.

Looking at the gradually crumbling starry sky, Flemont casually sat down cross-legged, not caring whether the ground was dirty or not.

"It's really a great place. No wonder you like it so much."

"To die here would be like having no regrets, right?"

Putting his hand on his forehead, Frémont looked at the strange creatures struggling to pour in from outside the starry sky and grinned: "It's really disgusting. These guys, the Heavenly Master of Dayan, the Inner Guard of Ursus, those guys can beat and kill you, so there's no reason why an old guy like me can't do it, right?"

"correct..."

The smile stopped, and Frémont reached into his pocket, took out the "lost" life knot, and threw it into the void passage.

"We're all going to die anyway, so there's no point in keeping this thing. Might as well give it to those little guys to rebuild Kazdel."

"After wandering for hundreds of years, the lich...still needs a home..."

.........

Inside the void passage, the bizarre and dazzling scenes are dazzling.

This place is just like the previous illusion, recording many things in their past, but unlike the illusion, the things here are all real.

Mainna, who cleared out the traitorous knights in the darkness of night.

Tolan makes a living by hunting with his men in the wilderness, avoiding the artillery invasion of the Ursus people.

Lying on an operating table, Black Key had a hideous look on his face.

Standing on the stage, the black and white twins perform an opera.

Viviana is hiding in a high tower, holding the illusion of a knight novel.

Maria hid herself in the quilt and sobbed.

Scenes passed by her eyes, like flowing water, fleeting.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Talina finally felt that time had stopped.

This journey is almost coming to an end.

The tower hangs upside down above Trilinterme. It is the dawn of the new year and a ray of morning light appears from the sky.

Bathed in the sunshine that represents new life, Talina couldn't help but cry out in comfort.

After experiencing the dark night in the wilderness, she finally understood how wonderful life in the outside world was.

The sound of the wind blew past her ears, and Talina's beautiful long hair was dancing in the wind. The knot that fixed her hair had been blown away in the strong wind.

After enjoying the morning light in the sky, Talina realized that something was wrong.

Looking at the fingertip-sized Trilintelme below, Talina looked at the gradually collapsing black tower above.

Her expression became the same as that of the black tower.

No... No one told her the exit was in such a weird place...

Why do you still have a one-way ticket? ! !

Dancing her arms vigorously, Talina wished her arms could be transformed into wings as freely as Hummer's.

Although you can't fly, at least you can flap your wings a few times and glide to adjust your landing point!

Just when she was panicking, Talina, who was free falling in the sky, suddenly saw something strange in the sky.

Countless silk threads crowded out from the tower, as if they were wrapped in something, and countless strange shapes were struggling in the threads.

Print out a ferocious posture.

"Wait...that's...the demon!"

Stretching her limbs to stabilize her body, Talina looked at the monster that broke through the wasteland and came into reality.

The Wasteland is a natural barrier separating reality from the void. Combined with the Witch King's Pavillion's interception, it is possible to keep the evil spirits out of the Wasteland.

Now that the Witch King is completely dead, Pavillon, having lost its master, has collapsed and can no longer play its due role.

Evil spirits use this opportunity to invade the human world!

Volume 8: Chapter 91: Monument

With Kosice as an example, Talina's perception of evil spirits is not much better.

Killing, war, death.

Anything related to evil is not a good topic.

They will assimilate everything they see and devour all nutrients for their own growth, whether it is a living person or a dead object, they will accept nothing.