For a moment, LAN felt that the Pope's expression was terrifying, a kind of madness at all costs. The atmosphere around was so oppressive that he felt he should find something to talk about to ease it, but he didn't know if he should disturb the Pope who had closed his eyes and seemed to be resting.
The carriage came to a sudden halt, and the inertia nearly caused LAN to fall off his seat.
"What happened?" The Pope opened his eyes slightly.
"I don't know whether to admire your courage or to laugh at your stupidity when a necromancer dares to charge over alone." Lanlan's voice was gentle and graceful, and it habitually showed its charm at the moment of confrontation with the enemy.
"Of course it's mocking his stupidity." The voice of Huang Yueqing was so charming, with a hint of harmless satire in his tone, and the air of each person locked onto the black-roamed mage opposite in the moment they spoke.
"Don't clash with him. It's aimed at me." LAN said as he got out of the carriage, "You must be the one who was in Rosemary." He looked at him without the slightest panic, though he was not necessarily stronger than him in terms of strength alone.
"You are LAN?" The black-robed mage's sinister gaze fell upon the young man, but soon shifted away, giving him the illusion of looking directly into the sun, whether it was the red hair or the gentle smile, which made him feel dazzled.
"Yes." LAN did not deny that the tiny red dots were also clear during the day, as bright and brilliant as the flying red fireflies.
"Give me back Samanda!" No more nonsense, the black-robed mage launched his attack, "Dark Flame Dragon!"
"Guardian of Moonlight." LAN was calm, with a hint of pity, "Samantha, who is she to you?" Then the moonlight's transparent shield stood before him, and he had extra time to ask.
"My teacher, the only one I love... Dark Flame Dragon... Connect!" The other side doesn't seem to be doing their best either, and both are still probing.
Plural magic? LAN's gesture changed once more, and the shield in front of him immediately showed a distinct thickness. "You don't really look like a necromancer spell. What's your name?"
"You don't deserve to know!" Perhaps angry at the enemy's nonchalance, perhaps terrified of the enemy's strength, there was a hint of wavering in the voice.
"Well, though it's not good to casually look at others' memories, since you don't want to speak, I don't have to fight." What does it have to do with not speaking and not typing? ! No one could figure out exactly what LAN meant.
However, despite not understanding, the black-robed mage did not take any further action. It was not that he did not want to, but that he could not. There is only one head, and few people can fight when they are thinking. They can subconsciously control their own absent-mindedness, but the sudden memory is tossed about haphazardly. Even if he misses the spell, he doesn't know where the spell has been turned.
It is a memory that is almost cruel.
"You fellow!" The black-roiled mage rushed forward, his staff smashing down hard, but unfortunately, he was just a mage, and the trajectory without speed and force could not have hurt LAN.
LAN easily grasped his staff, "You don't really look like a necromancer." This sentence made the opponent stunned. "You are really too weak."
"I'm Kevin." The black-robed mage gave her name, "She said that about me too." Though they were still talking, the attack did not stop. "I know I can't beat you, but I still have to fight you. Anyway you will die, and it doesn't matter whether you die at my hands or not."
"Surely I will die..." LAN smiled nonchalantly, "There's no such thing as death in my dictionary... Look!" Some red threads appeared between the fingers of LAN's hands, and he easily wove them into a web. Looking at the puzzled expression of the other, he explained, "Do you know the capital punishment in the underworld? The punishment that divides the soul into 108 pieces, and each piece retains consciousness."
A look of terror appeared on the face of the black-robed mage, "Soul dividing line... The soul dividing line that claims to divide everything...
LAN nodded, still smiling gently.
Behind him was the Pope who came out at the sound, and perhaps the name "The dividing line of Souls" was so loud that even the old man, who had always appeared extremely calm and peaceful, showed a look of shock.
"The dark vanguard is about to open the gates of the other world, the red flame is the responsibility of salvation, the song of the immortal bird represents rebirth, life and death will transcend destiny and reincarnation." The Pope slowly recited the truest prophecy.
"It's not quite what I heard." LAN turned his head, not taking his battle to heart at all.
"The gates of the other world open in the dark age, the fiery emblem spreads and burns across the land of Huangluo, the chirping of the immortal bird will break all curses, new life will be conceived in the emblem." The Pope added, "The death you heard should be like this, a tampered oracle."
"Tampering?" LAN was stunned for a moment, but still quickly opened his defensive magic.
"Be serious!" LAN's carelessness made Kevin feel that he was not valued, or rather, not even qualified to be valued.
"Yes. Because the true oracles are issued by the Dark Great Demon... This is a secret known only to the successive popes of the temple and the Temple of the Demon. The Dark Great Demon and the God of the gods are essentially the same deity..." The Pope said in a low voice.
It seemed that he had been tricked from the very beginning, LAN thought to himself in silence. In his anger, he had no interest in playing with the necromancer before him.
"Let's end it, Kevin." LAN First put away the magic.
"What's coming to an end!" "Because I'm not qualified to be your opponent at all," Kevin said fiercely. "!"
"No." LAN smiled gently, "because you have no reason to fight at all."
"Reason to fight? !" Kevin froze for a moment, but immediately returned to his fierce expression, "Yes! I'm going to avenge Samanda!"
"Really?" LAN's counter-question left him stunned again. "You must have been excited when you knew Samanda was dead! It's because the new master of the heart is not as good as her that you miss her, isn't it? Don't you think you can't even convince yourself to use such things as an excuse? !"
"I..." Kevin lowered his head. Yes, Samantha was dead. He didn't even have time to be happy, let alone talk about revenge. He loved her when she was away because only she could protect him, but her appearance pushed him into another abyss and made him hate her...
"Do you want to see my reason?" LAN reached out to him, "Come if you want!"
Kevin hesitated for a moment and got into the carriage.
The scenery along the way was still beautiful, but no one appreciated it. Grassland, jungle, they had to reach Rizhao as fast as they could, and along the way there were adventure teams, mercenary groups, and other non-human race members joining the coalition forces.
These people, who were not very familiar with the organization and discipline of the army, caused considerable trouble for the advance of the coalition forces. Fortunately, Huang Yueqing discovered it early and promptly organized them into several special operations units and handed them over to LAN.
The gentle LAN did not take much effort to make them extremely submissive, and they soon accepted Kevin's presence, thanks to his weakness and his kindness that he should not belong to the Necromancer.
There were also a couple of attacks from the undead along the way, but they retreated at the slightest touch and did not cause much casualty. Although Kevin's spells had little effect on the undead, they could set up bone shields for the warriors who charged too far ahead when necessary, allowing them to hold out until their comrades came to their rescue.
LAN LAN also told LAN privately that this Kevin was really too self-aware when he was a necromancer. LAN's reaction was just a smile, with a hint of sadness in the smile that no one noticed.
Every time he fought, Kevin would do a little favor within his ability, and soldiers would often express their gratitude to him, and he would politely return the favor and then give a warm smile.
"What are you worried about?" The Pope looked at LAN, who had been staring at Kevin, and asked slowly.
"Don't you know that?" LAN smiled faintly, "the fate he will eventually face, no matter how hard he tries now, will never change."
There are always sacrifices in war. Can you say that those who die must be extremely heinous? The Pope looked into the young man's red eyes. "Even if it is a heinous crime, it is not up to us to judge and adjudicate. Everything, everything is just a game of God, like playing chess with oneself, and it is only a matter of thought to decide which side to win."
"But the heart belongs to oneself." LAN sighed, "This is probably what is called mass blindness, blind believers, blind soldiers, one voice can stir up a thousand waves."
"That's why people like you are needed to lead them." The Pope said so.
"Honestly, I don't want to save the world, I don't want to protect Beludandi. What the world becomes has nothing to do with me." LAN smiled, "The people I'm like to save are only my friends, those who have helped me and those I want to help."
"You are selfish, yet so pure." The Pope did not show any dissatisfaction because of LAN's words. "As I promised you, once the incident in Rizhao is over, you can go wherever you want, and I will no longer persuade you with morality."
LAN smiled and did not reply. Everything in Rizhao was already before his eyes, but before entering the city, he had to clear out all the undead that had surrounded the city.
The mages rose into the air and began to cast their magic, while LAN stood on the roof of the carriage, and the glowing red light that had been dancing and dissipating around him for days became more obvious, like snow, floating above the spirits and then sticking to them.
"All come back, mages spread their shields, and the priestly group is ready to shine." LAN commanded, his voice not loud and gentle, but it could make everyone stop clearly and not even have the thought of disobeying.
Kevin looked at LAN, and he read a resolute meaning in his calm voice.
"The reason to fight..." Kevin murmured, and he seemed to understand.
"To survive." LAN looked at him, in a calm tone, "They are dead people, souls should go where souls should go, if they keep lingering in this plane, not only will they disappear themselves, but they will also cause trouble for the people of this world. And now, not only are they causing me trouble, but they are going to kill me, but I don't want to die. So I have to fight and even kill them."
The red flashes of light exploded in patches, but the sound of the waves did not cease, "your spells, your attacks, are all with confusion, your heart is wavering: 'Is this right? 'Don't I hate Samanda so much? 'Aren't I happy that she's dead? 'Should I really avenge her? 'There are just too many things on your mind.'
LAN's gaze shifted to the battlefield. He continued, "In fact, the reason for the battle doesn't need to be overly complicated." You stand in my way and hold me back, so I have to hit you. This is the reason, just as I stand here, there are so many undead in front of me that we cannot enter the city without killing them, so we must kill them, this is the reason for me to fight, because my reason is very strong, strong enough to convince myself to fight, so..."
"So there will be no retreat, so you can be so resolute, you are fighting with the determination of 'you must kill them.'" Kevin chimed in, "I think I got it."
"So your decision?" LAN looked at him, and he was sure he could understand what he meant.
"I'm not fit to be a necromancer, don't you say so?" "Give me a chance to make up for the past, no matter what the future can change, please give me a chance," said Kevin Morro, laughing.
"It seems you've come to your senses." LAN sighed, "As a friend I would suggest you hide somewhere and never appear in the world again, but that would be no different from a meaningless death, then according to my character, even if I knew I would die, I should shine brightly for a moment, even if it was just like a firework."
"I won't run away any more." Kevin said, "Death isn't scary. I don't want to die without doing anything!"
"The coalition welcomes you, Kevin." LAN said with a smile.
"Thank you for making this clear to me, LAN." Kevin laughed too, "and thank you for giving me the opportunity to fight alongside you and for your selfless trust."
Trust.
Finally, I understand why LAN has such cohesion...