Cultivating Immortals For All: I Can Modify The Script Of Life

Chapter 450 Thunder Crystallization, Contract Stipulations

"Of course not."

Skeleton Mage shook his head again and again, "Francis is slightly stronger than me, he owns [Shadow Clone], a relic of the Lich King.

If you want to obtain the Thunder Crystal, you must first defeat Francis, take his body, and then absorb the Thunder Crystal in his body.

can you do it? "

Li Ang nodded slightly, "No problem."

The skeleton Mage breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice: "In that case, I will tell you all the information about Francis.

Francis once left a large number of lightning crystals in the world before the catastrophe, as many as five.

I have absorbed three of them.

In the recent period of time, I have been trying to condense the fourth Thunder crystal.

But it was never successful. Instead, he was seriously injured because of mental overdraft.

According to my speculation, Francis probably still has a small amount of soul fragments, hiding nearby. "

"Oh, that is to say, you don't have any lightning spar anymore?" Li Ang narrowed his eyes.

"No... that's right."

The skeleton Mage swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with difficulty: "However, I still have a few pieces in my storage room."

"The storage room?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows and said, "You stored so many thunder crystals, and even built such a dilapidated house, just to hoard thunder crystals?"

The skeleton Mage said distressedly: "I don't want to either, but I need money and training materials."

"..."

Li Ang was silent, and after a while he said: "Well, you can lend me the storage room for a while.

I will take out two lightning crystals in exchange, how about this deal? "

"Two?!"

Skeleton Mage was overjoyed, and then hesitated: "You... are you really willing to use two crystals to help me advance to Extraordinary Realm?"

Li Ang laughed: "The stronger you are, the less pressure I will have."

The skeleton Mage looked away from the spar in Li Ang's hand, and there were slight ripples in his deep gray eyes, and he pondered: "If I lend you the storage room and guarantee the ownership of the contents, can you Do you want me to stay here?"

"Of course." Li Ang readily agreed.

"Very good."

Skeleton Mage said excitedly: "We signed the contract, and the deal was concluded."

"Hmm, the contract is established!"

Li Ang chanted the spell expectantly, and a new contract appeared in his mind.

Skeleton Mage's life brand is shared with Li Ang, and he can read the content of the contract - the contract stipulates that Skeleton Mage must obey Li Ang's call.

When Li Ang is in danger, he must assist with all his strength. If the promise is broken, Li Ang can exorcise the undead creatures at any time and deprive the other party of their freedom forever.

"I agree, I agree!"

Skeleton Mage nodded again and again, "You take me back to the castle first, and we will discuss specific matters slowly."

Li Ang shrugged, "Okay. Didn't you just say that you were seriously injured and couldn't walk, so I'll carry you back to the castle?"

"Uh, no..."

Skeleton Mage's face froze, "No need, I still have one leg to run."

"Okay~ Then follow along, pay attention to the soles of your feet."

Li Ang waved his hand and walked towards the stairs, "What's your name?"

The skeleton Mage hesitated for a second, and said in a low voice, "I...my name is Al Della, and I am an undead Mage."

"You still have two legs." Li Ang reminded lightly.

"Uh, cough cough..." Al Della coughed dryly twice, and explained: "My two legs were blown off, and only the skeleton remains... No, only half of it is left, so I can't stand up..."

Li Ang rolled his eyes, "Okay, let's go, don't waste time."

...

After a stick of incense, the second floor of the castle.

In the spacious and empty, poorly furnished living room.

Li Ang Lotus Position was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his mouth.

Al Della was sitting on the single sofa next to him, covered in black mist, exuding a suffocating cold breath.

Although he appeared to be extremely weak, Li Ang remained vigilant and ready to strike.

The blue will-o'-the-wisp flickered in Al Della's eye sockets, "Francis, why did you choose to come to me?"

Li Ang exhaled a puff of thick green smoke, and said lightly, "Are you the spokesperson sent by Francis?"

"No, I am not."

Al Della shook his head, "I'm still a lich in essence, and I'm not with Francis."

Hearing this, Li Ang glanced at Al Della in surprise.

This guy is indeed a Lich, and he has lived for a Thousand Years. His strength is probably stronger than the Common Lich, even comparable to Francis.

However, Li Ang never met him.

Perhaps, this is just an old monster living alone deep in the burrow.

Li Ang pondered for a moment, then asked straight to the point: "Where is Francis?"

Al Della frowned slightly, remained silent for a few seconds, and said slowly: "Your information is very accurate, I do obey Francis.

However, he was not in the Catacombs, but dormant in the ruins at the other end of the Catacombs, preparing for the arrival of the 'Oracle'. "

"oracle?"

Li Ang's heart beat violently, "You mean..."

Al Della solemnly said: "Not long ago, a devastating storm swept across the continent. I was ordered by my master to find some Rare metal and build an altar for him in order to communicate with the gods..."

"I see."

Li Ang suddenly asked, "What is the content of this oracle?"

"I dare not say that..."

Al Della's voice became weaker, "The master's oracle is hidden in the Restrictions left by him, and outsiders cannot peep."

"Then there is no way~"

Li Ang spread his hands, "You just need to tell me, when Francis wakes up?"

Al Della sighed and said softly, "I don't know.

But according to what the master said, he is only a hair away from a complete recovery, and he should wake up in ten and a half months at most. "

Li Ang rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

Francis is a legendary wizard, his recovery speed is definitely much faster than that of Skeleton Mage, and he will definitely return to normal in half a month at the latest.

"Then I'll wait for him." Li Ang nodded, and suddenly asked, "Do you know when Francis entered the Legendary Stage?"

Al Della shook his head slightly, "This is not very clear, it is said that Francis broke through the legendary Realm a few Hundred Years ago..."

"How many Hundred Years ago?"

Li Ang showed a strange look. It seemed that Francis was already dead, otherwise he would never have healed his wounds during this critical period.

"Anyway, I take your word for it."

Li Ang raised his right arm, fine scales emerged from his fingertips, turned into sharp blades, and slashed towards Al Della.

Al Della seemed to have a premonition of something terrible, and hurriedly shouted: "Didn't you agree to cooperate?" Li Ang turned a deaf ear to it and chopped it down without hesitation.

Chapter 451 Lacquer Black Devil Qi, Rotten Gift

Al Della's figure suddenly disappeared, turning into a cloud of cold and treacherous black devil air, which got into Li Ang's palm and melted into the flesh and blood.

"Well……"

Li Ang clutched his left arm and grunted in pain, his face twisted and deformed.

A pitch-black tentacles seemed to grow out of his left arm, spreading along his wrist to his neck, piercing into his skin.

The severe pain hit, but Li Ang ignored it, gritted his teeth and said: "Scumbag, get out!"

"hehe,"

A hoarse voice sounded, and Al Della flew out of Li Ang's body, staying in mid-air.

His chest collapsed, his limbs were broken, and his body was covered with hideous cracks, like an incomplete skeleton.

"Your hand..." Al Della said angrily, "What did you do?"

Li Ang chuckled and shook his left arm.

On his arm, there were mottled cracks all over the black red, and wisps of dark green liquid seeped out.

"Your skeleton body..."

Li Ang muttered to himself, "No wonder you are so resistant to beating."

The strength of the skeleton Mage is actually very average, at most comparable to the junior apprentice Apex.

However, it can withstand legendary witchcraft, and it also has the ability to be immune to curses and recover damage.

Without the [Gift of the Rotten] piece of equipment, Li Ang reckoned that his own attack would not be able to do anything to it at all, instead it would take a lot of effort.

"This guy...couldn't be a Devil creature in disguise?"

Li Ang muttered in his heart, and turned his head to look at the skeleton Mage, "You just said that Francis is about to wake up, that is to say, his oracle will come soon?"

"That's right."

Al Della nodded, "Francis is the messenger of the gods, his will and destiny are intertwined, and the oracle is his will.

When the oracle comes, the evil spirits and dead souls of the whole Underworld will be shocked, and they will rush to the temple to worship, praying for our Lord to come to the world. "

"So exaggerated?" Li Ang was amazed.

"Um……"

Al Della paused, and continued: "Anyway, your goal is to rescue Loki..."

Li Ang interrupted him and asked earnestly, "Did Francis' oracle tell you to bring his coffin to me?"

"……No."

"ah?"

Li Ang was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Oh, that's it, then forget it."

He really wanted to use Al Della's help to sneak into Francis' tomb, steal the oracle, and take the opportunity to steal the magic crystal.

But since Francis didn't mention it, then this task naturally doesn't exist, and Li Ang doesn't bother to spend time on Al Della.

"..."

Al Della looked at Li Ang dully, "You...you don't think about it anymore?"

"No need."

Li Ang said expressionlessly: "I think you should return to the cellar as soon as possible, find Francis, and tell him what happened here."

Al Della grinned bitterly, "I've been trapped here for more than three thousand years, and I can't get out."

Li Ang shrugged his shoulders, and said casually, "You chose it yourself, and you can't blame others."

"You want to kill me?" Al Della stared at Li Ang.

"Uh, what do you think?"

Li Ang rubbed his nose, "I have no grievances with you, why should I kill you?"

A strange smile appeared on Al Della's face, and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "You won't kill me, because you want to get the secret treasure fragments in my hand."

"Shards of secret treasure?"

"Yes, each of our wizards is collecting fragments of secret treasures, but so far, only I have preserved them well."

Al Della said slowly: "If you let me go, I will give you the secret treasure fragments and let you leave here.

This is a win-win deal and Francis will remember your kindness. "

"How do you know that I want pieces of secret treasure?" Li Ang narrowed his eyes, "I haven't even met Francis, so I can't talk about kindness. How did you judge that I am hostile to Francis?"

"It's very simple, your eyes tell me." Al Della's voice was still calm, "I have never seen a wizard whose pupils are as deep and misty as the night sky, which makes me fearful."

Li Ang was silent for a moment, then said softly: "...Aren't you afraid of death?"

"certainly."

Al Della said indifferently: "I've lived for too long, and I'm already tired of the endless loneliness and coldness.

I hope to do more valuable things in my limited life, instead of living boringly in a cold coffin. "

"I can help you," Li Ang said.

Al Della's eye sockets widened instantly, and her breathing became much heavier.

"But I have two conditions." Li Ang raised two fingers.

"What conditions?"

"First of all, I need a set of clothes, the more high-end the better."

Li Ang pointed to the basement, "Secondly, I need a detailed rune information, classics, books, alchemy allusions, alchemy potion formulas, and a series of things."

"no problem."

Al Della agreed immediately.

"You are so cheerful?"

"There is nothing to hesitate."

Al Della's voice gradually became ethereal, as if talking to himself, "Although I don't like Francis, I still keep my promise.

I will do everything in my power to help you claim Francis' legacy. "

"Okay, deal."

Li Ang smiled, "Also, if Francis' will is very clear, I hope you can replace him and inherit the wealth and authority of the gods.

I can help you, but you must help me find clues to the remaining treasure fragments. "

Al Della pondered for a few seconds, nodded and said: "...Okay, deal."

He raised his head and looked straight into Li Ang's eyes, "Last question, my friend.

Who are you? "

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you all want to grab my wallet."

Li Ang shook his head and said seriously: "So, please call me the boss!"

"..."

Al Della was silent for a long time before sighing: "Okay, boss.

However, I advise you not to try to seize the temple here. This temple was once the palace of the lord of The Underworld, the core part of the suppression of The Underworld.

I witnessed a catastrophe happen, and it remained sealed without any damage until the catastrophe was over. "

"oh."

Li Ang nodded slightly, noncommittal.

"Also..." Al Della hesitated for a few seconds and said, "If you can take the oracle, I will give it to you...but you have to promise me that you must treat it well and don't let it fall into the hands of the Devil."

"OK."

Li Ang waved his hand, "Then recover quickly and lead the way."

"All right."

Al Della closed his eyes, and a thick black mist radiated from his body, turning into a huge and ferocious skeleton, suspended in the air.

"Follow me."

The skeleton's voice was hoarse and piercing, and it rushed over suddenly, bringing a gust of wind.

Li Ang's footsteps moved lightly, he dodged to dodge, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.