Yan Xing sorted out his thoughts and looked at his player panel. Everything was very normal. He touched himself with his hands outside the game, and the person was also there...

He was really afraid that he would travel into the game like some movies and TV series.

As long as you are sure that you are still there, there is nothing to worry about. If you really encounter something you can't bear, at most you can force the virtual helmet to be removed and then complain to the official game.

If you don’t compensate for one or more than one million mental losses, you will definitely not give up.

"What happened?" Yan Xing asked. He was very concerned about how magic games suddenly appeared in an interstellar game, and it was a magic game that had been discontinued.

You are a bit too much!

There is only one "living" soul here, the old lich in front of him. He is wearing a gorgeous robe, full of golden runes. His skin is as shriveled as bacon, but his temperament is full of scholarly style, and he looks a bit like a Western aristocrat... a housekeeper.

"Monarch, you must have temporarily lost your memory when you were reborn in the world. You have dedicated everything to my undead clan and even become the creature you hate the most. Your contribution to the undead clan must be recorded in the soul fire of each undead, and spread throughout all planes as the undead revives.

You are the great wise man, your wisdom surpasses angels, demons and dragons.

You are the great ruler and the entire magic plane is now your territory.

You are great..."

"Stop and stop..." The old lich's praise made Yanxing's goose bumps. And he thought that if he didn't stop him, he should have said a few days and nights. Yanxing asked, "Tell me the point, who is the monarch?"

"It is you...the great monarch of death, the endorsement of death, the only ruler of the undead, the conqueror..."

Seeing Yanxing wanting to get angry, the old lich finally realized that he was too excited to deflect on the topic.

Next, as the old lich told, Yan Xing roughly knew what happened to him.

To speak human language, it is:

In order to successfully stop the server, the official "Magic Master" directed and staged a devastating doomsday, and all species in the entire magic world died in the doomsday.

But for some reason, some sleeping undead survived.

As the Death Monarch, one of the strongest bosses in the magic world, he soon discovered that the world had unexplained changes. Time and space seemed to have stopped, and the world entered a vain darkness.

The surviving undead is still sleeping, and the power is quickly lost in nothingness.

The Dead Monarch is unwilling to accept such destruction.

In the magical world after destruction, the extinction of all species has allowed the power of death to reach an unprecedented peak, while the power of other attributes has fallen to the bottom.

In this case, the Death Monarch reached a level of power that he could not understand, and he felt the existence of another world.

In order to save himself and save the undead, the Death Monarch used all his power to bring the magical world into this new world. The magical world left nothingness and regained time. But there is still a barrier between it and the new world that is difficult to break through.

If the magical world wants to recover, it must absorb energy from the outside world, otherwise it may retreat into nothingness.

If you want to absorb energy from the outside world, you must open up a channel between two worlds.

So the Death Monarch chose to be reborn from the world. He gave up everything about himself, including his body, and sent his soul power to another world, and possessed it in the body of a creature.

This body will also become a channel between the two worlds.

In the eyes of the old lich, the loyal servant of the Dead Monarch, the monarch was reborn very successfully, and Yanxing was the Dead Monarch.

But Yanxing knew very well that he had no problems. He then scanned it with the self-test program of the physical condition provided by the game device, and everything was normal.

Where did your Death Monarch go?

But think about it... As the death monarch in the virtual world, no matter how strong it is, it is impossible to seize humans in the real world. They are not species in the same dimension at all.

Not to mention how many firewalls there are in a virtual terminal device.

It is estimated that the Dead Monarch has also had bad luck. It would be fine if you choose to take over a game NPC, but he chose a player.

It is estimated that when data is transmitted, the energy is exhausted and deleted as a malicious program.

Now it can be said that the Death Monarch is dead, but Yanxing is recognized by this loyal old lich as the Death Monarch passed down from generation to generation.

"Son?" After telling the story of the causes and consequences of the death monarch's passing, the lich asked with concern: "Do you think of something?"

Of course, Yan Xing can't say that your monarch is dead. God knows what this old lich can do. He has just entered the game and has a small whiteboard trumpet. He is probably slapped to death by the other party with a claw.

It would be fine if you resurrected to the normal game recruit camp, but if you still resurrected here, it would be a big trouble.

The souls of the undead can sleep at any time and win. You have killed the death monarch of the other person. Isn’t this lich killing you for a thousand years?

You must never admit that you are not the monarch of death.

As for how to do it?

Yan Xing was a little grateful for the career he chose.

As a special actor, he is just a high-end supporting role, with a drama with several shots and lines.

In recent years, Yan Xing has played monsters and monsters, and a corpse beggar. Now he wants to play a dead monarch in real time...what is it difficult?

You should know that the supporting actor... is also an actor.

Recalling the role he once played as an emperor who had lived for two episodes, Yan Xing quickly entered his role. He sat upright in the throne, with his hands on the crystal skull on the handrail, looking straight and expressionless.

Looking at the stone walls inlaid with gems and pillars with mercury flowing in the tomb, I thought in my heart that these beautiful mountains and rivers were my country; then looking at the old lich who was laughing and the unmoved high-level undead, I thought that these were my subjects; then I thought about... the female artists in the company, these were my harems.

Yan Xing quickly found the feeling of a king, and then exerted his strength in the Dantian and said to the old lich with the voice of the king: "I heard what you said, I... remembered a little bit of it.

I am the king of the undead, the ruler of the world of death. I am the bystander of the creatures and the watcher of the dead.

The immortal dead monarch.”

The old lich was overjoyed and cried, "Sir, you finally remembered it!"

"I remembered it, but it was still very vague, all of which were incoherent fragments." Yan Xing continued to perform, and he said, "Maybe after a long time, I can think of more. Anyway, what we undead lack the least is time. Tell me your name, which may remind me of who you are."

The old lich said: "Son, I am your most loyal servant, the Speaker of the House of Death, the President of the Society of Necromancers...Arnold. Although I know that you did not forget me on purpose, this still makes me feel extremely sad.

I sincerely pray that you will remember me, and that gaining your recognition is the only value of my existence as the undead."

"Arnold?" Yanxing pretended to recall it vigorously, and then woke up and said to the old lich: "You are Arnold, my most loyal servant."

"Son, you finally remember me."

Yan Xing cursed in his heart, is the undead designer of the "Magic Master" game sick? The speaker of the Undead Council has this kind of IQ?

Where is the moral integrity of the undead!
Chapter completed!