Alien Knights

The light blue particles that continued to radiate outward from the body of the throat bone gradually decreased and finally stopped.

Throat Bone's figure gradually shrank, and even the blue flames in his eye sockets faded a lot.

He knelt on the ground on one knee, listening to the sounds of destruction coming from the city, and looked down at his two arms.

As if they had experienced thousands of years of weathering, the two metacarpal bones of the throat gradually lost their original color, slowly turned gray, and finally collapsed and dissipated bit by bit.

"Has your body reached its limit?"

Throatbone said as he stretched his arms towards the sky.

Soon, countless light blue particles floating from the dead body gathered around the throat bone from all corners of the city, repairing the damage on his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than a few minutes, the metacarpal bone of the throat bone was intact, with no trace of damage visible.

After walking out of the inner hall, Yan Gu dragged his robe onto the city streets.

The black undead parasites were like a squirming carpet, already occupying every inch of the surrounding land.

The corpses of humans, livestock, birds, and animals were like prey in spider webs, tightly wrapped together with parasites.

Throatbone stretched out his hand, and the undead parasites on the ground immediately made way for him.

Walking all the way, as if searching for something, I finally came to the door of the Great Library. I saw groups of parasite-infected scholars and soldiers wandering around the door, as if they were blocked by some force. .

After crossing the threshold of the library door, I walked along the steps towards the second floor.

Dense parasites covered the walls of the library, replacing the original precious murals and becoming the decoration of the entire building.

Walking to the astrological platform at the end of the second floor, an old scholar infected by parasites stood in front of the heavy iron door.

Throatbone recognized him, the director of the Imperial Great Library.

This old man, with undead parasites crawling all over his body, is one of the few people Throat Bone is familiar with in the empire.

He was a frequent visitor to Saladin's study, often holding lectures in the library and discussing academics and philosophy with many students.

The curator stood at the door, blocking the iron door with his body, without any intention of giving way.

Throat Bone looked down and saw that the door was in a mess, with obvious signs of a fight.

Throatbone raised his hand slightly, and the dead curator paused, but still did not leave the door, and even made an indistinct cry from his mouth.

Throatbone said to himself: "Do you still retain some consciousness before death?"

Before he finished speaking, the right hand of the throat bone was waved, and the curator's body was immediately torn into pieces, and the body parts and parasites were scattered on the floor.

The throat bone gently pushed the iron door of the astrologer, and the heavy iron door flew backwards and crashed to the ground.

Amid the screams, Throatbone slowly walked into the room and found the person he was looking for - Myris.

Melis, who had taken off his human skin disguise, completely returned to his skeletal appearance, wearing a gray robe. Behind him were gathered hundreds of young scholars, including men and women, nobles and civilians.

Mairis stretched out his palms that were already bone-white, and faint blue particles spread out from his palms, filling the entire astrological platform.

It is precisely because of this power that the undead parasites attached to the glass and terrace of the astrologer platform, although they kept gathering, still did not rush into the room.

The appearance of the throat bone caused Melis to yell angrily.

"Throat bone! Did you do all of this?!"

Throat Bone waved, and a chair flew from the corner and stopped firmly behind him.

Slowly sitting down, Throatbone looked at Mairis, who was still struggling to support himself, and said, "I guess I can find you here."

"Are you crazy?!" Myris's roar echoed throughout the room: "This is different from our original plan!"

Throatbone leaned his back against the chair, looked at the ceiling, and murmured: "Plan..."

Mairis continued: "We have agreed before to select a group of impeccable scholars from the empire, both in terms of knowledge and character, and let them slowly accept the undead through daily contact and academic exchanges. Finally let them join us!”

Throatbone tilted his head, looked behind Mairis, and said with a smile: "Look at the frightened look on those young people, I don't think they will accept the undead."

Mairis said with difficulty: "The youngest son of the Nebhani family, he is well-read and can debate scriptures with his teachers at the age of seven; the eldest daughter of the Ilham family, she has completed the The gas phase diagram of human breathing... These children are all people who are dedicated to the truth. Wealth and power are not important to them at all. I am sure that they will be able to accept the undead race!"

The blue fire in Throat Bone's eyes danced, and after a moment's pause, he said to Mairis: "These are not important."

Mairis was furious: "Then what is important! Me! You! And Marcus! We are the only three undead souls left in the world. We have been alone for so long. Don't you want to welcome new members? Will you join our big family?"

"You said it yourself, the undead don't have the desires of living people. What we care about is academics! It's the truth! The undead are a perfect race, a race that can abandon all desires and devote themselves to the saints! Have you forgotten ?!"

Throatbone looked at Miles: "I haven't forgotten."

Myris: "Then why did you do it?! You ruined all our plans!"

Throatbone took a long breath and said, "Mailis, do you still remember the first time we met?"

"Marcus was killed by the Church of Heavenly Father, and his head was thrown into the Inquisition. I helped you find the head, and then went to Theodore for help, resurrected him, and made Marcus the world's best. The first undead."

Mairis nodded: "I remember, I will always be grateful for your righteous deeds."

Throatbone: "After that, Theodore wanted to share all the research results with the Church of Heavenly Father, so I killed him. You and I took Marcus and fled to the Southern Empire to seek asylum."

Mairis: "Yes, we have completed the transformation of the undead here, and we have also realized the racial superiority of the undead. Immortality will prevent us from being trapped by desires, and the undead will be a perfect race."

Throat Bone: "But have you ever thought about it, immortality is not actually perfect. In fact, it is more like a curse, making us forever become dolls in the hands of the gods."

Mairis's voice was full of doubts: "Curse? What are you talking about?"

Throat Bone: "This world is just a chess piece in the hands of the gods. When you are alive, you must accept the control of the gods. Death is a permanent relief."

Mairis couldn't understand what Throat Bone said at all: "We are undead, we are already dead!"

Throat Bone stood up from the chair: "Our bodies die, but our souls are still alive, which means we still cannot get rid of the control of gods."

Miles: "Throatbone, what on earth do you want to do?"

Throat Bone: "I want to know the true meaning of existence."

Myris: "The meaning of existence? What are you talking about?"

Throat Bone: "You don't understand? Of course, you don't understand, and I wouldn't be surprised at all."

Throatbone walked up to Miles and stared into his eyes: "I will embark on an unknown road. You can't help me, and you can't help me."

Mairis shouted: "Throatbone, you are crazy! Listen to what you are saying, do you want to live alone..."

Miles' words stopped abruptly.

The five fingers of the throat bone formed a knife and pierced directly into Mairis's chest.

A burst of dazzling light blue light spread out across Mairis's chest.

Soon, the light blue flame in Mairis's eyes slowly faded, and finally disappeared completely.

Throat Bone retracted his palm, looked at the remains of Myris at his feet, and said softly: "Loneliness... maybe, the road to hell is more suitable for walking alone."

Thousands of undead parasites rushed into the room and rushed towards the desperate living people.

Amidst the sounds of gnawing flesh and blood and wailing screams, Throat Bone turned and left the room.