Chapter 309: Accelerating body metallization

Miss Lisha had defined the Cleansing Technique and had super creative ability. She was also stealing the divine power of the Goddess of Harvest. Essentially, she could already be considered a pseudo-god. The 100,000 harvest believers in the Pale Sea plane had long regarded her as the incarnation of the goddess.

Can the Goddess of Harvest catalyze crops?

No. The Goddess of Harvest can make crops harvest and populations grow, but it is far from the shock of the Death Halo. Therefore, if the real Goddess of Harvest had a competition with Miss Lisha, most people would think that Miss Lisha is more like the Goddess of Harvest.

Under such circumstances, is there anything impossible about Miss Lisha defining a deity that has already disappeared?

"That's probably how it is. How long were you possessed just now?" Negris asked.

"About eight or nine seconds," Miss Lisha recalled.

"Next time you can be possessed, summon it again and study what's going on," Negris said.

"Okay, let's leave it at that for now. Let's go, let's go, leave here first," Miss Lisha replied.

Everyone stood up and patted off the dust, preparing to leave. Just at this moment, a roar sounded not far away: "I... am... still... here..."

Miss Lisha seemed to have just remembered something, turned to the iron-skin lich and said: "Oh my, almost forgot about you. Sorry, sorry. What's your name? Which generation descendant of the Grand Duke of De Luo Sa are you?"

The iron-skin lich rolled its eyes gloomily, teased a few times, and finally gave in: "Duchess Mei Sha August Miss Lisha, the 65th Grand Duke of De Luo Sa."

It couldn't not give in. Miss Lisha threw it back and forth like a broken bag. All the bones in its body were scattered, not broken, just dislocated joints. It couldn't even climb up now.

If Miss Lisha and the others really turned and left, it would likely lie here forever—ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years... or forever. Anyway, undead creatures don't die.

This consequence was too terrible. Even if it was stubborn, it didn't want to lie like this forever.

Its voice was hoarse, and the words it said were intermittent, like scraping a wooden board, but the content of the words was earth-shattering, making Miss Lisha dizzy: "Duchess Mei Sha? The 65th Grand Duke of De Luo Sa? Then weren't you alive the year before last? How did you suddenly become a lich?"

"Wait a moment, who did you inherit this middle name Miss Lisha from?" Immediately, Miss Lisha noticed another thing.

Noble names are very long and complicated, but they must have a clear context, especially the surname and middle name. The surname is inherited from the ancestor, and the middle name is inherited from the predecessor. Of course, there are many messy sources, which are very troublesome to study.

Speaking of Miss Lisha's family, the source of the middle name can only be the predecessors in the clan. Could it be derived from herself?

Sure enough: "Inherited from the fourth-generation Saintess Miss Lisha." The lich's turbid eyeballs rolled at her, probably thinking her focus was very strange.

Miss Lisha squatted down and looked at it, asking: "How many direct bloodlines are there in the fourth generation?"

"Two."

"What is the ancestor's motto?"

"Family is the people you spend the most time with. Only with more time together can there be more friction. Because there is friction, you would rather not be together. People who have this thought are stupid donkeys."

Miss Lisha asked some other questions that only direct clansmen would know, and this lich named Duchess Mei Sha could also answer accurately.

"It seems you really are my clansman, and you haven't lost your memory. How lucky," Miss Lisha said happily, while reconnecting its dislocated joint bones.

The lich Duchess Mei Sha frowned and said: "I don't know you."

"Hehe." Miss Lisha smiled, didn't explain first, turned to Ang and said: "My lord, I can't connect them. Too many have fallen off."

Ang walked over and kneaded the lich's whole body. Nothing knows more about skeletons than a skeleton, especially a skeleton that survived by changing bones when it was low-level.

Easily reconnected, the lich Duchess Mei Sha climbed up hesitantly, looked at Ang and Miss Lisha hesitantly, pretended to move away two steps inadvertently, and suddenly turned and ran.

The barrier was already broken. It couldn't beat these guys, so it could definitely run away. There was only a horse in front, which definitely couldn't stop it.

"Ah-da!" As soon as the thought popped up, the horse actually kicked out a hoof like lightning, kicking it sideways.

What kind of horse is this? Why can it kick sideways? The lich Duchess Mei Sha widened its eyes, looking at the strangely postured horse in disbelief. This kind of flying kick posture definitely couldn't be struck by a horse.

The lich that fell to the ground still couldn't react until Negris flew in front of it: "Hehe, pick any one here, you can't beat them. Don't think about running... Ouch."

Before he could finish speaking, he was punched in the eye socket by Duchess Mei Sha. He was wrong; the only thing the Iron-Skin Lich could beat here was him.

Seeing that it couldn't even beat a horse, the lich Duchess Mei Sha finally became much more settled, sitting paralyzed obediently, with an attitude of letting them dispose of it.

Miss Lisha introduced herself with a smile: "My name is Miss Lisha August."

The lich Duchess Mei Sha nodded.

Now it was Miss Lisha's turn to be dazed: "Aren't you surprised?"

The lich Duchess Mei Sha replied: "Although I don't know why you want to use the same name as the family ancestor, you must have been sent by Robert, which is why you know the family secrets so well."

Miss Lisha was dumbfounded: "I am your ancestor, Miss Lisha August, Saintess of Light."

The lich Duchess Mei Sha rolled her eyes: "Are you trying to tell me that you are already over 1,100 years old this year, and you are still as moist as a taro powder cake soaked in water?"

"Hehe, you can be too," Miss Lisha said with a smile.

The lich Duchess Mei Sha's tone was clearly a bit angry: "I know I'm ugly now, but this is the fate of humans. When you die, you might not even have the chance to become ugly, but will rot directly."

Miss Lisha realized that this descendant seemed to have preconceived her as someone sent by someone. If this conversation continued, it was clearly meaningless. She had to take out something earth-shattering.

Miss Lisha smiled, sacrificed the light of the Cleansing Technique, and slowly wiped it over Duchess Mei Sha's dry, tree-root-like hands.

The effect of the Cleansing Technique had been verified repeatedly. In the lich Duchess Mei Sha's horror, an ugly, withered, turbid-eyed corpse was forcibly turned into a fair, moist, delicate, and healthy tall woman.

As her body recovered, Duchess Mei Sha slowly realized that she was a bit underdressed and curled up in embarrassment. She wasn't embarrassed when she was flat, but now she was embarrassed.

Miss Lisha found it funny and comforted: "Don't cover it. These are not humans. It's fine to be naked."

Although she said that, she still turned out a set of clothes for Duchess Mei Sha to put on.

"You... you really are my ancestor, Miss Lisha August, great-great-great... aunt?"

"You really are a lich? Really lived for over 1,100 years?"

"You really..." Duchess Mei Sha didn't know if she had recovered her living appearance or her normal person's liveliness, pulling Miss Lisha and asking all kinds of questions.

Miss Lisha patiently answered them one by one, and also described some of her personal belongings, and then opened the stone coffin that belonged to her. If her parents buried her belongings, the stone coffin must have these personal belongings.

This couldn't be faked. Except for Miss Lisha's parents, no one knew what was put in Miss Lisha's stone coffin, and there were no written records. But as long as Miss Lisha could say a small part, it was enough to convince Duchess Mei Sha.

"Okay, finished talking about my affairs. Now let's talk about your situation. I asked about it two years ago. The Grand Duke of De Luo Sa at that time was still you. How did you become a lich in less than two years, and an iron-skin level one at that? What happened? What accelerated the metallization of your body?"