"Apply to Marshal Squall, select ten samples and send them to the cold storage room." Brian said to his subordinates at the joint scientific research center in the "Waiting City".

In order to cooperate with Salamonro's reconstruction work, the Twilight Empire recovered all mold rangers. The funeral mold has no intelligence and does not know how to show respect to the king, but the mold rangers will obey all orders sent from the capital, day and night.

The migration was completed within a short period of time. The total number of troops was one million, which is definitely the military strength that a sovereign country should have.[]

"In addition, use a disinfectant with a dead air concentration of 1:99 to disinfect various parts of the 'City of Contradictions'. Although it cannot kill them completely, it can inhibit their reproduction. The activity of the disinfectant is only five days, so the disinfection cycle is five days.

once."

After dealing with this matter, Brian returned to his exclusive room, the only place on the top floor of the Joint Scientific Research Center that was not used for work. He closed the door, and his eyes naturally fell on the mirror behind the door. In the mirror, there was a man in rouge.

The skeleton in purple robe was looking at him wordlessly.

What did he look like when he was alive...?

Resurrected as a low-level undead creature, Brian's memory is missing a lot. He remembers that he is the son of a chicken farmer, and he remembers that he died of a serious illness, but he just can't remember his face. After rebirth

After all this time, it can't be said that he is still unfamiliar with this skull face, but every time he looks in the mirror, he always has an inexplicable emotion spreading in his heart. Undead creatures should not have emotions, but the lingering feeling in the soul fire

The lingering haze is not emotion, so what else can it be?

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"Everyone has worked hard. Ah, please wait a moment..."

When he saw witches, werewolves and blood elves, Qingyi smiled and took things out of his storage bag like Santa Claus. Allies who had never seen him in human form were stunned.

"Villain" Ethan Glen pushed Ida next to him with his elbow and asked hesitantly: "Is this June Sunshine? Am I right? Is it a fake?"

"Judging from the body odor and soul power, it seems that he is really himself." Ita crossed his arms and stood like a Super Saiyan, extremely domineering.

"Then why is he so polite all of a sudden? Damn it, is the world changing too fast?" Ethan Glenn cursed, stubbornly continuing to look up and down, trying to see through the flaws in the "June Sunshine" in front of him.

The person in charge of the blood elf smiled helplessly and said nothing.

This mansion is very spooky at the moment. This is one of the special undead paradises, the haunted house. Buildings can generally be regarded as closed spaces. When powerful undead creatures linger in the mansion, the death energy overflowing from it will

Filling the entire space, all kinds of incredible weird things will happen in this mansion, such as someone laughing under the bed, or the door suddenly closing automatically. The reason why it is special is that it is not a complete paradise for the undead - it has no aura of death.

The clouds are cloudy and the area is not vast. The one who can turn the mansion into a haunted house is naturally the Bone Tyrant who just arrived today. As soon as he comes, the ghosts who died in the mansion in the past become his slaves.

"Salamon is currently being rebuilt, and everyone can get a share of the pie. I know this new regime very well. They are weak, and various domestic affairs need to get back on track quickly. They are in urgent need of allies." Qingyi continued to move the table.

When the pile was full, he stopped taking out things. "The things here have come to an end. Everyone can go back."

Now even the person in charge of the blood elves was not calm and asked: "Your Majesty, you... don't plan to occupy Salamonro?"

Qingyi was confused by the question and blinked: "Yeah. What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." The blood elf turned his head and muttered to Ethan Glen secretly: "My strength is too low, I can't tell the truth from the lies."

"..." Qingyi: "I can hear you, please."

Yida didn't mean to be joking. She stared at the small mountain of props on the table: "You just said that we can go back? Do you want to... take the responsibility? Are these props supplies?"

"Yes. You have helped me protect Pers very well, so I will pay you every penny. But it may be dangerous next time, so please come back. Thank you very much for your help. This is

I will never forget this friendship." Qingyi sat down calmly and said with a smile.

Ethan Glenn's expression looked like that of a clerk who was finally looking forward to Saturday. He immediately jumped up and said, "Hey, that's what you said. Of course I--"

Yida said: "I'll stay."

"Yes, yes, of course I won't go back -" Ethan Glenn continued with a smile, then he was stunned, and then yelled at the witch: "Are you an idiot? He asked us to leave, and you still stay to die?

"

"I'm an Amazon, and I'm not afraid of any challenge. If I let go of my burdens, I'll be able to exert my fighting power even more." Itda made a bodybuilding pose, and the muscles on her arms bulged.

"Be patient, Mr. Isengren." The person in charge of the blood elf thought thoughtfully: "In fact, our situation is gradually getting better, isn't it? The Twilight Empire has become a sovereign country, and the undead creatures are no longer the public enemies of the world.

, then, the Twilight Cult is no longer a cult, and we can walk on the streets with dignity and no longer fear the hostility of the Astante people. Although they must have resentment in their hearts, they cannot break up with us."

Ethan Glenn sighed: "That's right! We can set up a concession or something, the 'Twilight Concession', how about it?"

"Put those things aside for now." Qingyi waved his hand: "The reason why I asked everyone to leave is because: Jonny is a madman. We cannot use common sense to measure him, he has no scruples. I am an adventurer, I

It doesn't matter if you get killed, but you only live once."

"If the situation becomes critical, I will retreat." Itda insisted on its original intention.

The person in charge of the blood elf also smiled and said: "Anyway, I came here with the determination to die from the beginning. It would be too cowardly to back out now."

Ethan Glenn was speechless and just nodded, seemingly agreeing with what the other two said. Then, Qingyi naturally brought the topic to the Dark Church.

System prompt: During the conversation, you obtained some information about Grigory Rasputin.

Grigory Rasputin: Level 57, Necromancer. Because his father is a high-ranking member of the "Dark Church", he relies on his father's name and is arrogant wherever he goes. He likes others to use honorifics for him. He feels very insecure.

, even if there were more than a dozen people following him, it would not help. He even suffered from insomnia when he was young. Because he was too young, he had never seen many dirty tricks and was easily deceived. He liked to call others by their nicknames (because he felt very

Handsome), his catchphrase is "not worth mentioning". He hopes in his heart that one day, others will not call him "Master Rasputin", but "Master Gregory". His skills include [Elemental Specialization? Dark],

[Bone Resurrection], [Corpse Explosion], [Dark Sky], [Filthy Ball]. When facing low-level opponents, the attack power increases by 10%; when facing high-level opponents, the attack power decreases by 10%.

"Oh, not bad." Qingyi said.

Only the old-school necromancers still insist that "the undead creatures are equal in status to themselves and are those who come according to the contract." The new generation of necromancers regard the undead creatures as servants and cannon fodder. It seems that Gregory

? Rasputin belongs to the latter. He despises undead creatures, and he feels that he can control everything that is related to the word "death". Qingyi likes this kind of person, at least this kind of person is easier to deceive.

"Okay, I'll go visit him tomorrow. Pers, please help me contact him. Now, good night, everyone."

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Early in the morning.

Big Bow Capital, a high-end club.

The lights in the club were bright all night long, and a few musicians were yawning and playing dance music, although no one was dancing now. The hall seemed quite deserted, with a few nobles with their wives chatting by the wall, although everyone wanted to get rid of this boredom as soon as possible.

Social conversations, but no one is willing to be the first to say it.

In the lounge at the end of the corridor, Clavisole showed her naked body in front of the floor-length mirror, looking at herself in pity. Her hands gently caressed her body, her fingers caressing the skin, caressing her neck, brushing her collarbone, and drawing beautiful lines.

The arc of her body stopped at her navel, then went all the way down, rising along the hip line... Looking at her body, her eyes were also covered with mist, as if she loved herself very much. The rich fragrance came from her

It emanates from the body and makes one unable to think.

A Death Raven fluttered over and landed on the mirror stand. Clavisol raised her hand to tease the bird: "I have received the news. Now, please prepare a luxurious building for me.

Things, I want to be able to walk into a fashion store as soon as I leave the house! You can take care of the rest~"

On the big bed next to him, Bigbow's foreign minister was fast asleep, wearing only a pair of underpants, and his crotch was wet. Clavesol tiptoed, approached like a cat, leaned over and bit the man.

on her neck. She sucked for half a minute before she raised her head, swiping the tip of her tongue over her lips, greedily melting every drop of blood into her body. She turned her head and looked at the floor, and found that her underwear had been torn, so she had to pick up a towel.

, tie a knot around the waist and treat it as a short skirt.

She returned to the mirror again, looked left and right at herself wearing only a short skirt, and smiled happily: "You are very charming today!" Then she shook her hair and walked out of the lounge. She smiled at the waiters passing by in the corridor.

(The waiter froze in place) and entered the lounge next door.

Three minutes later, she walked out of the room with a sexy lingerie and a decent long skirt on her body. She entered the next lounge as if there was no one else around, and came out with a top on... After walking through five lounges one by one

, all her clothes were gathered, except of course the underwear. She was now in high spirits, and she naturally had an aura that only a focal figure can have!

[Focus Halo] No matter where she stands, Clavisor can become the focus. It can also temporarily transform the neutral camp into a friendly camp.

She arrived at the club door gracefully, and a magnificently decorated carriage was waiting in front of the steps. Two handsome blood elves were guarding both sides of the door. When they saw Clavisor's arrival, they immediately opened the door for him.

"I'm very satisfied with this car, but the cost can be doubled." Clavesol picked up her skirt and got into the car, smiling at her entourage: "Let's go to our embassy! From today on, Big Bowie
Chapter completed!