On the sea of ​​bones, there is an island covered with muscle tissue - or should I say, a layer of sarcoma - floating. From the outline of the flesh, it can be vaguely seen that various artificial buildings once existed on this island. The streets are also covered with flesh film.

Covering it, some parts of the fleshy membrane are translucent, and the masonry lines underneath can be seen, while some parts are fleshy and bulging, and the huge blood vessels coiled above it still beat from time to time, and it is unknown what kind of liquid is being transported or what kind of fluid it is transporting.

Where to go. In the very center of the island, there is a towering flesh tower. The outside of the tower is spirally surrounded by stairs made of huge bones as steps for tourists to climb up - if there will really be tourists on this island.

There are also creatures on the island. There are many birds landing on the "roof" and "walls", whether they are rotten vultures, night peregrine falcons and death ravens, they are leisurely pecking at the flesh and will swim in the flesh.

The moving parasites were dug out. Some flesh slimes rolled happily around the island. If they were motionless, they might be mistaken for just a piece of rotten meat. There were also many free soul fires that were absorbed by the flesh.

The tower attracts and diverts light from the sea to provide lighting for the island.

Under the meat tower, a conversation is taking place.

"How do you feel?" Schroeder Bray asked with a smile.

A man standing in front of him closed his eyes and said sincerely: "It's great. I feel like I can perfectly control my body and will no longer be tortured by mental imprints."

This man was wearing a black cloak. He was tall and straight, and looked majestic, but his face was as delicate as a young man. He had chestnut curly hair, and his eyes were full of fanaticism, arrogance, and murderous intent, just like a man from an ancient empire.

Although the king has no crown, everyone submits to him. His figure and face are pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at them. He does not appear too wide or narrow, too long or too short, too fat or too thin, which makes him delicate and graceful.

The violent nature contained in him is also very pleasing to the eye, and it is not surprising or inconsistent at all. If you want to find a phrase to accurately define him, it would be... "golden ratio". Every aspect of him naturally reaches the golden ratio.

, coordinated and perfect. He is the reborn 4409, and his current name is Pythagoras, and the people call him His Majesty the Festering Dictator.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a door opened behind him. Inside the door was the boundless sea of ​​stars and the unfathomable black void. He turned around and looked at the bottom of the world inside the door, where there were a bunch of gray waves, which were crashing and rotating.

It made a deafening sound. Those gray waves were the embodiment of the spiritual brand. After Pythagoras obtained the "Will of the King of the Dead", the brand was sucked into the "Gate of Starry Night" and could never affect him.

"Those mental marks that have tortured me for so long, looking back now, are just a small bump in the road of life." Pythagoras leaned on his cane, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"Yeah, that's good!" Schroeder, who had been peeking inside the door, nodded heavily and agreed after hearing this.

After closing the door, Pythagoras turned around and knelt down on one knee again: "You gave me new life."

"Oh, don't mention the disgusting words anymore! I know your thoughts, don't worry, I will definitely support you and prevent you from being swallowed up by the bone tyrant. You know, I admire you most for being smart and understanding.

A man of sense!" Schroeder glanced at Qiancaihua Jack beside him with satisfaction.

Jack quickly knelt down on one knee and lowered his head: "What else can I say? I have followed you from the past and I will never change in the future!"

"Hahaha, you will be partners from now on. This island belongs to Pythagoras, and Jack, you will assist him in governing. As long as we all work together, the future is in our hands!"

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"Waiting City", Joint Scientific Research Center.

After the alarm was lifted, all the gates were opened, the poisonous gas was evacuated, and all channels returned to normal. Fortunately, Qiancaihua Jack only killed people and did not have time to destroy important technical documents. The researchers busily began to mark various materials, because according to the latest

According to monitoring, the murderers of the Holy See have approached the warning line, so the scientific research center must prepare for evacuation. If it were not for the Jack of Colors falling from the sky, everyone would have evacuated one after another five minutes ago.

"Is everyone okay? By the way, has anyone seen Master Patra?!" Ström shouted. Fermat continued to have epilepsy, and Waterborough's legs were crushed into pieces of paper, leaving only his body and soul.

They are all healthy, and everything is piled on his shoulders, so he is very busy.

A colleague ran out from behind the documents as high as a hill: "Found it! Just now Master Patra suffered from Alzheimer's disease and ran to the west of the city! Now his students are coaxing him back!"

"That's good! Come on, come on, let's get ready to go - eh? Why are you here?" Strum's eyes flashed, and the soul fire familiar appeared in front of him. After listening to the little guy's wavelength, he ate

Startled, he leaned back sharply: "What? The cordon was lifted? Why——"

His back was leaning against the hill of documents, and the already precariously piled folders immediately lost their balance, pressing him down like a flood and smashing his head. He secretly hated himself for being careless again.

He was careless and waved his hands and feet with abandon, trying to float himself out of the folder. At this time, a hand grabbed him and pulled him out. When he looked at the light, he saw that his robe was in tatters and covered with dust.

Ryan.

"Director, you are back..."

Brian said calmly: "It's okay. The three 'demigods' on the World Tree have already solved the Holy See fleet for us, and the guy who wreaked havoc on the scientific research center should not come back again."

"But, look here." Strum raised his hand, motioning the other party to pay attention to the ceilings and walls with scars, as well as some document fragments that were collected and waiting to be restored. This is a place where countless researchers have devoted their energy.

The scientific research center is in devastation.

"I know that we have lost a lot, but the most important thing is that no one died. If you are still alive, there is still hope, right? I want to apply to His Majesty to renovate the entire scientific research center and recruit more researchers.

.Our tomorrow will be better.”

Strum couldn't help but squat down, holding his head and sobbing. The soul fire familiar who had been avoiding him came to his side and touched his back gently, every time, very gently.

Brian looked at the skylight. There was no sunshine there, only thick clouds. He said to himself:

“Winter is coming, can spring be far behind (Shelley’s famous quote)?”

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"The Waiting City", Royal Palace.

After hearing the news, Manager Jont went out to greet him. He never expected that Hades' injuries were more serious than he thought. But he still did not forget to maintain his noble demeanor and said to the little devil: "You must be Mr. Simon, right? Very

Glory——”

"Hurry up and save people, old man. It doesn't matter to me whether you want to be polite or not, but maybe he won't be able to handle your next polite words." Simon pointed to Hades with a playful smile. The wind blew by, and his loincloth became very soft.

So elegant that his chicken-chicken disappears and appears.

"Thank you for your consideration." The manager took a step forward, squatted down neatly, took out various medical equipment from the pockets inside the dress, and said to Simon without raising his head: "A dedicated person will take you to the guest house to stay. The situation

It’s special, please forgive me for being negligent.”

Simon did not leave with the attendant, but watched with interest: "Wow, how do you know medical treatment?"

"An excellent butler must be proficient in everything, including first aid for the master. Master Mingtu, you are so seriously injured, why don't you just go to the blood pool?" Jonte said reproachfully in the second half of the sentence.

Mingtu was lying on the stretcher, letting the old man fiddle with him: "The matter is too urgent. I ask again, is it true that Jonny won't come after him?"

"Thanks to Master Brian."

"That's good, that's good. Alas, it's a pity that the kid can't wait a few more minutes." Mingtu sighed. Nothing happened when Rudy was there. When this person disappeared, Mingtu felt that the guy was quite interested in him.

of.

Manager Jonte thought more: "We cannot bear the responsibility of a king of the undead dying in our land, no matter if he is the son of Hades. Of course, everyone has his own destiny, you

Don’t worry too much.”

"Destiny? Humph, the boss will never agree with your words." Mingtu clenched his remaining fist and said viciously: "I don't believe in fate, and neither of us does! Undead creatures have already escaped the shackles of fate.

Talking about 'fate' will only make people laugh! Maybe if I had just worked harder, Rudy could have survived!"

"His Royal Highness Rudy can live, what about you? Change is not always a good thing. At least in my opinion, it is the best result for both you and Mr. Simon to live." Jonte said lightly: "Maybe it's what I have experienced.

Only when you have too many things can you believe in 'fate'. In any case, His Highness Rudy's death must not be known to His Highness Suo'er."

"Of course, although I do things more directly, don't think that I don't have common sense! By the way, I have a question that I still can't figure out. You and Brian hid the soulfire familiar when discussing things. Why can the little girl still

Know so many things?" Mingtu pointed to the spider web in the corner of the ceiling, half jokingly and half seriously: "Could it be the spider who told her?"

Three seconds later, the expressions of both Hades and Jonte changed. Simon, who did not understand the situation, asked curiously: "What's the matter? What's the matter? Are you all constipated?"

………………………………

"The above is everything that happened when you left." With a hint of heaviness, Brian ended the report.

Qingyi slowly removed his hands from his face, straightened his waist, and took a deep breath as if he wanted to embrace nature. He opened his mouth, stood up, and walked to the window.

After a while, he asked: "What did Hades say?"

"Hitherto the underworld has remained silent."

"So, how's Suo'er doing?"

This time it was Brian's turn to be speechless. He shook his head: "Please go and see for yourself."

Qingyi suddenly turned his head. From this angle, his neck looked particularly thin.
Chapter completed!