Pythagoras walks in the "waiting city".

The red military uniform makes him quite eye-catching, and the black cloak knotted from the right shoulder adds majesty to him. He holds a cane and looks calm, as if he is walking in his own garden, and the guys who are guarding him around him are just his servants.

Man. He came, he saw, and he wanted to conquer.

The Bone Blade Assassin, who was peeking around the corner, took out his "frequency-adjustable walkie-talkie" and said, "Pudding is about to enter Bird Feather Street, nothing unusual." Pudding is the code name of the target person this time.

Rudy, the little prince of the underworld, stood on the roof of the guest house with his two confused souls with his hands folded, overlooking the street. When Pythagoras noticed it, he immediately stopped walking and saluted with an impeccable smile; while Rudy responded with an equal expression.

Etiquette, the small body exudes the temperament of a superior that does not match. Kings do not like the underworld, but after all they must remain in awe of the underworld, because the underworld symbolizes the ultimate death.

"Why is it called Bird Feather Street?" Pythagoras suddenly asked.

"In front is the World Tree, which is the habitat of birds. Due to the frequent activities of birds, the distance between the World Tree and the outside of the city often accumulates feathers, hence the name." Ming Tu introduced.

Walking forward is the Wandering Soul Square. Looking up, the sky is blue - the branches of the World Tree cover the field of vision, and large tracts of blue are pure and beautiful. Even the king will feel ashamed in front of this countless soul fire.

Dagorath stopped here, and he swore that he would never get tired of seeing this scene in his life.

What he wants is not the Empire of Twilight, but the World Tree. If he could swallow the whole tree...

Reluctantly leaving the Wandering Souls Square, the group headed to the palace. Suddenly, two things fell from the sky and hit Pythagoras on the head. Pythagoras subconsciously raised his left arm, only the front of his left arm was visible.

Tear it apart, forming a huge mouth, and fiercely swallow things into it. The next moment, a loud noise and shock waves are transmitted through the flesh and blood, the arm swells to three times in size, and then slowly shrinks back, and thick smoke comes out of the huge mouth.

A loud laugh came from above. It turned out to be a good thing done by a red-skinned kid. He patted everyone on the butt (he was not wearing pants) and flew away quickly.

"That is?"

"The devil from hell, Simon, usually stays in Snow White City. Why today...he likes to play pranks, so don't mind." Mingtu couldn't help but laugh and was horrified. Judging from the power and sound, it was "compressed roaring thunder-

"No matter what," when a high-level combat professional is killed or injured, it has exceeded the standard of "prank". Pythagoras can actually make it explode in the body without being hurt? This physical strength is comparable to that of Oni Xiong's sword without any injuries.

Taboo!

"I heard that the devil does whatever he wants. It seems that he doesn't welcome me very much." Pythagoras's eyes twitched and he silently retracted his left arm.

Simon threw down two things, one was a bomb and the other was a paper ball. Once the bomb exploded, the paper ball would be wiped out. Pythagoras keenly noticed the abnormality, and the inside of his arm was quickly divided into two chambers. The paper ball was

Hooked on his wrist by a small tentacle, the bomb rolled down to his shoulder. At the same time, a large number of fleshy membranes and envelopes were formed before the explosion, isolating the bomb from the ball of paper. At this time, an eye was formed in his arm to see what was written on the paper.

:

"Hey, if you can see these words, it means you are great! I like June Sunshine very much, but it's a pity that he is allied with the underworld, and I hate the underworld very, very much! If you can steal Satan's blood, I can

I have formed an alliance with you openly!"

On the back of the paper is a map of the waiting city, with the Joint Scientific Research Center prominently circled in red pen.

The devil not only does what he wants, but also is chaotic. Can alliances be made so casually? But the devil does not

He is not confused, on the contrary, he is quite smart. He actually uses bombs and invitations to screen partners at the same time, and a lot of witnesses are still being manipulated. He is a target that can be fought for, but he cannot be too trustworthy. The fact that there are not many undead kings in history who are willing to cooperate with demons is a good indication of the problem. They are full of lies and are inconsistent... In the end, no matter which race - including the demons themselves - are not willing to cooperate with demons!

When they arrived at the palace, they were led to the reception room. The door was closed. Black Sharp stood leaning against the door frame with his arms folded and smiled at Pythagoras. Pythagoras also smiled back, as if he had just laughed. They were not the same ones who fought.

Festering Dictator Pythagoras: Level 75, Abomination (undead creature). He is a king born of Abomination. After devouring countless corpses, he naturally formed a body and face that are most in line with public aesthetics, but his left arm still maintains an ugly shape. He couldn't be truly perfect, so he always covered his left arm. He hated his original appearance because it reminded him of his unhappy past. He greedily desires everything, but is afraid of losing. He is a guy who doesn't know what restraint is. He only believes in himself, Use clones to form an administrative organization and rule the territory dictatorially. Durability 75000. Skills you are good at include [Controlling the Undead? King's Majesty], [Devouring], [Killing Souls], [Transplantation], [All Things Are Count], and [Soul Calling] , [Festering Party]. When the durability drops to 1%, the "disintegration" state will be triggered and the combat ability will be lost; in the humanoid state, it can activate [Everything Counts] with its left arm.

Looking at the character information, Black Sharp stretched out his right hand: "If the body search is thorough, you should not be able to carry weapons."

Pythagoras was quiet and obediently handed the staff to Black Sharp. With a little force, Black Sharp separated the head of the staff from the body. Using the head of the staff as a handle, he pulled out a slender bone sword. He couldn't bear it. I whistled, because for some reason, this sword looked very pleasing to the eye, it was perfect, and people couldn't help but have the urge to swing it a few times.

(Christo: "Wow, the ratio is a good standard 0.618!")

Golden Section: The sword that was born when the corrupt dictator ascended the throne is a national artifact in a sense, but because the territory is too small, it does not seem to be recognized by the world. Sword, physical attack 100-150, All attributes +5. When causing damage to abominations and constructed creatures, the "disintegration" effect will be triggered 100% of the time. When damage is caused to targets other than the Undead King, the "disability" effect will be triggered 100% of the time. The attack speed is medium, the load is 10, and the durability is 100. %, the target is required to be the King of the Undead or a heroic undead creature, and it is bound after being equipped. It cannot be dropped or traded.

This is a soul equipment (you can feel that the soul fragments of Pythagoras are contained in it), but it does not come with any skills? But even so, the properties of this sword are already quite incredible - 100% triggers "disintegration" ", what is the concept of "disability"? Whoever cuts him will fall! If Black Sharp was holding this sword just now, Hate Kulaken would be cut into squid shreds if he met him!

"Good sword." The bone sword was sheathed.

Pythagoras looked into his sharp black eyes: "If you come to my side, I will give you this sword."

The king made a promise, and no one would think that Pythagoras was joking, so Black Sharp became the focus of attention. Black Sharp knew that the other party was probably interested in the King's killer ability, and smiled: "What are you talking about, I am the Twilight Empire

Boss, how can I work for you? Please come in."

The door to the reception room opened, and Manager Jonte stood up to greet him; Love, who had just arrived, followed the manager carelessly, trying his best to eliminate his own presence; Diesel held the

Paper and pen, used as recorders of meetings, have no sense of existence without much effort.

"Welcome, your respected Majesty Pythagoras." Jonte's first sentence expressed the empire's view: the festering dictator is undoubtedly the king of the undead.

"Nice to meet you, Chief Jonte."

Everyone sat down, and servants filed in to serve tea to everyone. This was Jonte's hospitality etiquette during his lifetime, and it must be carried out meticulously after his death.

"First of all, I want to apologize for some friction and conflict." Pythagoras said.

Black Sharp nodded, meaning "I'm listening, continue."

"Our troops were patrolling the Sea of ​​Bones and encountered a floating island where adventurers were stationed. Based on a misjudgment, some unpleasant things happened with them."

Black Sharp frowned and grinned, exchanging tacit glances with Nether Tu. My dear friend, you are so easy to tell lies.

"Of course, when I realized my mistake, I fully withdrawn my troops."

Manager Jonte glanced at the Soul Fire Monster. The Soul Fire Monster disappeared in a whoosh.

"Why are we patrolling?" Mingtu held the teacup with the gesture of holding a beer mug: "We have dedicated personnel responsible for maintaining law and order, and the territory is very safe. Considering the cost, it is most cost-effective to disband the troops."

Pythagoras smiled and said: "Because Festering Island is a little special, I am not worried about my personal safety, but I am worried about the safety of the people."

He was right, the Festering Island will swallow up all life, but for this reason to run rampant in the sea of ​​bones, he takes himself too seriously. Black Sharp gestured: "I suggest building a fence around the Festering Island

, then it’ll be fine.”

Pythagoras: "You have a great sense of humor."

Suddenly, the soul fire spirit monster appeared and said in the manager's ear: "He is right, all attacks have been suspended, and the hatred has left!"

Manager: "That is just a private matter between you and the adventurer, but I would like to remind you that within the empire, although armed conflict is not prohibited, it is prohibited to disrupt the order of the empire, and it is also prohibited to rob or steal floating islands." If the previous sentence is

The opening statement was to affirm Pythagoras' status, but now it is obvious that he is lowering his status - even if you are the King of the Undead, you must abide by the rules of the empire, no different from adventurers.

As if not hearing the voice-over, Pythagoras said: "I came here because I want my own country."

"Your so-called rotten island," he said, emphasizing the pronunciation of "so-called", "is actually a floating island. Legally speaking, you only have the right to use it, but not ownership."

"We have different views on this issue, but I am not here to argue today. I repeat: I want my own country, and I did not say that the country must be divided from the Twilight Empire."

Jonte put down the tea cup: "What do you mean?..."

"You are fighting against Astante. As mercenaries, the land you conquered does not belong to you. Isn't it a pity? I am willing to withdraw from the Twilight Empire and fight for you with all my strength. The reward is land, which will not harm

Your interests."

This proposal is quite tempting. It is a win-win situation for both parties. The Twilight Empire has eliminated a personal problem, and Pythagoras no longer has to rely on others.

The steward pondered for a long time, then picked up the teacup again, not drinking, but just holding it: "Has Mr. Bray expressed his opinion on your decision?"
Chapter completed!