It was still the familiar small building, and there were still uninvited visitors, but this time the guests came, which made me have the urge to shout for help.
Opposite the coffee table was a sleepy old man, with a snow-white beard that rested on the soles of his feet. His slovenly appearance was somewhat similar to that of a tramp, but the magic power under his decrepit body was as deep as the sea.
Sitting across from me, I could feel the endless magic, but there was no ripple outside the room.
"...Eternal Night? What a perfect life form."
The old man put down the tea cup and slowly stared at the cup in his hand. He seemed very satisfied with the tea in it, but I knew that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at me.
"Lord of Withering" Sandro, the master of the Bone Plane, Biesso and the senior Undead Emperor, the former chief consul of the Tali Republic, and this time, he is also the Undead Emperor who came to this plane.
one of the most prestigious.
Not long ago, he performed an incredible instantaneous forbidden spell in front of the masters of the Kingdom of Mage. However, only those who understand his research field know that it is not a forbidden spell, but only a forbidden spell.
Conventional magic with the power of curses.
He should be confronting the ** division and the giant dragon on the front line of Bayer now. At this time, he appeared in front of me silently. I only received the battle report two days ago. He was inspecting the front line. It seems that either he
It's the ability to teleport over a wide range, or it just deceived everyone.
Those squinted presbyopic eyes have never been opened, but the eyes of the soul have seen through everything. That "perfect life form" probably refers not only to the physical body, but also to the soul.
And when he looked at me, I was also trying my best to analyze the other person's existence.
"Withered One", "Waterless Dust", "Bones Spider Emperor". Each undead emperor matured on the basis of countless corpses. Facing such an opponent, I dare not slack off at all.
"...What did the old-timer come for? Resurrection?"
Sandro is also a member of the natural undead. If he came here for this reason, it can be completely explained.
But Sandro shook his head and said nothing. There was an inexplicable mockery on his half-smiling expression, as if I had underestimated him just now.
"The living belong to the sunshine. The dead return to the dust. I am not one of those juniors who miss the past. How can I be obsessed with life and death? I came to you, but I came to you because of the Chengruo you mentioned before."
Chengruo? I was stunned. It’s not that I don’t have Chengruo, but there are too many messy Chengruo. What I promised to the opponent on the battlefield were basically nonsense to sway the opponent. When I expressed my goodwill to the Republic of Tali, there was a lot of white paper.
Hit. When I asked about it, I didn’t know which one it was.
But soon, with a turn of his head, if Sandro could drop the important things in his hands and come over, the grade would naturally be higher, so there was only one possibility...
"Land?"
And Sandro nodded slowly, which undoubtedly proved my guess, and I was a little surprised.
What I proposed is just a plane other than the main plane. For the undead emperors who are determined to be on the main plane, it should be just a backup option. I expect that they will come to talk to me after being frustrated. Now the undead army is gaining momentum.
Sheng, are you starting to look for a way out?
I didn't hide my surprise because I also needed an explanation from the other party.
"...You did a good job, really, so good that we all had differences."
I think I need a translator. This old man just likes to say some nonsense, and then let people guess. If you guess right, it is natural. If you guess wrong, you will look stupid.
"oh……"
Okay, old man, I'll play with you and let's all guess together. I said this exclamation calmly, then shut up, and the room fell into a strange silence.
"Ahem, Phil, please help me."
It seemed that he couldn't bear the glare. From his shadow walked out his subordinate, who was dressed as a middle-aged gentleman... a mummy?
"Hello, Your Majesty Yongye, my Lord has not spoken for too many years. Please allow me to express his words."
Haven't spoken for a long time? It's indeed understandable. After all, it's enough for the undead of a lower level than yourself to give orders directly with your mind. Those of the same level and higher? No, even if you communicate with other undead emperors, you can probably send your subordinates directly.
It seems that it’s not that I like playing riddles, but that I simply have too few opportunities to speak, which has led to the deterioration of my speech ability? This is really a luxury problem. I nodded and told the guests to help themselves.
"My Lord, you have done a great job. We can't believe that the undead can live so harmoniously with the living. It reminds us of the attitude towards the living during the heyday of the Republic.
On the occasion, several undead emperors had differences..."
The mummy named Phil is not like any of his kind. He is a quick talker. From his description, I gradually understood the other person's situation.
Contrary to what I had guessed before, the governors of the Republic of Tali had differences from the beginning regarding their return. Some undead emperors longed for the reconstruction of the Republic of Tali, some just wanted to come to the main plane to harvest souls and flesh, and some
I didn't even plan to move, I just didn't come.
And even among the Reconstructionists, their attitude towards the living can be completely different, so their behavior can also be completely different...
Let’s use an individual as an example. Esso is the backbone of the Returnists, but his attitude towards the living is relatively relaxed. He hopes to build a new Republic of Tali where the living and the dead can reproduce together and realize the return of civilization. And he is also an old-timer.
Emperor Sandro the Great, who was the consul, also came from the time when the living and the dead lived together. His political views in this regard were similar and they were almost hardcore.
But even "Heng", who is very close to Esso, is also a die-hard returnist, but she is full of hostility towards the living. She originally did not have a strong desire to return, but some time ago, she was bent on revenge and planned to
He established a country of the dead in the main plane, and with his greatly improved personal strength, he vaguely became the leader of the murderous faction.
After entering the main plane, whether to use the undead natural disasters to kill all the way and turn all the living into the dead directly leads to the conflict of concepts.
"There are only a few people, but there are so many factions and differences. It's just because of your hard work..."
Phil, who was tied with a cloth strip, couldn't see his expression clearly. But Sandro looked tired and seemed to have a headache.
"There is no way, those are all unique His Majesty..."
I nodded. Of course I can understand that those guys who can surpass the theoretical limits and become the Undead Emperor are all paranoid, and one of the characteristics of paranoia is that they are self-centered and extremely difficult to compromise.
Moreover, these undead emperors are the supreme beings who rule a plane and a continent alone. In addition, they are also from the masters who despise the gods. After so many years, it would be strange if they are easy to deal with.
I have made a guess that since they are all from the Dharma family, the way the undead emperors get along with each other should be similar to the joint mechanism of the Parliament of Truth. Everyone is an authority in their own field. Naturally, they are all bigots who do not listen to others.
They can only act together for common interests, forget about superiors and subordinates, and reason. No one can convince anyone.
Other powerful beings can also use strength to distinguish superiority from inferiority. The status of masters of the same class has little to do with strength. Who is the boss with great strength? That is not like the barbarian they despise the most!
Moreover, many times the result of a magic battle is not only a battle of strength but also a battle of wits. Luck is also very important. If the order of the moves is changed, the result may be completely different. Two people who are not much different can fight again at a different time, and the results will be completely different.
The possibility is very high.
And even if you use your strength to compete, everyone may break through a bottleneck in their own field, and then their strength will increase dramatically, and then the results will change, and the constantly changing rankings can only become a joke.
"Probably the most difficult people to deal with in the world are dictators and crazy and paranoid scientists. The undead emperors are both. It is a miracle that they can live together peacefully. Perhaps, the feelings of compatriots in the past were also very strong...
But there seems to be a gap that can be grasped.”
Based on the above speculations, the alliance of the Undead Emperors must be an extremely loose alliance, and all the Undead Emperors are almost equal in status... So when I heard that they were unanimous in recommending Bayer, I couldn't believe it.
"Five of us like Heloise and I join forces to play mahjong? Is it possible to live in harmony? Just dream."
My prediction is that each of them will lead an army, open a gate to a plane and attack a country on their own, and whatever they conquer will be their own. This is the most suitable war strategy for them.
"His Majesty Esso and His Majesty Heng are no longer here, and all your Majesties can no longer reach an agreement just to allocate the main attack positions. So, under the suggestion of His Majesty Hypnos, the five Majesties decided to make a joint attempt... This is
It’s the first time to join forces, but judging from the results, I’m afraid it’s also the last time.”
It turns out that spies from the Tali Republic have been wandering around in the North over the years, and the way the undead and the living of the Lan Alliance get along has made those veteran undead emperors very excited. They suggested that they should not form blood feuds with the living from the beginning, and leave reconciliation behind.
room.
But as soon as the irritable Hypnos started fighting, he lost the Scourge of the Undead, and it started snowballing.
He also saw accurately and knew that once something crosses the line, there is no turning back. And those undead emperors from the Harmony Sect, seeing that things have become so helpless, are not good men and women, and they will not show mercy to their enemies, so they all work together
Pushed flat.
Then it was great to push all the way through, but halfway through the push, the team started to split.
Those who think that grabbing a handful is enough, and ask not to go to other weak countries to harvest souls from hard bones like Bayer, are represented by Emperor Anina of the Black Jue plane. Her qualifications are only average among everyone, and she is exactly what is needed.
She uses a large number of souls to strengthen herself. In a sense, she is also the only undead emperor who has a realistic desire for war.
The one who heard that the troll empire was resurrected and was so angry that he wanted to turn around and fight the trolls was the Marshal of the Bones who also experienced the era of the troll empire.
Like Esso, he comes from the profane plane. In a sense, he is Esso's brother and his subordinate... It is worth mentioning that even Sandru also wants to cause trouble for the trolls.
The senior consul of the Republic of Tali, who had not emerged from the bloody battle between humans and trolls, had long been unable to resolve the blood feud, and even their obsession with resurrection from the dead.
Xiupunos, the great dead witch from the plane of mist death, is not only the youngest in appearance but also inwardly. He cannot understand the persistence of those old antiques towards trolls. He has a good relationship with Heng, who is full of second degrees.
With the goal of establishing the Kingdom of the Dead, his current goal is to fight all the way to the capital of Bayer.
Emperor Sonoma of the Bloodshed Plane is probably the weirdest one. No one knows what he is thinking. He leaves without saying goodbye during the journey, leaving only a clone behind. And it is precisely because of his
Leaving alone caused the Undead Emperors to suffer some losses in the subsequent spell battle.
And the last one is Grandpa Sandro in front of me. His choice... He has already arrived in front of me. Coupled with his identity as a Harmony Sect, it undoubtedly explains everything.
"Your Majesties are all so unique..."
Although he still had no expression, I could hear a cry from Phil's voice.
Yes, five people are divided into five factions, and they do whatever they want without caring about their allies. This trait is so strong that it cannot be evaluated.
In fact, I have already felt it. It is estimated that if they have a few undead emperors, they will be divided into several factions, and the final outcome will not be different at all.
"You guys have worked really hard..."
Being the subordinate of this group of extremely self-centered bastards is absolutely miserable. My words are sincere and full of sympathy and understanding.
"You, just understand. You are worthy of being the only new His Majesty in modern times.
Mummy Phil's face was full of emotion, as if he saw the dawn of the future.
"...Do you finally understand our hard work? Do you still remember the Sulfur Mountain?"
Heloise's words were transmitted from the spiritual link. Are you going to give up on people if you don't complain? I'm better than these guys...
Recalling the past Sulfur Mountain City, all kinds of deceptions and explosion scenes flashed through my mind, causing trouble for my subordinates? The scene where Diana was so angry that she vomited blood came to mind again and again, and I spoke softer and quieter.
No confidence.
"Ahem, if Heng and Esso are both here...as long as Esso is still here, we should still be able to sit down and talk."
It seems that he feels a little embarrassed. Sandro's words are full of helplessness. In a sense, this cannot be entirely blamed on the poor coordination of the Undead Emperor. This alliance of the Undead Emperor was organized by Esso, and now the organization
The two are no longer here, so there is nothing we can do about this.
I finally understand. It turns out that when the undead emperors came up and attacked with all their strength, they were not decisive, but they knew it well. If it drags on for a long time, this loose alliance will collapse on its own. While they can still fight, a wave of people from all over the world will come.
, if the opponent cannot block it, he will win in a daze, and if he blocks it, he will be defeated.
Now that Bayer has just blocked this wave, the five great emperors have five thoughts and five actions. Even the God of Destiny can't see what will happen next.
I see that the silent Sandro in front of me is becoming more and more friendly. Obviously, he does not represent the Alliance of the Undead Emperors now, but represents himself.
He said that the living and the dead in the Lan Alliance had a very good relationship with each other, which undoubtedly showed his attitude.
Perhaps, this is a once-in-a-lifetime breakthrough... (To be continued.)
