"The path to certain destruction is unpredictable, because the nature of the twilight thing is never contained in its appeal."
A deep, hoarse voice echoed in the bedroom of the ruler of Ribblade Street.
This bedroom that can be described with horrific colors is now filled with a crazy beauty that is almost artistic. A total of seventeen rotting corpses were dressed in ill-fitting children's clothes, with stiff smiles on their faces, and the joints all over their bodies were as soft as
Broken dolls are generally scattered around the room.
Perhaps for this reason, even though it was only dusk, the undead ruler had already closed all the heavy curtains in the entire room.
In the center of the entire room, a simple magic circle outlined with blood flashed and emitted a steady signal. A child's eyeball placed steadily in the center of the magic circle stretched out many tentacles.
It forms the shape of a mouth in the air, opening and closing to say something.
"Master, please forgive me."
If an outsider saw this scene, they would definitely show an expression of astonishment. The undead occupying an area in the City of Fortune is kneeling in front of the mouth made of tentacles like a devout believer, not even daring to raise his head, just respectful.
Prone on the ground respectfully.
"I am surrounded by stupid people, and I don't know how to reveal the end of the world to them...Master, please tell me, should I use a gentler method or..."
"You should not hesitate on this matter, Kasa," the twisted lips emerging from the tentacles pursed slightly, showing an unhappy angle, "Although the omniscient and omnipotent N'Zoth gave us an explanation, we still
We have an obligation to explain the inevitable doomsday from a more desperate perspective, because there is no hope in this world, and it is our greatest glory to wake up ignorant people from their dreams."
"……yes."
The undead man known as Casa looked hesitant: "But Master, do we really want to release those walking corpses? They will definitely destroy the City of Fortune."
"On the contrary, with the help of the Tree of Passion, these zombies will restore order in the City of Fortune."
The low and hoarse voice gradually softened: "In the past, with your help, we, the Society of Truth, have driven Farina away. Now, there is no druid in this city who can stop this ritual."
"Casa, the truth will need you now."
That husky voice was as gentle as an elder's, full of encouragement.
"...Let me think about it."
Kasa nodded heavily and reached out to interrupt the ceremony.
He just knelt alone in the terrifying and monotonous bedroom that was as narrow as a torture chamber, and remained silent for a long time.
Then he decided to start praying.
——Pray for those who are about to be killed by him.
But just as his eulogy was entering the second quarter, there was a sudden knock on the door under the floor of the empty room.
No, it would be too frivolous to call it a knock on the door - it was just a simple collision.
It was the sound of a physical body slamming against the thin iron door. It felt like someone was grabbing someone by the neck and slamming him against the door repeatedly.
But after careful analysis, it seems that it is not...
Kasa opened his eyes, frowned and looked at a corner of his room.
There is a secret door he set up. You can reach the sewer through this secret door. He usually sneaks into the sewer through this secret door to bury spine-dwelling insects for the walking corpses.
Although the bloody, smelly and filthy worms grown from the spinal cords of walking corpses cannot be used at all, fortunately, these worms look no different from ordinary ridge worms, and at least they can be sold smoothly.
go.
As for Kasa, what he does is a one-shot deal. Anyone who dares to ask him for compensation will be left in the sewer to breed spineworms.
This secret passage is Casa's most important capital here. Even if his capital on the surface is severely defeated, as long as this secret passage is not discovered, he can both escape and make a comeback. With the necessary vigilance,
Well, he didn't even mention it to his closest subordinates.
Therefore, the guards must not be called.
Casa frowned, took out an exquisite gemstone necklace from his arms, wrapped it around his right wrist, and then carefully opened the secret door.
But to his surprise, what was behind the secret door was not a drunken tramp or an assassin with a poisonous dagger, but a half-rotten zombie with a white paper taped to his forehead.
"..."
Casa's first feeling was that he was being teased.
But when he saw the texture of the white paper clearly, his expression immediately became serious. In order to prevent the zombie's roar from attracting the guards, Casa first stretched out his hand and pinched the neck of the zombie, supporting it to move.
The negative energy was completely drained.
After blessing himself with magical powers that made him immune to poisons and curses, Kasa reached out his hand and took off the note on the forehead of the walking corpse.
Then he was immediately shocked by the first sentence on the note——
"No more politeness here, dear Mr. Casa. You can call me Orlando. Maybe you don't know me, but you just need to know that the explosion that is happening in the City of Fortune is all caused by me."
"So, do you know me now?"
...Is this man a madman?
But where did he get my name?
Casa raised his eyebrows, then looked down: "What I want is very simple. As long as Mr. Casa opens the Tillance Dam. Yes - I know that the key is in your hand.
You don’t need to be nervous, I am the only one who knows about this, and I will not reveal the name of a close ally.”
"Although I think that we need to have some kind of friendly and intimate conversation... but out of unnecessary worry, I will explain all the situations."
"——To put it simply, if you don't do what I say, from now on, I will blow up a building next to you every minute. You have about three minutes to think about it. If after three minutes I
If you don’t receive the news about the opening of Tillans Dam, then those cute big guys will regretfully let you see the supreme truth in advance——”
The handwriting on the note became more scrawled as it went to the back, and the last stroke even scratched the paper, dragging a long trace outside the note.
Kasa's face looked ugly, and his hands trembling while holding the note.
Absolutely a lunatic.
"This man is definitely a lunatic..."
Kassa kept repeating this sentence, frozen in place not knowing what to do. The sudden change made his mind confused.
At this moment, a huge roar caused the ground beneath Casa's feet to shake violently. The corpses in children's clothes in his room rolled irregularly on the ground, and parts fell from time to time.
Unlike the previous explosions that occurred on Broken Maw Avenue, these two recent explosions were getting closer and closer to where he was. Until this time, Casa finally felt the power of the explosion.
Finally, Casa realized personally that that lunatic could really do what he said.
"Tillans Dam...?"
For the first time, Casa began to think about the feasibility of this proposal. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net