In the human camp, ‘Dyson’ looked a little pale and was eating cakes.
Just now, he suddenly felt palpitation and weakness. He wondered if he had hypoglycemia, but even after eating several pastries, there was no change. How could this happen? Did he need to take medicine?
One of his men rushed in crawling and rolling, and said in a hurry: "Report to your lord, Ann, Anthony is rebelling, sir. Sir, I came to the camp and asked to see you, sir. He said that he is also an archbishop and a servant of God. Please invite me."
Meet in front of Lord Dyson’s camp.”
'Dyson''s face turned pale. He knew what he was, but Anthony actually wanted to see him? What should he do?
"Which direction did he come from? Didn't the Dwarf King react at all?" 'Dyson' suppressed the panic in his heart, retracted his hand into his sleeve and pressed something.
The subordinate said with a strange expression: "He, he came from the dwarf camp."
‘Dyson’’s legs are weak, and Anthony comes from the dwarf camp. What does that mean? Does it mean that the dwarf king has surrendered to Anthony?
'Dyson' pondered for a moment, on the surface he was thinking, but actually he was pressing the thing in his sleeve.
It was an emergency communicator, using a very secretive method that produced almost no fluctuations. It was a very secretive means of communication, and gamblers often used it to collude and deceive others when playing cards.
The technique is secretive and can convey little information. There is only a slight fever, but it is enough to convey a critical signal.
But the news got out, but no feedback was received.
'Dyson' had no choice but to ask: "How many people did Anthony bring?"
"Only himself."
'Dyson's' eyes suddenly lit up: "Really? It's just him? How brave he is. Come on, let's call everyone together and hack him to death at the door."
The subordinate said hesitantly: "Sir, Sir Anthony also said that he knows your biggest secret. If you don't want the secret to be leaked, it is best to go to see him alone. Also, calling everyone together may not be able to kill him. He
In the middle between us and the dwarf camp, if there are too many of us, he will definitely run away."
‘Dyson’’s whole back felt cold. His biggest secret? Could it be that he was discovered when he was a child and watched his neighbor’s tauren aunt take a shower?
Ah, he is Archbishop Dyson now, could it be...
There was no response from the communicator in his hand. The ominous premonition in Dyson's heart became more and more serious. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and come to the camp.
In the open space in the distance, Anthony stood with his staff in hand. There was a basket in front of him, covered with black cloth, and he didn't know what was placed in it.
Seeing Dyson appear, Anthony said nothing, pointed to the basket in front of him, and then backed away dozens of meters.
"What do you mean? Let me go over and look at the basket? What's in the basket?" Dyson said in confusion. He casually nodded to one of his men and said, "Go and see what's in the basket."
But as soon as the subordinate took two steps, Anthony's voice rang out: "I advise you to go and see for yourself. That is your biggest secret. If others see it, you don't have to live."
His subordinates looked back at him hesitantly. 'Dyson' hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and walked over by himself. He gathered his holy power and looked at Anthony warily.
The opponent has already retreated dozens of meters. If there is any danger, he can retreat in time.
After walking to a similar distance, 'Dyson' waved his hand and blew away the black cloth on the basket. When he looked inside, what he saw scared him so much that he sat down on the ground and saw his own head.
'Dyson' knew at a glance that it was true, and instantly understood why he had palpitations and weakness just now, why the communicator kept not responding, and why he was dead.
There was a wave of wizard eyes in the camp behind him. Apparently someone saw Dyson being frightened and released the wizard eyes to see what was in the basket.
Dyson suddenly remembered Anthony's words "the biggest secret", subconsciously rushed over to pull up the black cloth, and yelled: "Who is showing the wizard's eye randomly?! Lord Anthony and I are discussing confidential matters, spying on military intelligence, right?
?Drag it down and chop it."
"Ah? No? It's not my fault..." There was an exclamation in the camp, and then there was no sound soon.
Anthony walked over leisurely and greeted with a smile: "Mr. Dyson." The name was deliberately elongated, with a condescending flavor.
But how could 'Dyson' be in the mood to care about this? He looked at Anthony in panic, feeling as if the hand of fate was tightly strangling his throat.
Anthony smiled and said: "Lord Dyson, this guy pretending to be you happened to be touched by me. How about it? Do you like this gift?"
Impersonating?! ‘Dyson’ stared at Anthony with wide eyes and disbelief.
Anthony leaned over and said softly: "You can still be Lord Dyson, with endless wealth in your hands, loyal warriors under your command, countless beauties of all races in your family, and an ally who supports you."
When talking about allies, Anthony patted his chest.
Dyson suddenly realized the meaning of Anthony's words, and his heart couldn't help but beat wildly. This was a path he had never imagined.
Anthony continued to whisper: "No one can tell the difference between you except Guliani. As long as I don't tell you, even Guliani can't deny your identity. You can enjoy everything that belongs to Dyson.
I heard that Lord Dyson likes mature beauties of all races the most, do you like them?"
Anthony's tone was exactly the same as that of those demons, which made Dyson's blood surge to the point where he almost lost control.
But suddenly something came to mind, and 'Dyson' shook his head in embarrassment.
Anthony smiled and said: "What's unspeakable? Traces of corrosion?" As he spoke, he took out a cup of pills from his arms.
‘Dyson’ responded in a low voice: “Scars of rot.”
One 'eclipse' and the other 'rotten', the effect is ten times stronger, but Anthony was prepared and took out another bottle: "Enhanced version."
'Dyson' still shook his head: "Just taking medicine will not cure the traces of rot. Scars will still form on the skin, and special techniques are needed to remove them."
Anthony was still prepared and took out a stack of beauty and freckle removal vouchers, exclusive to Beauty City.
During this period of time, in order to target Meishen City, 'Dyson' read a lot of information about this place and has a deeper understanding of it than most people.
Secret intelligence cannot be spied on, but the effects of the business scope can be collected through normal channels. Those ladies who have just returned from Meishen City will definitely describe everything about Meishen City with the greatest enthusiasm, and then become
The focus of everyone at the party.
'Dyson' breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried, and said in a deep voice: "Sir Anthony, what do you need me to do?"
Anthony smiled slightly: "Be your Lord Dyson."
Dyson nodded. From now on, he is Dyson, without the need for quotation marks.
As for what Anthony said, he understood it clearly. When his good Lord Dyson needed him to do anything, Anthony would notify him separately.
If he cannot understand this, he is not qualified to be one of the 'substitutes'.
"Then why are we meeting this time?" Dyson asked.
Anthony glanced at him approvingly, trying to unify his voice, and said with a smile: "I found out your secrets and used them to threaten you into surrendering to me."
"What secret?" Dyson asked.
"I don't know, just say whatever you want."
"When I was little, I watched the tauren aunt take a shower."
"...Your taste is really different. Come on, let me slap you. This will explain your decline in strength." Anthony said.
"Okay, please be gentle, sir. I'm just a high-level priest." After saying that, Dyson took a step back and shouted: "You want me to give in to such rumors? You think too wonderfully! The truth is
fist!"
After Dyson shouted, holy light exploded from his body.
Holy light also exploded from Anthony's body, and he cursed loudly: "I don't know whether to live or die. I gave you a chance, but you didn't show mercy. God said! Go to hell!"
The holy light erupted from the two men shrouded their location, and the camps on both sides could not be seen clearly in the distance. They could only hear the loud noises that kept coming.
"Shield of Divine Blessing! Light of Judgment!"
"Wall of Sighs! Hand of Balance!"
"God said: Under my gaze, everything turns into nothingness, the eyes of nothingness!"
"God didn't say that! Eat my stick!"
Boom! There was a loud noise, and a figure flew out of the light. It was Dyson.
Dyson fell to the ground, vomited blood, and shouted loudly: "Anthony, you are despicable! You hit people with a scepter!"
When the light faded away, Antony danced the scepter like a tiger, and was about to rush over: "God said: You can strike, this is a shepherd's stick."
Dyson struggled to get up and ran back to the camp. Some people in the camp came out to help him. When he saw someone coming to help him, Anthony stopped helplessly.
As soon as Dyson returned to the camp, things turned out to be "Anthony secretly threatened to surrender, but Dyson refused sternly, and was beaten with a stick by Antony despicably."
Anthony did not deny this statement, but instead scolded Dyson for being useless and unable to carry a stick.
Because the dwarf king had obviously leaned towards Anthony, the plan to attack the city of Meishen naturally could not proceed. Dyson was immediately summoned by Guliani after returning home.
Dyson's substitutes are not scapegoats in the traditional sense. They can go out alone to negotiate with the Royal Court of Lys and wander around the church. Each of them has considerable strength.
As long as he doesn't take out the divine fire, even Guliani can't tell whether they are real or fake, unless Guliani has Anthony's observation ability.
Anthony also found out through some habitual little moves that there were at least three of them, but he couldn't figure out who was the real leader. Now it is clear that the one with the divine fire was the real leader and was killed.
Guliani was not surprised at all that he was unable to defeat Anthony despite lighting up the divine fire. He knew very well what the divine fire was. It was meaningless for a new god to ignite the divine fire without condensing the divine skill of awakening his godhead.
After some explanation, I was actually fooled by Dyson.
…
It was rare that Ange was not farming, so everyone gathered around the finger bone, wrinkled and thinking hard.
After Anthony came back from fooling Dyson, he saw a group of people gathered around him.
He walked over curiously, patted Luther on the shoulder, and looked into the circle while asking, "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"
Luther frowned and turned back, looking at Anthony in a daze, thinking hard for a while before saying: "I forgot, right, what are we looking at here? Looking at beautiful women?"
Anthony saw the phalange in the circle and immediately sensed the effect of some kind of force, which made him feel shuddered. He immediately closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a circle of golden light flashed across his eyes.
Pushing through the crowd, Anthony squeezed into the circle, poked Nigris, and asked: "What are you looking at? What is this? A finger bone?"
Negris frowned and said: "This finger bone is weird and has a strange power. What power does it have? Hey, what are we looking at here?"
Nigris also fell into a trance.
Anthony looked at Ange and said, "Sir, this seems to be the power of forgetfulness. Have you been affected by it?"
Ange shook his head, as if he noticed something, glanced at Negris, and then looked up at the other people who were in a daze.
Ange thought for a moment, arched his body, and let out a scream from his soul.
The soul impact exploded like an invisible exploding fireball. All the people who were in a trance had their hairs standing on end and suddenly woke up.
"What happened? What happened?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong? What am I doing here?"
"Finger bone, yes, yes, finger bone, whose finger bone is it?"
A bunch of people woke up as if they were dreaming. After figuring out what happened, they all hid a few feet away.
Only Antony, Nigris and Durokan were left standing around.
"Why does a purple-gold finger bone retain the power of the Forgotten God? Whose finger bone is it, Locke's? Or Harvey's?" Negris asked blankly.
"Is it possible that it is the third body of the Lord of Death? It is the one that the little devil mentioned, the one that is with His Majesty." Anthony guessed.
Nigris was shocked: "All of us have forgotten who that skeleton is. Could it be caused by the power of forgetfulness? That skeleton fought with the god of forgetfulness and was affected by the power of forgetfulness, causing us to
Has everyone forgotten that he exists?”
"Hey, it's impossible. There is such a weird magical skill? Why would it cause us to lose our memory when the magical skill hits it? It's unreasonable. It's just like when someone else fights, we who are not at the scene are injured." Du
Roken said.
Anthony shook his head: "No, I have read the records of the God of Forgotten. The description of it is like this. The power of forgetfulness makes the world forget everything about you, including yourself."
"Is it really so magical? Then why does this finger bone have the power of forgetfulness?" Duroken asked.
Anthony frowned and stared at his knuckles, frowning and thinking hard: "I forgot, hey, what did we just talk about? How much money do I owe in silver coins? I don't seem to owe him money, right?"
Nigris curled his lips: "It's useless. Even if you forget your last name, it's useless. Silver Coin will definitely sign an agreement with you."
Anthony scratched his nose in embarrassment: "I really forgot my last name."
The surname Anthony mentioned was naturally not Anthony XXXX in this life, but the surname he had when he was still a human being more than a thousand years ago. It seemed to be something like 'Finik Gulabachirodris Gravatna Basjek...
', it's so long that even ghosts can't remember it.
"What made you forget the name? Alas, it was time." Rogge suddenly appeared and sighed melancholy.
Anthony looked at him with a strange expression, and suddenly slapped his chest, black energy surged out, and an immortal war horse appeared.
"Dark Horse, catch him and I'll give him some treatment so he doesn't get depressed again."
When Rogge was being chased all over the place, Ange picked up the phalanx and held it firmly in his hand.
There are two phalanges, one was just obtained, and the other was exchanged from a dimensional beast. He has been with Ange for a long time and has long been close to him.
Just like that, Ange transformed into a brand new mourning skeleton and stood there for thirty seconds.
After returning to his original state, Ange tilted his head and said, "It's called Flash Feti. I sensed that it's still alive."