Victor's body trembled slightly, and Latomund was keenly aware of this brief reaction.
"You've heard of this name, right? That whisper that floats in your ears all the time, the strange existence that invades dreams, the great terror hidden in this world..."
I have heard it, of course I have, but Victor did not answer, but chose to remain silent.
The biggest danger he faced was the unknown Valentan ancestral spirit who caused the Blackwater Catastrophe and killed 100,000 people in one night, which was terrifying.
However, when asked about the existence that Victor fears most, the Crimson King is the first.
Although the ancestral spirit of Valentan is confirmed to be an immortal, after all, Victor has never seen him with his own eyes, and his fear of him only exists in his imagination without concreteness.
But the Crimson King is different. Victor and him actually met each other in the secret place, and even the mysterious Taoist temple was avoiding each other.
Victor wouldn't believe such a powerful thing if it wasn't an immortal.
Seeing that he did not respond, Latomond did not dwell on the topic, but gave Victor a piece of advice: "If it is not a matter of life and death, never try to communicate with a being you do not understand, because you cannot predict it.
What price will be paid?”
"You prayed for gifts from that kind of thing? And then used that pot to create the Kingdom of the Dead? The purpose was to accumulate the power of the dead and in turn fight against the Crimson King?" Victor looked at the other party.
Rathomond corrected: "It's not just the Crimson King..."
"This is unreasonable. You are causing trouble for yourself. If you don't provoke them, nothing will happen..." Victor denied what the other party did and found it very strange.
"You are too naive..." Rathomond shook his head, "I have told you so much, do you still think that human beings are free?"
No matter whether those gods and ghosts exist or not, human beings themselves have no freedom.
Victor didn't want to continue talking about this topic. In fact, he had been sleepy since very early. This feeling was very familiar, just like when he was on the train.
He anticipated what might happen next, so he kept delaying.
"Okay, assuming I agree to cooperate with you, what do you want from me?"
Seeing that Victor was "wavering", Latomond first asked back: "Do you approve of me?"
Victor chuckled and twisted his arms: "Do you think I have the right to choose freely?"
His words could be regarded as sarcasm to Latomond's narration just now. The latter heard it, but did not hesitate to refute it. Instead, he said: "I need internal information from the Ministry of Defense and Suppression. I heard that you have a lot of secret knowledge.
.”
The information room of the Ministry of Defense and Suppression?
Victor frowned slightly: "What do you want to find inside?"
"A lot, that will help me understand more secrets of this world, but..." Ratomund paused, "What I am most interested in is a sermon about a man from the north of the Western Continent."
The living god's name is Shivers..."
Sermon?
Victor had never seen or heard of the living god Rathomond spoke of.
"Then what if I reject you?" Victor asked tentatively.
"If you refuse, you are still useful to me. I will make you into a seer of the living dead. Although you cannot continue to steal intelligence from the Anti-Suppression Department for me, you can at least become the combat force of Turbulence Castle." Ratomond
Said these cruel remarks very calmly.
But this is also expected. There is nothing surprising. Business people will always choose the highest return and control the risk within an acceptable range.
It was impossible for Victor to agree to Rathomund, and the surprise he had been waiting for finally arrived at this moment.
Someone broke in from the side door of the VIP table and fell to the ground, covered in blood.
It was a guest at the banquet. He seemed to have been attacked. His back was punctured and he fell convulsing in a pool of blood.
This guy didn't know how he came to the theater, but soon, the bat-winged demon followed closely behind him and gave the answer.
The monster then broke into the theater and stretched out its mouth to suck greedily on the fallen guest.
Ratomund frowned and murmured: "Is Miria crazy..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a chant that resounded throughout the Turbulent Castle reached everyone's ears.
"The fearless King of Victors, his companions cut off his head and sent him back to the distant Isle of God... The old order gave way to the new, its glory faded and fell, we are about to go to Avalon, to go and be healed
, the soul that returns to the holy tree will not die."
The song was melodious, and Victor's drowsiness instantly reached its peak. He knew that the woman was singing to him!
Before falling into coma, Victor saw the bat-winged demon rushing toward Rathomond like crazy.
…
Turbulent Castle outside the Red House has fallen into extreme chaos.
The guests who escaped from the underground did not find safety on the ground. On the contrary, the tower that originally emitted industrial pollution gases opened. Hundreds of bat-winged demons climbed out of the flue and flew into the sky. They began to hover over the castle and attack.
Any living creature!
Rivers of blood flowed across the platforms and streets throughout the castle, and human remains of severed arms were everywhere amid the screams.
At this moment, the living dead suddenly received the same order and began to use any weapons to attack the violent bat-winged demons.
People fled towards the city gate. Although it was open, the road to the stone bridge had been blocked by bat-winged demons, making it almost impossible to escape.
The desperate Mayor Rilqui couldn't believe it. He looked at the guests in front of him who had been torn apart by the bat-winged demon, and boundless fear rubbed every inch of his scalp.
He knew very well that the owner of the bat-winged demons underground in the castle was Miria Lilith, who was also Latomund's bride and a rumored high-level blood descendant.
They should be allies, not enemies, but why, the current situation is beyond people's expectations, is Latomund and Miria turning against each other?
While I was panicking, a red figure suddenly appeared on the roof of the house on the side.
She stood there, staring at the group of bat-winged demons flying in the sky, her sexy chest and abdomen rising and falling with her breathing, suppressing the surprise and excitement in her heart.
People saw that the lady in red dress raised her right hand and lightly grabbed the air in front of her.
Suddenly, a red transparent mark appeared on the necks of all the bat-winged demons. The mark was drawn on their necks, like a red lock.
When these marks were activated, the bat-winged demons immediately stopped attacking humans.
They seemed to be forcibly controlled by some kind of force, and every bat-winged demon whined uncomfortably, as if they were fighting against that force.
When the guests in the streets saw that the monsters were under control, they took this opportunity to swarm out of the gate of Turbulent Castle, stepped onto the stone bridge, and ran towards Lilcui.
Looking at the vast crowd below, the lady in red dress had a serious expression and her eyebrows trembled slightly.
"It shouldn't be...my invisibility technique has not failed. How could these bat-winged demons suddenly go berserk?"
She muttered to herself, but immediately, a strong sense of lethargy came over her...
Just behind her, a woman with long black hair also appeared on the roof.
"Because monsters also sleep...and in dreams, I am their master!"
