"Apply to Field Marshal Skoul to 'draw' ten samples and send them to the cold room." At the joint research center of the "City of Waiting", Brian said this to his subordinates.

To coincide with Sarah 'Monroe's reconstruction, the Twilight Empire has recovered all of the Mold Rangers. The funeral mold has no intelligence and does not know how to show respect to the king, but the mold ranger will obey all orders from the capital, and the migration will be completed in a day and a night. The total number of troops is one million, which is definitely the strength of a sovereign state. []

"In addition, disinfecting all parts of the 'City of Contradictions' with a disinfectant with a dead gas concentration of 1:99 can not completely kill them, but they can inhibit their reproduction, and the viability of the disinfectant is only five days, so the disinfection cycle is once every five days."

With that out of the way, Brian returned to his exclusive room, the only non-working space on the top floor of the Joint Research Center. He closed the door, and his gaze naturally fell on the mirror behind the door. In the mirror, a skeleton in a purple robe was looking at him wordlessly.

What he looked like before his death...... What is it like?

Resurrected as a low-level necromantic creature, Brian's memory was much missing. He remembered that he was the son of some 'chicken' man, and he remembered that he had died of a serious illness, but he just didn't remember his face. After being reborn for so long, it can't be said that he is still unfamiliar with this skeletal face, but every time he looks in the mirror, he always has an inexplicable emotion spreading in the bottom of his heart. Necromantic creatures shouldn't have emotions, but the lingering 'gloom' haze in the soul fire is not emotion, what can it be?

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"You've worked so hard. Ah, please wait a minute......"

When he saw witches, werewolves, and blood spirits, Qingyi smiled and pulled things out of his storage bag like Santa Claus. The allies, who had never seen him in his humanoid form, were dumbfounded.

"Villain" Esengren pushed Itema next to him with his elbow and asked hesitantly: "This is June sunshine?" Am I right? Is it an imposter? ”

"Judging from the smell of corpses and soul power, it seems that it is really him." Itema clasped her hands on her chest and stood like a Super Saiyan, domineering.

Then why did he suddenly become polite? Isn't the world changing too fast? Ethan Gren scolded, stubbornly continuing to look up and down, trying to see through the flaws in the "June sunshine" in front of him.

The person in charge of the blood 'essence' spirit smiled helplessly and did not say a word.

This mansion is very 'gloomy' at the moment, this is one of the special necromantic paradises, the haunted house. Buildings can generally be seen as enclosed spaces, and when powerful necromantic creatures wander inside the mansion, the air that overflows from it fills the entire space, and all sorts of strange things happen to the mansion, such as someone laughing under the 'bed', such as the sudden automatic closing of the big 'door'. The reason why it is special is that it is not exactly a paradise of necromancy - it has no dead 'cloud' and it is not vast in territory. The one who can turn the mansion into a haunted house is naturally the Bone Tyrant who only visited today. As soon as he came, the souls of the dead who had died in the mansion became his slaves.

"At the moment, Sarah Menroe is being rebuilt, and everyone can go and get a piece of the pie. I know this new regime very well, they are weak, they need to get things on track quickly, they need allies in desperate need of them. "Qingyi didn't continue to dig things until the table was full." This is the end of the matter, and everyone can go back. ”

At this time, even the person in charge of the blood 'essence' spirit was not calm, and asked, "Your Majesty, ...... you Not planning to occupy Sara 'Monroe'? ”

Qingyi was asked inexplicably, and blinked: "Yes." What's wrong? ”

"No, nothing." The Blood 'Spirit' Spirit turned his head and muttered to Ethan Gren secretly: "My strength is too low to tell the truth or falsehood. ”

"......" Qingyi: "I can hear it, please." ”

Itema wasn't joking, she stared at the hill-like props on the table: "You just said we can go back?" You're going to do it...... Bear? Are these items supplies? ”

"Yes. You've done a good job of protecting Pers, so I'll pay you a penny. However, there may be some dangers ahead, so please come back. Thank you very much for your help, and I will never forget this friendship. Qingyi sat down calmly and said with a smile.

Ethan Gren's expression was quite like the little clerk who was finally looking forward to Saturday, and immediately jumped up: "Hey, you've got it all to say, of course I-"

Ida said, "I'll stay." ”

"Yes, yes, of course I'm not going back—" Esengren continued with a smile, then was stunned for a moment, and then yelled at the witch, "Are you an idiot? He let us go, and you stayed to die? ”

"I'm an Amazon, and I'm not afraid of any challenge. Let the cumbersome leave, and I will be able to exert my combat power even more. "Itema did a toning pose with the upper arm muscles bulging.

"Rest easy, Mr. Esengren." The person in charge of the Blood Essence Spirit was thoughtful: "Actually, our situation is gradually getting better, isn't it? The Twilight Empire has become a sovereign state, and the necromantic creatures are no longer enemies of the world, so the Twilight Cult is no longer a cult, and we can walk the streets justifiably and no longer be afraid of the hostility of the Astantes. Although they certainly have resentment in their hearts, they can't tear their faces with us. ”

Esengren sighed: "Yes! How about a concession or something, a 'dusk concession'? ”

"Put those things aside." Qingyi waved his hand: "The reason why I let you leave is because: Jonny is crazy. We can't measure him by common sense, he has no scruples. I'm an adventurer, and it's okay if I'm killed, but you only have one life. ”

"If the situation is critical, I will retreat." Itema stays true to its original intentions.

The person in charge of the blood 'spirit' also smiled: "Anyway, I came here with the determination to die from the beginning, and it would be too cowardly to retreat at this time." ”

Esengren was speechless, only nodded, and seemed to agree with the other two. Then, Qingyi naturally turned the topic to the Dark Church.

System Prompt: Did you get a Gregory in the 'Talk'? Part of Rasputin's intelligence.

Gregory? Rasputin: Level 57, Necromancer. Because my father was a high-ranking member of the "Dark Church", he relied on his father's name and could not go anywhere. He likes to be treated with honorific titles. It's very insecure, even if there are a dozen people in his entourage, it doesn't help, and when he was young, he suffered from insomnia. Because it is too tender, I have never seen many dirty methods, and it is easy to be deceived. I like to call people by nicknames because I think it's handsome, and the mantra is "not worth mentioning". I hope that one day, others will call me not "Master Rasputin", but "Master Gregory". He is good at Elemental Specialization, Darkness, Bone Recovery, Corpse Explosion, Dark Sky, and Filthy Ball. Increases Attack by 10% against low-level opponents; Against high-level opponents, Attack is reduced by 10%.

"Oh, that's good." Qingyi Road.

Only the old-school necromancers still insist that "necromantic creatures are people who are equal to their own status and follow the contract", and the new generation of necromancers use necromantic creatures as servants and cannon fodder. It seems that Gregory? Rasputin falls into the latter category. He despised necromantic creatures, and he felt he could control everything that had anything to do with the word "necromancy." Qingyi likes this kind of person, at least this kind of person is easier to deceive.

"Well, I'll visit him tomorrow, and you can get in touch with me, Pers. Now, good night, everyone. ”

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In the wee hours of the morning.

The capital of Bigbowo, a high-class clubhouse.

The clubhouse was brightly lit all night, and a few musicians yawned and played dance music, though no one danced now. The hall seemed to be 'quite desolate', and a few nobles with their wives were chatting by the wall, and although everyone wanted to get rid of this boring social 'social' conversation as soon as possible, no one was willing to be the first to say it.

In the lounge at the end of the hallway, Clavisol shows her 'naked' body in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, looking at the shadow of self-pity. Her hands gently caressed her body, her fingers on her skin, her neck, her collarbone, her beautiful arc, her navel, and then all the way down, up along the 'hips' line...... Looking at her carcass, her eyes were also 'clouded' with a layer of mist, and she seemed to love herself very much. The rich aroma emanates from her, making it impossible to think.

A silent raven fluttered and landed on the stand of the mirror. Clavisoll raised her hand and teased the bird, "I've received the message." Now, please prepare a big building for me, and I can walk into the fashion store as soon as I walk out of the door! You can take care of the rest of the things~"

On the big 'bed' beside him, Bigbowo's foreign affairs minister slept soundly, wearing only a pair of 'trousers', and the crotch of the 'trousers' was wet. Clavisoll tiptoed closer like a cat, leaning down and biting the man's neck. She sucked in for half a minute before looking up, the tip of her tongue sweeping over her lips, greedily dissolving every drop of blood into her body. She turned her head to look at the floor and found that her underwear had been torn, so she had to pick up a woolen towel and tie a knot around her waist, which was supposed to be a short skirt.

She returned to the mirror again, looked left and right at herself who was only wearing a short skirt, and smiled happily: "You are very 'fascinated' today!" ~" He shook his hair and walked out of the lounge. She smiled at the waiter who passed through the corridor, and the waiter froze in place and entered the lounge next door.

Three minutes later, she walked out of the room with an extra layer of erotic lingerie and a decent long dress. She entered the next break room as if no one was around, and when she came out again, she had an extra top...... After walking through the five lounges one by one, she had all her clothes together, except for her panties, of course. She is now radiant, and naturally has an aura that only a focal point can have!

No matter where she stands, Clavisol can be the focal point. Can temporarily convert a neutral faction into an ally faction as well.

She gracefully arrived at the great 'gate' of the clubhouse, where a richly decorated carriage was waiting at the front of the steps. The two handsome men were guarding both sides of the car's 'door', and when they saw Clavisoll coming, they immediately pulled the 'door' for her.

"I'm very happy with this car, but the cost can be doubled." Clavisoll got into the car with her skirt and smiled at her entourage: "Let's go, go to our embassy!" From today onwards, the entire high society of Bigbower will be looking forward to my debut! ~"Please remember the URL, if you like Qianjiang 'Hua' fire written "Online Game of the Dead's Journey"