In the Via Cord Mountains, Plato, the Priest of Death, is standing in front of a large tree. He was so cautious that he stopped ten meters away from the tree.

In this forest, everywhere is withered and withered, but this tree is still alive. No, not the green that anyone thinks, but every branch is golden, every leaf is dark red, and every flower is indigo...... It is like an abstract painting smeared by a master artist, a scene that is completely out of touch with reality and common sense. Among the leaves, several zombie birds sang tirelessly, as if they would not stop until the soul fire had dissipated.

"That's the case, Clavisore, we have to join forces."

Plato had long blond hair, straight ears, and slightly emaciated cheeks; If you don't look at the rotten half of his face, he can be considered a beautiful man. Dressed in blood-stained sacrificial robes, his face was determined, but his twisted smile told the people that he was going crazy and that he could do anything beyond your imagination. Behind him were still the twenty or thirty "rainbow flower" spirits.

"What a mistake you made this time, Plato." From the canopy of the tree came a pleasant female voice, soft and seductive, like a kitten's paws scratching its heart...... A normal man can even get pleasure from it!

But Plato and the zombie elves behind him are clearly not normal men. Plato gritted his teeth: "I didn't expect it...... Even if the falconer is the kind of wall grass, how could Hegel cooperate? If either of these two sides is missing, I, 'Akatsuki', can make him stay in the Iron Rope Mountains forever! ”

"But, you've failed, haven't you?" The owner of the voice giggled, and people couldn't help but be enthusiastic and lustful towards her in their minds. "The two forces that seem impossible to cooperate with each other have been brought together by this young man called 'June Sunshine'."

"That's because I didn't work with the Perfect Defender! If I join forces with Zeno—"

"What else is there to talk about 'what ifs'?" The man called "Clavisore" was a little dismissive: "Everyone knows that it is impossible for you and him to cooperate...... Isn't it? Even if you become a necromantic creature, you still can't abandon your elf identity and stay proud like an idiot! ”

"And what about you, Clavisore?" Plato sneered, and a few pieces of rotten facial muscles fell off: "You are completely not proud, and you have fallen directly to the dark side." ”

"Shut up! Stinky man ......"

Even scolding is so good, the owner of the tree eased his emotions, and then lazily spoke: "Plato, tell me your plan." ”

"First of all, I brought all your people with me."

"What's the use of that? I'm not a descendant of these necromantic creatures, I can't lead them at all, and I don't want to cheapen you in the end? ”

"Listen to me. I, you, and Zeno, the power of these three parties is enough to crush the June Sunshine. Detailed plan......" Plato stepped forward, stood under the canopy, and whispered.

The branches shook and laughed like silver bells.