After about half an hour, the storm roared away from the ghost ship it had ravaged and headed for the sky. The extreme environment that can be used for special training has disappeared, and Qingyi will take a break from the situation, after all, the combination of work and rest is the most efficient. He sat on the Throne of Shadows and chewed on the "Soul Gum" to replenish the lost soul energy, while admiring the small cloud of Hell Black Flame burning on the phalanx of his index finger.

It's funny to say that most of Qingyi's lost soul can be said to be self-inflicted on himself - he was burned by the Hell Black Flame. In the fierce battle, Qingyi's "fragmentation" is not delicate enough, and the bones often bump and bump into each other, rubbing out sparks, and then igniting the black flame of hell; Hell Black Flame uses dead gas as fuel, has the corrosive ability of dark attributes, and is not inferior to acid rain in lethality, but it also treats dead and living beings equally, and is extremely domineering. Even though the white bone tyrant was covered with "holy bones", he was burned to the point that he was no longer white, and his bones were spotted with black spots like Xiangfei bamboo.

"The damage of the Infernal Black Flame is high, and if I can control it, it may work wonders in battle." Looking at the fire at his fingertips left and right, Qingyi muttered to himself.

Xue Duo scoffed at the right time: "Just you? ”

The situation of being burned by the black flame of hell has long been discovered by necromantic players and announced on the forum. The most embarrassing thing is that only skeletons have this dilemma, because ghosts and zombies can't launch "fragmentation", and they won't be burned in the first place. Hell is riddled with black flames, and has not injured a hundred enemies, but first self-damage of two thousand, if you don't do anything, you will be able to burn the player all the time, and you can't even go offline during this period due to continuous damage, so you can't integrate it into tactics. Some players call it a combat skill "self-immolation", which is also more joke than serious. It is indeed not easy for Qingyi to use the Hell Black Flame, at least the rest of the necromantic players have not yet found a solution.

"Your Majesty." The captain appeared and saluted Qingyi: "There is still an hour, we will arrive at the 'Huaxia' continent, please be ready." ”

Qingyi nodded and stretched his hand out of the window. The phalanx of the index finger automatically detached from the palm and sank into the sea with the black flame of hell like a maggot on the tarsal bone. Even in the sea, the Infernal Black Flame will continue to burn until the "Holy Bone" is burned to ashes. There is no way to transfer all the black flames in the whole body to the local part and then break the arm of the strong man.

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"Fuji" continent, Night Sakura Castle.

Several ninjas knelt on one knee while their lord, Santohime Kazuki Ringo, sat sideways in front of them. Santuhime leaned against a mahogany table, Sai Xue Frost's left arm peeking out of the wide kimono sleeve, gently supporting her cheek, and her right hand slowly shaking the fan, lazy and unpleasant. After listening to the report, she asked rhetorically:

"The June sun is missing, and the black sharp is on top, so ...... Has there been any change in Franchi? ”

The ninjas looked at each other, and their leader immediately said, "Returning to the princess, Frankie of the Blood Claw has not moved. ”

"Very well, stand down."

When the ninjas left, Hanazuki Ringo's smile bloomed like a flower, and her femininity rose to a higher level.

The Necromantic King is the Necromantic King, and those who can ascend to the "Eternal Destination" and be received by the Eternal Emperor are all momentary figures, and they are not comparable to mediocre people in terms of mind, will, and means. It's unclear what Black Edge came from, but Junesunshine is not going to give up the throne, and Franchi, his diehard, is unlikely to remain untouched unless Junesunshine dictates it. At this point in the analysis, the context is completely clear: because the necromantic protection system has been lifted, June Sunshine is worried that it will bring disaster to the Dusk Empire, so he quietly leaves, and arranges for Black Edge to be the nominal king of necromancers, creating a false impression to the outside world, making people think that June Sunshine has lost its threat. Of course, the gods will not be interested in the Twilight Empire, and ordinary players will not be able to take the Twilight Empire, so it can be said that the hand of June Sunshine separates the two groups and averts the catastrophe invisibly.

But Kazuki Ringo didn't laugh at it.

The Bone Tyrant is known to be suspicious by nature - his Necromantic Empire is unlike any other, with NPC-dominated entities from top to bottom, and there is not a single player. He only trusts NPCs, so the secrecy is done extremely well, and every blitzkrieg comes out of nowhere, making it difficult for enemies to defend against. But now, it's unbelievable that he has let another player temporarily rule the country on his behalf. Although Black Edge is only the nominal king, if he pretends to be the order of the June Sunshine, he can also bring great losses to the Dusk Empire.

"June-kun, how can this person named Black Sharp be favored by you?" Kazuki Ringo smiled playfully.

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Black Sharp sneezed, thinking to himself that he was allergic to the sea breeze in Snow City? He rubbed his nose, walked into the "Mermaid Harbor", and called out affectionately, "Uncle Star! ”

"Haha, Your Majesty, don't call me that." Starmack was taking a piece of prosciutto from the meat hook, and when he saw the black edge, he said, "You still drink bone broth?" ”

"Yes."

Black Edge found a place to sit down. Although he was a king, he did not have special treatment, so he could only sit at the same table with others. At the same table was a human player, who looked at Black Edge in disbelief and asked, "Did you really kill June Sunshine?" ”

"That's right." Black Sharp rolled his eyes. He now hates the job more and more, and every time he is watched as a clown, and he is asked the same questions, and he is depressed to death. But he couldn't help but take the lead. He had to convene meetings with great fanfare, and he had to parade on all sides, because he had to prove one thing: he had taken over the Twilight Empire. Even if others don't believe it, he can only do a full set of plays.

Suddenly, Starmack poked his head out of the kitchen and shouted, "Oh! That guest, you forgot to pay! ”

Black Sharp turned his head to look, and the guest who was shouted ran away, obviously wanting to eat the overlord meal. This guy is tight-fitting and short, it can be seen that he is a first-class high-sensitivity professional of assassins and thieves, how fast he is when he is bent on escaping, and suddenly he pounces on the door! But at this moment, a chain hula came first, and as soon as the momentum was exhausted, everyone saw clearly, it turned out to be a meat hook, and the tips of the three hooks flashed with shimmering cold light.

It was this moment that everyone saw clearly.

The guy who ate the overlord's meal didn't have time to stop, and the meat hook hooked his throat, as if he couldn't think about it and had to hit the hook! With a bang, he lay on his back, and his throat was hooked with a five-centimeter-deep and seven-centimeter-long wound, but he didn't see much blood flowing out, and he didn't hurt the artery, I don't know if he was lucky, or the strength of the hook bearer's blow was exquisite? The chains tightened, and the flesh hook began to reel back, and the poor creature's jaw was firmly hooked and slowly dragged away. In horror, he used his hands to break the hook, kicked his legs, and struggled to be dragged into the kitchen. And then......

Then, there is no then. The Flesh Slime sprang out of the corner and slid over the blood, leaving the floor clean. The tavern was quickly back in the air, after all, the scene was just a vignette, and no one was going to stand out for a small character who couldn't even afford to pay for a meal. The black sharp edge is staggering to see. He has been a martial artist since he was a child, and he knows that Starmack's hand is by no means simple, and it is only a thought to take people's lives. If this person can fight, plus the Necromantic Nourizer Grande and the Bloodclaw Frankie, the Dusk Empire will have three heroes, and any great god will not be afraid to come.

"But isn't that right? June told me that Starmik was once forced to be embarrassed by the Dance of Justice. No, I'll have to check it out. ”

Black Sharp floated into the kitchen, only to see that Starmac had stripped the poor creature naked, and hung upside down with hooks on his feet. With a single slash, the poor worm's abdomen broke straight open, and the internal organs flowed out of his body. The poor worm was not dead at this time, and in despair and in vain he reached out and pushed his intestines, trying to push them back into his abdomen.

Starmack turned around, spread his hands and sighed, "Your Majesty, I haven't started making your bone broth yet." ”

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry!" Black Sharp glanced at the poor worm: "Just him." ”

"Okay!"

The poor worm fainted at last, but he couldn't wake up. Starmac took the knife and cut it, and the internal organs and blood fell into the prepared large basin, and the flowers were as green as unmixed oil paint, making the black sharp have the urge to stir it. Starmack chopped off the guy's two arms again, humming a little song and throwing the ingredients into the pot.

【Bloody Cooking】Starmac is invincible in the kitchen. Soul force field, in which non-necromantic creatures undergo bloodletting, vivisection, and firefighting. Inflicts "Instant" on targets below caster level.

This skill is terrifying...... Thankfully, it doesn't work against necromantic creatures. Black Sharp touched his throat, smiled unnaturally, and took a look in the kitchen.

The kitchen light was dim and blue, and the blood on the floor was very strange. There were also several corpses hanging from the crossbars, which obscured the wide shadows that prevented one from seeing the kitchen. There was also a large lump of rotten flesh in the corner of the kitchen, and if you looked closely, it was only a fat flesh slime, trapped in a glass water tank, and the muscle texture was constantly twisting and changing on the other side of the glass, sticky and greasy.

"Uncle Starr, what are you doing here?" Black Sharp bent down with interest. His parasite, the earthworm Christo, flexed and stretched out, tapping on the glass like a finger, causing the Flesh Slime to shrink. Flesh Slime is most afraid of the higher-ups, so they have been nesting in the water tank, even if they don't have a lid.

Starmac threw it casually, and a piece of internal organs fell on the flesh slime at a distance of ten meters: "I don't have a way to keep it fresh, so I accumulate some meat and don't sell it when I close the door every day, so I use it to raise it." If a guest wants to order a chowder, I'll cut a few pieces from it, right? Hahahaha! ”

Black Sharp floated to the pot and said, "Where's the soup?" Let's start with a bowl. ”

"Your Majesty, didn't you say that it would take a long time for the old fire soup to-"

"It's okay when it's cooked, and I'll just do it. Alas, who called me a good man? ”

Black Fengrui himself served a bowl first, drank it all, smashed it and smashed it, and really felt that the taste was too light. Starmack shook his head: "Next time, I'll boil a big pot first, the taste is sure to be enough, and you can drink it whenever you come." The old fire soup in the East is really magical, it is both nutritious and tasteful, but unfortunately I will not leave here again in a short time, otherwise it would be good to go to 'Huaxia' for a trip. ”

"Not to mention, there are eight major cuisines of Chinese cuisine, all of which are unique, and it would be better if you could learn it." Black Sharp grabbed the bone stick and smacked the gray marrow inside, not to mention how pleasant. Starmack looked disgusted: Can you eat bone marrow?!

After eating and drinking, Black Edge threw the bone to the flesh slime, turned and left the kitchen, leaving only one sentence: "It's a pity that such a good skill." ”

Starmac was cutting shredded meat, but when he heard this, the knife slowed down and finally stopped on the cutting board. He rubbed the greasy blade and sighed, his face was bleak and there was no pride.

He looked up and said, "Steward." ”

Appearing at the door at this moment was Chief Jonte, who had been following behind His New Majesty lately, lest He make any trouble. The manager had his hands behind his back, as if he was concerned about the dirty floor in the kitchen, and did not come in. He looked at Starmack, his face complicated - the necromantic creature had such a human expression.

He said solemnly: "No matter what you were in the past, you are only a chef now." All we need is your cooking skills, and that's what Your Majesty meant. ”

Starmac was silent for a long time before he sighed, "Thank you, Steward. ”

"No thanks, Mr. Starmack." The manager nodded, his complicated expression was like smoke in the wind, and he smiled.