In the sea of bones, there is an island covered with muscular 'flesh' tissue, or rather, a layer of 'flesh' tumors. From the outline of the 'meat', it can be vaguely seen that there were various 'color' artificial structures on this island. The street is also covered with a 'meat' membrane, which is translucent in some places, and you can see the brick and stone lines underneath, while in some places it is 'meaty' and bulging, and the huge blood vessels coiled on it still beat from time to time, and I don't know what liquid is being transported or where it is being delivered. In the very center of the island is a towering 'meat' tower, with a staircase spiraled around the exterior of a huge skeleton for visitors to climb up – if the island is ever crowded.

There are also creatures on the island. Quite a few birds descend on the "roofs" and "walls", whether they are rotting vultures, nocturnal falcons, and extinction ravens, they leisurely peck at the flesh and dig out the parasites that swim in the flesh. Some Flesh slimes roll around the island happily, and if they don't move, they're likely to be mistaken for just a piece of rotten Flesh. There are also many wandering soul fires attracted by the 'meat' tower, which has moved from the surface of the sea to provide light for the island.

Beneath the 'Meat' Tower, a conversation is underway.

"How does it feel?" Schroeder? Bray asked with a smile.

A man standing in front of him closed his eyes and said sincerely, "It's very 'good'." I feel like I can '' my body perfectly and no longer suffer from the 'spirit' imprint. ”

The man was dressed in a black cloak, tall and tall, and looked imposing, but his face was as delicate as that of a young man. He had chestnut curly hair, and his eyes were full of fanaticism, arrogance, and murderous intent, like a king from an ancient empire, and although he did not have a crown, no one did not submit to his feet. His figure and face are very pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at them, and they do not appear too wide or too narrow, too long or too short, too fat or too thin, and even the tyrannical nature 'nature' contained in his delicate style is also very pleasing to the eye, which is not surprising or disobedient at all. If there is a phrase to define him accurately, it is ...... "golden ratio". Every aspect of him naturally achieves the golden ratio, coordinated and perfect. He was the reborn 4409, and his current name is Pythagoras, and the people call him His Majesty the Festering Dictator.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a large 'door' opened behind him, and inside the 'door' was the infinite sea of stars and the unfathomable black 'colored' void. He turned around and looked at the very bottom of the world inside the 'door', where there was a **gray 'color' 'wave', which crashed and swirled, making a deafening 'desire' sound. Those gray 'color' and 'waves' are the embodiment of the 'spirit' god brand, and after Pythagoras obtained the "will of the Necromantic King", the brand was sucked into the "Starry Night's 'Gate'", and it could never affect him.

"Those 'spirit' imprints that have tormented me for so long, and now that I look at it, it is just a small bump in the road of life." Pythagoras was on a cane, and the corners of his 'lips' were slightly upturned.

"Uh-huh, that's good!" Schroeder, who had been probing his brain into the 'door', heard this, bowed his head heavily, and agreed very much.

Closing the door, Pythagoras turned around and knelt down on one knee again: "You gave me a new life." ”

"Oh, don't mention the 'meat' nonsense! I know your intentions, don't worry, I will definitely support you so that you will not be swallowed up by the Tyrant of Bones. You know, I admire you as a smart and measured person! Schroeder glanced at Jack beside him with satisfaction.

Jack quickly knelt down on one knee and lowered his head: "What else can I say?" I have followed you ever and will never change! ”

"Hahaha, you'll be partners from now on. The island belongs to Pythagoras, and Jack is his assistant. As long as we work together, the future is in our hands! ”

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"City of Waiting", a joint research center.

When the alarm is lifted, all gates are opened, the gas is emptied, and the passages are back to normal. Thankfully, Jack only kills people and doesn't have time to destroy important technical documents. The researchers were busy marking the supplies, because according to the latest monitoring, the murderous maniacs of the Holy See were already 'approaching' the cordon, so the research center had to prepare for evacuation. If it weren't for the Thousand Colored 'Flowers' Jack who fell from the sky, everyone would have evacuated five minutes earlier.

"Everyone's okay? Anyway, Master Patra, has anyone seen it?! Strum shouted. Fermat continued to have seizures, Walter Bole's 'legs' were crushed into pieces of paper, but he was the only one who was physically and mentally sound, and everything was piled on his shoulders, so he was very busy.

A colleague ran out from behind a document as high as a hill: "Found it!" Just now, Master Patra had an attack of Alzheimer's disease and ran to the west of the city! Now his students are coaxing him back! ”

"That's good! Hurry up, we're ready to go—huh? What are you doing here? "As soon as Strunm saw a 'flower' in front of him, the Soul Fire Demon appeared in front of him. After listening to the little guy's 'wave' length, he was taken aback and leaned back: "What? Cordon lifted? Why-"

His back was against the hill of papers, and the already crumbling folders immediately lost their balance, crushing him down like a torrent and smashing his head with a clatter. He secretly hated himself for being careless again, and he simply waved his hands and feet to himself to float himself out of the folder, when a hand grabbed him and pulled him out. When he looked into the light, it was Brian, whose robes were tattered and covered in dust.

"Superintendent, you're back......"

Brian said calmly, "It's okay. The three 'demigods' on the World Tree have already dealt with the Holy See fleet for us, and the guy who wreaked havoc on the scientific research center should not return. ”

"But, look here." Stram raised his hand, motioning for the other to pay attention to the scarred ceiling panels and walls, as well as the fragments of documents that had been gathered together for recovery. This scientific research center, which has countless researchers who have devoted their 'fine' efforts, is already devastated.

"I know we have lost a lot, but the most important thing is that no one died. If you're alive, there's hope, isn't there? I would like to apply to His Majesty to renovate the entire research center and recruit more researchers. Our tomorrow will be better. ”

Strunm couldn't help but crouch down, holding his head and whimpering. The demon who had been avoiding him all the time came to his side and gently touched his back, one at a time, very gently.

Brian looked at the skylight. There was no sunlight there, only dark clouds. He said to himself:

"Winter is coming, will the 'spring' day be far away, Shelley's famous quote?"

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"The City of Waiting", the Royal Palace.

After hearing the news, Chief Jont went out to greet him, but he never expected that the Underworld's injuries were more serious than he thought. But he did not forget to maintain the demeanor of a nobleman at this time, and said to the little devil: "You must be Mr. Simon, right?" It's a great honor—"

"Save people, old thing, it doesn't matter to me if it's polite or not, but maybe he won't be able to hold up your next polite word." Simon pointed to the underworld with a hippie smile. When the wind blows, his loincloth is so flowing that his little 'chicken' - 'chicken' disappears from time to time.

"Thank you for your understanding." The manager took a step forward, squatted down neatly, took out various 'colored' medical appliances from the pockets in his dress, and said to Xi 'Meng' without raising his head: "There is a special person who will take you to the guest house to stay, the situation is special, forgive me for being lazy." ”

Simon didn't leave with the attendant, but watched with interest: "Wow, how do you know how to heal?" ”

"A good housekeeper must be 'fine' in everything, and of course first aid for the master is not a problem. Lord Underworld, you're so badly injured, why don't you just go to the blood pool? In the second half of the sentence, Jont spoke reproachfully.

Lying on a stretcher, the old man was left to fiddle: "The matter is too urgent. I ask again, Jonny really won't be chasing? ”

"Thanks to Lord Brian."

"That's good, that's good. Alas, it's a pity that the imp can't wait a few more minutes. Styl sighed. Rudy wasn't there much when he was there, and when the man disappeared, Stygian felt that the guy was also 'quite 'good' to his appetite.

Chief Jont thought more: "We cannot afford the death of a Necromantic King on our land, even if it is the son of Hades. Of course, everyone has his own destiny, and you don't have to worry too much. ”

"Fate? Hmph, the boss will never agree with your words,. Stygian clenched his only remaining fist and said viciously, "I don't believe in fate, we don't believe in it!" Necromantic creatures are already free from the shackles of fate, and talking about 'fate' will only make people laugh off their big teeth! Maybe if I had worked a little harder, Rudy would have survived! ”

"Your Highness Rudy is alive, but what about you? Change is not always a good thing, at least in my opinion, it is already the best outcome that you and Mr. Simon are alive. Jon said lightly: "Maybe it's because I've seen too many things that I believe in 'fate'." In any case, His Royal Highness Rudy's death cannot be known to His Royal Highness Suo'er. ”

"Of course, although I am more straightforward in doing things, don't think I don't have common sense! By the way, I have a question that I don't understand, you and Brian are hiding the soul fire when discussing things, why can the little girl still know so many things? Stygian half-jokingly and half-seriously pointed to the spider web in the corner of the heavenly 'flower' board: "It can't be that the spider told her, right?" ”

Three seconds later, both the Stygian and the head of Jont changed their faces, and Simon, who didn't understand the situation, asked curiously, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" Are you all constipated? ”

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"That's all that happened when you left." With a hint of heaviness, Brian ended the debriefing.

Qingyi slowly removed her hands from her face, straightened her waist, and exhaled deeply as if she wanted to embrace nature. He opened his mouth, stood up, and paced to the window.

After a long while, he asked, "What did Hades say?" ”

"So far, the underworld has been silent."

"So, how's Suo'er?"

This time, it was Brian's turn to speak. He shook his head, "Please go and see for yourself." ”

Qingyi turned his head suddenly, and at this angle, his neck looked particularly thin.