Pythagoras walked in the "City of Waiting".

The red military uniform made him quite eye-catching, and the black cloak knotted from his right shoulder added to his majesty. He carried a cane and looked as if he were walking in his own garden, and the people who guarded him around him were no more than his servants. He came, he saw, he was going to conquer.

The Bone Blade Assassin who was peeping in the corner of the wall took out the "FM walkie-talkie": "Pudding is about to enter Bird Feather Street, there is no abnormality." "Pudding is the code name for the target this time.

Rudy, the little prince of the underworld, stood on the roof of the guest house with two confused souls with his hands on his hands, overlooking the street. Pythagoras noticed this, immediately ceased to salute, and smiled impeccably; And Rudy returned with the same courtesy, and his small body exuded an incompatible superior temperament. Kings don't like the underworld, but they have to be in awe of it after all, because the underworld symbolizes ultimate death.

"Why is it called Bird Feather Street?" Pythagoras asked suddenly.

"In front of it is the World Tree, which is the habitat of birds, and because of the frequent bird activity, the distance from the World Tree to the outside of the city often accumulates feathers, hence the name." Stygian introduced.

Further on, you will find the Wandering Soul Square. Looking up, the sky was blue—the branches of the World Tree covered the horizon, and the vast expanse of blue was so pure and beautiful that even a king would be ashamed of himself in front of this innumerable soul fire. Pythagoras stopped here, and he swore that he would never get tired of seeing it in his life.

He doesn't want the Twilight Empire, but the World Tree. If you could swallow the whole tree in your stomach......

Reluctantly leaving the Place of the Spirits, the group headed for the palace, when suddenly two objects fell from the sky and smashed into the top of Pythagoras' head. Pythagoras subconsciously raised his left arm, only to see that the front end of his left arm was torn, forming a huge mouth, and he devoured things into it fiercely. In the next moment, a loud bang and a shockwave came out through the flesh, and the arm swelled to three times the size, and then slowly retracted, and thick smoke came out of the giant mouth. There was laughter overhead, it turned out to be a red-skinned little devil doing a good job. He patted everyone on the ass (he didn't even wear pants) and flew away.

"That's?"

"The demon from hell, Simon, usually stays in Snow City, why is it today...... He loves to play pranks, so don't you mind. The Underworld couldn't help but laugh, and his heart was shocked. Judging from the power and sound, it was a "compression roaring thunder-pipe", and the high-level combat professional was either killed or injured, which was already too much beyond the standard of "mischief", and Pythagoras could even let it explode in his body unharmed? This physical strength is directly chasing the ghost male sword soldier Wuji!

"I've heard that demons do what they want, and it seems that he doesn't welcome me." The corners of Pythagoras' eyes twitched, and he silently withdrew his left arm.

Simon threw down two things, one was a bomb and the other was a paper ball, and as long as the bomb exploded, the paper ball would inevitably be destroyed. Pythagoras was keenly aware of the anomaly, and the inside of the arm quickly split into two chambers, and the paper ball was hooked on the wrist by the small tentacles, and the bomb rolled down to the shoulder, while a large amount of flesh membrane and envelope were formed before the explosion, isolating the bomb from the paper ball. At this point, an eye is generated in his arm, and he looks at what is written on the paper:

"Hey, if you can read these words, you are very good! I love June Sunshine, but it's a pity that he's allied with the Underworld, and I hate it very, very much! If you can steal Satan's blood, I can make an alliance with you openly! ”

On the back of the paper is a map of the City of Waiting, in which the Joint Research Center is prominently circled in red pen.

Demons don't just do what they want, they're chaotic. Can an alliance be so casual? But the demon is not confused, on the contrary, he is quite clever, and actually uses the method of throwing bombs and invitations at the same time to screen partners, and a large number of witnesses are still being played with. It's a target that can be fought over, but you can't trust it too much, and it's telling that there aren't many necromancers in history who are willing to cooperate with demons. Full of lies, day and night...... After all, no race, including the demons themselves, would be willing to cooperate with the demons!

When I came to the palace, I was led to the reception room, only to see the door closed, and the black sharp stood with his arms crossed against the door frame, smiling at Pythagoras. Pythagoras smiled back, as if it weren't the two of them who had just fought so hard.

Festering Dictator Pythagoras: Level 75, Abomination (Necromantic Creature). It is a king who hates the origin. After devouring countless corpses, he naturally formed the most aesthetic posture and face, but his left arm remained ugly and could not be truly perfected, so he always covered his left arm. He hated the way he was, because it reminded him of an unpleasant past. Greedily thirsting for everything, but afraid of losing, a guy who doesn't know what to retreat into. Believe only in yourself, form an administrative body as a doppelganger, and rule the territory autocratically. Durability 75000. Good skills are [Domination of Necromancy?? King Majesty], [Devour], [Soul Slayer], [Transplant], [Everything Counts], [Soul Call], [Festering Party]. When the durability drops to 1%, the "Disintegration" state will be triggered, and the combat ability will be lost; While in humanoid form, it can activate [Everything Counts] with its left arm.

Looking at the character information, Black Sharp stretched out his right hand: "If the body search is done thoroughly, you shouldn't be able to carry a weapon." ”

Pythagoras quietly and obediently handed the cane to Black Sharp. With a slight force, the head of the staff was separated from the body of the staff, and with the head of the staff as the grip, he drew out a slender bone sword. He couldn't help but whistle, because for some reason, the sword looked so pleasing to the eye, it was simply perfect, and people couldn't help but swing it a few times.

(Christo: "Wow, the ratio is 0.618 by a good standard!") ”）

Golden Section: The sword that was born with the festering dictator when he ascended the throne is in a sense a national artifact, but it seems that it has not been recognized by the world because of its small territory. Sword, Physical Attack 100-150, All Stats +5, 100% of the damage dealt to Abomination and Constructed Creatures triggers the "Disintegration" effect, and 100% of the damage to targets other than the Necromantic King triggers the "Disability" effect. In the attack speed, the weight is 10, the durability is 100%, and the object is required to be a necromantic king or a hero-level necromantic creature, and it is bound after equipping. Not dropped, not tradable.

It's a soul piece (you can feel the Pythagorean soul shards contained in it), but it doesn't come with any skills? But even so, the attributes of this sword are already quite rebellious - 100% trigger "disintegration", what is the concept of "disability"? Whoever cuts it will fall! If Black Edge had been holding this sword just now, the Abomination of Kuraken would have been cut into shredded squid shreds as soon as he took a look!

"Good sword." Bone sword into the sheath.

Pythagoras looked at the black sharp eyes: "If you come to my side, this sword will be given to you." ”

No one would think that Pythagoras was joking, so the black sharp suddenly became the focus of attention. Black Fengrui knew that the other party was most likely interested in the ability of the King Killer, and said with a smile: "What do you say, I am the boss of the Dusk Empire, how can I work for you?" Come in. ”

The door to the reception room was pushed open, and Chief Inspector Jon rose to greet him; Love, who had just arrived, casually followed the steward, trying to eliminate his presence; Diesel held a pen and paper and acted as a recorder of the meeting, and without much effort, he had no sense of existence.

"Welcome, Your Majesty Pythagoras." Jont's first sentence expresses the Empire's view: the festering dictator is undoubtedly the king of the dead.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Chief Jont."

Everyone was seated, and the servants rushed in to serve tea to everyone, which was the hospitality etiquette of Jont during his lifetime, and it must be meticulously carried out after his death.

"First of all, I would like to apologize for some friction and conflict." Pythagoras spoke.

Black Edge nodded, meaning "I'll listen, go on".

"Our troops were patrolling the Sea of Bones, and they encountered a floating island where adventurers were stationed, and based on a miscalculation, something unpleasant happened with them."

Black Sharp frowned and grinned, and exchanged glances with the Underworld tacitly. Brother Ren, you really come with your nonsense.

"Of course, by the time I realized my mistake, I had fully withdrawn my troops."

Chief Jon glanced at the Soul Spirit. The soul fire swooped away.

"Why patrol?" Stygian held the teacup with a gesture of holding a beer cup: "We have someone in charge of maintaining law and order, and the territory is safe." In terms of cost, disbanding the troops is the most cost-effective. ”

Pythagoras laughed, "Because the Ulcer Island is a little special, I don't worry about my personal safety, but I worry about the safety of the people." ”

He's right, the Broken Island will devour all life, but it's just that for this reason, it's too serious to run rampant in the Sea of Bones. "I suggest a fence on the Ulcer Island, and it'll be fine." ”

Pythagoras: "You have a great sense of humor. ”

Whoosh, the Soul Fire Spirits appeared and whispered in the Chief's ear, "He's right, all attacks have been stopped, and Abomination has left!" ”

Steward: "It's just a private matter between you and the adventurer, but I would like to remind you that although armed conflict is not prohibited within the Empire, it is forbidden to disturb the order of the Empire, and it is also forbidden to loot and steal floating islands. "If the opening sentence affirmed Pythagoras' status, now it's clear that it's a downgrading of his status - even if you're a Necromancy, you're bound to follow the rules of the Empire, no different from an adventurer.

As if he didn't hear the voiceover, Pythagoras said, "I'm here because I want my own land." ”

"Your so-called festering island," deliberately emphasizes the pronunciation of the word "so-called", and the general pipe: "In fact, it is a floating island, and from a legal point of view, you only have the right to use it, but not the ownership of it." ”

"We have different views on this issue, but I am not here today to argue. I repeat: I want my own land, I didn't say that it had to be divided from within the Twilight Empire. ”

Jon put down the teacup: "What do you mean?" ……”

"Isn't it a pity that you are fighting against Astant, and as mercenaries, the land you have conquered does not belong to you? I am willing to withdraw from the territory of the Twilight Empire and fight for you with all my might, and the reward is land, which will not harm your interests. ”

The offer is quite tempting. It's a win-win situation for both parties. The Twilight Empire has removed a mess of henchmen, and Pythagoras no longer has to rely on people.

The manager pondered for a long time, then picked up the teacup again, and did not drink it, but just took it: "Does Mr. Bray have an opinion on your decision?" ”

"I'm glad that there are still people who care about my feelings!" It was Schroeder who strode into the reception room who spoke?? Blackwood.