Even if his mother, Queen Rose, had come here herself, it might have been difficult to recognize the current Wallsgard. He had only one tentacle left, and it was half a cut shorter. One side of the compound eye had been completely shattered, leaving only a bloody mass of flesh and blood, and it just looked like it was a twitching pain in the heart. One of its mantis-like blades had been broken, and the other one looked fairly intact, with cratered marks on the edges.

Its purple-gold carapace, which seemed to be carved from precious stones and precious metals, was already covered with all kinds of scratches and dents, some of which were so deep that they could not be seen at a glance, and even included several penetrating wounds. The shell was densely covered with all kinds of smoky stains, and the insect wings that should have been perfectly attached to the back were even crooked, but they couldn't close it, obviously seriously injured and unable to move at will. The kind of gorgeous local tyrant who is so gorgeous that the blood flashes blindly and the eyes of the dog are naturally gone, if you guess a little more viciously, you will even think that this fat worm is a waste of nine cows and two tigers, so it is barely escaped from the bird's beak for nine lives.

Of course, there are not many birds in this world that can prey on such a large insect as the Crypt Lord, but this does not make Walsgard's mood any better. His heart was filled with panic and frenzy, and he strode like a fly without a head, through the dark passages of the dungeon.

Stalactites and wet moss hung from the stone walls, and the moonlight moss shimmered between the crevices of the rocks, and the moist space mixed with the smell of rotten earth flowed in this space. It seems to be especially chaotic and dirty. And in this muddy and narrow passage, there is a giant worm covered in wounds running wild in the pig. The huge breath was accompanied by a muddy and painful gasp, which startled the small animals living in the cracks of the various rocks to flee one after another.

This scene. put it in a monster movie without special effects, enough to bring a heavy childhood shadow to the poor children, will it be from a cute silly white sweet to a bear child who hates dogs, and embark on the road of no return to revenge on society, then it can only look at a destiny.

Of course, as the protagonist of a monster horror film, the current Wallsgard is sad, Wallsgard is miserable, and Walsgard is angry. However, none of this is of any use. Two sisters, who are related by blood (which is important) and are particularly "capable" in every sense of the word, are just gone. He also suffered a serious injury, several of which were caused by some kind of ancient magic power, and the damage caused to himself was clearly irreversible and permanent, even if he was wrapped in the shadow lair of the Minas Demon Cave for several months, it was impossible to completely heal. Not to mention how their brethren who are ready to move will react when they learn that they have been seriously injured and have lost their "capable" right-hand and right-hand twin sisters.

What's more, after paying so much price, I didn't get any benefits. The most important ally - Kazan, the plague king. It is also an employer who should pay itself, and it is also gone. That's a dignified true god, who should theoretically be immortal with heaven and earth, but it's gone. As a result, I became like this. There is only pay, no return, only obligation. If there is no profit, where does this seem like the work of a Crypt Lord? Just put on makeup seriously. I may be qualified to volunteer in the primary school and medical center opened by the Great Holy Church!

"Kazan, you idiot! It's better to die on the World Tree than to be fooled up to you! "I thought of my sad ally. The pain of the severed tentacles on Walsgard's forehead was like a burn, and if he couldn't bear it anymore, of course, he had to take the blame on some dead guy. Anyway, as a true god, he can still die, so even if he is behind the blame, he shouldn't dare to put forward any opinions.

Of course, perhaps it was the pain that came from all over his body that made his spiritual sense much worse than before, and the Crypt Lord didn't notice a figure standing on the cliff of the passage at all, and just walked straight past the other party.

This person was dressed in black, with his head held high, his posture was straight, and he had obviously put on a very cool pose, just waiting for this big bug to appear in his sight. He didn't seem to expect the other party to be so incomprehensible, he didn't even roll his eyelids, and he didn't even look at himself.

His upright body seemed to be rickety, obviously given a heavy blow by the malice from the great universe, and then he coughed calmly, took a leap forward, and then jumped with the strength of the jump, and took a huge arc in the air. He made a graceful roll, like a spirit bird soaring through the sky, and fell in the air, standing directly in front of Walsgard.

The Crypt Lord finally noticed this man and finally stood still. His tone contracted and twitched impatiently, and it took a long moment before he slowly spat out a blank word.

"It's you! Gulda. His attitude was very strange, his tone was complex, his feelings were abnormal, there was a hint of familiar nature in his estrangement, but there was obvious vigilance in his closeness, and a trace of not so obvious disgust.

"Walsgard, the original, and the strongest Crypt Lord. But now what I see is as if it is a small animal that has encountered a natural predator. What's going on? My little master, what could make you lose your temper like this? Where are those two beautiful little princesses who are inseparable from you? The man known as Gulda flashed with frivolous sarcasm and sarcasm in his words, and hatred pulled with impunity. If this guy was an ordinary person, with this tone, movements, and attitude, he would have been dragged into the corner of the wall early and beaten with a stick.

"It's dead. It was buried by broken rubble and rocks, and even the bones could not be found. Surprisingly, Walsgard was very calm about the death of his two "capable" sisters: "Isn't it particularly ironic that the Crypt Lord died in the earth? ”

“…… yes, yes, it's so pathetic. In a bland tone of insincerity, Gulda expressed his condolences to the two Crypt Lord sisters who died without even a line. Then he asked in an eager tone, "So, what about Kazan?" What about Kazan? ”

"It's dead, too." Vorsgard sneered. The only remaining compound eye twitched, as if looking forward to seeing the shaking ingredient on the other's face. And he wasn't disappointed. After being silent for three minutes, Gulda smiled and shook his head vigorously with a contrived motion: "How is it possible? How is this possible? In terms of humor, you really aren't very good, my little master. ”

"I hate it when you call me that way. If you call me 'master,' if you have even one ten-thousandth sincerity, why not cut off an arm so that I can taste it? I've always wanted to taste the taste of meat like yours. ”

"Gee, that's embarrassing. Although you are my lovely little host. Walsgard, but my master is your mother. Madame needs a good me to serve her, so I'm sorry for your appetite. Gulda patted his chest and let out a series of maniacal smiles, and then he said, "So, tell me, little master, where is the king of the plague?" ”

"So, it's dead."

"Oops. I'm not kidding you. Gulda said seriously: "I admit it, Kazan is just a madman who can't see clearly......"

"Aren't you the same?"

"No, no, no, I'm a madman who can see clearly. Uh, where are we? Oh yes. Kazan. That guy is a madman who can't see clearly, a self-righteous fool, a mad psychopath. He thought he was God, he thought he had usurped Godhead. Ramheed, Belat Mea, Perkens and even Rafarfil were on an equal footing, thinking he had summoned a horde of bone rack cannon fodder. He really became the so-called demon king. He was complacent because of the mention of the 'Six Demon Gods' by others, but he didn't think about it at all......"

"I didn't expect that the rest of the big people didn't take him seriously at all, even my unobtrusive father has always regarded that humble mortal who usurped the godhead as a clown and cannon fodder acting in front of the stage." Vorsgard interrupted the other party: "I already knew this, so I don't need to repeat it." Do you know why I hate dealing with crazy people like you the most? It's too tiring to speak, and more importantly, you know it, but you're never ready to change. ”

"You must understand, my little master, this is a novel, not a movie, if you don't know the lines, the madman can't just rely on gesture language to set up our characters to the public." Gulda said in a serious tone: "In short, Kazan is just a fool, a clown who has gained godhood and power by force. But in any case, such a clown is also a clown with the power of a true god. It took three thousand years for the magicians to destroy him, and the establishment of a country that belonged to them could not destroy him. This clown has been so arrogant lately that he has provoked the whole world, and with the combined forces of the Nords, the white-skinned fools of the surface, and the magicians, sooner or later he will fail, I have already predicted this. ”

"Yes, that's why I listened to your guy's fools and went to form an alliance with him."

"And the other party is very welcome, which shows that although our 'young' Holy See, although stupid and arrogant, is not to the point of ignorance. He was ready to fail, and of course he had a desire to find a way out. A god who has a godhead that is theoretically immortal and ready to retreat can of course fail, just as our masters were defeated in the War of Enlightenment, but it is absolutely impossible to destroy it. ”

But the facts are the facts, and he was ruined like this. The divine fire was extinguished, the divine personality was stripped away, the dharma body was destroyed, and as for the remaining mortal body, uh, it did send a message for help before it died. But the feeling of bitter pain ...... It was as if he had become a salmon that was being scaled and hidden. The Crypt Lord shook the only tentacle he had left, as if he was laughing at the other party, and as if he was shuddering hard: "What kind of tragedy did he suffer before he died...... To be honest, I don't want to know at all. ”

Gulda rolled his eyes and stared at the Crypt Lord, who was covered in wounds and blood, with a look of disbelief on his face, and it took a long time before he finally shook his head cautiously: "...... I don't believe it. ”

……&%%#@*0&*！

It took nearly three minutes, and the Crypt Lord, who had already accumulated a belly of fire with five tuberculosis and seven wounds, was able to resist the urge to go berserk with difficulty. He shook the blade in his hand, like a thug who was dancing and folding the knife to give himself courage.

"Aisin believe it or not...... Well, if you don't believe it, roll over to it and see for yourself. I don't know about you lunatics, and I don't want to mess with it anymore. This is the wreckage of Kazan you want, he's been gnawed all over the place by now anyway. He threw a piece of flesh, which still smelled of blood, in front of Gulda, and then leaped swiftly over the other man, rushing into the shadows of the passage without looking back.

"You don't understand the world of madmen, and I wasn't going to let you understand!" Gulda roared loudly at the back of the Crypt Lord: "But only madmen can push the world forward, and normal creatures like you can naturally see the peak as long as you follow my footsteps and climb slowly." Why don't you understand such a simple truth? If you give up today, you give up your dreams, your future, your world! is destined to become an incorrigible masturbator! ”

This kind of line, which should appear in a third-rate inspirational movie, was exchanged for the Crypt Lord's sudden acceleration of his pace. A dignified big insect actually ran on eight legs as if it had turned into eight windmills, and walked like a fly with a fat and stout insect body, like a liberation truck full of pigs on its carriage, soaring at the speed of a Ferrari.

"Is this the end of us? Are you just giving up? When you grow old one day, won't you regret doing nothing and be ashamed of wasting your time? Haven't you ever thought about what a lifelong miss it will be if you give up and leave like this when the opportunity is in front of you? My little master, you still have a choice! ”

The Crypt Lord's speed increased again, and it was the equivalent of a Ferrari turning into a rocket. The mangled body vanished into the darkness.

Gulda let out a long sigh of sorrow and staggered a few steps, before picking up what appeared to be a piece of flesh from what appeared to be Kazan's bones with heavy movements, placing it in front of his nose, and sniffing greedily.

"Looks like I really need to go up there." (To be continued......)