Ever since he pretended to be a paladin to kill someone, Cangye has always felt like he was being watched all the way.

It's as if someone is staring at you in the dark, a greed that wants to eat you alive, a feeling that you should have first developed when you entered the land west of Paradise.

More than half a month has passed, and the killing has never stopped, but a period of fighting is enough to breed seed players who are not easy to mess with.

Every Epic Being is a seeded player, and there aren't many of them, so Nightshade can easily collect information about all seeded players.

If you don't send out an epic species that deliberately hides itself, the seed player who is active in the land west of the paradise will probably know who it is.

And being able to peek into the dark and not be discovered, and the sixth sense can still accept a strong sense of threat in the dark, Cangye can already guess the identity of the other party.

……

The barren mountains and mountains, which are rarely visited, finally came out of the darkness after following the shadows of the night for a long time, and came to the vision of the night.

Pale skin, sunken cheeks, huge holes with hollow eyes, bare gums...... After a series of terrifying appearances are combined, the identity of the comer is ready to be revealed.

An undead, a lich, a king of the tombs, dressed in the garb of a magnificent monarch, adorned with ten bone fingers with a ring inlaid with amber, agate, emerald, and diamonds, and a gorgeous wand cast from nine dark golden bones, the claw skull carved at the top of the wand reflected two strange lights to lock the night, and for a brief moment, the night felt that the space was closing.

"Give up the struggle, cute little one!"

The King of the Tomb let out the lich's characteristic hoarse and gloomy laugh, and for a moment, the claw skull on the wand seemed to let out a oozing laugh.

The night felt the vigorous and radiating breath of death from the other party, and there was no need for any spells, just just standing there, and creatures below level 10 would be automatically transformed into undead creatures and left to be driven freely.

This is the majesty of being the Monarch of Death, and it is also one of the skills of the King of the Tomb [Domination of Death]!

Under the mask, the other party can't see the true face of the night, and can't see through the expression of the night, which is one of the advantages that is rare to maintain in the case of a huge disparity in strength.

Without fear, calm and unusual, Cangye stepped forward and paid a decent salute to the unscrupulous King of the Tomb:

"My name is Rest, Lord of the Immortals, tell me your plans!"

The King of the Tomb looked the night up and down, and let out a strange laugh from time to time:

"Rest in peace, yes, I like your name."

"I see, you can use that nasty light."

"But at the same time, I am surprised, nay, or rather surprised, that a godless heretic can use the power of God, what a bold thief."

"The Light is not given by God, but comes from the pure heart of man."

Cangye calmly explained, and in just a few words, he roughly figured out the intention of the King of the Tomb.

The Necromantic Monarch from beyond Hell stared at the night, his hollow eye sockets projecting black flames, and the flames of greed seemed to be eager to devour the night.

This weirdness lasted for a moment, and the King of the Tomb slowly withdrew his greed, and the red light of the sheep's horn skeleton circulated, and the upper and lower jaws closed and closed, making a creaking sound:

"Human, I'm interested in you."

"What do you want?"

Cangye took the initiative to ask, and under the vision that the King of the Tomb had not noticed, his hands were thrown back, and ten fingers swayed back and forth.

"Think of it, what a wonderful existence for a strange soul born of Holy Light! This is simply the greatest blasphemy against the disgusting gods! That's right, that's how it should be......"

The King of the Tomb became extremely excited, and his tone became more and more crazy, and from the performance of this undead, the night interpreted the emotions intertwined with joy and anger.

The frequency of the ten fingers swaying became more and more frequent, and the night calmly looked at the King of the Tomb and said slowly:

"If you want, I can give you the method of refining the Holy Light."

However, the King of the Tomb's tone was unusually exaggerated and mocking:

"Holy Light? Do you really think I need to? Let an undead have the Light? Haha, this is a heinous act of blasphemy, human, you are even more interesting than I imagined......"

"I don't want any light, I want your soul!"

"Come to my kingdom and become my subordinate, and I will grant you the honor of the Sleepless Lich!"

The night does not resist the matter of giving up a fresh life and becoming a ghost, but in the long run, becoming a ghost can only be said to be a failed investment, and the gains outweigh the losses.

After a moment of silence, Cangye asked:

"What if I refuse?"

"Refuse?"

The King of the Tomb asked in an unusually exaggerated rhetorical tone, looking like a mad actor rather than a monarch of a kingdom.

"No, no, no, you won't refuse, and you can't refuse, it's your honor to be the dead who never sleeps......"

"Necromantic Monarch, is that what you're here for?"

Night's sudden opening interrupted the gushing King of the Tomb.

"Katosh, Lord of the Grave, Lord of Andullah Ongo, what is the purpose of your entry into Paradise? Why are you here? Who is your enemy? ”

The black flames reflected in the eyes of the King of the Tomb turned a miserable white, revealing a penetrating sense of horror:

"What do you want to say?"

"You have more than one enemy, and I'm not one of them, think about it, what are your enemies doing while you're tormenting me?"

The white flame swayed, as if to reflect the mood of the King of the Tomb.

Nightshade continued:

"Where am I worth to you? Is it worth the purpose of your visit? If you fail, will taking my soul make up for your loss? ……”

A series of questions caused the King of the Tomb to change his mood again and again, and the flames in his eyes flickered and flickered.

While the night was surging endlessly, he observed the King of the Tomb with cold eyes.

The Necromantic Monarch, while powerful, is not invincible, and it has an Achilles' heel that he can exploit.

After speculating on the other party's true identity when he was being spied on, Cangye was already thinking about how to squeeze the residual value of this necromantic monarch after getting out of trouble.

Like Lord Manther Haydn, Katosh spends half of his day in a state of sanity, while the other half is insane.

The reason for this is not because of the Necronomicon, but because of Katosh's own reasons.

The King of the Tomb comes from a soul who died of excessive greed, and after falling into the abyss, this soul attracted the interest of the Lord of Greed, so that he could take it.

But unexpectedly, Katosh, who was still in a state of revenant at the time, got rid of the Lord of Greed and followed the River Styx to the fourth level of the abyss.

No one knew what had happened to it around the Lord of Greed, but it had appeared at times awake and sometimes insane since the King of the Tombs' reputation began to spread throughout the fourth level of the Abyss.

Needless to say, madness is worth talking about, and the Tomb King's madness comes from an extreme hatred of the gods, which is why it is dedicated to pursuing the ultimate means of blasphemy.

For this reason, it happened that when it was in a state of irrationality, the night appeared.