(In the past two days, the comic syndrome has attacked, the great writer is Doyle, the ability is Sherlock Holmes, and recently the brain fragment forgot to eat, and the result was reversed, and it was corrected later, forgive me.) ）

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"Speaking of which, am I really that defeated, why did all my men escape?"

Suddenly thinking of what had happened to him, Cesar groaned. Why did the mummies under his command want to change jobs one after another? Defoe didn't count, he was not strong enough to restrain him. But he asked himself if he was not thin on Doyle! And Tolkien and the three of them, all of them gave enough face! Why didn't they give themselves face?

"I don't blame you, there are two problems, the key is that Doyle is too ruthless!" Byron shook his head and comforted Cesar.

"Oh, what's the inside story?" asked Cesar, lifting his spirits.

"First of all, the milk guy has the power alone, and he can't see the good of others. After you left, young master, Milk controlled the finances, Hugo and they wanted to apply for resources to improve their strength, but Milk always felt that they were not loyal enough and made things difficult in every way. Rousseau and Hugo are gone, Tolkien is playing with summoning, his mind is too heavy, and he keeps embezzling the organization's money to train his subordinates, and the two sides have a very unpleasant quarrel. ”

"This second, Doyle didn't know that he took refuge in that family, and he was full of confidence and offered a sky-high price to recruit Hugo and them. The Black Carpet City is too small, and it has been divided by five families, coupled with the post-disaster reconstruction, the milk has been slammed again, and the resources that can be shared are pitiful. In addition to the Fly Fairy Divine Domain, we only have a low-level secondary divine vein, which was almost eaten by the small snail. Doyle is different, he promised Hugo and them, each of them a top-level secondary divine vein, compared with the young master, did you become a tyrant in an instant?"

Byron shook his head and sighed: "Think about it, if you mix with you, you will not be able to share the benefits of milk." The small place of Black Carpet City, not only has it suffered a disaster, and it wants to wipe your ass, but it is also coveted by the Ring of Zero, and the future is not bright at all, where can it become stronger? On the other side, it can not only be free. There are also top-level sub-divine veins to take, and they have just been born, and they have no feelings for you, and they are naturally chic. To be honest, I was a little cautious at first!"

"Then why didn't you run?" Cesar, who was despised by his subordinates and considered himself a 'little tyrant', suddenly became unhappy.

"We are martial artists, and what we pursue is to have a clean soul, and there can be no flaws. For the sake of preaching, I even cut off the contract. How can such a betrayal be done against conscience?" Byron straightened his back, very proud.

When it comes to martial will, your positive belief is firm enough, your martial arts skills are also proficient enough, your strength is not bad, and your bloodline potential is also very strong. The second one is you. I didn't expect you to be bluffed by Doyle's guy. Cesar sighed.

"Ahh

"Run away from your sister! A dog that has been raised for a few years also has feelings. I've raised you for so long, you white-eyed wolf? You have a good conscience? You're not afraid that your soul will be dusted!" "Cesar is about to vomit blood, so it's good to understand these things, why do you say it?"

"That's a top-level sub-divine vein, resources!Young master, you can't add a piece of all your belongings, right?" Byron looked at Cesar suspiciously, revealing a look of contempt.

"I'm a man who moves the kingdom of God! O kingdom of God! Did you make it?!" Cesar scolded angrily, "You idiot really have no vision, Doyle's scum follows others, you can only be a subordinate, what future do you have? Who are you to make my father? Who is my sister's grandfather? Who is my master? I work my own. I have achieved such achievements, and if I mobilize all my connections, even I am afraid of myself just thinking about it!"

"Doyle has benefits for others to be his subordinates, but it's not good for me to stay with you as a subordinate. Byron shook his head, still feeling that there was no future with Cesar, there was no way, who would let us be angry.

"I ......" Cesar suddenly became angry, and didn't want to talk about this tease anymore, otherwise he would have to be angry to death.

"Speaking of them, you attacked and killed Tolkien?" asked Cesar.

"It's just a fluke sneak attack. Byron shook his head, not a little arrogant, but a little lonely, "Every one of those great writers is extraordinary, especially Doyle and Defoe, and that Hugo, any one of them can easily defeat me." It's just that for the sake of my colleagues, they didn't embarrass me. I made several sneak attacks, the most successful of which was to seriously injure a lone Rousseau, only to have Doyle steal your negative that could deflect damage, and the group recovered in minutes. Only Tolkien is different, his ability is only to control his subordinates, his own quality is not up to par, and there are some small contradictions with others, I followed and endured for a long time, and finally seized the opportunity to blow him in the head with a punch, and then was disabled by Hugo. ”

"You are also quite hard, you are one of the five people, you still have to find fault and fight alone, I don't know how to avoid its edge, hide and cultivate Dacheng, and then find a field?"

"I was still in the dark by Doermon, thinking that in order to pursue the immaculate soul, I had to kill one to vent the hatred in my heart and eliminate the flaws in my soul. Byron said wrongfully.

"Cultivation can't get into your sister! Camilla, it's all your nonsense back then, let Doyle listen to it, and now it's used to fool Byron, a fool!" "At this moment, Cesar is speechless, in Ceylon, a place where you fight for resources, bloodline, father, background, and inheritance, you can talk about your sister's thoughts, and a slap to death is the king, and it's all Camilla's fault.

"Che, when you were a part-time bandit in Rezhou, didn't that robbery be a matter of thought?" Camilla said disdainfully, and Rita on the side nodded frequently. Cesar relied on this sentence to bleach himself for doing evil back then, and he was really shameless.

"By the way, young master, when I killed Tolkien, I found these rings from his corpse, do you see if they are useful. Wilde's root is a negative, and Tolkien's root should be this. I thought it would be useful, so I kept it, thinking if it could make up for the loss of the stolen negatives?"

Cesar took the bag and opened it, poured it into his hand, and shook out a dozen rings of different styles. Counting carefully, there are twenty in total, which is Tolkien's natal ability, the 'Lord of the Rings'. When he was working hard in Black Carpet City, this guy spent a lot of materials to condense eight. I didn't expect to condense all twenty pieces now, it seems that the milk is right, Tolkien this guy is absolutely greedy for his huge fortune!

"How? is it useful?" asked Byron.

"It's useful! it's useful!" felt the power of the twenty rings, and Cesar had a look of surprise on his face.

Twenty rings, one of which is the One Ring, and the other nineteen are in complete control. This is where Tolkien is most powerful, he can absolutely contract nineteen undead, and if he doesn't make any sense, he is absolutely controlled, no matter how powerful the undead are, they can't get rid of control. This ability has risen to the point of the rules, and is even more domineering than his own soul contracts that are already somewhat outdated.

Because this ability is too cruel and domineering, it hurts the heavens and peace, so Tolkien has no other ability, and he can't even improve and strengthen his body, so he can only rely on summoning creatures to eat, and then Byron found an opportunity and killed him with one punch.

"Young Master, can you use it?" Rita said curiously.

"I'm researching, researching, and thanks to Tolkien's embezzlement of public funds, I have condensed a complete set and completed the most basic rules, otherwise this ring really can't fix the concept of 'absolute control', and at that time it was more than a dozen broken rings. I didn't expect this old guy to secretly complete the domain behind my back, and it turned out to be such a rare and rare situation! Cesar looked at the ring in his hand in amazement and muttered to himself.

His current level can already be called a real disaster, and although his vision is not as good as that of a knowledgeable veteran disaster, his level has also been raised. The soul contract written by the calamity level at the beginning can be cut off by the god of calamity, but if you write another copy after the calamity level, it may not be. Coupled with the support of Elsa and the 'Nest of Food' behind him, he quickly saw through the mystery of these rings. (To be continued......)

PS: Recently, there have been frequent cases of brain damage...... I don't know what's going on?