Chapter 3267 The Trouble of Overlord
In the tallest tower of Comoros, a cold and suspicious figure is lingering among the mirror fragments. This is an extremely huge hall, but there are few decorations. , there are only towering pillars and no light source, only beautiful scenery. The glimmer of light cast by the crystal-like mirror floating in mid-air. If you look carefully, each mirror fragment shows the scene of a certain corner of Comoros, but some fragments are already dark, as if obscured by some force. live, but most of them can still release their cold light like will-o'-the-wisps.
Suddenly, the figure stopped in front of one of the fragments. The fragment showed a picture of destruction. It was the slum at the bottom of the Dark City. Once upon a time, countless decaying shacks were sandwiched between the spires and their Between the tectonic plates, this area once housed as many inhabitants as a small country, but is now sunk.
Today, only a few islands of shacks and crumbling ruins remain protruding from the suffocating black ocean, and bloated corpses can be seen bobbing sickeningly in the waves. , forming a thick floating shell on the surface of the sludge.
Occasionally, some human-like and non-human shapes can be glimpsed in the black ocean, like predators in the deep sea, but their bodies emit an ominous light.
"Kandulak has always been puzzling. He seems to show ambition, but his ambition seems to be as unreal as his shadow. What does he want to do? Devour the entire Comoros? I think it is unlikely. , but if you continue to let him do this, it’s hard to say what will happen, but this interesting game can continue to be observed.”
After talking to himself in a smiling voice, he turned around and took two more steps. , and finally stopped in front of another crystal fragment.
Through this lens, you can see a fierce battle. A huge and shining arch is endlessly vomiting colorful filth. Amorphous monsters are bred from the fluid. , and soon possessed claws, fangs, limbs, eyes, tongues, etc., like a disorderly mockery of natural life. , but they would soon be torn apart by the surging poison crystals and black beams. The cabal warriors fired at the gate from a distance in an attempt to suppress the things in the subspace, but even with such fierce firepower, they still could not block all the demons. Outside, cabal warriors were constantly being dragged down by demonic claws or fangs coming from unexpected angles.
While the demons were focusing on attacking the cabal warriors, a group of warriors wearing heavy armor and holding broad blades and double knives suddenly burst out. They swept toward the arch like a sharp blade hurricane, headed by a dark figure. Like ink, yet shining like stars, its blade is as light as a feather, yet carries an artistic cruelty. No demon can stop his pace.
Finally they rushed to the archway that was spewing demons, and the nightmares temporarily sealed it with the help of professional equipment.
They did stem the flow, albeit temporarily.
The viewers nodded with satisfaction and began to talk to themselves again.
“This is the last slap on the face of Ephrene. How much trouble has that damn witchcraft bitch caused me? Those stupid idiots who believe in a so-called god don’t even understand who is cleaning up the mess? It's me! When everyone is thinking about how to grab profits and fight for power, who is protecting this city? Or me! But they believe in a witchcraft bitch who destroyed the city. What is this but stupidity? Fortunately, De Lazare is at least a person with general knowledge. He finally understands who is doing the right thing, but I know very well where he stands. He doesn't care who is at the top, well, or he always thinks that he is At the highest level, I appreciate such confidence. Dealing with this kind of person is better than dealing with fools, it’s just his position.”
For some reason, he didn’t continue, he just hummed and turned to the next piece of debris. .
The picture shows a besieged stronghold, consisting of some spiers and fortifications, surrounded by a spiked parapet, but now flames and poisonous smoke are coiled around the parapet, and you can see that it is full of gaps. There are still corpses hanging from the spikes, and there are already people in the spire it protects. Many of them collapsed, and the tower spiers fell to the ground and broke into pieces, scorching and glowing in the high temperature. In the high altitude, there were constant flocks of hell gliders and natural disasters passing by, like wild beasts besieging rotting corpses. In response, the towers below also used Intensive poisonous crystal firepower shoots down enemies who take the wrong route.
".The fools who believe in that witchcraft bitch deserve to die. They are like a plague and will keep spreading their weird death cult to others. They should be vulnerable, but..."
Suddenly, he His voice became a little hoarse, as if he was grinding something that didn't exist with his teeth. Resentment and hatred were almost tangible.
He walked to the next crystal, where there was also a battle scene, but in a ruins, two groups of conspiracy warriors were fighting, but one side was obviously superior and the other was at a disadvantage.
But suddenly, several people shot out from the side, led by a dwarf, holding a battle ax high, and chopped down a Dracula in one fell swoop.
Then came a huge fish-like creature. The weapons in its hands fired wildly, creating a storm of destruction on the battlefield. Then a violent hairy giant wearing heavy armor rushed over and swung the meteor hammer in his hand to hit hard. The hammer smashed a poison crystal cannon that was being set up.
After they appeared, more warriors carrying the symbols of the Death Order came out. In an instant, the situation was reversed, and the attackers could only flee in panic.
Before the battle was over, an "elegant" figure suddenly walked out from the corner. Of course, if he hadn't scratched his crotch when he appeared, he would have been relatively elegant, and at the same time he was gently fanning his hand. A fan with some messy feathers.
The person outside the mirror stared at this figure.
"It can never be him, it can never be him. He is dead. He has died long ago. He must be dead."
"Oh? Are you so sure?"
Suddenly, a joking voice came from the darkness, and the man whose face was illuminated by the dim light and looked gloomy and irritable raised his head.
Asdubar Viktor, the supreme overlord, the great tyrant, the ruler of the rulers, the father of all things and other titles belong to him. This is his private territory that he will never allow outsiders to trespass. There is only one A person, only one whom he could never offend, could appear here if invited.
He turned his head and looked at the thing that made the sound. It was covered in black robes, only revealing a face, a face with no facial features, as white as plaster.
A meat puppet is also one of the many clones of that person. Because he is very lazy, there are few situations where he can step out of his cave. Even if he goes to collect materials personally, he still sends those meat puppets. And each of those meat puppets is no less powerful than a Haemonculi master.
This is the horror of Urian Rakat, and the true horror of Comoros.