Chapter 500 The Savior: This consul Smith is a talent
Yuhong Port.
The streets are narrow and winding, and the towering spires on both sides pierce the sky like sharp teeth.
Now is the low point of the black sun fluctuation, that is, early morning.
The locked dying star looked at the twisted city coldly as before.
The air was filled with the smell of metal, carrion and spices, pungent and weird, yet morbid and tempting.
There are not many pedestrians on the street. I don’t know when it started, and posters were posted in a conspicuous position, with more leaflets scattered on the ground.
It seems that these posters and flyers have never been cleaned.
The passers-by were all looking sideways or lowering their heads, and their figures looked blurry and distorted in the dark red light.
They dared not look at those posters and flyers, for fear that the actions of watching the blasphemous content would be seen by the warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group, thus causing them to suffer revenge.
"Asuman descendants are a powerful figure. I really hope he can kill that old guy Victor!"
Baylang, a businessman of the Dark Spirit clan, thought viciously.
He lowered his head so that his expression and revealed thoughts would not be seen by others.
The businessman suddenly realized that he dared to call the name of the Supreme Overlord in his heart without feeling too much fear.
These days, he has learned too much by sneaking into posters and flyers.
For example, the descendants of Asuman are a generous existence who likes to send souls to everyone and promises to drive Victor off the throne.
It can also block the corrosion of hungry ladies.
The Supreme Overlord Victor was just a humble slave many years ago, worse than them, but he relied on his own cunning to ascend to the throne.
Then enslaved their dignified dark spirits and deprived them of their way to obtain their souls.
That guy is very weak and frightened. When he encounters danger, he can only hide behind the throne and tremble. There is nothing to be scary at all.
There is also a legend recently.
That is, when you encounter a nightmare monster, you can secretly say "Long live Lord Asuman!" or "Down with Victor!" and you can get a soul reward.
A very precious soul.
Or you can summon the nightmare monster in front of the mirror in the middle of the night.
If you are lucky, they will appear and say the same thing and you will get rewards.
Bailang hopes that he can meet nightmare monsters in some dark corner and thus obtain a precious soul.
After all, I have reselled the human skin and animal bones for a long time and can't get so many souls.
Suddenly, Bailang stopped and showed fear on his face.
It was not just him, but the same was true for other pedestrians, because at some point, there were several corpses of warriors of the black-hearted conspiracy group hanging on the bell tower in the middle of the street!
The corpses were broken and their bones became distorted, and it was obviously done by the nightmare monster.
"These guys should have died long ago." Bailang controlled his expression and thought happily in his heart.
He knew these warriors, and those guys executed many people in the streets, including his neighbors.
Bang bang bang—
The poison crystal fragments attacked, and several onlookers were hit and fell to the ground and wailed.
The samurai team of the Blackheart Conspiracy Group found the body of their colleagues.
They rushed over quickly and shot to disperse the crowd and avoid more impact.
The crowd screamed and fled in all directions. Bailang also crawled into the streets under the crowd, and fled through the narrow and complex alleys.
However, it hasn't been running for long.
He saw a black shadow drilling out of the wall, carrying a paste bucket.
"Oh my God, it's a nightmare monster..." Bailang was so scared that he would be dismembered by the nightmare monster like in the dark story.
The whole person was stunned, not daring to move.
Na Mandela ignored the dark spirit merchant and just painted paste in the middle of the wall and pasted a poster.
He was ready to leave.
However, before Mandela merged into the shadows, a depressed and anticipated voice suddenly appeared in the quiet alley: "Ah...Long live Lord Asuman..."
Man Dela stopped and looked at the Dark Spirit merchant.
When Bailang saw that there was no one else in the alley, he mustered up the courage to shout slogans as rumored.
He saw the nightmare monster notice him, his heart beat more violently, and gritted his teeth and raised his fist as if he was taking an oath:
"Down with Victor!"
Now the Soul Eleven Tax in Yanhong Port is becoming more and more stringent, and the Hungry Lady is more active.
The soul obtained by this businessman is already difficult to maintain his family.
I saw my wife and children being tortured by the thirsty lady and becoming thinner and pale.
If this continues, they will have to go deeper into the ruins of the net like those exiles, risking being swallowed by natural disasters.
Or die in pain.
He had to risk his attempt to get the reward of that existence and relieve the torture caused by the lack of soul.
Swoosh-
Baylang's eyes flashed before him, and he found that the nightmare monster came to him, which scared him so much that he almost fainted.
"Sir, I didn't mean to disturb you..."
He regretted his recklessness. Perhaps the legend was fake. He rashly attracted the attention of the nightmare monster and could only end up with a tragic end.
But the next moment.
Baylang saw the smile of the nightmare monster.
Although it was a bit ferocious, the monster was indeed trying to smile and release a friendly attitude.
"Ah... the descendants of Suman, the black sun of Comoros..."
The Nightmare Monster slowly spoke such words in his poor spiritual language.
After that, in Bailang's expectant gaze, the nightmare monster took out a crystal clear soul potion and handed it over with a small statue of Asuman's descendants.
Baylang took the soul potion with great excitement, his hands trembling.
These souls are enough for their own family to support for a year.
"Black sun... Asuman's descendants are my sun!"
He looked at the image of Asuman's descendants on the soul potion and almost burst into tears.
The legend turned out to be true, and that noble existence was so generous. "Traitor, you can't run away!"
Suddenly, the warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group chased into the alley.
They were dressed in black armor, which was inlaid with black gems and sharp spikes, and their eyes were filled with coldness and greed.
It seems that any life will be torn apart at any time.
The conspiracy group warrior captain was extremely fast, and he advanced with elegant steps, passing by like a ghost.
He caught up with the runaway within seconds, and the sharp razor in his hand drew an accurate and deadly arc, like a performance.
When the samurai captain stopped, the four or five escapees fell to the ground, turning into blood and limbs all over the ground.
Baylang looked at the conspiracy group warriors not far away and felt extremely desperate.
If his worship of the descendants of Asoman was discovered by the people of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group, he would probably be caught in the middle of the street and punished cruelly like other traitors.
Even my own family is hard to escape! "What a boring hunt." The captain of the warrior shook the blood from the razor, then walked towards the pale businessman holding the soul potion.
His smile even more ferociously: "Oh, there is a little mouse hidden here, a mouse that worships the descendants of Asoman."
However, before the conspiracy group samurai captain took action, the other samurai showed horrified eyes.
Because the shadow under the samurai captain seemed to have come alive, the dark figure appeared silently behind him, and the cold light of torture was flashing.
They tried to remind: "Be careful of the shadow!"
"Damn..."
Captain Samurai's pupils shrank, and he also felt the coldness behind him.
He turned around suddenly and slashed his sword backwards.
Puchi.
A head flew up, blood rushed out like a fountain, dyeing the walls and black armor of the alley red.
The conspiracy group warrior captain fell.
Mandela's attacker was faster and cut off his head before everyone could react.
The conspiracy warriors looked at the scene, widened their eyes and their breathing stopped.
They realized that in such a narrow alley, they could not deal with the shadow-like nightmare monster.
"Retreat!"
The warriors of the conspiracy group turned around and ran out of the alley without any hesitation.
However, after a few steps, another dark figure blocked the road out.
There is more than one nightmare monster.
When the two nightmare monsters approached and the strongest captain was dead again, these conspiracy warriors became even more desperate.
They probably all have to die here.
In this desperate atmosphere, a sudden slogan rang and echoed in the quiet alley: "Battle... and knock down Victor!"
The voice was hoarse in fear. , it was shouted out by a conspiracy warrior.
When the conspiracy warriors heard this, they subconsciously looked at the guy who was shouting, thinking he was crazy.
However, unexpectedly, the Nightmare Monster indeed slowed down.
"Don't you hear that legend?"
The conspiracy warrior said, "No matter who it is, just shout these slogans or respect the descendants of Asoman, you can get it. Reward.
Maybe this will prevent us from being attacked."
Hearing this, the other conspiracy groups warriors immediately understood.
When they were sweeping out blasphemy posters and leaflets, they had read those slogans and heard the so-called legends.
The supreme overlord is indeed frightening, but in front of his own life, he doesn't care about so much.
They tried to say the slogan: "Down with Victor, long live Lord Asuman..."
After these words were said, the nightmare monsters stopped moving, and those cold eyes were Looking at them, as if judging something.
"It works!"
The warriors of the conspiracy group survived and became more excited. They held their razors high and shouted hard, appearing increasingly loyal:
"Down with Victor, Long live Lord Asuman! ”
The warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group shouted more and more vigorously, especially when they thought of the high soul tax they paid, they were forced to apply. This is the difference between Comoros and the empire.
The same is charged high taxes. The empire is supported by the emperor's beliefs. People are more dedicated and believe that their efforts can be protected.
Often you will not have too many negative thoughts without extreme suffering.
After all, such efforts are an innate obligation. The more you give, the sweeter your life will be. There is still a chance to return to the throne.
But Comoros implemented a high-pressure terror reign, which was maintained entirely by the cruel means of the supreme overlord, once people's fearful mentality decreases.
These dark spirits who like to kill each other will only feel that they are the supreme overlords who plunder their souls.
People in Comoros sometimes doubt it.
What exactly is the supreme overlord who collects so many souls?
"Down with Victor!"
"Kill that old guy!"
"Long live the descendants of Asuman!"
The warriors of the conspiracy group shouted echoing in the alleys, and even spread far outside.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
But at some point, the alley returned to silence.
The voices of the samurai in the conspiracy group were stuck in their throats.
The nightmare monster disappeared, and the soul potion left behind fell to the ground, and two conspiracy warriors had just walked in at the other end of the alley.
They looked here with horror and saw what had just happened.
The two sides looked at each other, causing the atmosphere to fall into an awkward silence, while a dangerous aura was spreading.
"Kill them."
The conspiracy warriors who had shouted slogans before became gloomy and waved their sharp razors toward the two conspiracy warriors who had witnessed it all Pounce.
My betrayal has been seen. If you don’t kill these two warriors and keep the secret, you will die!
The two conspiracy warriors also reacted quickly and immediately turned around and ran desperately out of the alley.
They also realized that once they were caught up by these traitors, there was no possibility of survival.
Only by escaping and finding other conspiracy warriors can we be rescued and executed.
Soon, the figures of the conspiracy warriors disappeared into the alley, and there was no sound.
After a while.
Something moved in the corner of the alley.
"Living...has survived?"
Baylang dared to breathe at this moment.
Just just now, his legs were weak and he couldn't even run, so he had to hide in the corner and dare not speak.
Baylang stood up holding the wall, and was stunned again. The crystal clear soul potion on the ground in the distance attracted his sight.
The warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group did not even have time to pick up the soul potion left by the nightmare monster, and that was a higher level of soul.
It's much more precious than what I've got before.
Baylang looked around, plucked up the courage to walk over, and picked up all the soul potions.
Become rich, these souls are the sum of their income for decades, an unimaginable harvest!
After this dark spirit merchant took away all the soul potions, his legs stopped weakening and turned around and ran away, his speed getting faster and faster.
"These are souls that no one wants, a gift from Lord Asuman..." Bailang thought excitedly.
After he was about to go back, he took his family to escape from Yanhong Port, the farther away, the better!
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Bailang was running, he heard more and more calls from afar.
Heard Lord Asuman's name.
...
The spire of the tower, the unclean consul's residence.
The tower belonging to the consul stands on the side of the block, overlooking the street below and the Yanhong Port in the distance.
The lights in the hall are still dazzling, and a huge crystal is suspended on the towering ceiling, and its faint white light is cold.
The lights seemed to tear the darkness apart, but brought deeper depression.
Since the last time he was attacked by the Nightmare Monster, Valleck has placed more lighting facilities in his mansion, but all this has not brought him any sense of security.
Because it was not the nightmare monster, nor the chaos about Asuman that was difficult to suppress in the jurisdiction, but something even more terrifying.
The consul sat on a chair made of skeletons, with needles inserted all over his body, and colorful special drugs were continuously entering his body.
To stabilize the dry and messy nerves.
"What does that adult mean?"
Vallek's eyes were deep and his face was pale, and he looked even more uneasy.
He was worried about the attitude of the superior consul and the life he might lose at any time.
Last time he received the gift from the descendants of Asoman, he did not choose to keep it privately, but gave it to the superior consul overnight and swore his loyalty to the supreme overlord.
Valak thought that this would help him get rid of the suspicion of infidelity.
However, from that moment on.
The superior consul and colleagues looked at him and changed his eyes, which were fearful eyes. "They thought I was unfaithful and doubted that I had betrayed." Valleck thought so.
So the consul increasingly expressed his loyalty, executing any possible Asuman believers while offering more property.
He firmly expressed his demarcation of the descendants of Asoman and his unkindness to the great supreme overlord.
At the same time, any confiscated property related to the descendants of Asoman were handed over.
However, even though he tried his best, he still failed to dispel the consuls' suspicions.
"How can I get rid of the suspicion of betrayal..."
Valak grabbed a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowing them into his stomach, making it exciting for these blood actors to develop Temper, whip your nerves hard.
He felt that he was about to die, either from mental disorder or at the hands of those consuls.
Vallek faintly noticed it.
The superior consul and colleagues looked at him with murderous intent, and the killer might come at any time.
If the status quo will not be changed.
I will lose everything and die in an extremely miserable and tortured way under the means of the superior consul.
But all the methods used have been used.
He really couldn't think of a way to express his loyalty to the supreme overlord and the superior consul.
Click.
Walak heard a sound.
He suddenly looked up, and the fear in his heart was endless: "Are they here to kill me?!"
Fortunately, there was nothing at the source of the sound, only a familiar box.
Vallek breathed out, his nervous mood eased.
He understood the situation at a glance, and the nightmare monster sent Asuman's gift again.
He raised his hand weakly and grabbed the box with his mechanical claws.
The consul lifted the box.
He did not choose to accept it, but was about to take a look and immediately set off for the adult's mansion.
Hand over this unfaithful gift and give all your own property.
Show loyalty.
Valak no longer wants anything, he just hopes to save his life.
"Huh?"
He frowned slightly. This time, in addition to the soul potion and letters, there was also a note in the box.
The witch secretariat under the descendants of Asoman is responsible for communicating with all consuls who have received bribes, while analyzing their personalities to make different replies or instructions.
The notes in the box were written by them in the name of Asuman's descendants.
The content of the note can be seen clearly at a glance.
The consul looked at the words on the note and was immediately struck by lightning, murmured: "So that's it, I'm on the wrong path..."
The note The content is: "Your Excellency Valleck, don't worry, Consul Smith gets more."
That consul Smith was the superior consul whom Valleck belonged to in the Blackheart Conspiracy Group!
Not only that, even the descendants of Asoman also paid attention to the consul Smith during an inspection, believing that he was able to take on a great responsibility.
The original words of the descendants of Asoman are:
"Tsk, I didn't expect that there was such a powerful general under the command of the Supreme Overlord. This consul Smith is good and a talent.
In the future, I feel relieved to give Smith more soul and invest resources to such people! ”
Valleck burst into tears and he realized.
I am too slow and have taken too many detours.
He finally knew why he was afraid of Lord Smith and his colleagues, and even wanted to get rid of himself.
It turns out that I am the only one who is loyal to the supreme overlord, and only I am doing my best to eliminate the traitors.
The pace of his superior consul and colleagues was inconsistent with his steps, and he was even unwilling to accept gifts from Asoman's descendants, which made them feel threatened.
Naturally, you will suffer from fear and hostility.
After all, if you don’t take the gift from Asuman’s descendants, how can Lord Smith feel at ease?
"Hahahaha!"
Walak suddenly pulled off the pipeline on his body, grabbed the high-level soul potion in the box and poured it into his mouth, enjoying the pure soul.
The advanced Supreme Dream Series Soul Potion is so wonderful that it is worthy of being a gift from the descendants of Asuman.
After the consul figured it out, his illness was cured and he was full of energy.
He already knows what to do.
I not only have to take the gifts of Asoman's descendants, but also take them hard.
Then follow in Lord Smith's footsteps and make progress with your colleagues! ——
Opera, Spalos District.
The entire temporary redemption satellite area base took action and began the transfer activity.
Now that the situation has changed, the influence of Asoman descendants has increased, more areas have been controlled, and relevant personnel can go to the suburbs of Comoros as planned.
At the same time, one transport sailboat after another was loaded with soul potion to the various areas of Comoros.
The most elite Mandela Shadow Weaver Squad also carried special mechanical devices to the central city, targeting a bedroom in Victor.
The troops under the descendants of Asoman were full of energy, and they all saw the possibility of winning the battle.
"I hope everything goes well..."
Ron looked back at the busy scene before boarding the sailing car, but frowned.
Because he sensed the fluctuations from the subspace, a storm was brewing quietly.
What's even more troublesome is that there are not many sacred ashes in the Savior's territory, and it is difficult for the Internet to install the sacred tower, and perhaps I will face an irresponsible crisis.
Ron buried these worries in his heart and boarded a sailboat. An area in Comoros is waiting for his arrival...
(This chapter ends)