When the light of the fire is completely gone, what stands there is just an ordinary person who doesn't seem to have anything special, but in this special space, such an "ordinary" is even more extraordinary.

Scott lowered his eyes, as if he were staring at the changed sarcophagus, as if he hadn't seen anything, just waited in silence. Even though Copas was very suspicious that his imposing presence was some kind of intimidation, he now seemed almost docile, and his questioning could not be more difficult to answer.

In a brief dead silence, Ante quickly lost his patience.

"What the hell are we here for?" he said angrily.

He hated being here, though the power that flowed here nourished his soul imprisoned in a cold body, making him feel so powerful. But this place belonged to him - Rockburg, Stonebutch, Rutger, his castle, his city, his land...... It was all his, but now it is under the control of others. And he, the former king, had become a monster who could not even appear in his castle in the open, and slash by the sword those lowly men who dared to occupy it.

The time has not yet come - he has always been perfunctory like this. Now he had to wonder what kind of "timing" it was.

"As you can see, I have awakened this place, but because the three-storied pagoda is out of control, the power here is somewhat ...... Loss of direction. Copas glanced at Scott, intentionally or unconsciously, "And we can't alarm the 'Sage of the Water God' just yet." So, I probably need some help from both of you. ”

In fact, the dark shadows surging in the city at this moment have obviously "alarmed" many people...... He could only hope that the faint damage didn't make those people too wary.

He still needs time. He had to solve the problem as soon as possible - he didn't have full control of the place, even if the three-storied pagoda fell into his hands...... Although he really didn't want to admit it. Doren Boford cleverly connected his Immortal Land to Rockburg's original circle, and even to Stonebutch City, but Kerman Santo broke the connection between the three, making Doren's carefully designed circle impossible to function.

However, the power that has been quietly accumulated has never disappeared - that power comes from the life and death of all living beings in this city. From the time it was built, this seemingly glorious city was treated as a huge altar that blinded the rules of the world, and all that survived in it was sacrificed, but it was completely useless because of the inexplicably twisted three-storied tower, and it was abandoned. The three-storied pagoda has now been restored to its original form, but it has been detached from any circle due to Ed Singall's interference. In such a complex situation, it is not easy for him to achieve the current step...... But if the awakened power is not fully used by him, his efforts become a joke.

As always, his tactfulness and humility did not come with equal respect. Ante's bloodshot eyes turned to him, and his eyes, which were clearly two lumps of dead flesh, still showed strong sarcasm and contempt.

"You don't have control over this place at all. He said, "You don't dare to provoke that useless little kid of the Singal family." Why the hell do you think I should 'help' you?"

"If we have a common purpose?" Copas tried to keep his tone as steady as usual, but the anger in his heart burned black in front of him. He unconsciously glanced at Scott again, but even when he heard the comment "useless little cub", the guy who had been outrageously protective didn't even move his eyebrows.

He had a vague sense that something was wrong—he had always been the calmer one, and Scott had always been warm and shallow enough to see through at a glance...... But when things got out of his control, he gradually became more and more irritable.

It was as if he was turning into another Ante.

As if a cold stream of water was pouring down on his head, he suddenly came to his senses, and the mockery that he almost blurted out was the tip of his tongue.

"Besides, this is your castle after all. Everything here...... The power I have barely grasped is based on the ancient pact between your ancestors and my gods. His voice was lowered with a fitting respect, "Allow me to borrow it for the time being...... Please let the right person do what he is good at. ”

Ante's expression became a little strange. He wasn't so easily deceived, but this low voice did do a good job of calming him.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Your heart. Copas replied, hastening to add before Ante became angry, "You don't really need it. ”

"It's really not jumping right now. Ante smirked and poked his stiff chest, "But yours didn't either—or do you try to dig out that mass of meat that you don't really need?"

He was actually physically stronger...... It's never been stronger, at least outside of this space. Even though his body still lacked warmth, and his heart beat abnormally slowly, it allowed him to regain the happiness of "being alive" that he had never felt so strongly before, almost tearing.

"Why be nostalgic for this ...... who has long since died? A fragile mortal body, Your Majesty. Copas bowed slightly, "If you have a better option?"

Ante scoffed.

"So what can you give me?" he asked, "an undead body forged by Mithril, a mass of stinking flesh that can crumple itself into any shape, or a patchwork dragon?"

"It's better than that," Copas used all his patience and perseverance to suppress the urge to knock this unknown creature to the ground and cut open his chest, "much better than that." You will have ......"

He didn't have time to finish.

Scott, who had been standing there quietly, appeared silently beside Ante, reaching out and grabbing the back of his neck. Even if he wasn't unguarded, Ante couldn't dodge it, and without even letting out a roar of rage, he was thrown down and fell to the sarcophagus without any resistance.

It was as if the lid of the coffin did not exist at all. Ante fell straight headfirst into it, and when he finally reacted and roared to jump out, the black shadow wrapped around the sarcophagus instantly turned into chains, easily crushing him to the bottom of the coffin, ignoring all his struggles and curses, firmly binding him, and sinking into his body little by little.

The sarcophagus becomes brighter. Copas's face was turned dead white, and the black lines that spread across it writhed wildly, as if they were about to burst out.

"...... the hell you have"

His voice was hoarse and broken, unable to form a sentence, but the horror and resentment that overflowed it were still distinct.

He hated such "accidents" - he hated Scott for always acting in such unpredictable ways that caught him off guard.

"Isn't that the best way to go?" Scott looked up at him, his tone as calm as if he were merely stating the facts, "and let his ancestors' bequests go to him...... Let Him get the eternal life He wants—Let Him be the most wanted, perfect puppet of your God. ”