"Give up, even if you shout and cut your throat, no one will come to save you, just be honest." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The place was on a hill in the middle of a lush plain, and I said to a certain waste magic sword.

At the end of the line of sight, the town is surrounded by towering walls.

The whole gray-white town is meandered by a river on the plain. Because it was close to lunch, the smoke of cooking was scattered everywhere, and the peace was as peaceful as if it were a paradise.

"Partner, let me ask you, are you serious?"

Unexpectedly, the waste magic sword, which is known for its unreliability, looked at me solemnly (don't ask how dignified the sword is, thank you).

Looking at the solemn appearance of the unreliable magic sword holding his arm, I suddenly wanted to laugh.

"Oh. You didn't even play with the throat stalk, what do you mean by that?"

"It seems that because of what Uncle Ben usually does, you have misunderstood something. Do you really think that Uncle Ben is the kind of existence that disregards his identity in order to be true to his desires?!".

Yes.. Spandam, this guy, even has the face to say such things to me.

Could it be.. Does it think it doesn't?

And don't talk about your identity, you don't even have an ID card, right? After all, where did he get this kind of confidence?!

"Just. . . Even if you think so, partner. Uncle Ben can only tell you, partner, you are wrong!".

Looking at my disgusted eyes, Spandam probably realized that he didn't seem to be a character who could say this kind of line.

Stare at............

After an embarrassing turn, the Waste Demon Sword finally told the truth: "It's just, even if Uncle Ben is so slightly unprofessional."

"Just slightly?".

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"Ahem, let's talk about something else. Partner, although Uncle Ben is very satisfied with you, if your real purpose is to destroy the undead, then you are Uncle Ben's enemy!"

Spandam said to me with dignity and awe, as if he were standing on the side of justice.

Oh, that's good, let's not talk about how this guy can hear my conversation with Carol while riding a roller coaster, and say that this guy Spendam is really the old magic sword that has followed my boss for thousands of years?!

How to say it.. It's just like that, like it, it's intellectual, it's handicapped.

"Listen up, Waste Magic Sword, although it's unpleasant to explain to you. But do you really think that with the soul mark of the previous Undead King, those Death Lords will honestly listen to me?!"

"It's not a matter of course, maybe because you haven't seen Daddy's methods, so you have some doubts, but Daddy's authority among the undead is indeed unquestionable, as long as you declare yourself Daddy's successor."

Alas, it seems that this guy is still immersed in the glory days of the undead thousands of years ago.

Although it is true that I have not seen the methods of the previous undead king, this does not prevent me from thinking with super salted fish power.

"Uh-huh, partner, why are you looking at Uncle Ben with such pity, eh, what's the matter with this feeling of giving up? Don't go!"

Looking at a certain magic sword that rushed over and hugged my thigh, my heart was really mixed.

This guy Spandam doesn't have the dignity of being a strong man at all.

I hate to say that, but if I'm not mistaken, he seems to be an ancient bone dragon.

Is it really the legendary super bone dragon that single-handedly destroyed the entire Elven Empire? What kind of living environment can create this kind of character in a sense?

"Well, I'm telling you, no, I won't listen. Those Death Lords won't listen to me at all!, rather, they want to kill me now, and they are more urgent than conquering the Demon Realm and this continent."

"This can't be! Daddy has established a soul link with those guys, they can't go against Daddy's will!"

Hearing me say this, Spandam waved his hand and smiled, looking at me mockingly.

And then with the look of not knowing what you're talking about, it just talks so confidently.

Alas.. This guy.

Considering the absolute authority of the soul link among the undead, there seems to be some truth in this statement.

"I said you, think about things with a little bit of your brain. It's not surprising that your dad once had soul links with those Death Lords, but theoretically, if I inherited this soul link, you'd probably be right."

I sighed helplessly, not knowing what to say, and looked at Spandam, what a poor fellow.

It is true, if only in theory.

If it's purely through the soul mark, I can indeed inherit the boss's country, probably.

But here's the problem, the Book of the Dead also thinks so as a matter of course, that's why she dares to fall into a deep sleep unscrupulously. Because her original intention was probably for me to take these Death Lords to invade other Demon Realm Divisions.

At least, even if I can't defeat the other divisions, it's unlikely that I will be destroyed with the help of those Death Lords.

"Alas. You won't be unnoticed, because of the fear of the restriction of the soul link, those Death Lords have been separated for thousands of years. That's not hundreds of days, it's thousands of years. Then why did they split again hundreds of years ago and kill each other?"

"This, this ......"

The Waste Demon Sword was speechless, it seemed that he really hadn't thought about this mess.

"Although it's just my guess, those Death Lords won't have a way to untie the soul link a long time ago, right?"

"It's impossible, Uncle Ben can still feel the connection between them and Dad."

"If it weren't for that, it would have been better if they had completely untied the soul link. Spendham, can you tell me any Death Lord who is a brainless fool?"

“…… No, no, they are all wise men who are on par with Uncle Ben."

Eh.. Hey, there's a shameless guy here... If they were all about the same as you, I wouldn't be so distressed.

Looking at Spendham's dodgy eyes, I knew it couldn't be.

In fact, this is what I'm worried about, according to the fixed routine that I have traversed, my career should be to obtain the inheritance, recover the Death Lord, and then defeat half of the Demon Realm, conquer the Patrick Continent, and finally conquer the Demon Realm and become the Demon King.

But because I got used to being a salted fish, and the salted fish thought was deeply rooted, I was just afraid.

If I am one of the Death Lords, I have followed the leader for thousands of years with hard work.

Then the leader said to go, and disappeared for thousands of years without leaving any instructions. But he didn't leave the country to us, the heroes who helped you overcome all difficulties and help you build a great cause for thousands of years.

Instead, he casually pulled a skeleton from another world to lead us?!

Although saying so may be a bit sorry for my boss. But to tell the truth, the leader of this brain-dead is me and me.

Well, the events have developed to such an extent that the rebellion is already an indispensable element.

"Spandam, there is such a thing as deterrence, it will fade over time, do you know the allusion that the scar forgets the pain, if the only thing that restricts these death lords is the soul link, then it is the worst."

That's all for the sake of it, the Waste Demon Sword is still that confused, I really don't know what to say about it.

Alas, this guy is really.. I'm going to say it for the second time, though. If those Lords of the Dead were wise men on a par with you, then I would have succeeded in ruling the Undead right now.

There are two current situations, one is that no way to lift it has been found.

This kind of is okay, it can only mean that I just thought too much about those thoughts before, even if I secretly observed them for decades, at most, it would be a few decades later to rule the demon world, which was harmless and much safer.

After all, there is no such thing as a natural death for skeletons, and I can still tell which is more important than a few decades and eternal life.

I'm afraid it's another one, and I found a way to get rid of it.

If we focus on the second possibility, the probability is really not low in terms of thousands of years.

Think about my original world, the ancients of 2,000 years ago might have imagined that one day human beings could invent something called a '' to fly around in the sky, and two people thousands of kilometers away could easily communicate with the Internet by telephone?

It's impossible, but even if you thought about it, it would have been treated as a neurotic at the time.

But if a way is found to untie the soul connection, then why not?

"Spandam, don't you think that the timing of the Death Lords' civil war is a bit too much in line with the time when I didn't arrive at the Undead Fortress on time?"

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