People, on the premise of possibility, will leave a way back for themselves.

Jason?

It's no exception.

In other words, the life of the 'city that never sleeps' has made him more and more accustomed to leaving himself a way back.

So—

'Moments after dawn, declare me the ultimate champion of this 'game'! ’

This was when Jason told Lothar 11 about Lothar 11 when he was separated from him.

To this, Lothar 11 did not refuse.

In the heart of Lothar 11, his friend Jason was originally a well-deserved first.

As for the remaining 'survivors' and 'abusers' who are involved in the 'game'?

Needless to say, those 'outcasts' from the hundred great families, Lothar11 knew very well what these people were.

As for the 'abusers'?

Lothar 11 simply flipped through the files of these 'abusers' and didn't want to take a second look.

In his mind, these people should go straight to the gallows.

And not to appear in the so-called 'game'.

Even the 'death lawyer', who seemed to have a slight 'sense of justice', forced several witnesses to change their confessions by burying his family alive in order to win the case before looking at the other party, and Lothar11's favor towards him turned negative.

But what can be done about it?

These are all games prescribed by the 'fathers'.

He's a young man and can't change anything.

At least, it can't be changed now.

Of course, he believed that the Lord's personality would be able to change all that.

And he?

Just need to cooperate.

"Did your mother reply?"

Lothar11 looked at Hera10, who looked solemn.

From the time the message just came, Hera 10 had such an expression.

However, just as Lothar 11 was asking, the solemnity on Hera 10's face suddenly disappeared, and the tension in her eyes disappeared as well, leaving only a sense of relaxation.

Such a change could not be concealed from Lothar 11.

"Solved?"

Lothar11 asked.

"Hmm!"

"My 'inspiration' just now gave me the feeling that a great crisis was coming, but now it is peaceful—at least, there is no danger to those of us here."

Hera10 nodded, and at the end of her sentence, she added.

"That's good."

Lothar 11 breathed a sigh of relief for his own life.

Then, the eleventh heir of the Lothar family, he naturally asked.

"Can you get in touch with your mother?"

"I wish I could know more about Mandeline's Town."

Lothar 11 did not hide.

Hera 10 is Jason's friend, and naturally he is his friend.

For friends, such a direct inquiry is best.

"I'll ask."

Hera10 stood up and said.

Lothar 11 is a friend of Jason's, and she doesn't mind helping.

"Okay."

Lothar11 nodded, and after seeing Hera 10 leave, his gaze once again scanned the younger generation of the 'Hundred Great Families' present.

Swept by Lothar 11's gaze, horror flashed in the depths of the eyes of these young people of the 'Hundred Great Families'.

It's not just that Lothar 11 suddenly killed one of them with a 'finger gun'.

Although this is one of the most important reasons.

But another reason is that Lothar 11 has just informed them of the news.

Open 'Mystery Side'!

How can this be!

You must know that the reason why the 'Hundred Great Families' can control this world is because the 'mysterious side' is completely in the hands of the 'Hundred Great Families'.

The civilians had become their equals.

Although it will not be possible in a short time.

But sooner or later, it will reach such an extent.

And also......

'The Body of God'!

Once these civilians are made aware of such a existence.

So, what will the whole world become?

Can you say against it now?

All the younger generations had in their minds the corpse that had just fallen to the ground with a 'bang'.

Defend the interests of all with your own life?

These young generations from the 'Big 100 Families' can't do it.

They will only use their gaze to encourage others to try.

As for themselves?

Sit back and enjoy the accomplishments.

Wasn't it always like this before?

Lothar 11 saw this, and there was not the slightest surprise in his heart.

As he said these words, he guessed the reaction of these people.

Just like me!

It's all so selfish!

Lothar 11 laughed at herself.

Why did he know these young people so well?

Because, they are the same kind of people.

Merely......

He is a fabricated sub-personality who is sometimes influenced by the 'great personality', and thus feels the feeling of seeing those innocent people who are about to suffer without knowing it.

So I had some thoughts in my heart.

Such thoughts made him change slightly.

It's just a little change!

He can't really save the innocent.

He could only give those people a way to save themselves.

'Mystery Side'!

'Secret Arts'!

The part about the 'body of the gods', and even most of the 'secret arts' is naturally impossible to disclose, this will touch the root of the 'hundred great families', no matter how skilled he is, once he touches this, he will have to be exterminated into scum.

Therefore, he can only find a way to publish some foundations.

Then, add some more advanced ones.

If you can, hide some advanced arcane knowledge into it.

And this ......

That's his limit.

"I'm sorry!"

"I did my best!"

"I don't want to die yet, so that's all I can do, hopefully...... Hey, what am I pretentious? What qualifications do I have as a sub-personality to say these things, this is all the arrangement of the main personality. ”

Lothar11 laughed to himself again.

However, in the bottom of his heart, he silently added another sentence.

"I hope you ...... Continual self-improvement! ”

Then, Lothar 11 was once again embarrassed by his hypocrisy.

He raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose.

Then, the whole person leaned back in the chair.

He was waiting for Hera 10 to return.

Although it is possible to ask about the 'master personality' at this time, if you ask about the 'master personality' for this kind of thing, he will definitely be irritated with the character of the 'master personality', and he doesn't want to be wiped out because of such a 'trivial matter'.

So just wait.

Thankfully, the wait was short-lived.

Stomp, stomp!

With the sound of steady and powerful footsteps, Hera 10 returned.

The expression on his face was even more solemn than before.

She whispered into Lothar11's ear as she informed her of the news she had just gotten.

Surprise appeared in Lothar's eyes.

The whole person sat up even more.

Then, a look appeared on his face.

So that's it!

Is this the 'master' you want?

Is that why you approve of me?

Because the 'Hundred Great Families' will exist in name only, naturally there is no need to care about their attitude.

What about my plan...... Is it possible to change it a little bit as well?

Give them more opportunities?

Thinking of this, Lothar11 asked the 'master', and after receiving acquiescence, Lothar11 sat up straight.

He looked around and said with a smile on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

……

At the end of that river that ferries the undead is a canyon promenade.

After passing through the canyon promenade, there is a mountain peak.

The peaks rise high into the sky.

At the very top is a palace.

Beneath the mountain is a deep valley.

From time to time, the sounds of interrogation and questioning were heard in the bottomless valley, accompanied by the wails and begs for mercy of the dead souls.

Lothar and Lothar1's eyes first glanced at the palace at the top of the mountain.

Then, all eyes were on the deep valley.

Will my wife (mother) be there?

The thought that his wife (mother) might be tortured in the deep valley changed the expressions of Lothar and Lothar1, father and son.

Lothar, who had always been as calm as a lake and had no emotional ups and downs, had a fierce killing intent on her body.

Sharp as a blade.

Killing intent is like a cold wind.

As soon as they appeared, the dark clouds in the sky rolled endlessly, and the ground began to tremble slightly.

Woo!

The wind howled.

Mixed with deadly snow and ice.

Lothar 1 had a crazy face, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, his eyes looked at the deep valley, and suddenly, the sound of interrogation, questioning, wailing, and begging for mercy was gone.

There was only hysterical screaming left.

"I can't wait now!"

"Can't wait to twist your heads off!"

"Heheheheha

With a maniacal laugh, Lothar1 rushed like an arrow towards the palace at the top of the hill.

Lothar?

It's one step ahead.

When Lothar1 arrived at the hilltop palace, the palace had already turned white with its inky darkness and endless majesty...... Frozen.

Sitting there, it's like an ice mound.

Lothar looked at the palace in confusion.

Lothar1 looked at his puzzled father, the madness in his heart subsided slightly, and then, carefully looked at the palace in front of him.

The next moment, Lothar1 let out a confused and surprised voice.

"Huh?"

It's been a long time since there's been anything that has surprised Lothar1.

However, the matter in front of you is definitely one of them.

He was ready to fight the master of the palace, the legendary 'Lord of the Styx', 'the home of the dead', the 'refuge of shadows', and the 'shepherd of the night'.

Can......

But the other party died.

No!

You can't say you're dead.

The other party's body is there, but it is like a manipulated puppet, mechanically completing its own work.

There is no more agility or sanity.

Even if it is attacked, it is a board and a glance.

Even the counterattack had to be a beat slower.

Black dead air poured in from all directions towards Lothar and Lothar1.

Lothar raised her hand.

Such a black dead air is frozen.

The figure inside froze in place.

It seems that such a thing did not come to mind at all.

It doesn't seem to know what to do next.

"What's going on?"

Lothar1 looked confused.

Lothar shook her head, not knowing.

And at this very moment-

Da-da-da-da!

Suddenly, the fog rolled up, and with the crisp sound of horses' hooves, a pitch-black carriage fell from mid-air.

After the four dark horses looked at Lothar and Lothar1 with cloudy eyes, the carriage of the carriage opened straight open, and the souls inside came out one by one.

"Pondor? Dolco? ”

Looking at the many acquaintances who appeared inside, Lothar 1 raised his eyebrows.

However, these 'fathers' of the once famous 'Hundred Great Families' couldn't see Lothar and Lothar 1 just walking towards the frozen palace.

With each step, a whole life emerges above their heads.

The life of one of them caught the attention of Lothar, Lothar1.

It's the leader of 'them'.

When father and son saw the existence hidden behind the leader of 'their', the two of them felt a real anger in their hearts.

"It turned out to be him!"

Lothar gritted her teeth, crunching.

"Huh."

"Is this such a bastard who killed my mother?"

Lothar1 chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

There is only a hideous killing intent.

The next moment, Lothar pushed open the 'door'.

The father and son disappeared.

……

Jason is gone.

Just disappeared in front of him.

This made the huge body a little overwhelmed.

Immediately, though, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He is not good at fighting himself.

Now that Jason was gone, it was fine, but the thought of what Jason had said as he left made the huge body frown.

But soon, all that was left was a sneer.

"Come back?"

"I don't know how you got out of here, though."

"But when you return, I'll be able to fully master this body and be familiar with the fighting techniques!"

"When the time comes...... Hum! ”

With a cold snort, the huge body was filled with tyrannical killing intent.

He hadn't forgotten what Jason had done to him.

Devour his flesh.

Cut his throat.

And also......

Let him become the god of solitary testicles!

Although the body of God will grow back, it is unforgivable!

"Next time, I must ...... you"

The huge body swore a curse.

But before he could finish speaking, a door appeared silently behind him.

Two figures walked out of the door, and without any hesitation, they raised their legs and kicked on the back of the head of the huge body.

Compared to the huge body, the two figures are completely insignificant, and it stands to reason that such a kick will not be effective at all, but in fact, on the contrary, the huge body that pressed these two feet not only fell heavily to the ground, but also fell into dizziness and couldn't get up at all.

With a gloomy face, Lothar walked in front of her huge body.

Let the other person's eyes see you.

And the moment he saw Lothar, the huge body exclaimed.

"Lothar!"

Full of trepidation.

Full of fear.

"Good."

This is Lothar's answer.

Then, raise your hand and punch it.

Bang!

A tiny fist was imprinted on the forehead of the huge body.

Syllable!

The head of the huge body shattered like a watermelon that had been crushed by a truck.

Then, under the influence of the body of the god, the head began to recover.

But then it was shattered by Lothar.

After ten times in a row, Lothar didn't make another move, he sensed the remaining vitality of the other party, and thought quietly.

Outright death?

Too cheap each other!

He wants to make the other party worse than dead!

At this time, Lothar1 found something and laughed.

Lothar followed Lothar1's gaze and immediately saw the scars on the neck and crotch of the huge body.

Then, he looked at the puckball mask and blade that Lothar1 had picked up.

"Is it a friend of Lothar 11, a young man named Jason?"

"What a good boy!"

"Well done."

Lothar did not hesitate to compliment.

"Well, it's much better than the previous fox friends, and Lothar 11 has made a good friend this time."

Lothar1 was also happy for his brother.

Then, the father and son looked at each other, and Lothar1 said with a strange smile as she looked at the huge body.

"Lothar11's friends can't lose their precious belongings because of some guys, we should send them back to Jason, it just so happens that these two items are full of thoughts of their masters, and we have a good sacrifice here."

"Of course!"

Lothar nodded in agreement.

"No!"

"You can't do that!"

"I'm ...... God"

Bang!

The huge body that heard the conversation between the father and son shouted in panic.

He knew what the two were going to do.

But it was precisely because he knew that he was afraid.

He didn't want to be two inconspicuous props looking for the help of his master...... No, it would be more appropriate to say 'fuel'.

However, the father and son completely ignored the wailing of their huge bodies, and Lothar1 simply punched the other party to shut up completely.

Then, an intricate ritual appeared in the confined space.

The huge body is below, and the hockey mask and blade are on top.

Then, it's burning!

Burning the divine power, soul, and body of the huge body, giving the puck masks and blades, and allowing them to return to the arms of their masters.

Such a burning is undoubtedly painful.

It is undoubtedly worse than death.

And this satisfied the father and son of Lothar.

When the last wail was gone, the massive body was reduced to ashes, and the puck mask and blade were gone.

Father and son looked at each other.

There is no smile.

And there was no relief.

There is just unwillingness.

"Father, do you think you can turn back time?"

After a moment of silence, Lothar1 suddenly asked.

"Going back in time? Impossible! ”

Lothar replied in the affirmative.

Frustration welled up in Lothar1's eyes.

"But ......"

"We can go back in time!"

Lothar paused.

Immediately, Lothar1's eyes lit up.

The father and son looked at each other again, and then disappeared in an instant.

It is also this enclosed space that disappears together.

Or rather......

Collapse!

Collapse without warning.

It's as if it appeared out of nowhere.

Its disappearance was also sudden.

Everything, it seems, does not exist.

But just before the space was about to completely collapse, a tall, strong figure appeared here.

As soon as it appeared, that kind of arrogant to the extreme, strong to the extreme aura impacted the collapsed space, making the collapse of the entire space stagnate.

Layers of fluctuations emanated from this figure.

It forms a road ripple and impacts in all directions.

"Jason's smell!"

"Jason has been here!"

Arras, dressed in a martial arts uniform, looked left and right, sniffing.

However, the collapsing space hindered her.

"Damn!"

"One step too late!"

"Jason, wait for me!"

With such a shout, Arras rose into the sky, turning into a phantom, completely shattering the collapsed enclosed space.

Only a large, blazing 'day' character remained.

The flaming text quickly burned out.

The space also completely collapsed.

All that was left was pitch black.

But in the darkness, the deeper darkness is one after another.

The raging flame of the soul suddenly lit up.

The whole darkness was illuminated.

Tens of thousands of skull dragons appeared here silently, the bone wings were opened, there were tens of thousands of meters, and the black knights with ominous black armor on the dragon's back patrolled here, and behind them, there was an endless army of undead.

Boundless.

Can't count.

In the center of the army of the undead, in a palace entirely made up of shadows, on a soft couch, Denise sat in a huff.

I didn't find it again!

Obviously I've already used the Philosopher's Stone to locate Jason!

Why haven't you found Jason yet?

"Her Majesty."

"Please stop your anger!"

"There is indeed the atmosphere of His Royal Highness the Prince here, His Royal Highness has been here, but he has left, as long as we continue to search, we will definitely be able to find His Royal Highness."

In the shadows, Rydelman stepped out and persuaded his majesty.

As a prime minister, this is what it must do.

Her Majesty is happy, and it is happy.

Her Majesty is angry, and it is angry.

Her Majesty is sad, and it is sad.

As for governing the kingdom of the dead?

Although they have long been stated...... No, the strength to build a dynasty, but they swim at the will of the queen and will never stay in one place.

"Hmm."

"Keep looking for Jason."

Dennis nodded.

At the sound of an order, countless undead spirits opened again.

In the darkness that was deeper than pitch black, the flames of the soul illuminated everything.

Anyone who perceives the existence of this army is fleeing one after another.

They, they, they looked at the army in horror, and shouted in a trembling voice—

"Scourge of the Dead!"

"Yes, yes—"

"Scourge Queen!"

……

Just when all existence is avoided, between dream and reality.

A fleet was ready to set sail.

Gizier stood timidly and uneasily, looking at the patchwork fleet.

"Can they really fly?"

"Of course!"

"And they don't just fly!"

"You can also travel through dreams!"

"That's the key to finding Jason!"

Evelyn replied.

"Shall we tell the others?"

The kind-hearted Gizchel asked.

However, he immediately screamed in pain and squatted down with his head covered.

It was Evelyn in the body who hit it.

"Who are you going to tell?"

"Jason is the two of us, no one can interfere, even if you only tell 'Cloak', 'Futon No. 1' and 'Futon No. 2', but they will definitely tell the others, those guys have never forgotten to look for Jason, so, only we know, you don't want those goblins to pester Jason, right?"

Evelyn said huffingly.

"Hmm."

Gixeur nodded weakly.

"Then let's go!"

"Find Jason!"

"Take him back to the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' and live happily together!"

With such a declaration, Evelyn took control of the body of the female pastry chef and stepped into the battleship.

Then, with a roar.

The fleet took off.

The next moment, they retreated into the void.

No!

Yes, dreams!

They move forward and search in a unique way.

And at this moment, Jason, who had returned to the 'City That Never Sleeps', suddenly felt an itchy nose.

He sneezed uncontrollably.

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

Three in a row, loud and loud.