Senior Brother's typing hand suddenly stopped.

A cold wind blew across the astrological platform, and he silently wrapped his velvet robe tightly and looked at the endless galaxy in the distance.

Seeing the countless silver-white stars in the darkness like streamers, I suddenly felt like a dream.

When did the quasi-forbidden spell mage rot the streets?

Am I dreaming?

Please, don't scare my brother, my brother is very pitiful!

Although there is already a hunch, the small trouble in the mouth of the rookie is not so simple.

But I never thought that this was beyond the level of trouble, it was a nightmare!

The elder brother looked at the chat group again.

Silver Seller: "A second of silence for the aluminum." ”

Principal Lori: "A second of silence for the aluminum outfit." ”

The elder brother was still silent, only feeling that his throat was slightly dry, so he simply broke the jar and clicked "+1".

Senior brother: "A second of silence for the aluminum." ”

Another two minutes passed.

Only then did the system send a prompt again: "Senior brother invites the aluminum-outfitted warlock to join the group chat." ”

"Big guy, are you okay? Why did you quit all of a sudden? Ye Mingyu asked with concern.

He felt like it wasn't really a big deal.

In his eyes, these bigwigs are also forbidden spell-level existences at the very least.

There may be a few more strong people who are beyond the system.

And the quasi-forbidden spell mage, although it is more troublesome in his eyes today, but in all fairness, it is only the ninth rank, and I don't know how many have been born in the long history.

The bigwigs reacted so much?

Don't......

Are you kidding me?

That's right, they must have been worried that I wouldn't be able to fit in with the group, so they deliberately livened up the atmosphere.

There is true love in the world!

"I'm fine, I just slipped my hand and accidentally clicked out, hahaha, rookie, you say it again, what's your trouble?"

The aluminum-outfitted warlock still maintains a 24-karat solid gold smile, but it is obviously the same meme, but this time it looks a little stiff.

"Quasi-forbidden spell mage, trying to kill me." Ye Mingyu repeated.

The group was embarrassed again.

At this time, in the list of online members, the group owner was suddenly online, and the strength of the big member-level and the bald avatar showed the aura of a strong man everywhere.

Let's master online!

Rejoice, the legendary bar lord is online!

He is the invincible king who combines the power of all the members of the bar, transcends time and space, and knows the past and the future.

The silver seller was the first to react: "@吧主, welcome to the middle road, and respectfully invite the owner to show up and help the newcomer solve the problem." ”

Lord: "? ”

"It's a rookie, he just joined the group, and recently a quasi-forbidden spell-level mage wants to kill him, do you have any way to help him get through the difficulties?" The aluminum-outfitted warlock told me what had happened.

The bar master replied slowly:

"Quasi-forbidden spells, but just ants, I once slapped seven to death in a fit of extreme anger!"

Ye Mingyu saw this sentence.

Immediately disbelievable, shocked.

Is this the power of the Lord? It's terrifying! Seven in one slap!

Although he was able to do this in his heyday, it is a pity that he is no longer as brave as he used to be, but he didn't expect that the Lord would have the strength of his heyday?

Or stronger?

"Little rookie, there are skills in dealing with quasi-forbidden spell-level mages, you have to learn to take advantage of the situation, I've been busy lately, so I don't have time to make a move, so you'd better find someone else."

These words are the same as not being said.

But Ye Mingyu didn't think that the bar master was fooling himself, because he was the bar master of "the weak help each other".

Although the person is no longer in the post bar, there are his legends everywhere in the post bar.

Legend has it that one is more shocking than the other.

The Bar Lord once fought in the 100 billion planes, across the multiverse, slaughtering dozens of planets, staining everything red with blood, and a cell was dropped during the process, which is called the "Primordial Cell".

The top assassin "kills one person in ten steps, and does not stay for a thousand miles", but he can circle the world, and he can't kill the master.

The existence of magic is a lie, just a dream of the Bar Lord.

Thousands of years ago, the Great Earthquake of Ainoor devastated the dwarves, caused by a sneeze from the barlord.

The Lord of the Bar once thought that the gods of the heavenly realm were not delicious enough, so he created the devil of hell.

No one can move a single hair of the Lord, because if he drops a single hair, the weight will crush the world.

In the same way, in order to overcome the weight problem, the Bar Lord's levitation technique has reached the realm of supernatural transcendence, and all planets rely on his levitation technique to levitate.

If you look up "the strongest man in the world", you will only find a question mark, because the real name of the bar lord is not allowed to be mentioned by mortals.

......

All kinds of legends have been handed down since the beginning of the establishment of the post bar, and no one dares to doubt his majesty.

"I see, thank you, Lord, I think there's already a way!"

Ye Mingyu quickly thanked him, and the bar master just replied with a "hand-over" expression.

Both went offline at the same time.

Only four people were left in the online group, and there was silence for a moment.

The aluminum-outfit warlock suddenly asked, "I said, the rookie can't be deceived by the strong remarks of the online café owner, right?" ”

"How is it possible, those things are fake at first glance," Principal Lori said speechlessly, "How can anyone believe it in reality?" ”

System Prompt: The message of the Aluminum-outfitted Warlock was withdrawn by the Senior Brother.

System prompt: Lori's message was withdrawn by the senior brother.

"Okay, don't talk behind your back, everyone can do what they should do, don't worry about it."

After the senior brother finished speaking, the group fell silent.

......

Ye Mingyu logged out of the account and shut down the computer.

On the black display, a handsome face full of substitution is reflected.

Leverage?

He thought about it for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled into an evil smile.

Worthy of the Lord, one sentence gave me inspiration.

It's a pity that such a good inspiration is used on the saint, it is really a bit wasteful, save it first, and use it when necessary.

"Boom Boom ......."

There is an eerie laugh in the room.

Lu Xiaoxi, who was still boiling water and cooking, suddenly trembled all over his body when he heard it.

It was like a demon who had glimpsed the abyss, and with a snap, the spatula fell to the ground.

The laughter soon stopped.

Ye Mingyu paced around the room and began to think about other things.

If the Undead Monarch is not the Nineteenth Saintess, then the most likely answer is ......

He looked at the blank piece of paper filled with suspects, most of whom had been crossed out.

There is only one left.

This may be one of the most difficult people for Ye Mingyu to face: the first saint.

The tombs in the temple are buried with the bodies of many saints, including the bodies of the first generation.

But the cost of resurrecting a strong person of this magnitude is enormous.

And this price is the luck of the empire.

That's why artifacts are needed to condense luck.

Because with the power of the nineteenth generation of saints, it is impossible to fully pay for the sacrifices required for the ceremony.

Everything is explained, the seven generations of undead monarchs are the first generation of saints.

The heroes who once expelled the undead, but after death, the corpse became the ruler of the undead.

It's ironic.

"If you knew something, how would you feel?"

Ye Mingyu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, opened the curtains, and looked down on the bustling city from a high place through the transparent crystal glass.

White doves scurried across telephone poles, feathers falling from the sky in mid-air.

Following the trajectory of the feather's landing, he looked up at the endless blue sky, and then at the horizon... A land of thousands of miles connected to the sky.

Looking at this piece of foundation that he and the first saintess have worked so hard to lay together......

Ye Mingyu was silent.

Thinking about the final question:

If I face seven generations of monarchs, can I be ruthless... Kill her?