When those ancient legends fade away along with the peeling stone tablets.

Many stories have disappeared from the memory of modern mages.

They have forgotten the terrible years of their ancestors, and even though they still remember the races whose talents were far superior to those of humans, they have forgotten the kings of those races.

Angels, Titans, Gods, Ancient Dragonborn, Mystery of the Chaos Sea......

At this moment, these once glorious kings stepped out of the void.

All modern races, not just humans, but even elves, dwarves or orcs, have understood one thing-

Legend has it that this kind of thing does not just stay in the fairy tale of babies, but is passed down along with ancient rituals.

The Nameless Lord, that is, the seven generations of undead monarchs, pronounced in the language of the undead, is Morgris.

He stared blankly at the sky.

On this stage that belongs to him......

Have you been robbed of the show?

You know, the character of the seven generations of monarchs is already taciturn!

If you don't say a few words now, it is estimated that there will be no more lines in the future!

"Who dares to ......" The nameless lord looked fixedly, and suddenly shook off.

The voice added in a small voice: "Offending the Regal? ”

Another big guy bubbled, infinite holy light sprinkled, the holy dragon drove, his huge wings spread, he was wearing battle armor, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and he scolded in a straight voice:

"What the son of a bitch raised, your whole family tree ascends to heaven! Lao Tzu has been waiting for you for four epochs, and you are finally resurrected! Let Lao Tzu kill once! ”

The Nameless Lord was a little confused.

He had just been resurrected, and the memories that belonged to Ye Mingyu in his mind had not yet awakened.

Who the hell am I messing with?

Why do you want to kill me?

Half of the blood rain in the sky and half of the heavens, the bigwigs from the north and south glanced at each other.

"Cain, I won't trouble you today, don't make any trouble for you, don't add to the blockage, I'll kill this guy!"

"Hmph, the King of Angels also has a smart time, and our grievances can be ignored, but this bastard must die!"

The Nameless Lord shuddered down his spine.

It stands to reason that the undead don't feel cold, which is weird.

The chill seems to come from the soles of the feet.

He lowered his head, but saw that there was no longer land under his feet, but a deep black ocean.

A whisper came from the ocean:

"The wontons in this seat, are you really stealing them?"

Ravioli? What's the matter with ravioli?

The Nameless Lord carefully perceived and found that in the distant time and space, there seemed to be more bigwigs coming.

It's over.

His heart was cold.

It is said that people awaken their potential in times of tension, and the same is true for the undead.

At the critical moment, the Nameless Lord suddenly remembered one thing, and that was the origin of this title.

Why is he called the Nameless Lord?

It's because no one in the entire plane knows his name.

He has a cloak that covers all the breath, and as long as it is activated, he can escape.

Thinking of this, the Nameless Lord straightened his back and hardened:

"Do you think I'm going to be afraid of you, just ants? It's kind of on me! ”

"Do you dare to be arrogant in front of Lao Tzu?"

"Hand over the women's photos of this seat?"

"I should have called you brother, to give you face, do you really think you are a thing?"

"Those who eat my wontons will be punished even if they are far away!"

"Waste, dare to fencing with this Titan? You are destined to die by my sword,"

Scold, scold, you will be disappointed later, the nameless lord who comes and goes without a trace, wanders the world, and no one knows his true identity, but it is not blown out!

Let's do it!

"It's up to you, my Cloak of the Invisible!"

The Nameless Lord roared.

Three seconds later.

Overhead, it was as if a crow flew overhead, leaving a quacking sound.

Nothing changed, and he looked down at his equipment, there was no cloak, only strips of rags to assist in the trial.

"Where's my cloak?"

The Nameless Lord looked at the sky with grief and indignation.

No one understood his grief and indignation.

More than forty bigwigs worked together to strike a world-destroying blow, and in order not to affect the balance of the main plane, they also opened up a different space.

A dark void shrouded the temple.

It was as if there was a universe in the void.

Ye Mingyu patted the cloak on his body and said silently:

"Thanks, it's very useful."

When the black space disappears, only a bottomless abyss is left in front of you.

The particles re-aggregated, and according to the will of the main plane to protect itself, the plane film was not blasted, and the abyss was rapidly repaired.

In just a few seconds, it was back to flat ground.

But it's just flat ground.

Whether it was the forbidden spell barrier surrounding the temple, or the temple itself made of solid stone and steel bars, all disappeared.

"That's why I don't want to meet my old friends." Ye Mingyu muttered.

If you meet, you will definitely be bombarded with scum left.

The poor Nameless Lord, the seventh generation of kings of the undead clan, appeared for only two minutes before he died.

I started to be ruthless, but even I was pitted!

On a calm night, the stars fall.

Some are dead, others are alive, and they are happy to be thieves.

"After that, there will be an undead legion, just transfer the army back, and I will solve the backlash of the contract." Ye Mingyu saw that the saint did not react, and reminded.

"That's not what I care about." The saint shook her head, pursed her lips and stared at him with burning eyes.

Ye Mingyu was silent for a moment, and pulled down his hood:

"You've changed a lot from before."

He gently stroked the long hair of the saint, "The hair used to be not silvery. ”

"The body has changed many times, don't you like it?"

"I'm not used to it, but it's also beautiful, the first time I saw you, I thought so, it's better than the silver glow of the full moon."

The saint suddenly laughed and put her arms around his waist:

"I'm sorry," she whispered, leaning against Ye Mingyu's chest, "I didn't recognize you." ”

"I didn't recognize you either, after all, it's just a simple physical relationship," Ye Mingyu shrugged, "It's not strange that you can't recognize you." ”

"yes, it's just a relationship." The saint said it lightly.

She had understood that.

Two thousand years ago, the spirits of the dead roamed the land.

As a child, she listened to the legends left by the old man and went to the farmland to find the elves who would fulfill the wishes of mankind.

The elf was nowhere to be found, but found a young man by the wheat and the heap, lying there basking in the sun with a stick of grass in his mouth.

The young saint ran over and grabbed him.

"Elf." She said.

"I'm not an elf, and if I really want to say it, I'm also a demon." The young man gave her a blank look.

"Will the demon grant his wish?" The saint asked wistfully.

"Equivalent exchange is needed."

"Listen to grandma, trading with demons requires selling your soul?" She cringed.

"The soul sounds good, but my personal fetish is more special, and I can exchange my body for it."

Youth, that is, the idle and bored Ye Mingyu.

Because I'm so idle, I say this kind of joking thing.

Without contractual constraints and verbal guarantees, no one will take it seriously.

But at that time, the saint was relatively simple, and always thought that honesty and trustworthiness were human virtues, so she kept this sentence in her heart.

More than ten years have passed since then.

With the assistance of Ye Mingyu, she fought in all directions.

As far as the eye can see, the Endless Sea in the east, the limestone mountains in the west, the Black Cloud Strait in the north, and the hot and humid rainforest in the south, are all the banners of the Empire.

On the eve of the final battle, stand under the steps of the throne.

Out of some inexplicable emotion, the saint used a flag, a knife and a sword, and danced a song "Cangshan Blood" for him, which is a war song.

"Am I good-looking?" After the dance, she asked.

The question is, does my body look good?

"Would you like to see me for the rest of my life?"

Because the content of the transaction is only the body, it is only for a lifetime.

It's a pity that Ye Mingyu didn't have time to answer the second question.

The saint waited for two thousand years.

For this answer, it has been reincarnated for nineteen generations.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to wait that long." Ye Mingyu apologized.

The saint raised her head, her eyes were beautiful, like a clear summer sky, washing away all sorrows, and it was heartwarming.

She wrapped her arms around Ye Mingyu's neck, gently pecked him on the cheek, and said with a smile:

"That's fine."