"The path to inevitable destruction is unpredictable, for the nature of the thing of twilight has never been in its appeal."

A low, hoarse voice echoed in the bedroom of the ruler of Ribblade Street.

This bedroom, which is enough to be depicted in horrific colors, is now filled with a crazy beauty that borders on art. Seventeen decomposing corpses, dressed in ill-fitting children's clothes, with stiff smiles on their faces, their joints loose and scattered around the room like broken dolls.

Perhaps for this reason, it was only dusk and the undead ruler had already closed the heavy curtains of the entire room.

And in the very center of the entire room, a simple magic circle outlined by blood flashed and sent a steady signal, and many tentacles stretched out from the eyes of a child in the center of the circle, forming a mouth shape in the air, opening and closing to say something.

"Master, please forgive me."

If outsiders see this scene, they will definitely show a shocked expression. The undead who occupied an area in the City of Fortune knelt in front of the tentacle mouth like a devout believer, and did not even dare to raise their heads, so they prostrated respectfully on the ground.

"I am surrounded by fools, and I don't know how to reveal to them the end of the world...... Tell me, Master, whether I should be a little gentler or ......"

"You should not hesitate in this matter, Casa," the distorted lips that emerged from the tentacle pursed slightly, revealing an unpleasant angle, "and although the omniscient and all-powerful Enzos has given us an explanation, we are still obliged to explain the impending end in a more desperate way, for there is no hope in this world, and it is our greatest glory to wake the foolish people from their dreams." ”

“…… Be. ”

The undead known as Kasa looked hesitant: "But Master, are we really going to release those walking corpses?" They will surely destroy the City of Wealth. ”

"On the contrary, with the help of the Tree of Suffering, these walking corpses will restore order in the City of Wealth."

The low, hoarse voice gradually softened: "In the past, with your help, our Truth Society has driven Falina away. Today, there is no druid in the city who can stop the ritual. ”

"Casa, the truth will need you now."

The hoarse voice was as gentle as an elder, full of encouragement.

“…… Think about it. ”

Casa nodded heavily, reaching out to interrupt the ceremony.

He knelt alone in the cramped and monotonous bedroom, as terrible as a torture chamber, and was silent for a long time.

Then he decided to start praying.

- Pray for those who are about to be killed by him.

But just as the second quarter of his eulogy was underway, there was a knock on the door under the floor of the empty room.

No, it would be frivolous to call it a knock on the door - it was just a collision.

It was the sound of a fleshly body slamming against the thin iron door. It's like someone grabbing someone's neck and slamming him on the door repeatedly.

But in detail, it doesn't seem to be ......

Casa opened his eyes and looked into a corner of his room with a frown.

There was the secret door he had set up. Through this secret door, he can reach the sewers, and he usually sneaks into the sewers through this secret door to bury the walking corpses with vertebrates.

Although the bloody, smelly and filthy squeezed out of the spinal cord of the walking corpse is completely unusable, fortunately, the appearance of these spinal worms is no different from ordinary vertebrates, at least they can be sold smoothly.

And Casa, what he did was a one-shot deal. Anyone who dared to ask him for compensation was thrown into the sewer to raise spinal worms.

This secret passage is Casa's most important capital here, no matter how seriously his capital on the bright side is defeated, as long as this secret passage is not discovered, he can either retreat and make a comeback. With the necessary vigilance, he didn't even mention a word to his closest subordinates.

Therefore, the guards must not be called.

Kasa frowned, took out a delicate gemstone necklace from his bosom, wrapped it around his right wrist, and then carefully opened the secret door.

But it was not his expectation. Behind the secret door was not a drunken homeless man or an assassin armed with a poison dagger, but a half-rotting walking corpse with a blank piece of paper on the door of his head.

“……”

Casa's first feeling was that he was being amused.

But when he saw the texture of the blank paper clearly, his expression immediately became serious. In order to prevent the roar of the walking corpse from attracting the guards, Casa first reached out and grabbed the neck of the walking corpse, draining away the negative energy that supported its movements.

After blessing himself with the magic of immunity to toxins and curses, Kasa reached out and removed the note from the walking corpse's forehead.

Then he was immediately shocked by the first sentence of the note—

"Not much here, dear Mr. Casa. You can call me Orlando. You may not know me, but you just need to know that I was responsible for the explosions that are happening in the City of Fortune right now. ”

"So, do you know me now?"

…… Is this man a madman?

But where did he get my name?

Kasa raised his eyebrows, then looked down: "What I want is very simple, as long as you open the Tyrans Dam, Mr. Casa." Yes - I know the key is in your hands. Don't be nervous, I'm the only one who knows, and I'm not going to give out the name of a close ally. ”

"Although I think that we need to have some kind of friendly and intimate conversation between us...... But out of some unwarranted concern, I'll explain the various situations. ”

"To put it simply, if you don't do what I say, I'm going to blow up a building next to you every minute from now on. You have about three minutes to think about it, and if I don't hear from the opening of the Tyrans Dam in three minutes, those lovely big guys will regret to let you see the supreme truth in advance-"

The handwriting of the note became more and more sloppy the further you went, and the last stroke even scratched the paper, dragging it out of the note for a long time.

Casa's face was ugly, and his hands trembling with the note.

Definitely a lunatic.

"This man is definitely a madman......"

Casa kept repeating the phrase, froze in place, not knowing what to do. The sudden change made his mind a mess.

At that moment, a loud roar shook the ground beneath Casa's feet, and the corpses in his room in children's clothes rolled irregularly on the ground, dropping parts from time to time.

Unlike the previous explosions on Shattered Throat Boulevard, the last two explosions have been getting closer and closer to where they are. By this time, Casa had finally felt the power of the explosion.

Finally, Cassa realized first-hand that the madman really had what he said.

"Tyrans Dam...... Is it? ”

For the first time, Casa began to think about the feasibility of this proposal.