Chapter 0211: The Mysterious Lord of the Moon
Suge was very clear about Mir's request, and he wanted to get himself to take potions again to help him with his experiments.
Of course, Suge would not agree to such a thing.
Suge still vividly remembers the intense pain and suffocation at that time, as well as the festering and rotting sensation in his tongue and mouth.
This kind of thing, Su Ge doesn't plan to experience a second time in his life.
"Are you sure? you're rejecting a major invention of the century, and if you succeed, you'll be the first to get a glimpse of the true power of potions without being a witcher. Mir said seductively.
Su Ge's expression was very firm, and he said righteously: "My strength is enough, and I don't need the power of potions, so I refuse." β
"Do you rely on your arcane profession!?" asked Mir, squinting his eyes.
Su Ge did not hide it, his expression was confident, and he said resolutely: "Yes!"
Suddenly, the two people looked at each other and fell into silence without giving in to each other.
After a minute, Mir was the first to relent: "Okay, since you're so confident, go ahead, you'll be beaten up then, but don't come back to me." β
Suge said with a confident face: "Even if I, Suge Sotos, have been beaten to death, even if I have jumped off a cliff......"
"Forget it, it's better to say less about this kind of easy slap in the face. After Suge muttered, Masseki said, "Now it's time for us to deal with that little mouse." β
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On the other side of the capital, the residence of the Duke of the Mountains.
There is an independent castle near the inside of the large manor, which has been newly built in the last six months.
It is rumored that there are distinguished guests invited by the Duke of the Mountains to live here, and it has always been the most mysterious and heavily guarded place in the entire mansion.
On the second floor of the castle, in a somewhat gray conference room, General Jace, Councilor Arthur, and Councilor Forin sat quietly on the sidelines.
Sitting across from them were three middle-aged men.
The first one looked like Sven, with eyes, a goatee, and a black bachelor's robe, who looked like an elegant university professor.
The second wears a plaid shirt of fine material, gray breeches and riding boots, and has a muscular figure with a curly beard and the aura of a superior person all over his body.
This one is the leader of the Fallen Emperor faction, the Duke of the Mountains.
The last man was dressed in a white lab coat and monocles, and his figure was a little thin, and his triangular eyes shone with a deep light, like a poisonous snake.
At the main seat of the conference table, it was completely empty.
But behind the chair, there is something very similar to the sedan chair in ancient China.
It's just that this one is much larger than the sedan chair, and it looks more like an enlarged, enclosed shrine.
Around this huge shrine knelt four pale-faced males.
The four men had different scars all over their bodies, and they all wore black shackles on their necks and hands, like tortured slaves.
None of the six spoke at this time, as if waiting for something.
After a while, a mouse about the size of a cat suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The mouse could be seen with short brown hair, sharp claws, and powerful hind limbs, but it had the appearance of a hideous and evil human on its head.
The three of them seemed to be surprised by this kind of thing, and their expressions were calm.
"My pet said that the three of them were right, but the assassin was in the palace. "Hoarse and unpleasant, like the sound of weathered bones crushing and rubbing against each other, one can hear goosebumps all over the body, and the heart is irritated and fearful.
"Great Lord of the Moon, we can contribute our intelligence and strength, but I hope you will promise us. After you take control of the country, the rights will be given to us. Guise said with wide eyes and a look of longing respect.
The Lord of the Moon didn't speak, and the Duke of the Mountains on the side said lightly, "Don't worry, General Guise." Our goal is to unify all the kingdoms of the North and build a powerful empire that will be ruled by the Lord of the Moon. β
Hearing this, the three of them smiled happily, and then hurriedly said, "Thank you, Great Moon Lord. β
The middle-aged man on the left side of the Duke of the Mountain Range asked in a calm voice, "I need to know where the mysterious defense nets of the palace are, as well as the organs, troop allocation, and road maps of the entire palace. β
"The troop deployment and road map are fine, but the mechanism and the mysterious defense network will take a while. Guise replied with a deep groan.
The triangular-eyed researcher made a slightly sharp voice: "It's okay, I'll give you some gadgets, bring these things into the palace, and place them according to my distribution, and leave the rest alone." β
"This is no problem! this is no problem!" said Fulin with a quick laugh.
The Duke of the Mountains waved his hand, "You can leave." β
The three men cautiously stood up, bowed to the shrine, and then turned to leave.
After the three of them left, the Duke of the Mountains asked respectfully, "My lord, are these three wastes worth believing?"
An unpleasant voice came from the shrine, "All your human minds are under my control, your thoughts, your thoughts, everything about you seems so rudimentary and naΓ―ve to me. β
Hearing this, the three of them looked extremely respectful and said in unison: "Long live my lord!"
"Prepare the curse, and when the sacrifice is ripe, I can lead you to a glimpse of the primordial power of this god of death. By condensing these powers and giving them to life, you who eat the flesh of the baby will receive the power of the god of death, and you will abandon your body and evolve into a new form. β
"Every #Β₯%#ι½ζΈ΄ζηθͺε·±ηε©ε and in the end their children will die at their own hands. It is an eternal curse, and even if inferior people evolve into advanced beings, they will not be able to escape this fate. The mysterious Lord of the Moon said from above.
The three of them did not feel any discomfort, and their expressions became more fanatical.
"By obeying us and bowing to us, you can be on the right path to the true end of knowledge. β
As he spoke, a pink tentacle flashed in the middle of the black curtain.
"We ignorant people will give everything we have to our Lord!" the three men stood up and knelt on the ground, looking fanatical.
"Oliver, your Book of the Dead is a very good sacrifice, come to me tomorrow, and I will give you new knowledge far beyond the ordinary. β
After hearing this, the middle-aged man like the professor immediately looked excited and said loudly, "Thank you for the grace of the Lord!"
This one is Oliver Finn, the leader of the Cult of Death, who holds the Book of the Dead.
The two people on the side suddenly looked envious.
"Let's go down!"
After the Lord of the Moon finished speaking, the four slaves lifted the shrine and left the place with steady steps.
The three of them also left the conference room and walked down the path of the manor.
"So your magic book isn't that one!" the triangular-eyed researcher was a little disappointed.
Oliver sighed: "The Book of the Dead, the Book of the Necrons, the two books are one word apart but they are very different. My Book of the Dead is a record of the god of death, and it is not at all the same level as the book of the dead that records ancient gods. β
The Duke of the Mountains sighed, "But it is also thanks to this book as a traction that we can summon our Lord into this world. β