Chapter 583: Duel in the Heavenly Abyss (11)

Under the thin and quaint overalls, is an unbelievably old man. There are tens of thousands of wrinkles on his face, which looks more exaggerated than the growth rings of a thousand-year-old tree.

"Oh, hehehe, what a rarity. The old man laughed dryly in a low, hoarse voice.

The word [old monster] could not have been more appropriate to describe this old man - he was both old and looked like a monster.

The sound of the knock on the ground just now was not a weapon, but a staff in the old man's hand. The hunchbacked figure barely fell to the ground with the support of this metal cane.

God knows how old he really is. It's a miracle that you can still walk around like this!

"Big cat and little girl over there, how did you get to this [bond]?" asked the old man again.

It took dozens of seconds to be surprised, and it took an even longer time to look at the old man, and as soon as Vivien opened her mouth, she exclaimed, "Oh my God! D. Count Convair, [Lord of Chaos]!You're still alive!" "Hmm, how can anyone still know me in this era?" the old man's face showed a hint of surprise. In fact, the wrinkles on the old man's face covered most of his expression, and it was not easy to reveal this faint surprise.

"Of course I know you, and your portrait still hangs in the castle of my hometown. Vivien whispered, "I'm your great-great-great-great-granddaughter, Vivian Conwell. "Oh, is it?" the old man paused for a moment, looking at Vivien, "by the way, you do have a bit of a resemblance to Nevi. "That's my grandmother. Vivien hurriedly said, "Demian's great-great-great-grandfather, do you know that it's the fifth century A.D.?, if you're really alive, do you know how old you are?!" "Well," the old man thought and thought, and he was a little confused, "Probably, ten thousand years old?" "Two hundred thousand years old!" Vivien exclaimed.

"Oh, I'm so old. Hehehehehe-" Palamides secretly pulled the corner of Vivien's clothes: "How long can a succubus live? How old is it?" "Convert it to the lifespan of you orcs, you beasts can live for about five hundred years, he will live for three thousand years, and if a human is a human, he can live for a maximum of one hundred and fifty years, and he will live six times as long." "Oh. Palamedis reacted. A leopard man who could live for five hundred years was too old to look good, and this old man lived six times as long as the oldest old man he had ever seen.

No wonder Vivien was so surprised. Demian's lifespan has completely exceeded the limits of his race.

Surprise is surprise, what should be asked is still to be asked. Vivien collected her mood and asked bluntly, "Great-great-great-great-grandfather, where would you be here?" "Here, well, what is this place?" The old man began to fall into deep thought, and the severe Alzheimer's disease made him think about it for a long time.

Vivien was impatient: "Change the question. What do you do every day?" the old man's eyes immediately became smart: "Oh, yes, yes, yes. I'm here every day, fixing the machine and creating something new. You know. "Every day?" "Yes, how happy. The old man's eyes lit up when he talked about what he was interested in, and the more he talked, the more excited he became: "Those foxes have brought me all the materials they need, and I just need to assemble them." You know, it's like building a jigsaw puzzle. It's a bunch of shiny artifacts when it's done, how wonderful-" Palamides was furious, "Damn! he's making artifacts for the foxes!" No wonder the foxes have so many anti-heaven weapons in their hands!" Vivien motioned for her husband not to disturb, and she frowned and asked, "Great-great-great-grandfather, who told you to do this?Who brought you to such a place?" "Who?" The old man's eyes were hazy again, "Well, who, can't remember—she is—" "Her name is Mogoth, right?" Vivien asked.

"Well, it seems right, and it seems wrong. "Morgan, Morgan Le Fay. Vivien said another name.

A light flashed in the old man's eyes: "Yes, yes, it's called Morgan! The little girl said that as long as I stay here, her servants will send me research materials." Whatever I want, she will satisfy me. It's a good place, if you want anything, it's just that the lighting isn't very sufficient—" Vivien and Palamides looked at each other: a mystery solved. Morgan is in collusion with the Kitsune, and she uses the Lord of Chaos, Demian, to create (reproduce) a large number of ancient artifacts.

The foxes, and even the Hungarians, were able to declare war on humanity so arrogantly precisely because they had strong jishuliliang support behind them.

"Morgan, I'm going to make her look good when I find her. Palamides said through gritted teeth.

"Forget it, you can't beat Morgan. Vivien poured a plate of cold water on the big cat's head.

"Great-great-great-grandfather, do you know about [the Scarlet Plague]?" Vivien decided to get down to business.

"[Scarlet Plague]? Oh, you mean [Self-Destruct Factor], right? In the past, the foxes used to kill the imps when they experimented with them, and they didn't know about [the Self-Destruct Factor], but I was kind enough to tell them. "And you're just watching them experiment on children, and you don't stop it at all?!" "Well, weishenme wants to stop it?" the old man smiled sinisterly, "It's also quite haode to experiment with living things." I've also done it myself, and I've done a few of them. The big cat was furious, and grabbed the old man, "What did you say?!, you damn old monster!" "Stop, Palamy!" Vivien stopped, "It won't help you tell him this kind of thing." Put him down. "But, but!!" the leopard man thought of his two sons, and there was nowhere to vent his resentment.

"Demian has no sense of good and evil, and for him it was all just a [study]. Right, great-great-great-great-grandfather?" "Hehehehehe The old man continued to sneer, "I am a succubus, and I am not of the same race as you orcs. weishenme want to pity you hairballs?" the big cat gritted his teeth in hatred.

To the Lord of Chaos, the orcs of Paramides were just lumps of meat.

Even if the lumps were cut up for study, Demian didn't feel any sin.

The old man didn't treat the orcs as [people] at all.

Orcs are just made by the ancient gods and people, [genetic soldiers].

It's just a prop!

It was no different from the many golem limbs lying across this huge room.

The reality is very annoying. But all this is true.

At least, the old man didn't like torturing the orc kids. The culprits are the foxes, not Demian.

Taking out your anger on a demented old man who doesn't even know how to distinguish between good and evil doesn't help at all.

"Damn it!" Palamides threw the old man down and slammed his fist to the ground to vent his frustration.