Calm down, be calm.

After a brief period of panic, the intelligence officer's panic was calmed by the professionalism of the professionals, and he carefully guarded the approach of the crisis while thinking about how he should deal with the treacherous situation.

Wait a minute!

Weird?

Simon, who has temporarily regained his composure, is keenly aware of the core of this incident.

That is the "death" of the "mask".

When he kills the Shadow King of the Lower Districts, a riot breaks out in the mansion of the giant Paul, and whether it's a ghost or something else, it's all about the monster that manipulates the corpse.

That's right, monsters that manipulate corpses.

The intelligence officer, who realizes what he has missed, finally discovers the truth of the matter - there are no ghosts at all, no demons, only ...... A bunch of walking dead.

The mask was the right-hand man of Emperor Michelangelo, and he was able to manipulate the bodies of the dead, making them act like the living - perhaps due to his suspicious nature, the Shadow King of the Lower Regions had only manipulated the corpse of the giant Paul in front of him, making him subconsciously believe that Paul was the only living dead in the mansion.

Not really...... In the courtyard of the giant Paul, at least dozens of fresh corpses were buried!

Out of secrecy, and in order to highlight his value, he killed the attendants and maids who might leak secrets, and then buried them in the flower garden of the courtyard, but at that moment he didn't expect that there was a real monster in this world that could enslave the dead!

It's really self-inflicted.

Sighing softly, Simon, who realized that he was already in danger of escaping this time, tidied up his slightly messy clothes, his eyes stopped slightly on the corpse on the floor, and then sneered: "Get up, I know you're not dead." ”

After a brief pause, he corrected his statement.

"No—it should have never really lived. ”

It was only an insignificant few seconds, but in the eyes of the intelligence officer of the House of the Lost, it was longer than a few dawn days, but fortunately, the difficult time was short-lived, and after a short silence, the Shadow King of the lower district finally made a voice with the help of the lifeless carrier on the ground.

"How did you find out?"

He asked, without even a hint of emotion in his cold voice.

"It's quite simple," a smile suddenly appeared on Simon's mediocre face, and then the conversation stopped, "but I have no reason to tell you." ”

He paused, then exhaled, "Your flaws." ”

"In that case," the masked voice said without anger or disgust, but with a watery blandness, "the value of your existence has vanished to me. ”

Almost at the same time as the words fell, the door of the mansion shattered with a loud "bang".

In the scattered sawdust, a giant stands proudly.

"Long time no see, Master Paul. The former chamberlain greeted the intruder who smashed the door in a friendly manner, and then changed the subject, "No, it's probably only been a short time since we met, Lord Mask." ”

"Looks like you know more than I thought. Paul, who had a rough face like a beast, spat out cold words, "I really can't bear to kill you like this." ”

"Did you take a fancy to my corpse?" the intelligence officer from the House of the Lost pointed to his chest, then chuckled, "I'm sorry, it's certainly not going to be any better than the one we're using." ”

"Yes. The Shadow King of the Lower Sector nodded, "So, I changed my mind. ”

"Oh?" Simon muttered.

"Please go," Paul smiled gently, "and today, I won't do anything to you." ”

"Today?" the intelligence officer wondered.

"That's right," the mask deliberately repeated, "for today only." ”

"Goodbye, then," Simon didn't question the veracity of the Shadow King's words in the lower districts, nor did he doubt that there would be any trap in that simple verbal exchange just now, because it was pointless, because ...... The words of the enemy have never had any credibility at all, "No, it will never be seen again." ”

"We'll see you again soon. As he walked shoulders with the giant-tall living dead, a strange smile appeared on his rugged face that was like a beast, "Trust me, it's much faster than you think." ”

"Oh. ”

The two of them just staggered shoulders and gradually drifted away.

"May you have a good time in my paradise," said the mask that dominated Paul's strong, almost non-human body, turning as he watched the intelligence officer go away, without even glancing at the corpses on the ground, and walked straight back to the middle of the living room, then stood still like a sculpture, "at least, let them ...... Feeling happy is. ”

Simon naturally wouldn't know what was happening behind him, but as the former assistant to the Lord of Shadows, he was very aware of the other party's ruthlessness and ruthlessness, and even the giant Paul, the patriarch who had followed Michelangelo in the early days to challenge the cruel rule of the Dark Guild, could give up as soon as he gave up, let alone him, a betrayer - the monster that desecrated the dead would never let him leave this mansion alive.

He had this realization.

Although he had the impression that the shadow king of the lower districts had no stain on his reputation, the time spent with him was too short, and the subjective impression of the people was affected by too many factors, and it was difficult to be persuasive, so from the very beginning, he was ready to be attacked from behind.

However, until he was out of the optimal attack range, the mask did not attack, but just stood quietly, quietly staring at him, as if waiting for something, and expecting something.

I always feel a little uneasy.

The strange development of events caused the intelligence officers of the Lost House to unconsciously raise their vigilance to the highest level, even if the Shadow King who resided in the body of the giant Paul kept his previous agreement, he would still have to face at least dozens of walking corpses, and many more potential dangers.

But even so, it shouldn't be so uneasy, what exactly is overlooked...... What was overlooked......

The mansion of the giant Paul is not big, but it is not small even if it is a manor, while alerting against the danger that may come, while thinking about whether he has missed something that should not have been omitted Simon is not walking fast, and he is still close to half the way to the exit of the base camp run by the mask, if it is usual, it will not take three or five minutes to walk a little faster, but now it is different from the past, this three or five minutes of the road, he is cautious and trembling every step.

However, even if he raises his sense of crisis to the highest level, he will still inevitably be hit.

Under the soft black earth, a pair of yellowed skeletal arms unwittingly peeled open the surface of the earth, and then the five fingers as sharp as eagle's claws clasped into a ring, locking his feet tightly.

It was a little slower for the intelligence officer to notice that something was wrong, but at this time...... Late.

It was obviously a bone slag that corroded to the point of shattering at the touch of it, but under some incredible force, it was stronger than steel, and no matter how Simon broke free or chopped, he did not move at all, and he was clamped here.

What should I do?

If Obadiah's token hadn't been shattered, he might have escaped through a strange encounter from the deep night, but unfortunately, even an elite like him, who can be regarded as the backbone of the organization, is lucky enough to have a token like a life amulet, and even if his mission this time is too dangerous and too important, even the previous one is just a vain.

Other words...... On your own?

Calm down - be calm -

He forced his brain to work, but before he could think of a solution, the situation deteriorated again, the soft black earth squirmed again, and arms burst out like small saplings that had been accelerated into the ground, swaggering in the dim morning light.

Dangerous!

Most of them were yellowed skeletal hands, but a few still had some rotting flesh, and the disgusting maggots roamed through the rotting flesh that was enough to vomit the overnight meal just by looking at it.

Simon didn't vomit, not because he was talented, but simply because he didn't have time to feel nauseous.

- In the face of the great horror of life and death, where is it the turn of the pampered body to express dissatisfaction?

He struggled in vain like a fish tossed ashore by a storm, a doomed struggle, swarmed and pulled downward by the hundreds of arms that occupied the whole field of vision, little by little, his feet inevitably sinking deep into the soft black earth.

If he continues like this, his whole person will be pulled into it!

So, it is imperative to act, to act!

Under the pressure of the crisis of life and death, his thinking was almost crazy- If you want to solve the current predicament, there are only two ways, one is to solve these arms that threaten him, and the other is to restore your mobility, but at present, it seems that whether it is method one or method two, it will not work in the current situation, not to mention that the pair of skeleton hands and swords that imprisoned him in action are difficult to hurt, that is, the dense sea of arms in front of him, with the poisonous dagger in his hand stained with Cindro's juice, he can't be defeated, he can only be passively pulled down by them, sinking into the deep underground world little by little.

No—it can't go on like this!

Feeling that he was inevitably dying little by little, the intelligence officer's psychology completely collapsed, he looked at the small half of his body that had sunk into the dirt, and then looked at the poison dagger in his hand, was silent for a long time, gritted his teeth, and finally made a choice.

The deadly blade gently cuts through the top layer of skin.

Then the world spiraled, and he was back on the path less than a hundred meters from the gate of the manor, with no skeletal arms, no disgusting carrion and maggots, just a young woman as transparent as a rumored ghost, her face seemed a little ...... Somewhat familiar?

The consciousness gradually sank, but the soul became incredibly quiet as if it had been brushed over.

This is a fierce spirit, a fierce spirit that is very rare even among demons, a fierce spirit that can create illusions-

He thought, and then closed his eyes, there seemed to be an unusually beautiful blue flower blooming in the depths of his soul, and then his body gradually dried up, as if it had been sprinkled with dehydrating agent, and in the blink of an eye, only skin and bones remained, and above the wrinkled face, only a strange smile of satisfaction was faintly visible, but even this only lasted for an insignificant moment, and after a breeze, the last trace of Simon left in this world completely dissipated.

And because of that, he didn't see it.

Next to the fierce spirit, there was a ghoul with a bloody mouth wide open, and a stitched monster with four faces, six arms, and three legs coming this way......

The mask is right.

This is paradise, a paradise for demons.

This is the kingdom, it is its kingdom.