Chapter 125: Guardian Contract

Just when the Terran army was attacking the Dream Empty Flower, the Terran priests were also intensively planning to attack the capital of the undead, except for a few advance teams who took the lead in entering the extreme northern planet through the space-time rift, most of the priests entered the Three Thousand Worlds from the City of Hope in the Death Zone.

As expected, the priest of the Three Thousand Worlds did not snipe at the Dongxuan priest, but sat quietly and watched. According to their previous deployment, the priests who entered the City of Hope would not linger in the other small worlds of the Three Thousand Worlds, but would go directly to the Netherworld Blood Sea and open a passage to the extreme northern planets through hell.

The Netherworld Blood Sea is a hell in the Three Thousand Worlds, and the reason why the Terrans chose it is that the owner of the Blood Sea, the River Styx, fixed a gate to the outside world a long time ago, and there is uncertainty in the gates of other worlds. Imilan once had an intersection with Styx, but the relationship was not very good, just because Styx had a very bad hobby, that is, he was determined to kill everything in heaven and earth.

The purpose of the Battle of the City of the Dead is to sacrifice blood to the gods and break the law of reincarnation of a thousand waters. Therefore, the killing and wounding of the Terran priests is only a means to achieve this plan. In order for the Terrans to have a good consciousness, before the massacre in the City of the Dead begins, it is necessary for the Terran priests to pay a huge price. Therefore, it is very important to deplete the power of the Terran Priest in the Three Thousand Worlds.

Strictly speaking, the contract with the Six Paths is only an expression of intent, and it is not an agreement that must be observed, at least with the past style of the Six Paths, it can be determined that so. Their world only respects the strong, and the weak are like ants, and if they die, they will die, and no one will care. So, I also need the help of another person, the Styx, the master of the Sea of Blood.

Speaking of this Styx, he and I have known each other for a long time. It was when I first became the King of Hades, and I fought against the River Styx because of my blind pursuit of expansion and breaking through the hell barriers of the major worlds. However, because the law of the Three Thousand Worlds is too domineering, we have suffered a great loss, and at this point, the Three Thousand Worlds are no longer within the scope of my expansion. However, there is still some close cooperation between us from time to time, and I think Styx is willing to cooperate with me now, because the new master of the Three Thousand Worlds, the Demon Star, has been pressing on him every step of the way.

While I was pondering how to work with Styx, Mercury stood in the doorway with a large pair of glasses and a thick book in his hand, trying to come in. He is like this, he feels like a junior high school girl of the Terran race, this change is not only a change in style, but even his charm has changed dramatically. Alas, damn Lin Xinyue, what have you done to my consul.

"Is there something going on with the Archon?" I could tell from his writhing look that something must be wrong with him, and it wasn't business. He didn't answer me immediately, but kept hesitating. This is very different from his vigorous and resolute style, which made me very curious for a while.

"The army of Ulas has given way to the undead city for the Terran priests, and although there are not many people who can teleport, it is inevitable that the army of the Terran priests will gather in the undead capital in time. That's Mercury's opening remark, but it's not really the question he wants to ask.

"Olas no longer has the strength to stop the Terran priests, and it is understandable to give up a road to the capital of the undead, is there anything wrong with that?" I looked at Mercury's dodging eyes, curious and curious.

"It's not a problem! What is puzzling is that the Doomsday Patriarch clearly knows that the Terran priests are gathering in large numbers on the Far North planet, and it stands to reason that now is the best time to raid the Terrans, but why has the City of the Undead not moved, is it waiting for the Terran brains to come and then catch them all?" Mercury raised a reasonable suspicion, but this was by no means the question he wanted to ask today.

"Yes, we will destroy them all in the capital of the dead, this is my plan with the end of the world, you should know something!" I continued to look at Mercury quietly.

"Lord Hades, I am one of the guardians of the Tower of the Dead, and I am an oracle who has sacrificed a soul contract to the Tower of Doom. The City of the Dead is under attack, and it is my duty to defend the City of the Dead. In this way, the affairs of the underworld will be put on hold, so I want to resign from the position of consul, lest I die in the capital of the dead and cause trouble for my lords!" Mercury took out a document from the thick book, which was the origin of his power as consul.

"I refuse to accept it!" I gently pushed back the document that Mercury had handed me, and looked at the latter's pitiful eyes, and suddenly felt a great deal of pressure. I sighed instinctively and explained to Mercury, "You don't need to be involved in the defense of the City of the Dead, the importance of the Archon of Hell is comparable to that of a guardian of the Tower of the Dead? ”

"But it was my lord who made me the guardian of the Tower of the Dead. You told me at the beginning that it was a great honor for me to cherish, but now why do you want me to leave, just because we may die in the City of the Dead?" Mercury really regarded this honor as his own.

"Well, my archon, first of all, I must correct you that it is not possible for us to die in the City of the Dead, and that all those who participated in the defense of the City of the Dead should not want to leave it alive. Also, the Tower of the Dead is a supreme honor for the people under the rule of the undead, but you are the consul of hell, what does the honor of the undead have to do with you? Now that the City of the Dead is falling, do you need to let it go? Your mission is to take care of your home during the Great War, and then Hell will be yours. "I put my hands on Mercury's shoulders and encouraged him.

"Ahh

"The battle in the City of the Dead is a battle of the strongest, so we only need two main forces on our side, and the others are supporting roles, so you can stay at home obediently!" I wrapped my arms around Mercury's shoulders and guided him towards the throne.

"Well, what do I need to do before then?" said Mercury, pressed to his throne by me, and looked at me suspiciously.

"In that case, then you can help me negotiate with Styx. I've pretty much laid it out for him!" I took out a contract and handed it to Mercury, who silently took it.

"Will Lord Defend the Undead also die? Can you not die?" Mercury's worried look jumped on his face, which made me feel even more incredible, you must know that this guy usually has a cold expression.

"Thank you, ten thousand years!" I tapped Mercury on the shoulder and turned to leave the palace.