In the evening, the dark sky was shrouded in pale black clouds, and the sky quickly darkened. Civilians who had finished a day's work walked from the wreckage of the giant warship from afar, talking and laughing.

In a residential area in the south of the old city, large dilapidated buildings are supported and repaired by huge metal steel plates, and the cement and metal are intertwined, which looks like a rough beauty.

It's deserted, there are no street lights on either side of the road, and everything is shrouded in darkness. Suddenly, a short figure appeared not far from the street, looked around sneakily, bent down again into the darkness, and moved quickly.

Soon, he came to the end of the darkest and remote alley, looked up and saw a black figure leaning against the wall in a daze, trembling with excitement, and crying silently: "Less... , young master, you are finally back! The old slave has waited so hard for this day!"

The visitor looked up, and it was a small, pale human with an ordinary appearance. It's more apt to say that he's a human being than a corpse. This person is the most nonexistent, the most ineffective, and long-neglected life-type mummy among the many 'great writers' under Sisara, the 'bargaining king' Molière.

"Byron's traitors, they, they've all fled!" Molière cried with tears streaming down his face. The voice is like a complaint, like a cry.

"Why didn't you run?" Cesar looked up, his chin and mouth peeking out from under his broad cloak, but his face was hidden in the darkness, and no expression was visible.

"I ......" Molière hesitated for a moment, and said honestly, "I am too weak for anyone to want!"

"Pretty honest, tell me what the hell is going on? Milk guy defected too? I don't believe it. ”

Since leaving the Web City, he has walked towards the black carpet. He vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and his soul felt extremely relaxed, like a dusty mirror that had been wiped clean, without the slightest burden, and his mind was clear and relaxed.

It's better than ever. But it also made him feel abnormal. Soon, Cesar, who was quite accomplished in the soul, discovered the problem. His own exclusive undead have all disappeared, and his soul originally carried the contracts of a large number of high-level undead, but now these connections have all been severed, and there is no one left.

The addition of his own exclusive undead is an extremely terrifying force, and if he had a choice, he would rather not have this state of emptiness. I am also unwilling to give up this group of subordinates with growth potential.

"About a month and a half ago, that Sherlock Holmes traitor returned, and he brought with him the guy named Defoe, saying that he was coming back to us. At that time, the Ring of Zero was swallowing up other forces, and we had reinforcements to help, and Byron accepted them. Who knows where they are returning, they clearly want to incite others to betray you together. The next day, Milk-sama, who was adamantly opposed to this, was banished. Later, Byron betrayed Tolkien and Rousseau, and even my soul contract was dissolved. At last. They left Black Carpet City, and I had nowhere to go, so I joined the Zero Ring and became the head of the procurement department, secretly waiting for you to come back, young master!"

Molière took the opportunity to show his loyalty, thinking that Cesar's most important milk was not there. Everyone else betrayed, at this critical time of survival, the young master is unavailable, it is a good opportunity for him to show his might and get promoted and raised!

"Sherlock Holmes and Defoe?"

Cesar, hiding in the dark, nodded. Somewhat obvious. Sherlock Holmes, who has the strongest brain, doesn't talk about it, just Defoe, this guy's spatial skills are what he has seen in his life, second only to the master of the sin clan. Of course, this is also related to the fact that Cesar has shallow knowledge and has never seen a few strong people who specialize in spatial ability in his life.

"Young Master, what are you going to do next? Overthrow the tyrannical rule of the Zero Ring and reunify the Black Carpet City? No matter what you order, the old slave will not hesitate to go to the soup!"

"Pull it down, it's up to you?" looked at Molière, who was so skinny that he could kick ten ribs with a casual kick, and slapped his shriveled chest with a snap, Cesar was amused.

"Young master, don't underestimate me, I've practiced a few of them! I worshipped the master in the dojo of the rock hitting stream, and I am learning the mystery of breaking the stone and hitting the rock. "Seeing that Cesara did not bird himself, Molière was anxious.

"Alright, go and steal a copy of the Zero Ring's troop layout map in Black Carpet City, and ask me about their defenses, and give it to me before twelve o'clock in the evening. Now, let's leave. When Cesar finished speaking, the whole person disappeared into the darkness.

"Yes!" Molière saw Cesar leaving, and ran outside excitedly. After so many years of silence, it's finally his turn to exert his might!

......

After Molière left, Cesar also appeared on the top of a building in the distance, sitting on the edge of the building, the oncoming night wind blowing his cloak loudly, his legs dangling in the air and swaying gently, taking out a 'call box' in his hand and gently pressing channel 2.

"Hey, is the young master here? This is 'steel'. The maid's voice came out of the microphone.

"How's it going over there?

"Everything is normal, still moving, expected to arrive between one and two in the morning!"

"Didn't alarm anyone else, did you?"

"No! I activated the realm and it won't be discovered. ”

"Thank you. ”

"It's my duty. ”

Ending the call, Cesar had nothing to do, looked up at the faintly bloody sky, and sighed. This broken weather, you can't even see the red moon, it's really no atmosphere.

Tilting his head and thinking about it, a crack suddenly appeared in the air in front of the black-robed man, and then countless blood-colored silk threads poured out of it, wrapping around the crack, and finally turned into a thirty-centimeter-long zipper.

Cesar reached out and pinched the cable, tugged hard, opened the space of the bloody swamp, reached out and pulled out a can of beer and a pack of snacks from it, then thought about it, and reached in again, grabbed a little thing that was whining and struggling, and then closed the zipper. The fluctuations dissipated, the space returned to normal, and the blood-red pull beam seemed to have never appeared.

"No. 23333, do you still know me?"

Hearing Cesar's voice, the little figure suddenly stopped struggling, and then shouted in a coquettish voice: "It turned out to be the Emperor! I thought it was the Great Demon King Elsa who asked me to do research again!"

Seeing that it was Cesar, the villain suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, sat down next to Cesar, and relaxed.

This little guy who does not have wings on his back, but has more than a dozen bone spurs in the shape of spider legs, is the king of sub-god-level little monsters that was swallowed by an alien meteorite and combined with the 'Zerg gene', 'Blade Queen' No. 23333. Since being imprisoned in the bloody swamp, 23333 has lived a carefree and luxurious life like the other fly elves, with the only difference being that he is often captured by Elsa to study.

"How's the swamp repaired?" asked Cesar.

"The sisters got the guidance of the Great Demon King Elsa, and used a special method to make those cracks into zippers, and we can choose to open the zippers and enter the present world in the future. The Great Demon King said that this is the 'Domain Stopper' technique of the God Realm, but we don't understand it anyway, so we just do it. 23333 replied, wiggling the bone spur in his back.

"Domain Stop?"

Hearing this, Cesar was stunned for a moment, and then stretched out his hand to open his domain, and the space that was originally broken and covered with scars was densely packed with flies and goblins.

These demon flies have a clear division of labor, each carrying a tool in their hands, flying around the field, mending the scars with needles and threads, and connecting the field with the bloody swamp to make the blood-colored zipper just now.

At this time, this large-scale project has entered the final stage, and only a small part of the spatial wounds have not been repaired. And more demon flies are according to their own aesthetics, some corpse stumps, alien specimens, or air-dried dried meat, bone carving, and ropes made of blood honey are hung on zippers, and the field of Cesar is arranged in a gloomy atmosphere, evil and terrifying.

"What are you little pits doing?" I saw a leprechaun carrying a bucket of paint, scribbling around the realm, distorting himself to the monsters of Silent Hill.

"How is it, isn't it pretty, isn't it cute, is it very warm?" said a fly elf, pointing to a terrible field of corpses, minced flesh, and stump bones.

"Emperor, Emperor, do you think I have drawn a picture? This is you! This is the legs and hands, this is the head, this is the antennae and flagella, do you look like it?" The scribbled demon fly girl threw away the paint, flew to Cesar, and pointed to the indescribable thing twisted into three hands and one leg, with a face longer than a cucumber.

"Like your sister, when did I grow antennae?and, flagellar paramecium, I'm human! All right, get back to me, don't spoil my realm anymore!, little ancestors!" Cesar shouted with a headache, and then the repaired zippers opened at the same time, and a burst of suction appeared out of thin air, sucking the flies and goblins and the 'cute' decorations into the swamp.

"It's beautiful, why don't you, Emperor?" said 23333 beside Cesar curiously.

"Beautiful, there's something wrong with your aesthetics!" (to be continued......)