Chapter XXXVII: False Hope

"Don't bother, my dear Master Kotma, if your magician, Mr. Mordon, couldn't figure out how to break the dimensional cage in the first place, he won't be able to find a way in the end. ”

After another round of hollow extraction, Memphis was probably a little tired, or maybe the use of the magic circle had reached a limit where he had to take a break, Memphis, who had been concentrating on his work, finally stopped what he was doing and looked back at the counteroffensive team such as Kotema who were trapped in the dimensional cage.

Looking at Cotema, who was half exhausted from trying various breakthrough methods, his face was full of mockery with devil lines on his skin, and he said sarcastically:

"After all, this is not the high-level knowledge that Mr. Mo Wensi, a self-taught fifth-level mercenary mage, can access. ”

Memphis's sudden opening made everyone can't help but turn their attention over, after listening to Memphis's words, everyone else was gloomy, but a few people such as Kotema and Mo Wensi immediately showed a look of shock after a moment of gloom.

"This ...... How is this possible, why do you know Mo Wensi's name, we obviously haven't called it, and how do you know the specific rank and origin of Mo Wensi, can you say ............?"

The index finger trembled and pointed at the half-demonized Memphis not far away, and Kotma's eyes widened suddenly, as if he wanted to stare out, and there was indescribable panic in his equally trembling voice.

"No, no, no, my dear Master Kotma, since you entered my mansion, you have called our Mr. Magician name dozens of times, even after entering this room, you have unconsciously called three times, and the group of mercenaries around you have unconsciously muttered I don't know how many times, even if I didn't know before, I should be tired of hearing it now. ”

Looking at the panic in the eyes of Cottma and the others, Memphis was full of enjoyment, he took a deep breath, as if he was enjoying the essence of the rainbow that was worth more than ten thousand gold, and then a pair of eyes suddenly opened, with indescribable pride and ridicule in between.

"As for the origin of this gentleman that you don't know, of course I heard it in his unconscious self-talk during a fishing trip, which is very interesting, although our Mr. Magician seems to be polite, but in fact he is very experienced in fishing, and even once became a little rich with this craft. ”

"Yes, just like you think, in fact, I have always known everything about you, I know where you are hiding, how you plan the so-called counteroffensive plan, your so-called covert operation, from the very beginning in my eyes completely transparent. ”

After saying that, looking at the horrified and inexplicable appearance of the survivors of the counterattack, Memphis laughed wildly, the voice was so wanton, with the lofty overlooking eyes, like a tyrant who controls everything in his hands.

So arrogant, so unstoppable.

"Impossible! This can't be! If that's the case, why would you tolerate us surviving until now, even attacking the core area of your plan, if you really have everything in your hands, then ............"

"That's because of your usefulness, of course, my dear Master Kotma. Looking at the excited and red-faced Cottma, Memphis pursed his lips and shook his fingers with a playful face: "If it weren't for the existence of you survivors, how could I ask the devil to maintain the existence of this hunting ground, why should I continue to stay in this world, and how could I sneak up on his power under his nose?"

"It's because of you, your existence is like a fat bait, so that our greedy devil is reluctant to let go, but he can't come in person, so he can only rely on me, a 'loyal' servant, to get this delicacy for him, haha, and in this process, a little consumption is also an understandable upfront investment, you say I'm right. ”

"So I keep you, don't let those living dead go to the sewers to attack you, and deliberately waterproof when those mercenaries arrive, on the one hand, to increase the weight of this bait, and on the other hand, to give you a little hope, lest you rush out in despair and send yourself to death, after all, I also have my own affairs to be busy, but I don't have so much time to delay with you, and spend my mind on how not to kill you and not let you disturb my plan." ”

The smile on Memphis's face grew more and more insolent as he looked at Cottma and the trembling warriors behind him, and he spread out his right hand and shook it gently, as if to show that the survivors were not worth mentioning.

"Your so-called hope, from beginning to end, is just a false bubble. ”

After listening to Memphis's explanation, Cottma was so angry that his veins were about to burst, but when the others were angrily shouting that they must die with Memphis, the angry elder calmed down.

He took a deep breath, forced himself not to be impulsive, looked at Memphis, who had become demonized in another dimensional plane, and asked in a deep voice:

"So why are you telling us this now? I guess it's just boring enough to show off your strength, this kind of unhelpful thing is not something you're used to doing. ”

Cottma's words made Memphis stunned for a moment, and then looked at Cottma and smiled with relief, as kind and cordial, as usual, with a standard commercial smile, but that smile appeared on his now somewhat inhuman hideous face, but with an indescribable strangeness.

"Sure enough, you know me, it's an old friend who has worked with me for decades, you're right, I don't have the leisure to show off to you prisoners, even if I want to show off, it should be my current master after my plan is successful, you are too unqualified. ”

Shaking his index finger, Memphis's face showed indescribable contempt.

"That's enough, Memphis, I can't afford to be an old friend of yours, I admit that we've always been worms in your hands, and we've never escaped your control from beginning to end, but that's not a reason for you to insult the dignity of us struggling survivors, tell me your purpose, what do you want us to do?"

"Do struggling survivors still have dignity? It's worth a few dollars, okay, okay, let's not talk about that, let's talk about something realistic. Seeing the flushed color of Cottma's face, Memphis hurriedly stopped his taunt, and a rare sincerity appeared on his face, and he explained the ultimate purpose of saying so much: "If I say that I will let you go and let you survive, but on the condition that I recognize me as the master and give me the control of my soul, will you be willing? )