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"But you're still defeated!" said the old evil. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That's because there are more of them, and they have a weapon like Sky City!" Marat hurriedly said unconvinced, "Otherwise, how could we lose?"

"There's no point in quibbling, if you lose, you lose!" said the old evil lightly, "Okay, let's not discuss this issue, let me ask you, how many people can be resettled in this city now?"

"Two or three million is no problem!" replied Marat hurriedly.

"Two or three million? I don't have that many subordinates. The old evil smiled helplessly: "You say, where should I get so many people?"

"Looking for your teacher, Lord Radiant God!" Marat immediately said, "There are tens of billions of angelic armies under her command, and a little bit will be enough to fill this place." ”

"Not good!" the old evil shook his head and said: "The so-called merit is not rewarded, I can't just ask someone for something for no reason, so that not only will I owe a huge favor, but also it is easy to leave hidden dangers!"

"Hidden danger?" Mara asked puzzledly, "What hidden danger?"

"Idiot!" the old evil couldn't help but scold: "The warriors of the Angel Protoss, even if they obey orders under me, are still focused on the Light Protoss, not my true confidants. If one day I and the Angels of Light come to the point of enmity, then they just need to hook up and I will become the Commander of the Light Pole!"

"Ah, that's right. Although you currently have an extremely harmonious relationship with the Light God Clan, no one knows what will happen in the future, so leaving a way back is the wisest choice!" Marat agreed, and then he said worriedly: "However, if you don't follow the path of the Angel of Light, it will be difficult to gather millions of subordinates, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to succeed without thousands of years!"

"Thousands of years is just a few thousand years, it's hard now, so you don't have to be controlled by others in the future!" The old evil then suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Marat, are there many alchemy laboratories in the buildings here?"

"Of course, advanced alchemy is my forte. Especially in refining potions, even if it is the Titan Clan, who is known as the Grand Master of Alchemy, it is far inferior to me!" said Marat proudly.

"I heard that the former God of Travel, Marat, once cultivated a lot of rare medicinal herbs from different planes here, and then made a fortune by refining high-grade potions, isn't that true?" the old evil asked again.

"Yes, that's it!" Marat admitted.

"Are all these herbs still there now?" the old evil hurriedly asked.

"Of course, I have left all the seeds of the herbs, and although the original nursery has almost been destroyed, as long as I am given some time, I can still grow a batch of high-grade herbs soon!" Marat said hurriedly.

"That's great!" Old Evil immediately smiled and said, "You immediately plant some herbs that grow fast and have a large yield, and it is best to use these herbs to refine some high-grade potions that are more popular." I'll go outside and get you some of the spirits I trained, and you can teach them how to make potions!"

"Spirits?" When Marat heard this, he immediately smiled bitterly and said, "My lord, those guys are extremely weak and have very good brains, why did you fall in love with them?"

"What do you know?" said the old evil disdainfully, "The spirit brain is a little stupid, but it is almost the same as an ordinary human." But their hands are very steady, their eyes are amazing, and they are extremely patient, and if they are trained, they are simply the best alchemists! We don't need them to make any innovations, as long as they can learn to refine a high-grade potion and provide us with a steady stream of them! Do you understand?"

"Ah!" Malathu suddenly realized, "I see, you are going to use them as slaves!"

Of course not, slaves did not have the active surname of production, and did not work diligently enough. We need to give them a much better living environment than they do now, and only then will they actively work for us, you know?"

"Understood!" Marat immediately said, "Don't worry, my lord, in three months at most, I will be able to help you make a large number of high-grade herbs, and provide you with suitable places and recipes for your spirits to use!"

"Very good, I'll send the spirits in first, and you will train them, and when they learn your formula, they will be more mature than the herbs, and then it's time to do a great job!"

"Your Excellency, you're smart!" Marat then laughed, "But, my lord, who are you going to sell your potion to?

"Didn't you say that your potion is very advanced?" the old evil immediately said dissatisfiedly, "Isn't it as good as the one refined by the Light God Clan itself?"

"My lord, I just said that my alchemy level is higher than that of the Light God Clan, but I didn't say that your spirit can surpass others in a short period of time!" Marat hurriedly explained: "If you want to create a high-grade potion that will make the Light God Clan covet it, you must at least find a demigod-level alchemy master, and it will take a few years for me to grow a batch of valuable herbs before it can be mass-produced! ”

"Then I'll sell it to the people of the Dark Realm, hehe!" the old evil annihilated and said, "Presumably, the Broken Latser couple will definitely welcome our potion!"

"Ah~" As soon as the old evil mentioned the Po Lasser couple, he suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but shout: "Damn, damn! I seem to have forgotten to tell the teacher about treating Po Lasser! This is trouble! The teacher is going to retreat for a hundred years, and Po Lasser can only wait for me for half a month, what can I do?"

"Master, who is Broken Lasser?" asked Marat, puzzled. When he was in the Dark Domain, due to his lack of divine power, he couldn't know what was going on outside, so he didn't know the agreement between Broken Lasser and the old evil. The old evil then told him the matter of breaking the Hasser in detail, and then said with a wry smile: "I didn't expect that I was shrewd and made such a serious mistake!"

"Hehe, what's this!" Marat said directly with disdain: "Isn't it just two demigod dragons, what if they are gaffes?

"Nonsense!" the old evil immediately said angrily: "My old man, I have never broken my promise in this life!

"Yes, yes!" Marat hurriedly flattered: "The master is full of words, and his subordinates are extremely admired." It's just that since your teacher is in retreat, I'm afraid you really won't be able to contact her!"

"Trouble, trouble!" The old evil wandered around anxiously twice, and then frowned, "You say, if I go to the Light God Clan in charge of this plane, will they help me?"

"After all, you are a disciple of the Divine Master, how dare they offend you?" said Marat.

"Then I'll go find them?" the old evil frowned, but suddenly shook his head and said, "Not good. I don't know anything about those guys, so if I look for them so quickly, maybe something will happen!"

"What could be going on?" said Marat, puzzled.

"What do you know?" The old evil glared at Marat and said, "Let me tell you, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are disputes! I am a seventh-level rookie, and I suddenly became a disciple of the Divine Lord, and my status is still under some low-level gods, do you say that those guys who have been working hard under the Divine Lord for thousands of years can be willingly pressed on the head by me, a guy who came out of nowhere?"

"This~" Mara hesitated for a moment and said, "Anyway, if it were me, I would definitely not be reconciled!"

"Nonsense, I'm not reconciled to it!" "So at this time, I'd better keep a low profile and never contact them." Because if they knew my identity, they would secretly do evil, and a large group of gods would secretly plot against me, and I would be covered in iron, and I would be doomed!"

"Master, what you said is so reasonable!" Marat immediately said, "When the Divine Lord is in retreat, you really can't come into contact with the guys of the Light God Clan at will!"

"But the question is, if the Bright God Clan can't be relied on, who else can I ask to help me treat Po Lasser?" said the old evil depressedly.

"Master, don't you have a Great Prayer Technique?" Marat smiled, "Maybe that thing can cure Broken Lather's disease!After all, he is just a demigod, and no matter how strong he is, he will definitely not be able to compare to the combination of your Light Brand and the Great Prayer Technique!"

"It seems to make some sense!" the old evil nodded, and then said, "However, the consumption of the Great Prayer Technique is too large, and I don't want to waste an opportunity unless it is absolutely necessary." I don't think it's better to go find the Titan Protoss first, although they are not as powerful as the Light Protoss, but after all, they are also powerful Protoss in the past, and now there are gods in charge, maybe there is a way to help me treat Po Lasser!"

"The Titans used to be very powerful, what's the matter? is it now in decline?" Marat suddenly asked.

"yes, it's lost a lot. The old evil nodded and said, "It is said that many branches have been completely destroyed!"

"It's a pity, their strength is still good, especially in the alchemy of puppets, unsurpassed, as for treatment, although they are not very good at it, but they still have the ability to help a demigod heal, right?" Marat said suspiciously.

"Whatever, I'll ask first!" After the old evil finished speaking, he said directly: "Mara, send me out." ”

"Good master!" Marat agreed, and then sent the old evil out of the kingdom of God in an instant.

The next moment, the old evil reappeared in the secret room of the dreadnought castle, and in front of him, it was still the seemingly ordinary tent, but the old evil knew that the inside of the tent had undergone earth-shattering changes at this time.

"Marat, can you hear me?" said the old evil into the tent.

"Of course, honorable master!" Marat then conjured a crystal phantom on the tent, and said respectfully to the old evil: "Now that my strength has recovered about one percent, I can already come out to contact you, and even help you in battle!"

"Very good!" the old evil nodded with satisfaction, and then suddenly said, "However, the appearance of your tent is too inconvenient, I can't set you up first when I am fighting, right?"

"Hehe, of course this is not a problem!" Marat immediately smiled: "Dear master, Marat can transform into anything now, do you want a ring, or a necklace? ”

"Really?" the old evil smiled and said, "Then turn it into a ring first, this is easy to carry!"

"All right!" said Marat, and then the whole tent began to shrink, and soon it became an emerald green ring, shaped like a dwarf tree, lifelike, and looked like it was carved from a whole emerald, which was very beautiful.

The old evil grabbed it and put it on his finger with satisfaction, and put away a large pile of artifacts on the table. Then he turned to the door and opened it gently.

As soon as the old evil opened the door, he saw a large number of people guarding outside, the first was Sven, who was guarding the door for the old evil, then Constani and other women, and then the old mage and other relatives and friends.

Seeing that the old evil appeared safe and sound, everyone immediately let out a cheer, and then, all the girls threw themselves into the old evil's wide arms excitedly, and immediately cried bitterly.

"Haha!" After the old evil hugged the girls, he comforted: "What are you crying for? Am I not good? You still keep your tears in your eyes, and cry when I die!"

"Nasty!" Constani couldn't help but lightly hammer the old evil, and then said angrily: "The illness is just right, don't talk nonsense!"

"What the hell are you doing in there, why have you kept us waiting so long?" asked Juliet, curious first.

"Have you waited a long time?" said the old evil strangely, "How do I feel that it will pass soon?"

"Does your fast mean a day?" The old mage couldn't help but stare at the old evil man: "Can you be more profitable in the future, my old man is more than a hundred years old, but he still has to stand here for a day, you want to exhaust me, right?"

Although the old mage was scolding the old evil, the old evil heard his concern. If you don't care about the old evil, where would people stand here for so long?

So the old evil who was scolded was embarrassed to talk back for a while, and hurriedly said: "Everyone, everyone, everyone is tired, let's not stand stupidly, let's go to the restaurant, I want to invite everyone to carnival tonight!"

"Yay~" After Sven and the others heard this, they immediately shouted excitedly, and then Chris Chen immediately went down to prepare the banquet. And everyone also walked towards the restaurant.

Although it was relatively hasty, with the current economic strength of Intrepid Castle, it was still easy to arrange a large banquet for hundreds of people at a time. There is not much time, and all kinds of delicacies are served like flowing water.

The old evil got up first, thanked those who cared about him, and toasted. After drinking three times, the old evil sat down, and everyone began to ask the old evil how he healed the injuries on his body.

Naturally, the old evil couldn't tell the matter of the god lord, so he vaguely said that he had been cured with a great resurrection scroll. As for why it took so long, the old evil naturally talked nonsense and fooled the past. Although everyone knows that this kid is not telling the truth, but in view of the identity of the old evil, no one dares to expose him on the spot.

However, the old evil can fool in public, but it is difficult to deceive a few henchmen, such as the old mage, Constani and other women. So after the banquet was over, the guests dispersed, but the old evil was caught by the old mage and the maidens in a secluded guest room for formal interrogation.

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"Oh~" The old evil hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said: "I confess, my illness was cured by the gods!"

"Gods?" the old mage was startled at first, and then said suspiciously, "Where did the gods come from?"

"I don't know where I came from, but as soon as I prayed and said that I was seriously injured, a god appeared out of thin air and healed my injuries!"

"Damn, is there such a thing in the world?" The old mage obviously thought that the old evil was fooling him, so he immediately said angrily: "Little bastard, you think I am an idiot and will believe such a shoddy lie as you?"

"I swear I'm telling the truth!" said the old evilman solemnly.

"Your oath is worthless!" the old mage said directly, "Do you tell the truth?"

"I've told the truth~" The old evil said depressedly.

"Fart, you, you kid really want to piss me off, right?" said the old mage angrily.

"Okay, okay, dissipate your anger!" The old evil knew that he was at a loss, and he didn't want to make the old man angry too much, but he couldn't say it directly, so he changed the topic and said: "Old guy, what do you think this is?" As he spoke, the old evil took out the little magic cannon he won in the gambling battle and put it on the ground.

"This is~" The old mage, who is a great master of alchemy, immediately forgot everything as soon as he saw this magic guide cannon, and pounced on it like a hungry tiger pounced on food, and climbed on it to observe himself, the more he looked at him, the more excited he became, and soon couldn't help but shout happily: "Haha, is this the legendary magic guide cannon?"

"That's right, besides, this magic cannon is still made by the legendary Netherofa Empire!" Old Evil said this, and suddenly asked, "By the way, do you know the Netherofa Empire?"

"Nonsense, this empire that was rampant tens of thousands of years ago, although it was once strangled by the gods, there are still countless magicians who have escaped the catastrophe and continue to spread magical civilization in various human beings. So he is the birthplace and ancestor of almost all human mages now, do you think I don't know?" said the old mage proudly.

"Is it strange, why don't I know?" said the old evil with some depression.

"Because you stupid guy hasn't finished your studies yet!" The old mage couldn't help but scold: "As a mage, I don't even know this, I'm really ashamed of you!" "You still want to mention your studies with me?" The old evil then couldn't help but be angry: "You old bastard locked me in a cage and told me to finish my shit?"

"Ahem~" As soon as the old mage heard the old evil mention the old account, he was immediately defeated, he was extremely embarrassed, he simply didn't like the old evil, hurriedly picked up the magic guide cannon, turned his head and ran, and at the same time threw down a sentence: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you now, studying the magic guide cannon is the most important thing!"

"Cut~" The old evil glanced at the old mage's back with disdain. However, he still endured the years of settling accounts with the old mage, and if he was able to mix up today's affairs, the old evil was actually very satisfied, where would he be willing to make extraneous branches.

However, although the old evil's trick of diverting his attention got the old mage, it also reminded Constani and the other women. Konstani looked at the old evil with a smile and said, "Honey, congratulations on sending the teacher away with the magic cannon!"

"Hehe, Tongxi, Tongxi!" "The old evil was pointed out to have a heart, and naturally he was a little embarrassed.

"And how are you going to send us away?" Juliet said suddenly, "We're only interested in how your injuries are healed, and things like magic cannons can't distract us!"

"Hehe!" After hearing this, the old evil suddenly laughed and said, "To deal with you, where do you still use the magic guide cannon? As long as my super heavy cannon, it is enough! haha, come on baby!" After the old evil finished speaking, he directly pounced on a hungry tiger, picked up Juliet and Constani, Vivian, and Haiya together, and then rushed to the big bed with them in his arms, regardless of the resistance of the women. The next thing, there is no need to go into detail, that is the thunder and thunder that stirred the earth, and it was out of control.

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After eating, Constani took the women to deal with the affairs of the dreadnought. And the old evil invited the four Titan Protoss people.

After Stark and the others came, they first saluted the old evil, and the old evil waved his hand, motioning for them to sit down, and said with a smile, "I don't have so many rules here, just sit down!"

"Thank you, sir!" Stark and the others sat down after they sat down.

The old evil smiled and said, "Stark, have you contacted your clansmen?" I want to know, how did you consider my proposal last time?"

"You mean, you want to use high-grade materials to buy god-level puppets?" Stark asked hurriedly.

"That's right, that's it!" the old evil nodded and said, "I know that you value god-level puppets very much, and you are easily reluctant to make a move, but I am very sincere! And you know my economic strength very well! Believe me, I won't let you suffer!"

"Dear Lord Stephen!" Stark said with a frown, "When we were still in the Dark Realm, Parker, who came back first, had already contacted the clan, but unfortunately, the elders of the clan rejected your proposal!"

(To be continued)