……

Keisha's words were too informative.

Matthew instinctively got caught up in thought.

However, just as he pondered whether there would be a conspiracy in this matter, Keisha suddenly spoke:

"Don't look at it, let's go!"

Her tone was quite resolute, and her voice suddenly became cold.

The speed at which it changes its face is staggering.

With that, Keisha stood up from her kneeling position, and then pushed her hands into the void, and a huge force pushed Matthew farther away.

Meanwhile.

Four bamboo tubes glowing with a faint green glow flew in front of Matthew.

"These are the four cuties I promised to give you, they are in it, you have to cherish them, and it is best to learn how to nurture them so that you can get more help."

Keisha's voice floated from afar:

"Remember, the Death Plague Poison does not separate families, and since you have chosen the path of a necromancer, you can't just let go of the realm you are close to."

"Go ahead."

As he spoke, Matthew saw her figure turn away.

The change in the other party's attitude was so fast that Matthew couldn't react.

Present.

Looking at Keisha's fading back, he asked anxiously:

"So what you just said was just a joke?"

Keisha paused.

She didn't look back, but her voice drifted slowly:

"No, of course not."

Matthew hurriedly asked:

"Then why don't you suddenly want to know the answer?"

"Or rather, what exactly do you want to see on my ass in the first place?"

There was a hint of a smile in Keisha's voice:

"I'm not going to tell you."

"As long as I don't say it, I don't look at it, I will always have that hope in my heart."

"And once I say it, and look at it, that hope may be disappointed, and if that is the case, I will be left with endless pain for the rest of my life."

"I don't want to face years like that, so I made this choice."

Matthew frowned:

"I don't understand, and I can't understand it."

Keisha sighed softly:

"I'm sorry, kid, but I didn't mean to play tricks on you."

"It's just that when it came to the end, I chose cowardice."

"It's been many, many years since I came into this world, and I've lost my divine powers, I've lost many organs in my body, I've lost almost everything in my life."

"For most of my years, this castle was the only one left with me, he was my cage and my place of refuge, and I couldn't live without him."

"Being alive is just a dream for me, and the reality of this dream comes from pain and hope, and as long as they are around, I can feel that I am truly alive, and this is the most important thing for me at the moment."

"I don't dare to unravel the mystery of hope now, because the odds of my dream outcome are too elusive."

"I can still survive now because I told myself that sooner or later my child will come back to see me, this is the place where he was born, with his imprint, and he will come back sooner or later."

"This is a stubborn and fragile obsession, in fact, I also know very well in my heart, do I really care about that child? Not necessarily, but I have to care, only then will I not completely collapse. ”

"It doesn't really matter if it's you or someone else."

"Get out of here, kid, I don't have anything else to say to you."

"By the way, there's one thing you have to remember – people sometimes have to live selfishly and don't believe in what they impose on you."

Finish the last sentence.

Kesha's figure completely disappeared from Matthew's field of vision.

The scenery of the castle and the woods is still there.

But that graceful figure is gone.

Matthew was left alone, stunned.

I have to admit it.

Keisha is indeed a master of playing with people's hearts, making people not up and down.

The more she didn't say it, the more Matthew could make up for it on her own-

There are indeed a lot of subtle connections between oneself and death.

The identity of the extraterrestrial visitor can also be perfectly matched with the story of Keisha's otherworldly soul.

and the Death Orchid in Carmela's lab......

"That's not right."

Matthew suddenly calmed down, and he realized that there were actually some flaws in Keisha's narrative:

"According to her, Maibalon, the second son of the Grim Reaper in Aindor's history, should have nothing to do with her, and she doesn't care if an alien soul is crazy or not."

"But when I just handed her the copy of the slate, the emotions she showed should not be fake, which shows that she has feelings for Maibalon."

"But Maibaron is clearly not her child, or it is just the body of her child, and the soul is a ...... from another world."

Matthew found the flaw in an instant.

But soon he frowned again, because the flaw was not perfect, and there were many reasons that could be explained.

For example, it is not impossible for Kaisha, who has been tormented by death, to have some wonderful feelings with the otherworldly soul who occupies her child's body......

"Wait!"

"It's outrageous."

Matthew rubbed his temples vigorously to prevent his way of thinking from becoming deceitful.

He subconsciously touched his buttocks, and couldn't help but complain in his heart:

"Keisha wouldn't say that to every visitor from outside the world, would she?"

"In this way, everyone else may be worried about the existence of this suspected mother......"

The more Matthew thought about it, the more he thought it was possible.

For example, he was a little worried about Keisha now, and he wouldn't mind coming over to see her if he had the chance in the future.

This may also be a consolation for a soul who has been lonely all year round.

Think of this layer.

Matthew was suddenly relieved.

He also understood Keisha's actions.

His mind couldn't help but recall what Loren had mentioned when he was talking to him about the creation of the story:

"When is a suspense most intriguing?"

"When is the best time to tell a story?"

"Of course, when everything is unresolved, the excitement, longing and expectation of the protagonist and the viewer on the way to the mystery - the excitement, longing and expectation when gradually approaching the truth - there is no need for the author to bother to outline the emotions and bridges, and the viewers' brains about the suspense itself are enough for them to climax on their own."

"That's when the story is at its best."

"And when the truth is revealed, no matter how wonderful it is, it will also give people a sense of boredom - at the end of the day, everyone knows that the edifice of the story has collapsed, and the journey has come to an end, and it is already the moment when everyone is gone......"

The above paragraph Matthew now thinks it makes sense.

Of course, for Loraine's follow-up sentence, Matthew really disagreed.

He went on to say at the time:

"That's why I never write an end to a story."

"Leaving only the most beautiful things for people to imagine, this is the highest state of art!"

It can only be said that the environment in which Aiindo's literary and artistic creation is relatively tolerant.

If it were replaced by Matthew's previous life.

Most of Loraine's family can open a blacksmith shop.

But no matter what.

This conversation with Keisha was enough to keep Matthew in mind for a long time.

He was deeply aware of the horror of these immortals.

Time has endowed them with almost infinite thickness of life, and they sit on the upper circle of the ecological niche, have experienced countless ups and downs, and are a posture of overlooking any new person.

It is no wonder that the social structure of the Jade Court is so deformed.

An environment full of immortals is inherently deformed.

In the face of these old things.

Young people have almost no advantage.

In addition to blood and courage.

Emotional.

Matthew said goodbye to Solinka again and returned to Tyrannosaurus Town.

In addition to the story, suspense and truth gained from the trip to the drug world, Solinka and Keisha did indeed help Matthew's actions.

The Four Poisons and Four Plagues they gave to Matthew were no ordinary creatures.

It's the soul of the eight realms!

The soul of the realm is similar to the soul of nature, but due to the power of the two realms of poison and plague, the personality of these eight realm souls is much lower than that of normal soul of nature.

They don't even have a sufficiently independent sense of self.

It can only be regarded as a realm with abundant spirituality.

But no matter what, after the four poisons and the four plagues were in hand, Matthew directly began to build the Death Plague Ball.

Although this thing is a demigod, it is actually a special kind of domain field.

It is not difficult to arrange this kind of field field, but the difficulty lies in the acquisition of raw materials.

Matthew has the soul of the eight realms in his hand, and he is in the death canopy, and he has enough negative energy, so he can start acting directly.

He found a basement and drew a basic circle that gathered negative energy.

Then he placed the souls of the eight realms in the eight corners of the circle.

Subsequently.

Countless derivatives came out of the bamboo tube and the ball of light—

poisonous frogs, pit vipers, wasps, scorpions;

flies, rats, mosquitoes, cockroaches;

Matthew used the materials he carried with him to construct a miniature field of toxins and plagues.

As Keisha said.

There is no separation between the dead plague and the poison, and it is not difficult for him, who is proficient in the negative energy field to build the poison and the plague.

Not to mention that he himself has a plague realm.

Matthew then began to channel the negative energy in the area, forming a rotating sphere with a large number of poisons and plagues, mixed with pure negative energy.

Two hours later.

The cue ball of the Plague Ball has been constructed.

Look at the black sphere in the basement that rotates like a planet.

A satisfied smile appeared on Matthew's face:

"Next, it's time to make the ball."

The so-called sub-ball is actually a negative energy sphere that is split from the cue ball and can be put into real combat use.

With the blessing of the four poisons and four plagues.

The cue ball of the Dead Plague Ball itself has the attributes of death, plague, and poison.

And Matthew is going to do it now.

It is the cue ball that slowly peels off small spheres with the three attributes of death, epidemic and poison at the same time.

These orbs are a great way to spread the scourge of the dead!

Present.

He sat down near the Plague Ball and pulled out a silver knife and began to cut through it little by little.

After cutting a ball of negative energy down.

He quickly kneaded it into a temporary sphere with his mental power, and then after a simple compression, he could press it into a sphere as much as possible.

The whole process is fairly simple.

The only caveat is that each orb must contain at least one token of the Four Poisons or Four Plagues, otherwise the spread will be greatly reduced.

And these little things are quite unruly.

When Matthew was rubbing the balls, they would occasionally stick their heads out and bite him.

It's not a big problem though.

But it hurts!

"It doesn't seem to be a very technical job."

In the beginning.

Matthew only took a minute to rub a ball, and later on, he gradually adapted to the rhythm of cutting and kneading, and became able to form a ball in half a minute.

And then later.

He can make one in almost fifteen seconds.

However, in order to increase the production efficiency of the Plague Ball, Matthew still pulled all the idle contract undead over and rubbed the ball with him.

These elite undead are full of soul fire and spiritual power under the shroud of the death canopy, and they can be used as production assistants.

Matthew just taught them a little.

And they learned.

Even better.

They are all necromancy, and they are not afraid of bites or scratches from the four plagues and four poisons, so the processing efficiency is actually higher than that of Matthew.

Later.

Except for Eurolin, who sleeps excellently, and Vasnov, who is looking for the spiritual origin of Lance.

Matthew's younger brothers entered the team building activity of all the staff rubbing the ball.

Under the collective effort.

Matthew soon managed to harvest 1,024 sub-balls of the Plague Ball!

……

"Dead Plague Ball (Sub-Ball): Contains a random negative energy creature of poisonous frogs, pit vipers, wasps, scorpions, flies, rats, mosquitoes, and cockroaches.

You can pollute the surrounding area and spread toxins, plagues, and negative energy by dropping the Plague Orb into a specific area!

Each Plague Ball can affect the area: 300~500 meters in diameter."

……

"That's it."

Walking out of the basement with his younger brothers, Matthew rubbed his sore shoulders, his face flushed.

With this batch of blightballs.

Whether it is Crescent Moon Mountain or Night Angel City, it is impossible to resist their own army of necromancy!

Really.

Whatever you do, you have to consult an expert.

It just so happened that at this time, Matthew received a letter from Crescent Mountain!

The letter was written in the name of Orsay, the evil spirit lord of Crescent Mountain, and the handwriting was very beautiful.

"Negotiations?"

"The local evil spirits are quite polite......"

Matthew sneered after reading it.

Anyway, the poison he gave before also killed many people in Crescent Mountain, and Liang Zi had already been married, but the other party didn't say a word about it in the letter, as if this incident had never happened at all.

If Matthew is a legendary mage.

It makes sense for the other party to do this, after all, the pressure and deterrence given by the legendary necromancer are worth the Crescent Mountain to swallow.

But Matthew isn't yet.

The other party seemed a little uneasy and kind when he whispered so lowly.

"The scams of the astral plane seem to be a bit too straightforward......"

"Or are all evil spirits like that?"

Matthew was secretly confused.

However, after thinking for a moment, he agreed to the negotiation request in the letter.

Matthew made an agreement with the lord of Crescent Mountain to negotiate at Mogu Lake, the lakeside where Matthew had poisoned before.

The time was set for an hour after the next sunset.

No more than five people from both sides of the negotiation can be present.

Matthew's train of thought is simple.

Originally, he had to choose one of the Crescent Moon Mountain and the City of Night Angels to strike first, but now someone took the initiative to send it to the door, which was equivalent to saving him the trouble of choosing.

Although there are also many astral humans in Crescent Mountain.

But Matthew didn't have the slightest sympathy for them.

Since they chose to be dogs for the evil spirits and slaughter the natives of the sampan plane together, it is reasonable to bear the resentment of the aborigines now.

……

Next.

On the shores of Lake Mogu.

Hodges, the demon lord, stands side by side with his favorite concubine, Gulshati.

The two of them were dressed in very ordinary civilian clothes, but all kinds of equipment and weapons were actually full under the civilian clothes.

As Matthew wondered.

Astral conspiracy is sometimes so straightforward.

It's not that Gulxiati can't think of more complicated conspiracies, but sometimes it's easier to get to the point of being straightforward!

At least from past experience.

Gulshati's advice almost never misses.

But Hodges still looked a little hesitant:

"Wouldn't it be too risky for us to do that?"

Gul Shati smiled lightly:

"What's the risk?"

"I'm sure that guy named Matthew must be a very good necromancer, but there are some basic logics that a person can't change no matter how good he is."

"For us, Matthew's biggest reliance is nothing more than the Death Canopy and the summons, and the negotiation location we chose is far away from the Death Canopy, and we have made a provision on the number of negotiators."

"With all due respect, if this doesn't help Matthew, then it means that we can't win this war ourselves!"

Hodges nodded, muttering:

"You're right."

"Makes sense."

Can be a second.

His eyes suddenly turned white!

Five seconds later.

Hodges gasped for breath as if he had just woken up from a dream:

"No, no, let's go!"

Gulshati looked at him puzzled:

"Why?"

"Didn't you just go and ask your father for strength?"

Hodges's face was as white as a piece of paper, and the evil spirits didn't sweat, and if he could, he would probably be sweating profusely by now:

"Father just rejected me!"

"He told me to run!"

Gulshati was stunned for a moment.

Hodges' father is the Evil Lord Omadoki, who is a great man in the astral plane, the kind that is equal to the god of midnight.

Even He said to run......

"Let's go!"

Gul Shati said decisively.

However, the two of them decided to flee too late-

Not far away.

A young man in a mage robe and a dust mask stepped on the tombstone and rushed over like a lightning bolt!

The tombstone pressed against the ground, and puffs of dust rushed to both sides like waves.

His speed was unmatched, and what was even more terrifying was that there were several ropes hanging from the back of the tombstone, and the end of the ropes was billowing with smoke and dust, which seemed to be connected to a rectangular outline!

The two of them looked through the smoke and dust, and then they saw that the rectangular outline was actually a sarcophagus!

Will the tombstone slide?

It's still that fast?

Can you hang a coffin in the back?

Hodges and Gulshati glanced at each other, and both of them couldn't help but rub their eyes, seriously suspecting that they had seen it wrong.

And just when they were stunned.

Matthew had already dragged the coffin to them.

Faced with the gaze of two legendary evil spirits.

Matthew was not afraid, he easily took off the dust mask, and then smiled:

"Two of you, it's not very polite to just stare at others like this."

"I'm Matthew, and you asked me to negotiate."

"Tell me about your conditions."

Gulshati's reaction was quick.

A big smile appeared on her face:

"We were just amazed at the way Your Excellency was running, but we didn't expect that the main material realm would actually study such a ...... Tool. ”

"It's impressive."

Matthew smiled faintly:

"Thanks for the compliment."

His gaze was instantly focused on Hodges's gaze.

The latter looks somewhat unnatural.

"We can help you raze the City of Night Angels to the ground, in fact, we have captured a number of suspicious people related to the sorcerer Lance and the Dragon God Society, and we can always hand them over to you if you need them."

Gul Shati said with a spring breeze on her face:

"As long as Your Excellency promises not to attack us, and gives us Crescent Mountain a place to shelter on the sampan plane."

This was certainly not a condition that the two of them considered at first.

They didn't even think about what was being negotiated.

It was only with Hodges receiving O'Madoch's warning that Gulshati had to improvise and try to stabilize Matthew's emotions first.

What is going on, or go back to Crescent Mountain to discuss it again.

"Oh? Sounds pretty good. ”

Matthew raised his eyebrows and asked a little bluntly:

"Then how many people are you going to send to attack the City of Night Angels with me?"

Hodges' face was a little ugly.

The two of them are legendary, and it is simply an incredible thing to be aggressively questioned by a small fifth-order mage here.

If it weren't for my father's advice, it would still be echoing in my mind.

He's already turned his face by now!

"Two thousand!"

Gulshati looked quite calm:

"And I can guarantee that we are the most elite class of troops in Crescent Mountain."

Matthew directly opened his mouth:

"I want five thousand!"

Gu Lichati replied without hesitation:

"Yes."

"When do you want to?"

"Let's go back and prepare."

Matthew burst into laughter.

If the other party is scheming with them and repeatedly arguing with them, it shows that they do have the sincerity to negotiate with them.

But now that I'm behaving clearly, I want to fool myself!

"No, according to my previous judgment, they brought me here with the intention of ambushing me."

"Why haven't you done it yet?"

Matthew also had some doubts in his heart.

But seeing that the two legendary evil spirits had no intention of doing anything at all, he simply accompanied each other to continue singing.

"Well, I never work with people I don't know, the two are so strange to me, not only do I not know you, but I will even be wary of you, after all, we are from different races, I don't know anything about evil spirits, why don't we spend a little more time together - sit by the lake and chat, fish, maybe we can become friends, in this way, cooperation is also a natural thing."

Matthew said with a smile.

Hodges instinctively wanted to refuse, but for some reason, he felt evil when he saw Matthew's smile.

He didn't want to stay with the other person any longer.

However, Gul Shati was full of promises.

And so.

The three of them, each with a ghost, did not make a big move, but found a place to sit by the lake.

Matthew summoned four zombies to carry the coffin, then took three fishing rods out of his bag and gave them to the other two spirits, and introduced his fishing skills to them in a methodical manner.

Of course, 90 percent of it is nonsense.

Matthew doesn't know how to fish at all.

But Gulshati and Hodges are also buying it.

At the very least, they all sat there pretendingly.

None of them brought it up, and the fish in this lake had long been poisoned by Matthew......

Matthew leaned his back against the coffin, holding the fishing rod in both hands, and two evil spirits chatted with each other.

Suddenly.

He smiled and asked:

"It's not fun to sit and talk like this all the time, why don't you make a bet?"

"Do you think I'll be able to catch something?"

Hodges finally came to the spirit:

"Yes."

"I bet you won't catch anything."

He knew very well that the creatures in this lake were dead, let alone fish, and even a root of aquatic grass could not survive.

Although it has already undergone a purification.

But the recovery of species is not so fast after all.

"Do you want to make some bets?"

"I'll give you a pound of Mithril."

Matthew blinked.

Hodges nodded casually:

"Yes."

As the lord of Crescent Mountain, Hodges holds a considerable fortune in his hands.

A pound of Mithril is not even a drop in the bucket to him.

He is usually a gambler, but he has encountered this depressing situation now, since he can't have a seizure, he can only win back a city through other means.

Hodges stared at Matthew.

He knew that the mage was good at juggling, and if the other party was going to play tricks through magic, then he would demolish the other party no matter what!

Available in a few seconds.

Hodges's face froze for a moment.

Because there was a crisp sound in his ears—

But it was a zombie that slammed into the lake.

Then, under the incredulous gaze of Hodges and Gulshati, the zombie bites Matthew's hook.

The latter laughed.

Easily dragged the zombies ashore!

"How?"

"Mr. Hodges, I'm willing to lose."

Matthew said with a smile on his face.

Hodges finally couldn't hold it back, and he said angrily:

"What a shameless way to cheat?"

"You don't really plan to be friends with us!"

Matthew looked at the other party calmly:

"Are you going to negotiate with me sincerely?"

Hodges was slightly stunned.

A bad feeling welled up in Gulshati's heart.

Right now.

An evil spirit hurried over in a flying squirrel-like beast, shouting as he flew:

"Oh no, no!"

"The Death Canopy and the Undead Army have attacked Crescent Mountain!"

"They've attacked the vicinity of Trevi Square!"

The two demons stared at Matthew.

However, I don't know when the coffin behind Matthew has been lifted.

A sleepy-eyed undead stepped out of it.

Followed by.

The firelight in the sky instantly evaporated most of the water in Mogu Lake!

……

Crescent Mountain.

In the backyard of a mansion in the city.

"Are you really not going back to the abyss?"

A bald demon looked at the gorgeously dressed man in front of him with some emotion and said.

The other party's name is Pinkerton, and he is a half-demon, half-evil half-demon half-blood.

He is also the only friend of the demon hero Charles on Crescent Mountain.

The information about Orsay, the Black Dragon Lord, was investigated by Pinkerton and then relayed to Charles.

The man smiled lightly:

"Why go back?"

"I have gained power and wealth here that is impossible to obtain in the abyss, and the lords here appreciate me."

"I'm having a good time right now, the kind you can't imagine."

Charles said with some concern:

"But this plane is a little unpeaceful, I just escaped from Tyrannosaurus Town a few days ago, and I'm worried that the necromancer will soon attack Crescent Mountain."

Pinkerton said with a relaxed face:

"Don't worry, old man."

"Our lord has long thought of a way to deal with that necromancer."

Charles is still a little worried:

"I've heard that he poisoned the water here, and a lot of people have died in Crescent Mountain recently......"

Pinkerton nodded:

"It does."

"But as we all know, we evil spirits are not afraid of toxins."

Between words.

An inconspicuous fly flew in front of him.

Suddenly.

Pinkerton stuck out his slender tongue and curled it violently into the air.

The poor fly was instantly swept into his mouth.

Click, click, click.

The sound of chewing came from Pinkerton's mouth, and his triumphant words:

"Look, this fly doesn't look very clean, but who am I, I'm Pinkerton, the son of demons and evil spirits, with the constitution of a demon and the resistance of evil spirits, I am immune to most toxins and plagues in the world."

"This one is no exception."

The words are not finished yet.

His face changed suddenly, and then he began to vomit violently while holding his stomach!

Charles looked at each other in a daze.

Didn't wait for him to react.

Suddenly, there was a violent commotion outside.

He easily jumped onto the roof and took a closer look.

But I saw a terrifying and hideous bone dragon slammed through the city wall and rushed in like a bamboo!

Charles was even more confused.

Because of this scene.

He seems to have seen it somewhere!

……

(End of chapter)