Chapter 3147

In the RPG game, NPC will come to the protagonist when they see him.

"Ah, brave, the world is being ravaged by the demon king. We are suffering from the demon king. Its claws and teeth are rampant in the village. Please save us and drive away these terrible monsters."

After hearing NPC's request, the protagonist thought for a moment.

"Wait a minute."

After dropping this sentence, the protagonist turned and left. After a while, he dragged a body to the NPC.

"I killed the demon king. The task is finished."

“………………………”

At that time, what was NPC's mood when he looked at the demon king's body at the foot of the protagonist?

Is the overbearing Liuli's mood now.

"Is this really the great mage Tyrion...?"

Looking at the cold corpse that fell in front of him and had completely lost his breath, the overbearing glass just felt like he was dreaming. Or, even in her dream, she didn't expect such an absurd expansion. The supreme ruler of the black Holy Land died like this?

Isn't this a double or a fake?

Generally speaking, this is a very reasonable explanation, but the other party has brought the body, so it is impossible not to confirm it.

"Is this true?"

The domineering glass looked at Fangzheng again, and the latter shrugged his shoulders.

"How many times have you asked me? How do I know if this guy is real or fake? I haven't seen him before. This sissy dragged herself to me to pretend to be forced, and then I killed him when I saw him unhappy. Who knows what this thing is? He introduced himself. That's what he said. Where can I check his account?"

“………………………”

Although Fang Zheng's words are very irritating, domineering Liuli has to admit that the other party's words are really reasonable. After all, although the black holy land is notorious as a cult organization, the real identity and appearance of the high-level have always been a secret. As for whether the person in front of him is really the ruler of the holy land of black, founder doesn't know, and overbearing glazed glaze is not sure.

"By the way, I heard you caught a girl...?"

"This guy's magic guide book, Nacht manuscript."

Fang Zheng put down his tea cup.

"I'm interrogating her. I hope I can take out the nest of the black holy land from her mouth. Isn't it beautiful to burn all the fire at that time?"

"Then please, Mr. Jiecheng."

Although I don't know whether what Fang Zheng said is true or false, the domineering glass only nodded and agreed.

"Oh, it's on me."

Hearing the overbearing Liuli's answer, Fang Zheng waved his hand and stood up.

"This corpse will be left to you. Whether to chop or burn it is up to you."

With these words, Fang Zheng turned and opened the door of the living room and went out. The deep dark shadow outside the door was like the mouth of a giant beast, completely swallowing his figure. Then the door closed heavily and sent out a harsh echo.

When Fang Zheng opened his eyes again, the originally luxurious and comfortable corridor in front of him had become a tunnel stained with dark sludge. Smooth and sticky tentacles passed through the corner of the wall, pushing open the front door like a welcome guard, and Fang was walking into it. In front of him, in the turbid space like the body of a giant beast, a petite girl was bound to the meat in the middle.

She was the girl who suddenly appeared before and tried to steal Fang Zheng. She was also the copy of Nacht, the magic guide book owned by the great mage Tyrion.

I didn't expect that magic guide books can be personified.

First the book of the dead, then the manuscript of Nacht, and then what else? Manuscript of laleier? The book of keander? Ebon's book? Corpse food canon?

Forget it, none of this matters. We'll talk about it then.

Fang Zheng shook his head, threw aside the wonderful ideas in his head, and looked curiously at the girl in front of him again.

"Well, miss, you should almost give up."

“…………………”

Hearing the founder's voice, the girl as Petite as Al raised her head and stared at him coldly. Her appearance is very similar to that of Al, except that they are wearing the opposite color. Al is wearing a white dress and she is wearing a black gothic dress.

But these are meaningless. At the moment, the girl has been swallowed up by the pillars erected in the space, like rotten and dark meat, and her limbs and body have been slowly and firmly swallowed into the interior of the pillars. It's like a giant beast's stomach is gradually digesting its prey.

In fact, if you make a profile, you can see that at the moment, the clothes on the girl have been completely dissolved, and the surface of the meat tightly attached to her body is shaking with countless small, fluffy tentacles, sliding around on the surface of the girl's skin

"Where is the nest of the black holy land? If I say so, I can send the rest of the people on the road to be a companion with your master. Isn't it lonely on the yellow spring road alone?"

"Master... Master won't be killed so easily!"

"But he has been killed and his soul has been swallowed."

"That's just..."

Hearing Fang Zheng's answer, the girl subconsciously wanted to refute. Then she was surprised and hurriedly closed her mouth.

While Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes and stared at her with a meaningful smile.

"Oh... It seems that there's something inside? It doesn't matter. We have plenty of time... I'll get the truth from you..."

"....... you can't change all this."

Finally, Nacht's transcript spoke again, but this time, her voice was mixed with resentment and hatred.

"This is an eternal cycle. No one can escape... No matter who you are, it is impossible..."

"It depends."

Fang Zheng didn't even finish listening to the girl, so he waved his hand and left the room.

Behind him, the thick and huge tentacles wrapped around the thick door and closed heavily.

At the same time, in a dark and mysterious space, there are also discussions about this.

"Is this true? The great mage Tyrion was killed?"

A sharp, clown like voice sounded, with an artificial tone like a third rate stage actor, expressing his shock and grief.

"It seems so. Even the magic guide book has disappeared. This is the first time."

Standing in the middle with his back to the shadows was a strong blonde black man in a suit and standing upright. He reached out, stroked his moustache and said in a voice with a strange rhythm.

"So, what should we do? Without the great mage Tyrion, will our plan continue?"

"Of course."

The black man nodded.

"Even if we lose the great mage, it doesn't mean that our plan for the dark holy land will be suspended. Gentlemen, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we miss this opportunity, who knows when it will be next... For the great C, we must complete our mission."

"So, how do we accomplish our mission?"

"Of course I have my way."

Facing the reproach of his colleagues, the black man showed a proud smile. Although the great master of magic, Thailand, is the ruler of them, yes, but the black holy land is not his has the final say. Under Tyrion, there are several magicians who can also control the battle of ghosts, weapons and gods. For them, Tyrion's death is a blow, but it also means that one of them will become a new great mage and rule the holy land of black.

"But before that, we have to react... The other party killed the great mage Tyrion and completely ignored the holy land of black. Can you tolerate such a thing?!"

"But even Tyrion was killed. What can we do? Do you want us to die?"

A slightly younger voice spoke with dissatisfaction, while the black man smiled and shook his head.

"Of course not. In fact, I think Tyrion may have been attacked by the other party. After all, he didn't even take out the ghost and weapon God to fight. Then, it's reasonable to consider that he died of a sneak attack."

“………………………”

In the face of the black man's words, the shadows around him fell into silence. However, the surging evil force represented that it was not as calm as it seemed.

"So, what do you think?"

Soon, another cold voice sounded.

"It's simple."

The black man smiled.

"They killed Tyrion, which is a declaration of war against the black holy land. We must not ignore it. I have received information that the body of the great mage Tyrion is currently among the hegemonic chaebols. Since they provoked the black holy land, we also want them to see our strength and let them understand that we are an existence they can't resist!"

"... so?"

"We can attack the hegemonic chaebol and take over the city at the same time. If the guy who killed Tyrion appears, we can kill him - and the person who successfully killed that guy is the ruler of the new black holy land and the new great mage..."

At this point, the black man bowed slightly around.

"So, what do you think?"

There was a slight noise, and the voice of discussion echoed in the dark and empty space. However, soon, the young voice appeared again.

"Wait a minute, we don't know who the man who killed Tyrion is. Even if you say so, how do we identify the target?"

"It's very simple, everyone. Just catch the commander-in-chief of the overlord chaebol and the little girl. Since master Tyrion's body is in the overlord chaebol, I think the little girl must know who really killed Tyrion."

“………………………”

This time, the voice of the discussion decreased a lot, but it never stopped, while the black man looked at the scene with a smile and reached out to touch his beard.

Obviously, he has seen the end.

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