Chapter 437

The shaking started with a slight tremor, then increased in amplitude and hit the floor "clattering".

It seems that a group of mice are trapped in their armor and try their best to get out and string around in it.

The strange picture made Caesar, who had become a ghost of death, cold at the bottom of his heart. His ability to control death refreshed his understanding of lowett.

At this moment, lowett let out a faint sigh.

"Don't you want to resurrect?"

"Yes, it's understandable that people who die with a will to die."

"But... You can't help it!"

He didn't make any moves, but Caesar and aka noticed that the color of the blue magic array on the floor was a lot deeper, from the blue of the sea to the faint blue at the junction of deep-sea light.

Climb up the light band of the armor, if there is substance, twist the armor, the trembling stops suddenly, and hang it slowly.

In the invisible position, the green light ball floated on the edge of the blood red magic array at the back of the armor and refused to approach.

However, with lowett's strength, the distance between them became closer and closer, and the slender blue light band nearby gradually invaded the space.

Soon, with a buzzing sound, the light ball was sucked in by the magic array.

The center of the magic array seemed to have opened a hole and used the "mouth" which was only one tenth the size of the light ball to "bang" the light ball in.

It's faster than rattan tiger sucking buckwheat flour.

Buzz!

Seeing this, lowett scattered the magic array on the ground, lost the shackles of the light band, and his armor fell to the ground.

"Knot... Is it over?"

Caesar looked relaxed. It was clear that he didn't have this function.

With lowett's strength, the terrible soul breath inevitably leaked out. Just a trace gave him the illusion of being in the stove.

Too big, too hot!

It's even more amazing than the heat of facing the laser weapon when testing the laser device transferred from the Yellow ape fruit!

But it was an illusion that there was no change in the temperature in the air.

But no one answered his question.

Caesar could only stare at the motionless armor in front of him.

The master's ability cannot fail.

So

"You have today, berga punk!"

Click!

Under Caesar's pitiful gaze, the armor finger moved. Then, a "vitality" swam around the armor and made it turn over and sit up.

The cold iron helmet looked at the left and right confused, and a voice with a few strands of steel smell came from it.

"I... am I not dead?"

Poof!

Kaiduo stumbled back. If there was blood, he was already vomiting.

Unwilling to dance his arms, he forgot that he had just passed the message to the people around him through the breath of his soul.

But the effect is almost the same. Lowett learns quickly. Aka knows sign language itself.

With a faint look at him, aka replied, "your armor also has this function, but your soul is incomplete."

Creak?

Caesar knelt down in grief and indignation and sobbed silently.

For the first time, he hated that he had been a capable person.

The small light spot named fruit factor by lowett is engraved in the body and soul of the capable person at the same time, but with death, these factors begin to separate regardless of position, causing double collapse.

This fusion and collapse of origin is beyond the limits of mages.

Can you stop it? What kind of necromancer does lowett still be? Isn't he happy to be a God?

Nevertheless, as an expert, lowett also had some ways to save Caesar.

He manipulated Caesar's soul and broke it into pieces to curb the chain collapse in quantity.

When the fruit factors are cleared, the remaining soul fragments are put together again, making Caesar the first living... Undead who loses the ability to bear fruit in the real sense.

As for the difficulty of patching up soul fragments, just think of lowett himself.

Scores vary from person to person.

However, it is inevitable that Caesar's soul is incomplete today.

Hearing the voice, berga punk turned and looked over.

"Is this... The world of the dead?"

"I know you, the Black Knight under the black count... Ha ha! So you are dead."

"No, no, you are a body."

"To be exact, a corpse is a pile of meat. A corpse and a soul are called the dead."

Lowett put his walking stick against the helmet of armor, helped him turn back, and said with a smile: "moreover, this is not the world of the dead, but my country of the dead on earth, Mr. Bega punk."

WOW!

Seeing who was in front of him, berga punk couldn't stop shaking.

"Black... Black count!"

"What did you do to me?"

Lowett raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Do you understand the situation so quickly? It would be much easier."

"If you want to ask me what I did, you might as well ask yourself."

"You didn't have to die, berga punk. Really, I appreciate you very much, so I sent ah Jin to contact... But you chose suicide in order to hide the truth... Suicide by killing with a knife."

"But what has changed? Bega punk!"

"Since I oppose Non Violence and resolutely do not cooperate, I have to enslave your soul after your death."

"I..."

Zizizizizizi!

Before berga punk finished his words, a terrible black lightning swam all over his body. Without the protection of his body, he couldn't help screaming because of the pain that went directly to his soul.

"Ah!!!"

In the shrill scream, lowett's voice sounded calmly: "don't talk nonsense, I don't like it."

"You have no choice. It's a luxury to want to die."

After that, lowett threw out something, and Caesar hurriedly caught it.

"Some newcomers don't understand the rules. You are responsible for training and put them into work as soon as possible."

Looking at the ring full of spell fluctuations in his hand, Caesar nodded again and again, making the helmet creak and creak.

Lowett frowned silently. "Your armor needs oiling, Caesar."

Creak

The latter suddenly froze.

"Work..."

At this time, losing the torment of black thunder, Bega punk raised his head mechanically and rigidly: "do you want me to help you make Pluto?"

Lowett is proud of the magic system he controls.

Just like his confidence in science.

Both are the achievements accumulated by both sides and honed bit by bit.

Such people resurrect themselves, certainly not to develop science and technology, eliminate all possibilities, and only this one is left!

Lowett did not hide this and nodded calmly.

"Yes!"

"But now who else in the sea is your opponent?"

Berga punk could not understand, with a bit of vigilance and anxiety.

"I've made a mathematical model. Based on your current data, whether it's white beard or kaiduo, the Navy or red hair, you can't beat you at all. Why do you still want that thing?!"

It's not that he can't fight at all, but lowett's winning face is more than 60%.

In addition to quantitative, there are variables in Berger Punk's mathematical model.

Count black, the most terrible thing is the calculation!

At the sound of the speech, lowett paused.

"Yes, why?"

"Probably... To satisfy your curiosity."

"Huh?"

Just for that reason?

"Don't you want to uncover the deepest secret of the sea?"

"Haven't you ever thought that the knowledge you have is just picking up people's wisdom?"

"Knowledge has never been a castle in the air."

Under the gaze of Berga Punk's trembling soul, lowett smiled: "I'm just curious about what happened to the sea, which will lead to the collapse of such a bright civilization and return to the era of slash and burn."

Even a demon lord comparable to the great emperor has fallen. The hidden secret of the real world that the great emperor doesn't care about is the treasure that lowett must get.

"Oh, yes!"

Suddenly, lowett had a sudden look on his face, put his walking stick against his chin and raised Berga Punk's iron skull.

"You don't seem to have a choice."