In the tallest tower in Comoros, a cold and doubtful figure was wandering among the mirror fragments. This was an extremely huge hall, but it was rarely decorated, with only towering pillars and no light source. Only the glimmer of the crystal-like mirror floating in the air. If you look closely, each mirror fragment showed the scene in a corner of Comoros, but some of the fragments were already pitch black, as if they were blocked by some force, but most of them could release their cold light like ghost fire.
Suddenly, the figure stopped in front of one of the fragments, which showed a picture of destruction, which was the slum at the bottom of the Dark City. Once upon a time, countless decayed shacks were sandwiched between the spire and their foundation plates. This area once accommodated so many residents of a small country, but now it has sunk.
Today, there are only a few slum islands and declining ruins that protrude from the suffocating black ocean, and you can also see the swelling bodies floating up and down disgustingly in the waves, forming a thick floating shell on the surface of the sludge.
Occasionally, some non-human bodies appear in the black ocean, like predators in the deep sea, but their bodies emit an unknown gleam.
"...Kandulak is always puzzling. He seems to have shown his ambitions, but his ambitions are not real like his shadow. What exactly does he want to do? Devour the entire Comoros? I think it is unlikely, but it is difficult to say what will happen if you continue to let him do this, but this interesting game can be observed..."
After talking to himself in a smiley voice, he turned around and took two more steps, finally stopping in front of another crystal fragment.
Through this lens, you can see a fierce battle. A huge and shiny arch is vomiting endlessly out of colorful filth. Amorphous monsters are bred from the fluid and quickly have claws, fangs, limbs, eyes, tongues, etc., like a disorderly mockery of natural life, but they will soon be torn apart by surging poison crystals and black beams. The warriors of the conspiracy group opened fire at the gate at a distance to try to suppress the sub-space objects. However, even if their firepower is so fierce, they still cannot block all the demons. The warriors of the conspiracy group were constantly dragged down by the claws or fangs of demons from unexpected angles.
Just as the demons were focusing on attacking the warriors of the conspiracy group, a group of warriors wearing heavy armor, holding wide blades and double swords suddenly came out. They swept towards the arch like a sharp blade hurricane. The head was a black object as dark as ink, but shining like stars. Its blade was as light as feathers, but with artistic cruelty, and no demon could stop him.
Finally they rushed to the arch where the demon was spitting out, and the nightmare temporarily closed it with the help of professional equipment.
Although it was only temporary, they did stop that surge.
The viewer nodded with satisfaction and began to talk to himself again.
"This is the last blow... How much trouble did Everenie's damn witchcraft bitch cause me? Those foolish believers who are so-called gods don't understand who is cleaning up the mess? It's me! When everyone is thinking about how to seize profits and fight for power, who is protecting the city? Or me! And they believe in a witchcraft bitch that ruined the city. What is this stupidity? Fortunately, Drazzar is at least a... a person who knows the general, he understands who is doing the right thing after all, but I know very well what his position is. He doesn't care who is at the highest point, well, or he always thinks he is at the highest point. I appreciate such confidence. It's better to deal with such people than to deal with fools, but his position."
For some reason, he didn't continue to say it, but just snorted twice and turned to the next piece of fragment.
There is a besieged stronghold in the picture, composed of some spires and fortifications, surrounded by a thorny wall. However, flames and poisonous smoke are coiled around the wall. You can see that there are gaps on it, and there are still corpses hanging on the thorns. Many of the spires it protects have collapsed. The spires fell to the ground and cracked into pieces, shining brightly in the high temperature. At high altitude, there are hell gliders and natural disasters that are constantly passing by, as if wild beasts besieging rotten corpses. In response, dense poison crystal firepower below also uses dense poison crystal firepower to shoot down those enemies who have entered the wrong route.
"...I believe that witch bitch fools should die. They are like plagues, and they will continue to spread their weird worship of death to others. They should have been vulnerable, but..."
Suddenly, his voice became a little hoarse, as if he was grinding something that did not exist with his teeth.
Resentment and hatred almost permeate like a substance.
He walked to the next piece of crystal, and there was also a scene of fighting, but in a ruin, two groups of conspiracy groups were fighting, but there was obvious advantages and disadvantages of one side.
But suddenly, several people broke out from the slant, leading a short man holding up the battle axe and chopping down a Dracula.
Then there was a huge creature like a fish. The weapons in its hand were straggling wildly, creating a destructive storm on the battlefield. Then a violent hairy giant ran over in heavy armor, waving the meteor hammer in his hand and smashing a poison crystal cannon that was being set up with a heavy hammer.
After they appeared, more warriors carrying the symbols of the Death Clan came out, and the situation reversed instantly, and the attackers could only escape in a panic.
Before the battle ended, a "floating" figure suddenly came out of the corner. Of course, if he did not scratch his crotch when he appeared, he should still be relatively elegant. At the same time, a fan with a somewhat messy feather was gently squirting in his hand.
The person outside the mirror stared at the figure.
"...It's impossible that it's him, it's impossible that... He died, he's already dead, he must be... dead."
"Oh? Are you that sure?"
Suddenly, a jokey voice came from the darkness, and the person who looked gloomy and irritable on his face was illuminated by the gloomy light raised his head.
Asdubal Victor, the supreme overlord, the great tyrant, the ruling ruler, the father of all, and all other titles belong to him. This is a private territory that he will never allow outsiders to be trampled. There is only one person, only the person he absolutely cannot offend, and can appear here when invited.
He turned his head and looked at the sound of something. It was covered in a black robe, only showing a face, a snow-white face without facial features.
A meat puppet is also one of the many clones. Because he is very lazy, there are few situations that allow him to step out of his own cave. Even if he collects materials himself, he will send those meat puppets, and each of those meat puppets has the strength of no less than a master of blood actors.
Chapter completed!