Staring at the flesh puppet of the blood actor Grandmaster, Victor hissed:
"Master, I'm pretty sure he's dead."
The other party's response was only laughter and laughter.
"Haha, little Victor, your expression and your voice told me that you are not that sure."
Victor pursed his thin lips. No one in Comoros dared to talk to him like this, because it would definitely be more terrible than death, but only facing this person, he could only suppress his anger.
He is the overlord of the Dark City, but it does not mean that he has everything. Comoros also has places that he cannot control or control, and there are many.
"You called me to come, isn't it because you're not sure? Do you want me to help you figure it out?"
"Grandmaster, this person was sent by the Eternal Court. He has helped more than a dozen rebels who believe in the god of death. This shows that Everenee's witch bitch has hooked up with Veronica, ape adulterer. They will try to get involved in Comoros. I'm not for myself, I'm for this city of freedom. If it is controlled by those two crazy women, then you may not have a place to stay, right?"
"Haha, little Victor, this is what I admire about you. It is hypocritical enough. But sometimes you overestimate your importance. If Comoros is missing, anyone will continue to do so. This is not something that can be transferred by personal will, unless there is really a god to change it, but if it is really divine power, how can you and I resist it?"
"Master, we are not talking about God, but Him."
"Phoenix? Actually, it's the same truth. It doesn't matter whether he is alive or dead, because he is not dead in your heart. Then anyone may be a Phoenix. Little Victor. What you are afraid of is not him, but your inner fear."
"fear?"
Victor narrowed his eyes.
"Only I can make people tremble."
"That's the only one who knows."
Urien's voice seemed like a spell, and many things that he once forced himself to forget appeared in Victor's mind...
"Um..."
He fell heavily to the ground, his face hitting the hard and cold rocks, causing blood to spill out of his mouth and nose. Just as his hands and feet were trying to climb forward, one foot was stepped behind him.
"His grandma is a ball! Even the cats and dogs on the street dare to look for you, Grandpa Gao Trick!"
A rough voice sounded behind him, and he seemed to be able to feel the big axe approaching his head. It was this axe that cut off the Ghost Street Gang that he had finally pulled up, and also shattered his self-esteem and confidence.
But dignity is not important compared to life. This is the truth that he almost escaped and struggled all the way.
"Grandpa, please spare me! Grandpa, please spare me this time! I have no idea about Mount Tai!"
He held his hands tightly, held high above his head, cried in the humblest voice, his forehead constantly hitting the ground.
"Give you aside? What do you say about the wine that grandpa was knocked over! I-"
"Okay, man, let him go."
"Tsk, man, what are you doing?"
Feeling the feet behind him moved away, he was thinking about whether to run, but immediately he realized that he couldn't run away because the person who was talking was even more terrifying than this short man.
"Get up."
He got up carefully, bent over, turned around, and looked up slightly.
A young man with a tall and slender figure, wearing a lilac robe, sword-eyed eyebrows and starry eyes, extraordinary handsomeness, a sword tied around his waist, and a unique feather fan in his hand was looking at him with a smile. His appearance was very Ada, but he had a different temperament, which might be brought by his slightly shorter ears.
"You just signed up for Victor, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes, the name is Victor."
"How long have you been in Comoros?"
"Uh...about eleven arcs."
"That is, you were here before the great fall?"
"Yes."
“How long has your gang been established?”
“Less than three arcs.”
"It seems that the scale is quite large. In this way, I just miss a servant who is familiar with the history and environment of Comoros. Since we have encountered a fateful arrangement, according to the rules of Comoros, you attacked us, but I defeated me. Now you are my slave. Of course, I don't like slavery. I will give you freedom in the future, but now..."
As he said that, the other party created a collar in his hand like a magic trick.
"Wear it, you are mine, and you will know the benefits in the future."
"this..."
He used to be a slave, but he made great efforts to get rid of his identity as a slave. Now that he has his own power, he still has to be a slave, which is naturally difficult to accept. But when he saw the dwarf who stared at him and had a blood-red moxidan hairstyle, he immediately reached out to catch the collar and put it on his neck.
"Being able to be your slave is the blessing I have cultivated! It is a blessing!"
The short ahn curled his lips, but put away his axe.
"I don't know what you want this thing to do, a man."
"It's smart enough, shameless enough. It can even slip under your axe. It's enough to be a errand to do dirty work."
"Master, what should I call it?"
"Just call me, Phoenix."
"Phoenix..."
When he turned around again, he was already standing on a battlefield full of corpses. This was a sub-region of Comoros. It was originally a cult organization with great power. After the great fall, such religious forces sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. Most of them believed in the joyful sect of the goddess of desire and the hungry ladies. Most of the people in Comoros hated this group of people because they actually went to believe in an evil god who almost destroyed the race of Ada, but this group of people still had a little number and power, and even some nobles were involved.
This area was once a territory of a great noble, but not long ago it was occupied by a joyful sect called Charming Whisper. In order to regain the place, the family sent many troops, but they were defeated because the sect mastered some kind of demon possession technique.
But now, the sect that once extended his magic hand to the Comoros city has been destroyed. The huge city is full of corpses, and the blood on the streets is overwhelmed with ankles.
Victor cut off the head of the last struggling senior member of the clan with a knife, and then took away the jewelry that the other party had chained on his face and ears, and then ran happily to a high slope not far away, where a flag was erected. It was the family flag that the area originally belonged to. There was a circle of fully armed family soldiers around him. After seeing Victor, he made a way and walked up the stairs to the top, he saw his master standing under the flag and looking into the distance. At the same time, he was leaning against a beautiful woman. She was wearing a midnight high-cross skirt, her entire back and slightly curled thighs were exposed to the air. While looking at the man he was holding obsessively, he gently stroked his cheek with his hands.
"...You can't refuse me anymore after you go back. Don't worry about my father. I'm yours, and I can only be yours."
Chapter completed!