Chapter 639 Like rain falling on the ground

Author: Going to the Winter

Chapter 639 Like rain falling on the ground

"I see."

After a few seconds, Nisse replied, "You killer organization wants to get rid of guys who have different ideas from you. For example, Ichat."

"The killer organization wants to get rid of dictators. For example, Echaint, and then Bezebub. Maybe the order will be reversed."

The tone was slow and peaceful. But Nesse felt his throat tightening - the reason why he was desperate to find a sentence to fight back in a very short time.

But this is obviously difficult to do - refuting a demon is a dictator is like refuting the rain will fall on the ground. Refuting Bezebu is a dictator is like refuting the existence of rain. Only crazy narcissists and arrogant thugs, or third-rate journal authors who defraud the addiction can do it. However, Nesse has no doubt that if Chainte faces these, he will definitely give six hundred examples that prevent rain from falling on the ground and not very much in this world.

But he can't.

At this moment, nothing he wanted to say seemed to be unable to find credentials to say.

(Do I, his, mother, understand?)

Forgot what he wanted to say. He didn't have to fight back, collecting information was really necessary. He had already collected some of it. Whether it was acting alone or analyzing it with Viri Shaw afterwards. But at this moment, he felt that it was a bit too difficult to face the matter of stretching the intestines and setting off. That big figure was inexplicably majestic.

From a human perspective, he never thought that behind the undead creatures like cosmic garbage were such things that connected them together. If he had any expectations for the result of running to the killing realm, this should be the moment when his expectations were the least directionless.

In any case, he felt something unbreakable under the surface of the cemetery lord's loose belly folds and the mud flowing in his eye sockets. He could not break it.

But no matter what, he can't leave.

"You didn't respond. My lovely guest."

He looked at him with dirty eyes, his back facing the bow, and there was a very gentle shore. "Did you have your ears blocked, or have you agreed, or the rumor that has spread - as a member of him who once had a close relationship with him, you are actually tired of the arbitrary behavior of the demon duke - it is really true."

"Nothing is true."

"Isn't this happening?"

"He helped me. Then we went our separate ways. It was very simple." Not simple at all.

"How did he help you?" The intestine lining seemed very interested.

Nesse felt the rain fall on the ground, and it was hard to deny it. Flashing back the fragments of liquid drops dripped in the sea of ​​memory. Echaint turned him from a human to a creature with a demon's skin, and then turned him into a real demon. He turned that real demon into a guardian who had lost contact with him. It was effortless for Echaint, but at least two of these three processes made him feel the pain of almost being cut alive. Of course, he could not say a word to the cemetery lord.

"Eschainte Hincadesdo, how did he help you?" The silence broke again.

Like an arbitrary dictator, like a demon with outstanding abilities and eccentric personality. Hasn't their judgment been made? What else can I ask?

"Without him, there would be no me now." Nesse replied.

(Treasure. Caterpillar.)

"This has many different meanings." Shanka Chuanqian and smiled, "I hope it is the kind we expect." He tilted his head:

"Your expectations and our expectations. Today may eventually come true."

(Expected. He came for his expectation to win in this duel. Yes. Expected. He looked forward to seeing the Demon Duke again, and he was safe. This is why he wanted to launch a counterattack without a counterattack point. He could even think of how Yicha would laugh at the residual human customs-)

This type of thinking must be stopped immediately. It is OK to interrupt anything.

"...Today. There are two days left." He silently said.

"What two days?"

“A funeral.”

"Oh. Do you like this kind of thing? We go through a few such processes every day - some guys always like this kind of rituals and counter-funerals. But the most is no funerals-"

The ship began to slow down. The dish-like ship ran aground on the shore. They got off the boat, and the cemetery lord was still leading the way. The topic seemed to be easy to change to an insignificant chat - now it was about how to drive the ghosts out of the kiln channel. This reduced the pressure. Their location seemed to be just another shallow. There was nothing nearby, and it was still clear at a glance.

They walked forward as if they were standing still for a while, and an empty arch suddenly appeared in front of them. Through the tall arch, they could directly see the shallow on the other side.

But Nisse is very sure that the room of blood and ash is behind it. The door without a door exudes an unignorable sense of existence.

As he thought, he stopped in front of the arch. He and his chat stopped.

Dirty mud drips.

"My guest, I sincerely hope you can understand that to be our comrades... Of course, even if we won't end up getting what we want, I will still bring you here and meet our members." The cemetery lord looked at him and seemed a little regretful.

"how?"

Nesse laughed—he had originally expected the laughter to be stronger and could support the next words, “Didn’t I join you? Perhaps those guys who are loyal to you are following my body to the main material plane, turning all the creatures under my protection into creatures like you… Well. Comrades—If you say it in your words.”

“We won’t do that.”

"Why not?"

"We have no interest in expansion...well. My guest. Maybe you need a strong enough reason, maybe this one can: the undead don't have that ability. You see it too."

"The psychics all have that ability."

"That's right, but this cemetery cannot do without me for a moment."

"If you don't have the ability, don't take responsibility. If you can't provide a new order, don't take responsibility for breaking the old order. Devils are dictators. This is their nature. If you can't compete with everything they bring, then everything is just empty talk."

He stretched out his intestines and touched his face, looking at Nisse thoughtfully.

He only raised his hand and wet the doorpost on one side.

"New Order...you will know after seeing it." He laughed, "You can actually feel its existence and are afraid that you will be affected."

A room appeared in the arch, where many undead stood around a round table, looking at them.
Chapter completed!