Staring at the flesh puppet of the Haemonculi Grand Master, Victor hissed:
"Grand Master, I am very sure that he is dead."
The other person's response was only laughter and smiles.
"Haha, little Victor, your expression and your voice tell me that you are actually not so sure."
Victor pursed his thin lips. No one in Comoros dared to speak to him like this, because it would definitely be more terrifying than death. But facing this person, he could only suppress his anger.
He is the overlord of the Dark City, but that doesn't mean he has everything. There are also places in Commorragh that he cannot and cannot control, and there are quite a few.
"You called me here, wasn't it because you were unsure? You wanted me to help you figure this out?"
"Grand Master, this man was sent from the Eternal Court. He has already helped more than a dozen groups of rebels who believe in death. This shows that the witchcraft bitch Efrenie has hooked up with the ape adulterer Veronica.
Together, they will try to get involved in Comoros. I am not doing it for myself, I am doing it for this free city. If it is controlled by those two crazy women, then I am afraid that you, the Grand Master... will not have a place.
Is that what happened?"
"Haha, little Victor, this is what I admire about you. You are hypocritical enough to be sincere, but in fact sometimes you overestimate your own importance. Comoros will continue to do this without anyone else. This is not
What 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 be able to resist it?"
"Grand Master, what we are discussing is not 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 can be a phoenix. Little Victor, what you are afraid of is not him, but your heart
fear."
"fear?"
Victor narrowed his eyes.
"Only if I make people fearful can I make people tremble."
"Then only you know."
Urien's voice seemed to be a magic spell, and many things that he had once forced himself to forget came to Victor's mind...
"Well..."
He fell heavily to the ground, and his face hit the hard and cold rock, causing blood to spill from his mouth and nose. Just as he was trying to crawl forward using his hands and feet, a foot stepped on his back.
"What a fool! Even the cats and dogs on the street dare to trouble Grandpa Gotrek!"
A rough voice sounded behind him, and he seemed to be able to feel the big ax approaching his head. It was this ax that just chopped the Ghost Street Gang who had finally pulled him up to pieces, and also cut his body into pieces.
Self-esteem and self-confidence were chopped to pieces.
But dignity is completely unimportant compared to life. This is the truth he realized all the way after he was almost sacrificed and escaped.
"Grandpa, have mercy on me! Grandpa, have mercy on me! Spare me this time! It's because I'm blind and can't see the mountain!"
He clenched his hands, raised them high above his head, cried in the humblest voice, and kept hitting his forehead on the ground.
"Spare you? What do you say about grandpa's spilled wine! I -"
"Okay, man, let him go."
"Tsk, you bastard, what are you doing?"
Feeling the feet moving away from behind, he was thinking about whether to run, but he immediately realized that he couldn't because the person speaking was more terrifying than the dwarf.
"Get up."
He climbed up carefully, bent over, turned around, and raised his head slightly.
A tall and slender young man, wearing a lavender robe, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, was extremely handsome. He had a sword tied around his waist and a unique feather fan in his hand. He was looking at him with a smile but not a smile. His appearance was very...
Ada, however, has a different temperament, which may be brought about by her slightly shorter ears.
"You just signed up as Victor, right?"
"Yes, yes, my nickname is Victor."
"How long have you been living in Comoros?"
"Uh... about eleven arcs of light."
"That means you were here before the Great Fall?"
"Yes."
"How long has your gang been around?"
"Less than three arcs of light."
"It seems that the scale is not small. In this way, I just need a servant who is familiar with the history and environment of Comoros. Since we met, it is fate. According to the rules of Comoros, you attacked us, but I defeated you.
Now you are my slave. Of course I don’t like the slavery system. I will give you your freedom in the future, but now..."
As he said that, the other party conjured a collar on his hand like a magic trick.
"Put it on, you are mine, and you will know the benefits in the future."
"this..."
He had been a slave in the past and had made great efforts to get rid of his status as a slave. Now that he has his own power, he still has to be a slave. It is naturally difficult to accept it. But when he saw the man with a blood-red hair glaring at him,
After the dwarf with a Western-style haircut, he immediately reached out to catch the collar and put it on his neck.
"Being your slave is my blessing! It's a blessing!"
The short man curled his lips, but still put away his axe.
"You bitch, I don't understand what you want with this thing, you bastard."
"Smart enough and shameless enough to even slip under your axe. That's enough. It's enough to be an errand boy and do dirty work."
"Master, what should I call you?"
"Just call me Phoenix."
"Phoenix..."
When he turned around again, he was already standing on a battlefield littered with corpses. This was a secondary area of Comoros. It originally belonged to a powerful cult organization. After the Great Fall, such religious forces sprung up like mushrooms after rain.
come out, most of them believe in
The pleasure sect of the Goddess of Hope and the Lady of Thirst. Most people in Comoros despise this group of people because they went to believe in an evil god who almost destroyed the Ada race. However, this group of people still has a small number and
powerful people, and even some nobles were involved.
This area used to be the territory of a great noble, but it was recently occupied by a joyful cult called Charming Whispers. In order to retake this area, that family sent many troops, but they all came back defeated. Because of this
The cult has mastered some kind of demonic possession technique.
But now, this cult that once extended its evil hand to the city of Comoros has been destroyed. The huge city is full of corpses, and the blood on the streets is up to the ankles.
Victor used a knife to cut off the head of the last struggling senior member of the sect, then took away the jewelry that was nailed to his face and ears with a chain, and then ran to a high slope not far away.
On the top, there is a flag erected there. It is the flag of the family that originally belonged to this area. It is surrounded by a circle of fully armed family soldiers. When they see Victor, they get out of the way.
After walking along the stairs to the top of a road, he saw his master standing under the flag and looking into the distance. At the same time, there was an extremely beautiful woman nestling next to him. She was wearing a midnight-colored high-cut long skirt, her entire back and
Her slightly raised thighs were exposed to the air. While looking at the man she was holding infatuatedly, she gently stroked his cheek with her hand.
"...You can't reject me anymore after you go back. Don't worry about my father. I am yours and only yours."
Witek swallowed his saliva and tried his best to pretend not to hear those explicit love words, but this was also one of the biggest characteristics of his master - he would never lack women by his side.