Corpse Eater Esoteric Headquarters.

Akman asked a question: "No matter how strong you are, can you still beat those apostles?"

"Better than that witch who possesses incredible power?"

Akmanmon witnessed with his own eyes the power of the earth witch, the magic that covered the sky above the city, and the incredible power.

The existence of these apostles alone is already unimaginably powerful, so what about those high-ranking gods?

"No matter how strong you are, can you still surpass the gods?"

"If you do this, they won't turn a blind eye."

Thurrow didn't care at all: "So what?"

"Why should I be better than them, why should I fight them?"

"As long as we are fast enough, it will be too late by the time they react."

"Can they still go to the abyss to find me?"

"I will fear them, but I will not tremble under their power."

"And I may not be strong enough now, but I will definitely become stronger in the future. Who is afraid of who is not sure in the future."

Thoro uttered profane words in front of Ackermann.

"Even if it is a god."

"It's just some powerful and eternal existence."

"When we have power, we don't have to fear them."

Thurrow's words can be called unscrupulous, and they can already be called arrogant.

Akmanmon didn't speak, he knew Thoro well.

In his opinion, those who are courageous may be idiots, but those who are not even courageous are called waste; those in high positions may be fools, but basically there is no waste.

And Thurrow's arrogance is also capitalized, he does have talents beyond ordinary people.

Akmanmon did not refuse Thuro's warm invitation, but he spoke as coldly as ever.

"I can help you carry out this plan, so that your plan will not be hindered, and it will be concealed enough."

Akmanmon is no longer the King of Ten Thousand Snakes. He now controls many high-level figures in the Ten Thousand Snake King's Court and Moon Eclipse City. Although most of them are marginal figures, only a small number of them hold real power.

But the nobles are an intricate network of relationships, as long as they are used, many things can be done.

Akman left from a hidden camp of the Corpse Eating Secret Cult, and headed towards the palace by car.

He sat cross-legged in the car, lost in thought.

Thurrow is crazy, he is carrying out a crazy plan.

Although that plan seemed to be feasible, although his fanatical speeches and profane words even gained his inner approval.

But so what?

"Fall into the abyss?"

"Isn't that still a prisoner?"

Thro and Akmanmon are completely different, although they both pursue power.

But Thoro wanted to gain power only because of his perverted and twisted desire, and his desire to prove himself above everyone else.

But Ackerman is different.

What he wants is to control his own destiny.

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The palace was full of singing and dancing, and many nobles came to the ball today.

As the King of Ten Thousand Snakes became an adult, and the king had entered into a marriage with another family, many of the prohibitions and restrictions in the royal palace were relatively relaxed.

After Ackermanmon and his titular wife appeared together, they split up.

Akermanmon married his wife not long ago.

Although he didn't like this wife very much, and that wife didn't like him, the weak and incompetent King of Snakes, but the other party was just a **** sent by the Supreme Consul to monitor and control him.

The two parties were originally a political marriage, and after several cold-faced encounters, it was only left to put on a show in front of others.

Akmanmon did the same on purpose.

If you are too close to the other party, the other party may discover your secret.

Looking at the fanatical woman at the ball, Akmanmon's eyes showed no emotion at all; the other party was also a young man, and although he was sent to monitor and control him, Akmanmeng only used a few simple tricks to make the other party addicted In the midst of pleasure, how could he take care of his annoying husband.

In the corner of the corridor.

The literature and history teacher of the King of Snakes, Ackermanmon, the old snakeman scholar, gave Ackermanmon a wink, and the two appeared in the same place not long after.

This is a room nearly two stories high, but not too big, giving people a sense of conflict that is narrow but tall.

The two began to discuss things secretly here.

Su Yinhor's help has been very strong recently, because the current momentum of Ten Thousand Snake King's Court is too fierce, which makes Su Yinhor feel a strong threat.

They are going to step up their efforts to allow Ackermanmon, the deposed king, to regain power and push out the threatening Supreme Consul.

"Recently the situation is good, there is a lot of good news."

"Especially, the day when you take power is getting closer and closer."

"His Majesty!"

The old snakeman scholar seemed a little excited, as if the seeds he had planted had been carefully cared for for a long time, and it was finally time to bloom and bear fruit.

"After the wedding, Wang, you are no longer a child."

"Many families in the royal court also have voices. I hope you can stand up again and feel that, as the king of snakes, you should lead them to restore the glory of being a true nobleman."

"We've laid out a plan for you to start regaining power."

If Ackerman had heard the news before, he might still be excited.

But following Thurrow to learn extraordinary knowledge, he is gradually being influenced by Thurrow.

His kind of unscrupulous, his unscrupulous, his kind of thinking beyond common sense.

All are deeply affecting Akmanmon.

Therefore, facing the excitement of the old snake scholar, his response seemed a little indifferent.

"I see."

However, the old snake scholar thought of another aspect, and he seemed a little disappointed.

"Can't you forget the daughter of the Jue Ye family?"

"King, you must pull yourself together."

"To become a king, you must endure what ordinary people cannot..."

Akmanmon hated the old snakeman scholar for mentioning her.

He raised his head suddenly, looked at the other party with eagle-like eyes, and interrupted his words.

"Don't tell me that the king has to endure what ordinary people can't, and don't let me hear you mention her again."

Akemanmon's strength caught the old snake man by surprise. He had never seen such a tough opponent.

Ackerman looked at him with sharp eyes, which made him feel extremely powerful pressure.

Ackerman lowered his eyes, playing with the cups on the table.

"actually."

"I don't just hate her for being dead, but what I hate even more is that I'm being manipulated by you like a doll."

"I, the king, can do nothing, everything about me is at your mercy, and everything about me is at your disposal."

"What's the point of this king?"

Ackerman looked calm, but his words were a little excited.

"What king?"

"Just a puppet sitting on a throne."

"A slave with nothing."

Akmanmon looked at the old snake man: "I want to control my own destiny, and I want every choice to come from my will."

"Instead of being a puppet that is manipulated by you, a statue that moves around."

"I hope to walk in this world without any constraints."

Akmanmon finally released his inner thoughts completely, without hiding anything.

The old snakeman scholar looked at Ackerman, his eyes constantly changing.

"Is that what you think?"

Whether it is the ruler of the Ten Thousand Snakes Court or Suinhor's people, they all just want to restrain Akmanmon, and they all want to control the young King of Ten Thousand Snakes.

Akmanmon didn't believe that Suinhor really had no way to allow him to obtain extraordinary power. He was just a king without the slightest power, a most ordinary mortal, so he was naturally more likely to be controlled by them.

The old snake scholar shook his head and raised the corners of his mouth.

Maybe it was mocking, or maybe it felt that the young man in front of him was whimsical, and felt that the young man was really impatient.

"This is impossible."

"You are not a god."

"Mortals can only be controlled and influenced by others, and no one can escape the shackles of order."

"And you are not an ordinary person, you are the king of snakes."

"No matter where you go, you will be watched by people, and you will never escape the control and control of others."

The old snake man looked at Ackerman: "And as a king, you should keep these words in your heart instead of telling me."

"There are certain things that, once said, make a completely different situation."

Akman looked at the old snake man: "Then why do you think I would say it?"

The old snake scholar was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly felt bad and had a bad premonition.

He immediately got up and grabbed the doorknob on the other side.

But a gust of wind suddenly blew up, binding the old snakeman scholar in mid-air.

This time the old snake man was completely stunned. This situation was completely beyond his expectations. The current Ackermanmon seemed to be no longer the Ackermanmon he used to know.

"impossible!"

"Second level power, how do you have such power."

He wanted to yell, but Akman raised his finger to his mouth and said four words softly.

"Divine Art Silence."

The old snake man could no longer make any sound, he could only look at Akmanmon with a complicated look.

There is confusion, panic, and shock.

He realized that he had really underestimated this kid who had been imprisoned in the palace all this time, a taciturn and incompetent man, a king who had been raised and disabled.

Akmanmon looked at the other party without dodging at all, his eyes were only cold.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"You really regard me as my teacher, am I your student?"

"You are just a **** Suinhor uses to control me."

"It's just... a **** used to turn me into a Suinhor pawn."

Immediately afterwards, a light smoke blew over, and the old snake scholar fell into a coma.

This is the potion recipe of the Akmanmon Society.

Akmanmon seemed to have prepared all of this a long time ago, and wanted to do something to the old snake man from the very beginning.

And the other party seemed to have surprise in their eyes at the end, and they never figured out where Ackerman's power came from.

Ackermann grabbed the opponent, grabbed the opponent's neck and lifted him up.

He suddenly felt that a shackle on him seemed to be opened, and that feeling seemed to be indescribably joyful.

"Hahahahaha!"

Akmanmon, who usually looks like a paralyzed face, suddenly let out a big laugh at this moment.

Not long after, he quickly calmed down again.

"Thurrow is right."

"This city is just a shackle."

"The throne is nothing but a crown for mortals, but chains for the strong."

"Only power is real."

"Power and wealth are just castles in the air, and power is what really belongs to you."

Akmanmon once again agreed with Thurrow's thoughts, but it could be seen that he still didn't want to follow Thurrow into the abyss.

Because it was just falling from one cage into another.

"Let's start here!"

Ackerman dragged the old snake man, opened a secret door at the back, and entered a passage.

A powerful person who once had power but lost it on the extraordinary battlefield is a very good experimental material.

He was going to make the opponent into a ghoul.

And next.

He also wanted to use his status as a literature and history teacher as an important shield in front of him.

Thurrow's plan was too crazy, and he needed to make some preparations.

Recently, in the headquarters of the Ghoul Esoteric Cult, many ghouls have been produced, and the secret technique of making ghouls is also constantly being improved and improved.

Ghouls are also divided into several ranks.

An ordinary ghoul is powerful, but just a monster corrupted by supernatural power.

The first-order ghouls have extraordinary power, and they can usually restrain their own power; apart from the details of the eyes, and the paleness of the skin, there are basically no obvious changes.

And the ghouls who have reached the second level, after the transformation, can begin to avoid the impact of the plague blood curse on the spirit, and can start to stabilize their own wisdom; but the devouring desire derived from the plague blood curse and extraordinary power is still there. Exists in their bodies, often out of control.

As for further upward, there is no successful case.

But I have to say.

This is really a very practical and convenient servant.

What Akmanmon wants to create now is a second-order ghoul.

He needs to keep the other party's sanity, and the other party is still useful to him.

This is a secret room that looks different from ordinary extraordinary laboratories.

Generally, the laboratories of witch spirits are filled with stone slabs, scrolls, or various extraordinary materials; the laboratory of an alchemist is more like a workshop, with various bottles, jars and alchemy props.

And this laboratory looks more like an operating table.

On the operating table, Ackerman inserted an iron needle into the old snake man's head, and then injected something into it.

A powerful force emerged from the opponent's body, and the old snake man lost his power for many years, and returned to his body again, even becoming stronger.

Immediately afterwards, he cooperated with the ritual and surgery to draw out the opponent's mythical blood.

He also created the plague blood curse with his own hands, using his own spirit to control the opponent.

After a complicated experiment, Akman stopped all actions.

"Did you make it?"

"It should work."

He first asked himself, and then he answered himself.

He has gone through many experiments with Thurrow, and he is quite confident.

In addition, a material for making a second-order ghoul is very precious.

Even Ackermanmon and Thuro couldn't make a few sets, so every time they made one, they had to be extra careful to avoid failure as much as possible.

Not long after, the snake man on the operating table kept trembling and growling.

It's just that those strange screams were transmitted, and finally they were all blocked by the power of the ritual array on the wall.

not long.

The snake man struggling painfully on the operating stone platform began to calm down slowly, and then Akemenmen unleashed his restraints, turning over from the stone platform.

His eyes had completely changed, and even his skin had turned the color of limestone.

But as the extraordinary power gradually converged, the abnormal phenomenon on the body gradually disappeared, and the features on the skin and eyes gradually faded away.

at last.

Except that the skin became paler and the body became colder, there was not much difference from usual.

Ackermanmon himself turned the Old Snakeman into a ghoul.

The other party came down from the stone platform, knelt at Akmanmon's feet, and spoke.

"Owner."

It's just that the words have become cold and blunt, without the demeanor of the scholars in the past, the change is still quite big.

Ackerman looked at each other and checked.

"You can pretend to be sick."

"Cough every now and then so nobody notices."

Immediately afterwards, Ackerman sent the other party out in person, as if he had just finished a lecture on literature, and when they came out, the two were still chatting about a certain classic work of art.

The old snake man just walked out of the palace, as if nothing had happened.

Ackerman watched the other party go away.

This is the first step in him truly beginning to take control of his own destiny.

From being controlled by others to controlling the fate of others.

"strength!"

"A tremendous strength."

"Only with power can you control your own destiny."

Ackerman stared at the night: "What is the freedom to truly control your own destiny?"

At this moment, Ackerman suddenly remembered what the old snake man said before.

"This is impossible, you are not a god."

"Mortals can only be controlled and influenced by others, and no one can escape the shackles of order."

These words echoed in Ackerman's ears, and he stood like this under the steps of the palace in the cold wind.

The moon is very bright at night, and you can see the clouds in the sky.

All of a sudden, Ackerman suddenly saw a shadow appearing in the sea of ​​clouds under the night. The shadow seemed to have wings and disappeared through the sea of ​​clouds.

"what is that?"

Ackerman looked over, his eyes following the opponent's figure.

"Winged Demon?"

"It's great to be able to fly in the sky without restraint!"

Ackermann returned to his secret laboratory and tidied up everything inside.

at last.

He looked again at a picture he had drawn.

Recently, he eagerly learned all kinds of knowledge, and also digested all kinds of extraordinary books he had read before.

It's just that at that time he was just reading books, but didn't have the ability to learn and use the extraordinary knowledge above.

After possessing the power, he seemed to have opened a door. All kinds of knowledge were not difficult for him to understand at all, and Thuro was also a very good guide who could answer all kinds of doubts for him.

But only the content of this painting.

He never figured it out.

There must be countless secrets hidden in that form that only gods can possess.

This is the pattern he wrote down from the mysterious woman's clothes. After many confirmations, they can confirm that it is a ritual, a ritual that he does not know what it is used for at present.

"A ceremony?"

"What is this ceremony for?"

Ackermanmon was turned on before, but it didn't work.

This ritual is used by the apostles to transform into the form of gods, and it doesn't have much effect on other people, and it can even be said that it does not have very powerful power.

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recent.

There was a lot of noise outside about the plague.

Everyone in the entire Moon Eclipse City is in danger, and they dare not casually contact others when they go out on weekdays.

At the beginning, it was only spreading in the bustling and complex areas like Berkeley District, where there are many workshops, but now it has begun to spread to other places in Lunar Eclipse City.

Many people in the city got sick, and strange rashes appeared on their bodies first.

Then the skin gradually became as hard as animal skin, and at the same time revealed a grayish color.

After a long time, the patient becomes confused and even starts to go crazy.

at last.

Die in madness.

From the beginning, I thought it was just a small problem, and now some people have begun to die of illness.

Moon Eclipse City also specially vacated a medical fort and invited the team of the famous great doctor Thuruo to treat these patients. In fact, the main purpose was to lock up these patients and burn them after death, so as not to infect others.

It's just that the plague situation has not been contained, but intensified.

However, this kind of thing is only caused by ordinary people. At least so far, we haven't seen any big people suffering from this disease.

It seems that as long as the protection is better, it will be fine.

As for what happened to those civilians, those big shots didn't bother to care about them.

But of course, some people smelled something unusual and began to investigate this matter.

Various extraordinary forces in the city were summoned and began to be questioned and investigated. At the same time, they also began to look for solutions.

It's just that at present, it is limited to mutual accusations and avoidance, and there has been no progress.

The Ten Thousand Snake King's Court still has strong control over various regions, but it has nothing to do with these extraordinary forces alone.

The opponent is not under the direct management of the Ten Thousand Snakes Court at all.

Long is a young man, and he's been busy with these things lately.

Seeing that more and more people are infected with the disease, they are tortured beyond human form under the pain, and their family members are also dragged into the abyss of pain.

He finally felt the sense of responsibility that Keaton had once told him.

Since I was born as a human being, since I saw this scene, since I came to this city.

Always do something.

You can't turn a blind eye like this!

Moreover, Long always felt that there was some unimaginable secret behind this, which might be related to Keaton's death he investigated.

"no!"

"It can't go on like this."

"Give it a try, the person that person called Feather Serpent, maybe he can really solve this problem?"

Long thought of what the mysterious doctor told him before, that tomorrow there will be a man named Feathered Serpent passing through the Road of Giant Serpents to Suinhor.

The Road of the Giant Serpent is not too far from Eclipse City.

He is ready to wait for the other party on this necessary road.

When Long set off, he was still thinking about that name.

"Feathered snake?"

"What kind of strange name is this?"

This name is too strange for the snake people, because it means snake with feathers, who would give himself such a name.

And when he saw the other party, he finally understood the meaning of the name.

Long stood at the entrance of the Serpent's Road, on a high hill.

He was originally looking at the road below, thinking that the mysterious doctor said that the other party would pass by here, so it must be the road below.

But Rang Long did not expect that he waited for a long time, and finally the other party flew over from the sky.

"turn out to be."

"Is the Feathered Serpent really a feathered snake?"

Long stared at the sky dumbfounded.

It was a gigantic winged creature, graceful and beautiful, with a long mane growing from its back.

It's just that if you're not used to it, it's weird to have white wings growing on a big snake.

It's just that after looking at it for a long time, I feel that it is a kind of existence that makes people feel a little sacred.

A power originating from the spiritual source emanates from the opponent's body, affecting everyone's senses.

Ryu sent out a signal with divine magic to attract the opponent's attention.

He also called out the other party's name with magical powers: "Feeter Snake, look this way."

"Look this way."

"I'm here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Stop."

"Someone asked me to wait for you here."

Feathered Serpent finally noticed Long and flew down from the sky.

When I looked at it from the ground, I already knew that the opponent's size must be beyond imagination, but I didn't expect that it would be even more shocking when I actually saw it.

Long looked at the behemoth coiled under the hill, raised his head to stare at him, and suddenly trembled when he spoke.

This guy, not to mention the powerful and extraordinary power surging all over his body, just rolling with this size can crush him.

"Are you a Feathered Serpent?"

Even Long didn't know whether this guy could speak or not.

The other party can't speak, but there is a voice of communication from the depths of consciousness.

The other party asked Long.

"How do you know my name is Feathered Snake, what can you do for me?"

Long and Feathered Snake said: "I came to you following the guidance of a person. He said that you will pass by here today, and that you have the power to cure various diseases, even diseases and injuries that are contaminated with extraordinary power. It can be treated."

"A strange plague has occurred in Eclipse City, so I hope to get your help."

Feathered Serpent did not say that he did have this kind of power, and he was not going to say too much with someone he didn't know at all.

Just cross the Serpent's Way into Suinhall, which is not far from home.

"I have very important things to do, and I am not going to delay here."

"So I'm very sorry."

Looking at this behemoth, Long suddenly realized that all his previous rhetoric was useless.

He can persuade a person to help him, use human empathy, and promise various benefits.

But the guy in front of him is obviously not a person, but a strange species with powerful power.

He didn't know what to do, he could only sigh.

"He told me you were alone."

"I thought you were really alone, so I..."

"well!"

"did not expect…

Long watched the big snake with wings turn around and was about to fly into the sky again.

But when Long said these words, Feathered Snake stopped suddenly.

Feathered Snake suddenly looked at Long, with a different look in his eyes.

"Who are you talking about?"

Feathered Serpent's voice paused for a moment, and then asked again.

"Did he really say... I'm alone?"

Long didn't understand why Feathered Snake suddenly asked this question, and he didn't speak for a long time, or he didn't know how to answer.

he does not know.

To be recognized as a person seems to be Feathered Serpent's greatest wish.

Feathered Snake stopped and said to Long.

"I can help you. My strength does have the ability to treat diseases and injuries, but I'm not sure it will be effective for the situation you mentioned."

Long excitedly said to the big snake with wings, "Thank you so much."

"I don't know who that person is, he's too mysterious."

"But he said many days ago that you would pass by today, and you came here."

"He said that you can cure the plague in Eclipse City, and you can."

Feathered Snake can be regarded as having some experience. He has witnessed the battle between the God of Truth and Knowledge, the Crimson Goddess and the Evil God of Original Sin.

Not long ago, it saw the existence of Elena, the master of demon spirits, and even witnessed the other party become a myth.

It has a sense of awe for such an existence in its heart, and it feels that the existence the other party mentioned may be some god.

"Many days ago, the other party knew that I would pass by here."

"Perhaps you have encountered some god's guidance."

Long was taken aback for a moment.

Only then did he recall the mysterious doctor, who couldn't see the strength of the background in his inspiration no matter what, as if he was staring at the sea.

He obviously feels very powerful, but no matter how he looks at it, he is an ordinary person.

There was also that strange house that seemed to be able to travel through space and disappear, and he suddenly felt as if he had encountered something extraordinary.

"god?"

Long recalled what the teacher had said to him when he had just left the wasteland.

"Have you seen what it looks like when the gods travel?"

"What you saw before was the manifestation of the kingdom of gods."

"When the gods really walk in the world, no one can see and no one knows."

"Maybe a random passerby you meet on the road is a certain god."

"Don't talk about gods~lightnovelpub.net~ and don't use your thoughts to speculate about gods."

Feng Zhonglong from Shangang looked at the huge Feathered Serpent in front of him, the wind was blowing his robe and hair, the young Wu Ling suddenly felt awed towards this world.

In this world, it seems that destiny really exists.

When you mention the gods.

Something you say, something you do, seems to be about the future.

It will be fulfilled on a certain scale of time.

It's just that Long didn't know that someone just said not long ago that gods are nothing more than powerful and eternal beings.

And they don't even know that the gap between gods and gods is sometimes greater than the gap between gods and humans.

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