Lord's House.

The Hunter family's mansion was built like a royal palace, and even faintly surpassed Suinhor's royal palace in some respects.

The lord of the Hunt family looked like a king in every respect.

Maybe he thought so himself.

In the southwest of Suinhor, he is the king.

At this moment, this "king" summoned another "king".

The sun is shining brightly.

Akman walked through the heavily fortified buildings and glanced at the sky.

He was covered under a wide cloak, and this prop cloak concealed all his information and appearance.

Even so, he still felt that he was not used to the blazing sun, he wrapped himself tightly and said.

"Compared to the sun."

"I still prefer the starry sky."

As he walked, he talked to himself.

"I heard that the world of the gods is an endless void, and in the deepest part is the dreamy star sea left by the creator."

"I don't know when I'll see it."

About what the world of the gods is like, Akmanmon still knows from the monsters in the abyss.

Akman stepped onto the steps guarded by the powerful, and was led by the guards through the promenade on the side and outside, and entered a somewhat hidden place.

This is the most heavily guarded place of the Hunter family, and it is full of people most trusted by the old lord.

Ackerman came here alone, which seemed to mean that he was completely under the control of the other party. According to the rules among the nobles, it also meant that he completely surrendered to the other party.

There was even a third-level authority outside to check whether there were any dangerous items on Akmanmon.

But Akmanmeng just raised his head and glanced at him, and the eyes of the third-level powerhouse glowed red, and the whole person fell into a daze.

Ackerman: "Finished the inspection?"

The third-tier authority figure nodded in a daze: "It should be over."

"Buzz~"

Ackerman watched as two burly soldiers pushed open the heavy door.

Inside is a hidden and somewhat gloomy palace, built in the style of the palace of the king of the gods.

"Mr. Manmon."

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

On the bed in the distance, the lord of the red soil land forcefully sat up and looked at Ackermanmon.

It seems that his condition is already very bad. This place is usually opened by the lord of the Hunt family when his life comes to an end, for the final inheritance and arrangement of the family.

In front of the curtain of the bed, two mighty men with long swords stood guard, staring at Akmanmon.

These are two third-tier power users.

In addition, the entire room is also decorated with enchantment and ritual arrays,

It seems that almost all the core strength of the Hunter family is here, and they have used almost everything to meet each other this time, and they are very cautious.

The old lord spoke, and his hoarse voice echoed in the empty space.

"Recently, you have made a lot of moves, and you have surpassed the limit we agreed on before."

"He even created a silver god."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The old lord looked at Ackermanmon sharply and asked a series of questions.

"Thuro, the king of ghouls!"

"The madman who tried to devour the gods with a mortal body, isn't he dead yet?"

"The God of Silver and White is him?"

The old lord guessed something, expressed all his doubts, and then stared at the movement of Akmanmon, as if he wanted to see something wrong.

Ackerman told the old lord.

"no."

"Thurrow is dead, and died in the scheme of the evil **** of original sin."

The old lord showed a regretful expression: "He is a powerful guy, I thought I would be lucky enough to see him."

But in fact, he was deeply relieved.

If a guy like Thuro didn't die, he would also feel scared. No one is not afraid of such an unscrupulous lunatic.

The old lord: "Then what do you want to do?"

Akmanmon didn't answer, but asked instead: "What do you think?"

The old lord smiled: "You should be a student of Thuro, the king of ghouls?"

"You are preaching everywhere because you want to revive Thuro."

"Thurrow died, but he didn't completely die."

"Because he left behind a method of immortality before he died, didn't he?"

The old lord seemed to have some incredible information, showing a confident and affirmative expression.

Ackerman Mengjiu Jiali didn't say a word, and seemed to be hit by the old lord's words.

In other words, they were guessing how the old lord knew.

The old lord smiled, and Ackerman's appearance made him feel that everything was under control.

"I can allow what you do, and even help you cover it up, so that you won't be discovered by the temple and the goddess."

"but."

"I want what you have, the method of immortality and immortality."

Akman raised his head: "Do believers of the Scarlet Goddess also want to betray the gods?"

"The patriarch of the Tinte family also wants the dark secret technique of the ghoul?"

Here, the old lord who is in control of the situation no longer has to hide it: "The gods are too stingy, we have to get some things ourselves."

Before Akmanmon could answer, the old lord said loudly: "However, what I want is real immortality, not the way you fool people."

Ackermann: "Yes."

"I can give you the method, but everything you promise must be fulfilled."

The old lord: "Of course, but you have to prove that your method can indeed be used."

Ackermann: "I need a document."

The old lord clapped his hands. Before Ackerman could say what the material was, a dying person was sent to him. This was the "material".

The old lord said: "Please!"

Everything seemed to be under his control.

Ackerman looked at the snake man covered in pustules in front of him, and could feel his pain.

But even after becoming like this, he still looked at Akmanmon with unwilling eyes.

"help me!"

"Help me~"

But Akmanmon stretched out his hand and strangled him mercilessly by the throat.

The snake man arched his body in an instant, his eyes protruded, and he stared at Akmanmeng.

"No…"

"I don't want to die, I can't..."

"I...live..."

"Well…"

At first he was able to utter a few syllables, but then all that remained was a horrified breathless breath.

Akmanmon seemed to be deliberately slowing down this process, making him feel death thoroughly.

Little by little, he felt the approach of death.

But the more this happened, the greater the fear of death in his eyes, and the stronger the desire for life.

The guard said at this time: "Obviously I asked you to save him, what are you doing?"

However, the old lord stopped him and said the sentence that the believers of the Silver God said the most recently.

"Death is not an end, but a new beginning."

The old lord looked at Ackerman with a smile on his face.

"right!"

"This is the teaching of the Church of the Silver God."

Ackerman responded without looking up: "It seems that you know a lot."

At this time, the "material" finally died completely.

Next, the silver worm imprint on Ackermann's hand squirmed, and the power in his body gushed out.

He saw a ritual array spreading under him.

A strange change suddenly appeared on the snake man who had died completely.

The dream of his life has drifted away, and he went to the fantasy star sea of ​​the God of Creation Kingdom.

However, the strong unwillingness and the pursuit of living condensed into an illusory bug under the influence of the ceremony.

The worm was originally illusory, but after getting into the snake man's body, the flesh and blood that devoured his body gradually became real.

corpse bug.

It can be seen that the surface of the snake man's skin is arched with streaks, and it seems that something is constantly rushing upwards.

at last.

drilled into his brain.

At this time, the snake man who had just died shook violently.

Ackerman looked at the old lord again: "We still need materials."

At this time, the old lord's body had already left the bed, and he couldn't help but lean forward, wanting to see the scene below clearly.

From the time the dead snakeman started to tremble and started to move again, he couldn't keep calm anymore. His eyes showed shock and deep desire.

Compared with the dead snake man below, his desire to live is stronger than the other party.

"give him.

"Give it all to him."

After hearing what Akmanmon said, he immediately roared loudly, his voice full of impatience.

Two armored soldiers came in from the door, **** a skinny slave and threw him down.

Although the slave didn't know what was going to happen, he instinctively groaned in fear and kept struggling.

"Roar!"

At this time, the snake man who had just died suddenly stood up and let out a crazy roar.

His eyes were red, his throat made a strange sound, and he looked around instinctively looking for something.

Like a hungry beast.

Akmanmon said to the soldiers: "Kill the sacrifice, and let the smell of flesh and death flow out."

The soldier glanced at it, and immediately obeyed Akmanmon's order to kill the slave.

The blood flowed out, and the crazy snake man immediately looked at the corpse on the ground, and suddenly broke free with great force and rushed over.

What happened next was horrific.

The snake man who had just "resurrected" ate a corpse alive.

The sound of cannibal chewing echoed in the wide space.

But it can also be seen that the snake man's figure is undergoing tremendous changes.

As he devoured, the rotten sores on his body healed little by little.

His originally skinny body became stronger little by little.

This is the power of corpse-eating insects, and it is also the unwillingness of countless people to die and their desire to live.

This is a birth from death.

A real ghoul.

A real ghoul as a race.

They were born from the magic props, the power radiation of silver worms, condensed the living's strong desire for death, fear and life, and turned into corpse-eating insects, and finally corpse-eating insects took over their original bodies and turned into ghouls.

As long as the magical props and silver worms are still there, as long as death is still there, they will always exist and continue. This brand new ghoul just born is also being devoured, recovering from madness and hunger little by little.

Finally, he got up in a daze, turned around on the stone-paved ground, came back to his senses in a trance, and looked at his body.

"I live"

"I'm ready."

He showed a confused expression, and said with blood on the corner of his mouth.

But everyone could hear clearly.

Everyone else present showed expressions of shock, ecstasy, and fear.

And Ackermann lowered his head, as if he didn't pay much attention to his work.

They didn't even see it.

At this time, Ackerman's lips moved slightly with his head down, and the words that came out of his lips happened to be those two sentences.

"I live.

"I'm ready."

In the eyes of everyone, there is only the person who came back from the dead.

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The old lord was supported by a young girl and walked forward for a while.

He leaned over and watched for a long time, and seemed to have finally determined something.

After breathing in his dry throat for a long time, he spit out a word.

"good!"

"It's really alive, it's really alive."

"It turns out that people can really come back from the dead."

"Thurrow, the king of ghouls, who dares to devour gods, is indeed not an ordinary person."

Up to now, he thought that everything was left by the former king of ghouls, the chief of the ghoul secret sect, to do all of this.

He couldn't believe that it was the guy in front of him who did the unimaginable thing of "resurrecting from the dead".

It's even more unimaginable that all that Ackermann did was not to revive Thuro.

But to become a god.

What's more, he didn't know that everything he saw in front of him was problematic. It was impossible for a ghoul born in this way to remember the past, and it was a completely new individual.

Everything was under control before, and the old lord who seemed to know everything was completely unaware of this matter.

The information he got seemed to be correct, but not quite.

All he knew was that everything he knew had come true.

Ackermanmon did have the method Thurro left behind.

Ackermanmon has a powerful item on him.

Akmanmon can bring people back from the dead.

Step by step, every step is verified.

This has made him believe in all this.

Ackerman stood there and said to the old lord.

"I've already done it, so it's up to you to fulfill your promise."

The old lord only had eyes on the man who had come back from the dead, and he didn't even look at Ackerman.

"Very good."

"It turned out to be true."

"I don't have to die, I can live on."

It wasn't until this time that he seemed to respond to Ackerman and said something.

"What you said is indeed true."

But after these words were spoken, a figure gradually walked out of the dark corner.

It was a pale figure with reddish pupils.

Dressed in decent clothes, he responded with standard aristocratic etiquette while saying.

"certainly."

"Everything I say is true.

It was the old ghoul who had been by Ackermanmon's side all the time. It seemed that he had already taken refuge in the Hunter family and the Red Territory.

This doesn't seem to be surprising.

Compared with the cult of the Corpse Eating Secret Cult, the Hunt family, which controls the entire Red Territory, has a better future.

At least that's what it looks like on the surface.

The old lord laughed, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, and there was endless greed and complacency in his eyes.

He has not yet become a ghoul, but now he looks no different from a real ghoul.

He didn't even have any extra nonsense, he didn't even look at Akmanmon, and gave the order directly.

"Take him down."

"I want the prop on his body, and the method in his head."

Where is the ambitious old lord willing to cooperate with Akmanmon? All he did before was to make sure that what the "traitor" said was true, and to make sure that Akmanmon really had something he wanted. At this moment, the conflict broke out completely.

Several layers of barriers and ritual arrays were suddenly activated, controlling the place like a cage.

into layers of light.

Now, the inside and outside are completely isolated.

No matter what happens inside, it cannot be felt outside.

One after another, powerful people poured in, surrounded Ackerman, and it seemed that he was in a desperate situation.

But Akemanmon looked left and right, and raised his head to look at the lord of the red soil.

"Whose cage is this?"

The powerful people moved, trying to restrain and seal Akmanmon.

As long as Akmanmon is caught, the props and secret techniques on him will naturally belong to the old lord.

The ritual array below him exploded, suppressing Akmanmon's power.

One after another magical spells slammed into Akmanmon from around, and all kinds of magical props entangled.

With activated rope.

There are third-order props to seal the scroll.

There are nails in his power.

Everyone has a clear division of labor and is interlocking. From the very beginning, this was a trap set for Ackerman.

"catch him."

"We can't let him die."

"This guy is a powerful person, so be careful."

But when a voice came, it overwhelmed all other voices.

"Silver and white field."

The silver-white light spread, and a spiritual force field directly covered everything, suppressing the innermost two layers of the ritual array.

Then spread out.

All the props were directly thrown out, and everyone froze immediately.

"What's going on?" Seeing the props under his control flying back, everyone still didn't understand why.

"Psychic force field." The only third-order power user immediately exclaimed.

"Fourth-level power, the apostle of God." Another third-level power person also shouted in horror, turned around and wanted to escape, and at the same time wanted to summon his own cursed puppet, but the silver mental force field had covered him, and he The summoned curse seal was suppressed instantly.

Countless bugs drilled out of Akmanmon's body, filling the field.

Immediately afterwards.

into someone else's body.

Everyone shouted in horror, but they were instantly overwhelmed by transparent bugs.

This secret room in the bedroom with its gloomy tone has completely turned into a sea of ​​bugs at this moment.

And Ackerman's figure floated up a little bit.

Coming from the sea of ​​insects, they headed towards where the old lord was.

The old lord finally saw Ackermanmon's figure clearly, the outline under the cloak that concealed information and figure. He has already got rid of the appearance of the snake man and the figure of a mortal.

God's form.

At this time, he couldn't believe it: "Apostle?"

After he finished speaking, he pushed down the girl who was supporting him in horror, and the girl was so frightened that she couldn't even run.

The old lord ran towards the side passage.

But at this time, the old ghoul who had taken refuge in him came out, blocked his way, and saluted respectfully again.

"My lord."

"Where do you want to go?"

The old lord pointed at him: "You...you..."

He seemed to understand something.

Ackerman took off the hood on his head at this time, revealing his youthful appearance.

"Thank you for allowing me to enter here, and thank you for creating such a hidden environment for me, so that I can take everything from you."

"It was perfect, exactly what I wanted."

The old lord looked at him: "You arranged him?"

Akmanmon: "Ghouls can betray the head of the Ghoul Cult, but ghouls will never betray their master."

"Thurrow only has the sky and the end in his eyes, and I like to hold my things in my own hands.

"But you will never understand the truth. You think your power and wealth can buy everyone, don't you?"

"But power and wealth are not worth mentioning in front of real power."

"Master of the Red Territory."

"This is the world of the gods. The power that belongs to you, the power of power, is the real power."

The old lord completely understood everything, he roared angrily and unwillingly.

"what do you want to do?"

"You want to become the king of Suinhor and ascend to the supreme throne?"

Ackermann froze for a moment.

It seemed that this person was laughing at himself and underestimating himself.

"throne?"

"I just walked down from above."

"What king, the person sitting on it is just a prisoner."

"I don't need that kind of thing."

The old lord looked at Ackerman, and suddenly asked with a trill.

"who are you?"

The old lord had just finished speaking when he remembered the other party's name.

"Mamon?"

He had never thought about the specialness of this name before, but at this moment, Akmanmon himself admitted that he was once a king.

It seemed to be clear at once.

The old lord screamed out the opponent's name in a voice that was almost broken.

"Ackermanmon."

"The last king of snakes?"

The old lord didn't understand: "A guy like you, a person like you."

"Why did you choose to be a ghoul?"

Ackerman kept approaching: "I didn't choose to be a ghoul, but I and Thuro created a ghoul together."

Akmanmon finally walked up to the old lord and held his head down.

Looking at him with cold eyes, his voice revealed contempt that was different from his expression.

"What is a king?"

"Nor is the highest throne a throne."

"It's... the seat of God."

The silver bug completely engulfed everything, killing everyone in an instant.

And then among these corpses, brand new individuals were born one after another.

True ghoul.

Ackerman sat in the position of the old lord, and said, "Old man, you did a good job this time."

The old ghoul's humble response: "Everything is for His Majesty's plan."

Akmanmon: "I am no longer your majesty."

Old Ghoul: "If you are not Your Majesty on the throne, then become Your Majesty on the throne of God."

I don't know how long it has passed.

The door reopened.

The original guards were still outside the door, and they didn't seem to notice what was going on inside.

The old lord came out with a group of men, and the first order he gave after coming out was.

"I'm getting old and want to build a mausoleum for myself."

"As for how to build it, you follow Mr. Manmon's suggestion."

Ackerman stood up, as if obeying the words of the old lord.

subsequently.

The red soil collar summoned a large number of hard labor and craftsmen.

But after they were summoned, they disappeared from the sight of others.

They crossed the jungle and were brought to a hidden and barren wasteland, where they built an incomparably magnificent mausoleum.

A pyramid-style tomb.

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A large number of craftsmen and powerful people gathered in this wasteland, and with them, materials and supplies were constantly being sent here.

"Why did the lord build such a large tomb?"

"How do you know what adults think?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"You don't know? The lord is about to die. This is the tomb built for him. Of course it is urgent."

Ordinary snake-human powers create huge stones one after another, and build them into a huge pyramid structure.

Some elite and powerful people are responsible for arranging the ritual array above according to some drawings issued by Mr. Man Meng who presided over the construction.

Ordinary craftsmen, on the other hand, do the most tiring and hardest work according to the arrangement, and obey the arrangements of the powerful and supervisors.

The lord is very anxious, and the construction of this pyramid is almost rushed day and night.

The pyramid has just built a prototype, and Akmanmon has already entered it.

In the core stone chamber of the pyramid.

Dense patterns covered the dome, floor, and walls.

Ackerman summoned the magic item, the silver worm, and placed the silver worm on it.

Open your mouth and say.

"Death is not the end!"

"It's a new beginning."

"The race born from death should look for those unwilling resentments."

A word falls.

The power of the pyramids and rituals radiates the magic props, the power of the silver worm, to the surroundings.

The huge pyramid is like a signal tower, radiating the power of the silver worm into the distance.

future.

With the continuous improvement of the pyramid, it will gradually expand its coverage to the entire red soil territory.

After all, the silver worm is not a mythical prop, and it is impossible for it to respond and communicate through the power of the dream world, which is currently the limit.

But for Ackermann, that's enough.

Akmanmon imitated Kurmis and built this pyramid in order to implement his second plan.

Let the ghouls really become a race, a huge group.

As the pyramids began to be built, one strange thing after another began to appear in the red land.

The influence is not huge, but it is very strange.

After the death of the powerful, they are generally not buried in ordinary cemeteries. Temples have their own cemeteries, and the families of powerful people also have their own family cemeteries, which are usually guarded by special personnel.

Only when some special circumstances occur, some powerful persons who are alone will leave their bodies outside. But recently, some strange things have appeared in the cemetery of the temple and the cemetery of some powerful people.

Someone heard movement in the sarcophagus of the deceased.

"There was movement in the tomb?"

"There are dead people inside, how could there be any movement."

"How can this be?"

But when I looked again later, I found that the movement was gone.

Except for the person concerned, no one else believed it at all.

"I must have heard wrong."

"People are dead, can they still be alive?"

On the way, it is said that someone came across a decomposing corpse walking.

Those foul-smelling corpses seemed to have just crawled out of the grave and were running towards a certain direction.

But the person who told the rumor quickly disappeared.

In the eyes of ordinary people, some unusual things have also been observed.

Next to the business road.

An ordinary beast died, emitting a foul smell.

When passers-by went to have a look, they found that the corpse was densely covered with weird bugs.

"What's this?"

"Bugs, lots of bugs.

"What kind of insect is this?"

However, when you touch these bugs with something, they melt instantly, disappearing like water.

"Where are the bugs?"

"Disappeared?"

The people in the caravan looked at each other.

This situation is not unique, but more and more.

It not only appeared on the corpses of wild beasts, but also on the corpses of snake people.

This happens to dead snake people if they are not buried in time.

I don't know where this bug came from, and I don't know why it disappeared.

They devour the flesh and blood of corpses, which makes people feel horrible and disgusting.

It's just that apart from being weird and disgusting, UU reads www.uukanshu. com This is not a big deal, after all, it does not endanger human life.

It also started from this day.

Corpses, death, squirming worms.

began to be tightly connected together.

People don't know where it came from, only that it represents death.

That's a curse and a reincarnation.

Countless years later.

Although he changed his face, lost his extraordinary characteristics and power, and changed his name.

They also still exist.

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