Do n’t you want to watch my reform succeed, and then lead the country to dominate the Imir plain and become the strongest country? Muria asked Fernand the seductive tone in a seductive tone.

"You don't understand the pain I endured." Fernand closed his eyes as he watched Muria's tempting face.

As an ambitious and ambitious king, he certainly wanted to see his country become the overlord, but his body did not allow it.

"So if I can eliminate the pain you need to endure, would you be willing to live?" Muria asked.

"What do you want to do?" Fernand asked in a weary tone, his vitality quickly passed with the withdrawal of the king's certificate, and now he, like a candle in the wind, could not live long .

"I don't know if my three teachers have told you that I have gained a brand-new power, a power that can control death." Muria's black mist filled with the breath of death was permeated and overcast. The cold breath spread through the palace, dissipating the scorching heat brought by the king's testimony.

"Have heard of it." Fernand watched Muria in front of him turn into a volatile, black gas, and a pair of scarlet pupils appeared in the black gas.

"I can let you continue to exist in this world as a dead person." A mass of black gas was separated by Muria, condensed in front of him, and then turned into a tall corpse servant with a pale face.

Immediately after appearing, the scarlet corpse servant knelt down on one knee to Muria, showing a very respectful and docile gesture.

"If this is the way to keep me alive, then I refuse, I have no interest in bowing down to my son." Just glancing at the corpse released by Muria, Fernand flatly refused.

He has the pride of being a king. He is greedy for life, but he is not afraid of death. Even if he is dead, he does not want to be a slave to others, let alone that person is his son.

"You think too much about it. After I transformed you into this posture, there was no other weakness except that I felt a sense of being suppressed."

"..."

"Would you like to try it?" Muria, already a ghost, asked tentatively.

"..." Fernand was still silent, but Muria knew he was definitely in the mood.

"If it doesn't work, you'll fall into eternal death. No matter what, you are my father, and I will always respect your choice."

The dark death was sitting on the throne, the old man with a slender body and a thin body swept away, and soon wrapped it, because there was no trace of vitality on his body, so when the black mist eroded his body His body didn't show any particularly noticeable changes, but his eyes gradually turned red, and in the process, his last vitality was completely wiped out.

After Fernand was wrapped in the black mist for less than a breath, his last vitality was completely annihilated, and he was directly turned into a ghoul, and the whole process was faster than ordinary people.

"This feeling is not bad." Fernand, who turned into a corpse, stood up from the throne and stretched his body. At this moment, he could no longer feel any pain from the body.

"Wait, it's not over."

"What else?" Fernand, who had completed a huge transformation from life to death, asked hoarsely, smelling something unknown.

"I want to give you strength." Muria drifted slowly towards Fernand, and then a more turbulent black mist separated from him, rushing to Fernand's corpse.

Soon, Fernand's thin and short body was constantly infused with black gas, and it slowly swelled up like a blown ball, and his body began to grow huge.

In the process of Muria's continuous injection of dead air, Fernand also gradually emitted a burning breath. It seemed that the power remaining in his body was reactivated, but this breath was a kind of band. The scorching heat of death is completely different from before.

Fernand, who has been transformed into a ghoul, has completely lost his human form, because he is now in the form of a horror with double frontal horns and dorsal wings. It is just a version of the ghoul with dark skin and entangled death.

"You give me all the power, is that okay?" Fernand, who had swelled to a height of twenty meters, almost reached the ceiling, looked at the ghost in front of him, who was slumped to an almost unreal ghost. Road.

Fernand knows his son has a much bigger future than him, so if his existence was at the expense of Arnold, he would rather die.

"No problem, I just gave you the power of this form, and it has little effect on me. The power of ghost form is not as good as that of Yanmo form. Except for its special strength, it is like a chicken rib to me, not useful. It ’s better to spread the power to you and make the most of it. "

With an unknown and dead ghost circling in the hall, a cold chill radiated from the bones, a pair of scarlet pupils staring at Fernand, extremely indifferent, without the slightest humanity.

"By the way, I'll give you these as well, and you will be in charge." The black gas scattered from Muria's body and landed on the ground of the hall, turning into a tall and majestic body, full of greed for living flesh and blood. Corpse servant.

"Is this what you planned long ago?" Looking at the corpse servant, as if it were the hall of the ghost realm, Fernand looked at Muria and asked, because he felt like he was being counted.

"Well, I had this intention when I came back to feel your vitality." Muria admitted unabashedly.

"You don't even let a dying person let me go, but you have to take advantage of it. It's really ruthless." Fernand looked at Muria, grinning at the corners of his mouth, and looked very shy.

"Use? Don't you want to continue living?" Seeing Fernand laugh, Muria in ghost form also changed into a curved mouth, looking even more stingy.

At this time, if an ordinary person enters this hall, I am afraid that he will be scared to death by the scene in front of him.

"Do you care if I live in this form?" Fernand pointed to his body, and he has now lost most of his senses.

"At least it's better than falling into eternal silence."

"Okay, these ghost servants are not suitable for appearing in the sun. If you let me command them, you will let me be your shadow and help you solve some things that you are not convenient to shoot."

"I never said that."

"Heart is really dark and his skin is thick enough, but this is suitable for being a king. A king with a soft heart can only let the country fall into the abyss."

Fernand looked at Muria with an admiration, "From today on, I am your shadow, the knife in your hand, and I will cooperate with you to complete the reform and clear all obstacles to it."

"You are my father."

"Come less." Fernand looked disdainfully. In blood, they were father and son, but when it comes to family relationships, they are not much better than strangers. Family relationships take time to develop.

"Merge the evidence of the king first."

"Got it."

Muria's dark gas turned into a ghost shape and began to collapse toward the center, and soon turned back into a young and beautiful boy.

The flames rose from Muria's body, and he turned into a Yan demons, a breath that made Fernand feel palpitated and depressed at this time.

He silently watched his son incarnate as a diabolical Yan Mo, and threw the ghostly words of Muria's five awakenings behind him.

Muria was suspended in the air, reaching out like a beast like a giant claw, holding in his hands the nucleus of light and heat that shone with black and red light.

He can perceive the power contained in this crystal nucleus, which is probably equivalent to the scorching peak of the soul, which is a tonic for him who has now crossed the boundaries of legendary power.

When Fernand watched Muria easily swallow all the evidence of the king and his body swelled slightly, he couldn't help but say, "That's it?"

"Otherwise?" In a short time, Muria, who had swallowed up the crystals of the power that had been passed down from Guy's country, looked up at Fernand.

"Nothing!" Fernand bowed his head, a little autistic. He remembered how painful he was when he first merged the evidence of the King. The feeling that he would be exploded at any time was still fresh in his memory.

And after he merged to a certain degree, he had to seal the remaining power and inlaid it on his chest, because if he continued to swallow it, he would really be burst.

And his son swallowed up all the power of the whole king's card at this moment. Such a comparison would hurt his soul too much.

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Succession of the new king ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The old king retired, and the state of the highest right of the Gay State completed the transfer when many people had not yet responded. The speed was so high that many civilians and nobles did not respond. come.

But this kind of thing does not change with their will as the center. They have no choice but to accept.

After the new king came to power, Pharaoh Fairmond disappeared completely, and no one was surprised at this, because this is the tradition of the Gay Kingdom.

The emergence of the new king represents the demise of the old king. Every King of King does not want his subordinates to see their weak embarrassment. Even if they die, they must die with dignity.

But now, with the exception of Muria, no one knows that the old king of this generation did not die with the new king, but turned into another form, watching the country of Gay.

When all the nobles of the Kingdom of Gay were ready to adapt to this new king, they suddenly found that the new king actually began to change laws, change the country's system, laws, and wield a butcher knife named kingship against them, so, The nobles whose interests were touched began to resist ...