Chapter 719: A God and Another God

Mrs. Yobol looked fierce, slammed the table and shouted:

"What is she doing? As a demigod of our Bracada, she is actually hanging out with Diya!"

At this point, Yobol suddenly glared at Sean and Rona.

"Is your lamp god so loyal to the master? A bunch of ungrateful wolves."

Sean looked at Yobol with a very speechless look:

"Supervisor, why don't you suggest to the master to expel our lamp god? I will raise my hands, head, and even the lamp to vote for you."

Rona also laughed:

"Add me another lamp."

"You! You! Humph!"

Yobol's chest trembled twice, but he couldn't say anything harsh after all.

She turned her head and said:

"Send a message to the Thunder Temple immediately and ask Somla... Never mind, Somla is also a lamp god, ask His Majesty Sedros to return to the front line.

We must consider the possibility of the Dragon Slayer's rebellion."

"Yes!"

Just as the messenger released the communication magic, the Dragon Slayer in the atmospheric screen suddenly turned his head and looked at the sky.

Her eyes wrapped in bandages seemed to penetrate the sky and the screen and see the room.

The Dragon Slayer snapped his fingers lightly, and the bandages in the sky rose from the atmospheric screen, covering the entire screen in a blink of an eye.

The messenger trembled in his heart and hurriedly reported:

"Monitor, the communication magic has failed."

Yobol's chest rose and fell, and dots of lightning quickly circled in her hands.

She said in a deep voice to the screen of bandages: "Dragon Slayer, do you know that treason is a capital crime? In the name of the highest commander of the lighthouse defense zone, I order you to lift the blockade immediately."

"Then do you know that lying about military intelligence is also a capital crime?

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that you are a Titan and no crime applies to you.

Tsk tsk, you are worthy of being a Titan, and you are indeed impartial."

A large number of bandages actually rushed out from the screen that sees through the atmosphere, wrapped up the void, and turned into the appearance of the dragon slayer again.

This seemingly simple scene is not simple at all.

Seeing through the atmosphere is just a level 1 air magic, but the dragon slayer uses the see-through atmosphere as a coordinate to release the level 7 magic dimensional door without causing a magic riot.

The degree of explosion is equivalent to stuffing a whale into the ass of a pufferfish without letting the pufferfish explode.

This naked show of skill, Yobol claimed that he could not do it.

But she was not the kind of person who would succumb to the other party's strength, so she glared at the dragon slayer fiercely, sat down angrily, and asked loudly:

"Do you think I will be afraid of you because you are strong, experienced, and have made great contributions? Let me tell you, it's impossible!

You must give us Titans an explanation today, otherwise, don't think I will let you go!"

"Puff~"

Sean couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Yobol immediately glared at him fiercely:

"What are you laughing at? What's your business!"

Sean's face was serious: "Sorry, I remembered something happy."

"What's the matter?"

"My wife Rona is pregnant."

"Puff~~" This time even Rona couldn't hold back.

Yobol glared at Rona again: "What are you doing? Is your husband Sean pregnant too?"

"No, I'm laughing because I'm not pregnant with Sean's."

"Hahaha! Honey, I was just joking."

"Oh, but I'm serious. I thought you knew."

"Huh?!"

"Hahaha, I was kidding you. How can you be as stupid as the inspector?"

Sean and Rona looked at each other and laughed at the same time. The air was full of joy.

"You! You guys!"

Yobol was almost amused and laughed out loud, but she had to maintain her dignity. Her eyebrows trembled and her chest trembled. For a moment, she didn't know whether to laugh or continue to be angry.

She glared at the two lamp gods fiercely and said angrily: "Just wait, I will settle accounts with you sooner or later."

Yobol looked at the dragon slayer, took a deep breath, and asked solemnly:

"Dragon slayer, I repeat again, I need an explanation.

Why did you run to the enemy when the undead were obviously coming with bad intentions?"

"Nothing. I just found an old friend and went over to chat."

The dragon slayer shook his fingers indifferently and said frivolously:

"I helped you find out the purpose of the undead army."

Yobol immediately became nervous: "What is their purpose?"

"You'd better not ask.

I can only tell you that they are not here to cause trouble for us, we just happened to be here.

As long as we don't take the initiative to attack, they will bypass us without any threat."

"Bypass? Where are they going?"

The dragon slayer shrugged.

"Who knows? They just want to find something in Bracada. Maybe they'll find it soon after they get in if they're lucky. Maybe they won't find it even after rushing all the way to Thunder City. They'll have to search in Thunder City again."

"Impossible!" Yobol denied it flatly: "I'm the lord and supreme commander of Lighthouse City now. I will never allow Diya's undead to enter the territory of His Majesty the God King at will."

"It's up to you, just don't drag me into it." The dragon slayer waved his hand and said:

"Let's make it clear in advance that I'm a demigod who helps suppress the chaos outbreak. The undead are creatures of order and are not within my jurisdiction."

Yopol was not angry this time. She just stared at the dragon slayer with extremely cold eyes and asked word for word: "Your Majesty, do you want to escape before the battle? Have you thought about it?"

The dragon slayer shook his head contemptuously:

"It's not me that should be thinking about it, it's you.

Jobol, in the name of the Brakada demigod and your friend, I ask you seriously, do you really want to stop them?

As I just said, I'm going to see an old friend.

If your brain hasn't turned to mush, you must remember my age.

I am one of the earliest creatures in the Yasha world, the only remaining ancient djinn in the entire Yasha world, and I am even older than His Majesty the God King.

So do you want to guess how old my old friend is? "

"No matter who your old friends are, I will not allow them to offend His Majesty the God King's territory. I swear on my life!"

Yobol ignored the Dragon Slayer's warning and retorted firmly.

"Amazing courage." The dragon slayer clapped his hands in appreciation: "Then I'll wait and see."

After hearing the dragon slayer's words, Lorna whispered

At this moment, the mage who had been staring at the see-through atmospheric screen nervously shouted:

"Inspection, the undead troops separated in front of the iron wall!"

"What's going on?" Yopol frowned and walked to the screen and looked at it.

The mighty undead spell had been neatly divided into two halves at this time. They were arranged in order according to their strength and knelt down on the ground neatly.

Countless skeleton soldiers lay directly on the ground, forming a long carpet of bones.

A thick layer of black clouds slowly but surely moved toward the iron wall from the sea along the road set aside by the undead troops. Under the black clouds, a dragon-headed skeleton who looked extremely old was slowly advancing.

The dragon-headed skeleton man's whole body was a simple brown color, and his face and exposed bones on his body were covered with dense cracks and various pits, as if they would break at any time.

At first glance, this dragon-headed skeleton looks like rotten bones that have been buried in the loess for many years.

Upon closer inspection, it looks more like it.

However, the dragon-headed skeleton has such an aura that is unparalleled in the world.

Behind the dragon-headed skeleton, there are vampires wearing night dresses and crowns, zombies holding unknown giant hammers, corpse witches holding books, and death knights wearing armor...

Those mythical soldiers who are proud of the world are like servants, not daring to take a step beyond the dragon-headed skeleton.

Finally, the dragon-headed skeleton completed this journey, and the pressure on him reached its peak!

The dragon-headed skeleton waved gently, and a huge skeleton instantly rose from the ground.

The bones continued to extend in the air at an extremely exaggerated speed, and in an instant, a super-giant bone arch bridge was formed across the entire defense area of ​​Lighthouse City.

Lighthouse City is vast and sparsely populated. Lighthouse City itself and its city defense areas at all levels include two mountain ranges and three rivers.

But that vast bone bridge spans them all!

Yopol's pupils shrank when he saw it.

"What a divine power! This is impossible for a demigod to do.

Could it be said that he is the same god as the Lord? "

"Being able to ask this question means that you actually already have the answer in your heart."

The dragon slayer smiled slightly and said to Yobol,

"You guessed it right. He is the most powerful being in the entire Diya, the Lord of the Dragon Lich, Death Dogothos.

Unlike most gods who relied on the power of Asa's Tears to become gods on earth, Dogothos had already made enough contributions to become a god before he obtained Asa's Tears.

It's just that he is not satisfied with the divine status he can obtain after becoming a god.

So he in turn injected the power given to him by the goddess into Diya's Tears of Yasha, making the cemetery force become one of the top forces among the nine major forces in a very short period of time.

It is precisely because his own strength has reached the level of a god, even without the help of the power of the Kingdom of God and the Tears of Yasha, he is still the most powerful person in the world.

The strong always have privileges. Neither you nor I have the ability or qualifications to stop him with force.

Only His Majesty the God King has the right to decide what attitude to use towards Him. "

After listening to the dragon slayer's words, Yobol murmured in some astonishment:

"Since His Majesty is here, why do they have to go around us?

If he wants to, he can move our city and all our troops to the ground at any time..."

"That's exactly why I said don't stand in the way."

Dragon Slayer explained:

"I said, He has no intention of going to war with us.

The reason why he brings such undead troops is just his habitual display of troops, which is the same as the thunderbird raising its butt and the unicorn shaking its head.

The undead have no muscles to show off, so they just show off their bones.

The [Earthly Gods] of the nine major forces have a common rule among themselves. They cannot set foot on territory that does not belong to them.

And since He was walking in the air with his troops, it certainly didn't violate the rules. "

Yobol raised his hand, holding it high in the air.

As long as she waved her hand down hard, countless magic that had been aimed in the air would hit this group of seemingly defenseless undead.

But her hands froze when she raised them, and she still didn't give the order to fire.

The reason is simple. After the gods have appeared, the next game has nothing to do with them.

A god can only be solved by another god.

"Hiss~~"

Yobor let out a long sigh of relief and said to the messenger beside him:

"Now, immediately, report everything that happened here to the Thunder Temple.

Then let the Thunder Temple issue the highest level of warning, mobilize all defense systems, and notify Lord Gavin."

"Yes!"

...

...

The emergency meeting of the Grand Council was quickly held.

The news about the entry of the undead quickly spread in the Grand Council.

At this time, no one would say stupid words like "It's absurd, how can these dirty undead enter Bracada?"

When the existence of Duogosos was confirmed, all the council members became quite self-aware.

He is a god walking on earth. In fairy tales, he is a land immortal-level existence. If the immortals don't come out, he will be the top of the world.

Before El Zeus expressed his position, all the council members did not dare to take any action against the undead army, and could only let the undead army go deeper.

"Quiet!"

Aescher knocked on the table hard, and the people who were talking about it suddenly focused their attention.

He frowned and asked:

"According to the intelligence we have obtained.

The Lord of the Dragon Lich will appear in our Bracada this time because someone in our Bracada is stealing the supreme authority of the Undead Rules.

According to the Thunder Temple, the current priority is to find the culprit who caused all the problems.

Stealing the authority of the undead is definitely not a trivial matter. If successful, the person who manipulates all this will surely get a huge reward.

But I can tell you with certainty that neither our Great Council nor the Thunder Temple has received any information in advance.

We in Bracada have no reason to bear risks that we should not bear for the greed of one or some ambitious people.

This kind of behavior of [I take the benefits for myself, and the country bears the risks] must be resolutely curbed!"

Aescher looked around, and no one stood up to admit that he had anything to do with the authority of the Undead Rules.

He could only shout loudly:

"Everyone present, who has clues about the person who stole the power?

You don't need to do it yourself, just provide clues.

Those who can provide reliable clues will get contributions from both the Great Council and the Thunder Temple.

This is a rare good thing."

Qi Ge: ...

I have a reliable guess that is almost accurate, but I don't know whether I should say it or not.

At this moment, Escher's eyes turned to Trosa.

Trosa coughed, and could only stand up helplessly and said:

"Everyone, everyone has heard what the Grand Speaker said just now.

It's not that we are afraid of those undead, nor that we don't have the ability to kill those undead, nor that our master has surrendered to the Lord of the Dragon Lich.

It's just that we have no reason to stop such a big mine for no reason.

I hope that the guy who stole the power of the undead will take care of himself, wake up in time, and obediently hand over his stealing method to the Great Council and the Thunder Temple. After we jointly review it, we will consider how to deal with those undead.

Don't be so clever that you think you can get away with it.

That's a little cleverness that doesn't take the overall situation into consideration! "

"That's right!"

Pickjem slammed the table hard, looked at everyone and asked:

"Who is this guy? He is so bold! He even dared to steal the power of the dead. Our Great Council will never tolerate this!

It's not too late to confess now, but if we find out about you, things will be different. "

Seven Pigeons: ...

Seven Pigeons looked at Trosa and Pickjem with deep and indignant faces, and silently gave a thumbs up in his heart.

Two brothers, I can only say that there is a reason why you can become legends.

Seeing Escher's eyes looking at him, Agaide coughed twice, poked Seven Pigeons with his elbow, and then leaned back on the chair calmly.

Qi Ge immediately stood up and said seriously:

"For this matter, I am only expressing some immature suggestions on behalf of myself and my teacher.

I think that the person who can steal the power of the dead must be someone with considerable weight and strength, at least, he must be a legend.

That is to say, the criminal is likely among us.

Then, I can first rule out His Majesty Trosa and His Majesty Pickjem.

Everyone knows that these two His Majesties are loyal to Bracada, and they will definitely not do such a thing.

At the same time, my teacher, Grand Speaker Escher, His Majesty Dairis, and His Majesty Fafner can also be ruled out.

The reasons are the same as above.

Please discuss the remaining candidates."

After silently helping the Grand Council to eliminate the only two correct answers, Qi Ge quickly sat down.

Of course he could guess Pickjem who stole the power of the dead, but so what?

If Pickjem is reported now, what if El Zeus throws him out as a discarded pawn, won't the dead retreat?

The timing of the appearance of the undead army is simply too good.

The undead troops led by the false god are wandering in the territory of Bracada, and a full-scale battle of power level may break out at any time.

Who dares to do business in Bracada? Who dares to continue to hold factories, real estate and minerals that may become ruins tomorrow?

If the undead army wanders around Bracada a few more times, it can collapse Bracada's already shaky economy.

Originally, Bracada's economy was just one straw away from an avalanche, but now it's being crushed directly by a huge mountain.

As long as the mountain doesn't move away, why should Seven Pigeons worry about Brakada surviving?

What's more, the greater the pressure from the undead, the greater the possibility of Al Zeus coming forward.

The more El Zeus moves, the more intelligence Seven Pigeons can collect about his current situation.

It would be best if he could fight the Lord of the Dracolich.

…

As it should be, the correct answers have been eliminated from the beginning, and no matter how much you check, you can only find the wrong answers.

As many suspected legends and pseudo-legends came forward with evidence to prove their innocence, the entire emergency meeting started and ended in a daze.

When leaving the venue, Qige stood beside Trossa and Pickem, silently listening to their serious analysis of the suspect.

From time to time, a few words of serious support for their views were inserted, and the scene was very harmonious.

As the saying goes, there is no airtight wall in this world.

Three days later, something happened to Pickem.

The reason why he was discovered was even more bizarre than Qi Ge had imagined.

Pick Jem purchased the undead dragon from the cemetery, following the path of the undead traitor Modo.

The core shippers of this route are all players from the "Shadow of Death" guild.

After the undead entered Bracada, Pickjem did something that every bad guy would do - seal it up.

He didn't know what method he used to trick the players from the Death Shadow Guild and killed them once.

This killing is a big deal!

To the players, death or death is a matter of indifference, but Pickjem habitually whitewashes those players who have sent him goods.

At this point in time, everyone knows what it means for the Heroic Soul World's troops to be whitewashed.

That's because you can't brush wild monsters, and you can't complete good tasks. You can only slowly accumulate troops.

Now, the hatred is so great.

The players of the Death Shadow Guild who were whitewashed were so angry that they turned into self-destructing trucks.

They used various means to rush to the main city of Brakada and widely spread the news that Pickem had purchased bone dragons, ghost dragons, and many undead units.

After these messages were compiled and sorted, they were transported to the Thunder Temple.

So, just when Pickem thought he was infallible, he was quietly followed to his underground base by the Thunder Temple, and all the stolen goods were stolen on the spot.

The issue of undead authority that has plagued the Grand Council for a week has been resolved.

…

…

Pickem walked above the thick thunderclouds, his face looking haggard.

Behind him, a large group of Titan troops were firmly fulfilling their obligations and keeping an eye on him.

Soon, Pickem was escorted by a group of Titans and met Al Zeus who had transformed into a mage.

Al Zeus is holding a pair of golden scissors and is building a huge red seed vigorously.

He saw Pickem being escorted in and asked casually:

"Pikjem, tell me, what's going on with stealing the power of the undead?"

"Your Majesty! This is what happened."

When things got to this point, there was no chance for Pickem to take any chances.

He told the story in detail, starting from his accidental discovery of the truth about the gargoyle, to purchasing the bone dragon to create the witch spirit gargoyle dragon.

At the end, Pickem knelt down on his knees, put his head on the floor, and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty the God King, I am willing to dedicate all the manufacturing methods of the Wuling Gargoyle Clan and all the information and progress of my research to you to repay my sins."

"Well, that's it." Al Zeus said softly:

"You relied on the Witch Spirit Gargoyle to open the Demigod Cloud Road.

Cut it off yourself. "

"Since...from what?"

Pickem raised his head in disbelief and said eagerly:

"Your Majesty, I really didn't mean to hide it before.

I didn't report it because I had never made any decent achievements, and I was afraid that you would look down on me.

This is the first natural level 7 unit in the history of Yasha. It is very valuable. I am willing to dedicate it all, as long as you are willing to allow me to complete the research.

Your Majesty, God King, forgive me, forgive me. "

"Enough is enough. I know."

Al Zeus comforted him softly:

"Whether you conceal it intentionally or are loyal, it has nothing to do with me.

We in Brakada don’t have that many undead souls to make witch spirit gargoyles for you. This race is not suitable for us.

In other words, the benefits I will get from sheltering you are not proportional to the risks I will bear for it.

Therefore, you have to cut off your path and give the Witchling Gargoyle to Diya, it's that simple. "

Pickem's face turned ashen as if he had been struck by lightning.

After a while, Al Zeus smiled softly and said:

"That's all, after all, I still feel sorry for you.

If you don't want to cut off your path, I will give you another choice. "

He waved his hand gently and made an opening in the thunder cloud.

"Jump down from this opening, then take all your information and go to Diya.

I promise that after you come out of this hole, I will forget the past. "

Pickjam's eyes regained some sparkle.

He knelt and sat on the spot, his expression constantly changing, and he was struggling in his heart.

After a long time, he watched Al Zeus keep pruning the red seed, seemingly not paying attention to himself.

So, Pickjem bowed three times to El Zeus, and said with tears in pain:

"My Lord, I will always be your most loyal servant. Unfortunately, fate plays tricks on me.

If there is an afterlife, I will definitely be loyal to you again!"

Pickjem stood up suddenly and rushed to the gap in the clouds resolutely.

Crack!

The scissors in El Zeus's hand suddenly closed, and the clouds also suddenly closed!

Pickjem hit the thundercloud head-on and turned over on the spot.

"Ouch!"

"You dare to leave."

El Zeus raised his neck slightly and looked at Pickjem coldly.

"Beat him to death."