Mrs. Yobel's brows were filled with anger. She slammed the table hard and shouted angrily:
"What is she doing? As the demigod of our Bracada, she is actually hanging out with Diya!"
Having said that, Yobol suddenly glared at Sean and Rona.
"Is this how you lamp gods are loyal to your master? You are a bunch of ungrateful wolves."
Sean looked at Yobol with a very speechless look:
"Supervisor, why don't you suggest to the Lord that we expel the lamp spirit? I will raise my hands, head, and even the lamp to vote for you."
Rona also laughed:
"Give me another magic lamp."
"You guys! You guys! Humph!"
Yobol's chest trembled twice, but in the end he couldn't say anything harsh.
She turned her head and said:
"Immediately send a message to the Thunder Temple and ask Somla... Never mind, Somla is also a lamp god. Please ask His Majesty Sedlos to return to the front line.
We must consider the possibility of a Dragon Slayer rebellion."
"yes!"
Just as the messenger released the communication magic, the dragon slayer on the transparent 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 bandages all over the sky rose from the screen that could see through the atmosphere, covering the entire screen in the blink of an eye.
The messenger's heart trembled, and he hurriedly reported:
"Monitor, the communication magic has failed."
Yobol's chest heaved, and bits of lightning quickly circled in her hands.
She said in a deep voice to the bandages on the screen: "Dragon Tu, do you know that treason is a capital crime? In the name of the supreme 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, you are a Titan and no punishment applies to you.
Tsk tsk, you are worthy of being a Titan, you are indeed impartial and fair."
A large number of bandages unexpectedly rushed out from the screen that could see through the atmosphere, wrapped around the void, and transformed into the appearance of a dragon slayer again.
This seemingly simple scene is not simple at all.
Atmospheric Perspective is only a level 1 air magic, but the Dragon Slayer uses the atmospheric perspective as a coordinate to release the level 7 magic Dimensional Gate without causing a magic riot.
The explosion is equivalent to stuffing a whale up a pufferfish's butt without causing the pufferfish to explode.
Yobol claimed that he was incapable of such blatant display of skill.
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'm afraid of you because you are strong, experienced, and have made great contributions? I'm telling you, it's impossible!
You must give us Titans an explanation today, otherwise, don’t even think I will let you go!”
“Puff~”
Sean couldn't help laughing.
Yobol immediately glared at him fiercely:
"What are you laughing at? What does it have to do with you?"
Sean's face was serious: "Excuse me, I just remembered something happy."
"What's up?"
"My wife Rona is pregnant."
"Pfft~" Even Rona couldn't hold it back anymore.
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."
"Hahahaha! Honey, I was just joking."
"Oh, but I'm serious. I thought you knew."
"Um?!"
"Hahaha, I was just kidding. How can you be as stupid as the inspector?"
Sean and Rona looked at each other and laughed at the same time, and the air was filled with joy.
"You! You guys!"
Yobol was so amused that she almost laughed out loud, but she had to maintain her dignity. Her eyebrows trembled and her chest shook. For a moment, she didn't know whether to laugh or continue to be angry.
She glared at the two lamp spirits fiercely and said angrily, "Just wait, I will settle the score with you sooner or later."
Yobol looked at the dragon slayer, took a deep breath, and asked solemnly:
"Your Majesty, Dragon Slayer, I repeat, I need an explanation.
Why would you run to the enemy side when it's obvious that the undead have bad intentions?"
"Nothing. Just found an old friend and went over to chat."
The dragon slayer waved his finger nonchalantly and said frivolously:
"I'll also help you find out the purpose of the undead army's coming."
Yobol immediately became nervous: "What is their purpose?"
“It’s better if you don’t ask.
I can only tell you that they are not here to cause us trouble, we just happen to be standing in our way.
As long as we don't attack them, they will pass by us without any threat."
"Go around? Where are they going?"
The dragon slayer shrugged.
"Who knows? They just want to find something in Bracada. Maybe they'll be lucky enough to find it soon after they get in. Or maybe they won't find it even after rushing all the way to Thunder City, so they'll have to search in Thunder City again."
"Impossible!" Yobol denied it flatly: "I am now the lord and supreme commander of Lighthouse City. I will never allow Diya's undead spirits to enter the territory of His Majesty the God King at will."
"It's up to you, just don't drag me into this." The dragon slayer waved his hand and said:
"Let me make it clear in advance. I am a demigod who helps suppress the chaos outbreak. The undead are creatures of order and are not within my jurisdiction."
Yobol was not angry this time. She just stared at the dragon slayer with extremely cold eyes and asked word by word: "Your Excellency, do you want to escape from the battlefield? Have you thought it through?"
The dragon slayer shook his head contemptuously:
“It’s not me who should think about it, but you.
Yobol, in the name of the demigod Bracada and your friends, I ask you seriously, are you really determined to stop them?
As I said, I was 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 ancient lamp god left in the entire Yasha world, and even older than His Majesty the God King.
Do you want to guess how old my old friend is?"
"No matter who your old friends are, I will not allow them to violate the territory of His Majesty the God King. I swear on my life!"
Yobol ignored the dragon slayer's warning and refuted firmly.
"Great courage." The dragon slayer clapped his hands in appreciation: "Then I will wait and see."
Hearing the words of the dragon slayer, Rona whispered
At this moment, the mage who had been staring at the atmospheric screen shouted nervously:
"Overwatch, the Undead troops have split up in front of the iron wall!"
"What's going on?" Yobol frowned and walked to the screen and looked at it.
The mighty army of undead magicians had now been neatly divided into two halves. They lined up in order according to their strength and knelt on the ground in unison.
Countless skeleton soldiers lay directly on the ground, forming a long carpet of bones.
A thick black cloud came from the seaside along the path vacated by the Undead troops, slowly and steadily approaching the iron wall. Under the black cloud, a dragon-headed skeleton man who looked extremely old was moving slowly forward.
The dragon-headed skeleton man was an ancient brown color all over, and the exposed bones on his face and body were covered with dense cracks and various pits, as if they would break at any time.
At first glance, the dragon head skull looks like rotten bones that have been buried in the loess for many years.
Looking closely, it looks even more like it.
But the dragon head skull just has an aura that can conquer the world.
Behind the dragon head skull, there are vampires wearing night dresses and crowns, zombies holding ominous giant hammers, corpse wizards holding books, and death knights wearing full armor...
Those mythical soldiers that were proud of the world were like servants, not daring to go even a step beyond the dragon head skeleton.
Finally, the dragon head skeleton finished this journey, and the feeling of oppression on him reached its peak!
The dragon head skeleton waved his hand gently, and an extremely huge skeleton instantly rose from the ground.
The skeleton continued to extend in the air at an extremely exaggerated speed, and in a blink of an eye, it formed an ultra-giant bone arch bridge that spanned the entire Lighthouse City defense zone.
Lighthouse City is vast and sparsely populated. The Lighthouse City itself, together with the defense areas of its branch cities at all levels, includes two mountain ranges and three rivers.
But the vast bone bridge spans all of them!
Yobol's pupils shrank.
"What a divine power! This is impossible for a demigod to do.
Could it be that he is the same god as the Lord?"
"The fact that you can ask this question means that you 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, the Dead Duogosos.
Unlike most gods who relied on the power of the Tears of Yasha to become gods on earth, Dagothos had already made contributions worthy of being deified before he obtained the Tears of Yasha.
But he was not satisfied with the status of God he could obtain after becoming a God.
So he in turn injected the power bestowed by the goddess into Diya's Tears of Yasha, making the cemetery force 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 by force.
Only His Majesty the Divine King has the right to decide what attitude to adopt towards Him."
After hearing what the dragon slayer said, Yobol murmured in surprise:
“If His Majesty is here, why do they have to fly over us?
If he wants, he can flatten our city and all our troops at any time..."
"That's exactly why I said don't stand in the way."
The Dragon Slayer explained:
“I said, He has no intention of going to war with us.
The reason why he brought so many undead troops was just his habitual display of troops, just like a thunderbird sticking out its butt and a unicorn shaking its head.
Since they are undead, they have no muscles to show off, so just show off their skeletons.
The [Earthly Gods] of the nine major forces have an unspoken rule among themselves that they cannot set foot on territories that do not belong to them.
And it was not against the rules for Him to lead the troops in the air. "
Yobol raised his hand and held it high in the air.
As long as she waved her hand down with all her strength, countless magic spells aimed at the air would hit this group of seemingly defenseless undead.
But her hands were so stiff that she still did not give the order to fire.
The reason is simple. Once the gods have appeared, the subsequent game has nothing to do with them.
The problem of gods can only be solved by another god.
“Hiss~~”
Yobol took a long breath and said to the messenger beside him:
“Right now, report everything that happened here to the Thunder Temple.
Then have the Thunder Temple issue the highest level of warning, mobilize all defense systems, and notify His Majesty Gavin."
"yes!"
…
…
An emergency meeting of the Grand Council was quickly convened.
Word of the undead's arrival spread quickly through the Grand Council.
At this time, no one would say something stupid like "It's outrageous. How can we let these filthy undead spirits enter Bracada?"
When the existence of Duogothos was confirmed, all the councillors became quite self-aware.
He is a god walking on earth. In fairy tale novels, he is an existence at the level of a land immortal. If there are no celestial immortals coming out, he will be the top figure in the world.
Before El Zeus expressed his opinion, all the parliamentarians did not dare to take any action against the Undead Army and could only allow them to advance further.
"Quiet!"
Escher knocked on the table hard, causing everyone who was talking to focus their attention.
He frowned and asked:
“According to the intelligence we received.
The Dragon Lich Lord 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 top priority now is to find the culprit that caused all the problems.
Stealing the power of the undead is certainly not a trivial matter. If successful, the person who operates all this will surely receive huge rewards.
But I can tell you for sure that no one, including our Grand Council and Thunder Temple, received any information in advance.
There is no reason for us, Bracada, to take risks that we should not take just for the greed of one or some ambitious people.
Such behavior of "taking all the benefits for myself while the country bears the risks" must be resolutely curbed! "
Escher 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:
"Everyone present, does anyone have any clues about the person who stole the power?
You don't need to do it yourself, just provide clues.
Those who can provide reliability will receive contributions from both the Grand Council and the Thunder Temple.
This is a rare good thing.”
Seven Pigeons: ...
I have a pretty reliable guess, but I don't know whether I should tell you about it or not.
At this moment, Escher's eyes turned to Trosa.
Trosa coughed, stood up helplessly, and said:
"Everyone, you all heard what the Grand Speaker said just now.
It's not that we are afraid of the undead, nor that we don't have the ability to kill them, nor that our master has surrendered to the Lord of the Dragon Lich.
It's just that there's no reason for us to stop such a big mine for no reason.
I hope that the guy who stole the power of the undead will be careful and wake up in time, and hand over his stealing methods to the Grand Council and the Thunder Temple. After we jointly review them, we will consider how to deal with those undead.
Don't be too clever and think you can get away with it.
That's just a petty trick that doesn't take the overall situation into consideration!"
“That’s right!”
Picklejem slammed the table, looked at everyone and asked:
"Who on earth is this guy? He is so bold! He even dares to steal the power of the undead. Our Great Council will never tolerate this!
It's not too late to confess now, but if we wait until we find out about you, things will be different."
Seven Pigeons: ...
Seven Pigeons looked at Trosa and Pickjem, who had deep and indignant expressions on their faces, and silently gave them a thumbs up.
My two brothers, I can only say that there is a reason why you can become legends.
Seeing Escher looking at him, Aged coughed twice, poked Qi Ge with his elbow, and then leaned back in the chair calmly.
Qi Ge immediately stood up and said seriously:
"Regarding this matter, I am only expressing some immature suggestions on behalf of myself and the teacher.
I believe that anyone who can steal the power of the undead must be someone of considerable weight and strength, at the very least, he must be a legend.
In other words, the criminal is most likely among us.
Then, I can first rule out His Majesty Trosa and His Majesty Pickjem.
Everyone knows that these two princes are loyal to Bracada and they would never do such a thing.
At the same time, my teacher, Grand Chancellor Escher, Her Majesty Dairis, and Her Majesty Fafnir can also be ruled out.
Same reason as above.
Please discuss the remaining candidates."
After silently helping the Grand Council eliminate the only two correct answers, the Seven Pigeons quickly sat down.
Of course he could guess that it was Picklejem who stole the power of the dead, but so what?
If I report Pickjem now, what if El Zeus throws him out as a pawn? Will the undead retreat then?
The timing of the appearance of this undead army is simply perfect.
The undead troops led by the false god are wandering in the territory of Bracada, and a full-scale war at the power level may break out at any time.
Who would dare to do business in Bracada? Who would dare to continue to hold factories, properties and mines that might become ruins tomorrow?
If the undead army moves around Bracada a few more times, it will be able to destroy Bracada's already shaky economy.
Bracada's economy was just one straw away from an avalanche, but now a huge mountain has come crashing down on it.
As long as the mountain doesn't move, why should the seven pigeons worry about Bracada's death?
What's more, the greater the pressure from the undead, the greater the possibility that El Zeus will step in.
The more El Zeus moves, the more information Qi Ge can gather about his current situation.
It would be best if he could fight the dracolich master.
…
As it should be, the correct answer was eliminated from the beginning, and no matter how you search, you can only find wrong answers.
As many suspected legends and pseudo-legends produced evidence to prove their innocence, the entire emergency meeting started and ended in confusion.
When leaving the meeting, Qi Ge stood beside Trosa and Pickjem, listening silently to them seriously analyzing the current suspect.
From time to time, he would seriously insert a few words to express his agreement with their views, and the scene was very harmonious.
As the saying goes, there is no impenetrable wall in this world.
Three days later, Picklejem finally got into trouble.
The reason he was discovered was even more bizarre than Qi Ge had imagined.
Pickjam purchased an undead dragon from the cemetery, following the path of the undead traitor Mordor.
The core shippers for this route are all players from the "Shadow of Death" guild.
After the undead entered Bracada, Pickjem did what every bad guy would do - he sealed their mouths.
He didn't know what method he used to trick the players of the Death Shadow Guild out and killed them once.
This killing will cause big trouble!
To the players, dying was a non-event, but Pickjem habitually cleansed up the players who had sent him goods.
At this point in time, everyone knows what it means for the Heroes World's military forces to be whitewashed.
That means you can’t kill wild monsters and complete good tasks, so you can only accumulate troops slowly.
This time, the hatred is huge.
The players of Death Shadow Guild who were whitewashed were extremely angry and directly turned into suicide trucks.
They used various means to rush to the main city of Bracada and spread the news that Pickjam had purchased bone dragons, ghost dragons and many undead soldiers.
The information was summarized and sent to the Thunder Temple.
So, just when Pickjam thought he was infallible, he was secretly tracked by the Thunder Temple to his underground base and caught red-handed.
The issue of the authority of the dead that had plagued the Grand Council for a week was resolved.
…
…
Pickjam walked on the thick thunderclouds, his face looking haggard.
Behind him, a large group of Titan troops were fulfilling their duties firmly and keeping a close eye on him.
Soon, Pickjem, escorted by a group of Titans, met El Zeus, who had transformed into a wizard.
El Zeus was holding a pair of golden scissors and working hard to trim a huge red seed.
He saw Pickjam being brought in, and asked casually:
"Pickjem, tell me, what is the matter with stealing the power of the dead?"
"Your Majesty! This is what happened."
Things had come to this point, and Picklejem naturally had no chance of survival.
He told the whole story in detail, from his accidental discovery of the truth about the gargoyle to his purchase of a bone dragon to create a witch spirit gargoyle dragon.
At last Pickjem knelt on his knees, rested his head on the floor, and said in a deep voice:
"Your Majesty, I am willing to dedicate all the manufacturing methods of the Wuling Gargoyle Clan and all the data and progress I have researched to you to atone for my sins."
"Well, that's how it is." El Zeus said softly:
“You relied on the Wuling Gargoyle to open the Demigod Cloud Road.
Just cut it off yourself."
"Since...Since what?"
Pickjem looked up in disbelief, and said angrily:
“Your Majesty, I really didn’t mean to hide it before.
I haven't reported to you because I haven't achieved any decent results and I'm afraid you won't approve of it.
I am the first naturally born level 7 soldier in the history of Yasha. I am very valuable. I am willing to dedicate my all to it as long as you agree to let me complete the research.
Your Majesty, God King, please forgive me, please forgive me."
"That's enough. I know."
El Zeus said soothingly:
"Whether you concealed it intentionally or were loyal to me, it has nothing to do with me.
We in Bracada don't have that many undead to make witch gargoyles for you. This race is not suitable for us.
In other words, the benefits I would gain from sheltering you are not proportional to the risks I would have to take.
Therefore, you must cut off your path and hand over the Wuling Gargoyle to Diya, it is that simple."
Pickjam looked as if struck by lightning, his face pale as death.
After a while, El Zeus smiled and said:
"Never mind, I am still sorry for you.
If you don't want to cut off your path, I'll give you another choice."
He waved his hand lightly and created a hole in the thundercloud.
"Jump through this hole, and take all your information with you to join Diya.
I promise that after you get out of this hole, I will forgive you for what happened."
Picklejem's eyes regained some of their brightness.
He knelt there, his expression constantly changing and his heart struggling.
After a long time, he watched El Zeus pruning the red seed and didn't seem to pay attention to him.
Then, 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 still be loyal to you!"
Pickjem stood up suddenly and rushed towards the gap in the clouds with determination.
Crack!
The scissors in El Zeus's hand suddenly closed, and the clouds also suddenly closed!
Picklejem ran headfirst into a thundercloud and somersaulted on the spot.
“Ouch!”
"You actually dare to leave."
El Zeus raised his neck slightly and looked at Pickjem coldly.
"Beat him to death."