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Chapter 24 The Mysterious Emperor

All outsiders were screened away, Bian Ruofei was lying on the huge and luxurious bedroom bed, playing with the communicator in his hand curiously.

He took off the obstructing dress and threw it on the ground outside. At this moment, he only had a shirt and cotton trousers left, and his golden wig was piled up at his feet in a mess.

The necromancer also took off his hood, and sat down in the armchair in front of the table with a gold-encrusted mirror.

And the original owner of this huge room, the dead first-class nobleman Reston, was standing in an inconspicuous corner with a dumbfounded face, not being given half of the attention of the other two.

Although it has only been a short time since he came to this world, Bian Ruofei has clearly felt that the lighting direction of the technology tree here is different from his original cognition.

The war with the Zerg will inevitably catalyze the advancement of military technology. The guns and bullets equipped by the soldiers before were obviously more powerful and more aggressive than he remembered.

But on the other hand, civilian communication equipment still maintains a level that he can keep up with. Touch-screen mobile phones—called connectors in this era, the difference is probably that the headphone jack and the charging slot are separated, and it is more sturdy.

Just now on the dining table, Bian Ruofei smashed walnuts with it, and it turned out to be really strong.

Connectors are not uncommon, but the price is expensive because of the limitations of the times.However, neither class nor money is a problem.

Supplies for light industries such as clothing and food are in short supply, but this route is only for poor civilians and low-status aliens.

The aristocrat's food is much better than that of the Irotic store. The whole table is exquisitely arranged, which has the taste of the five-star hotel in the world where Bian Ruofei lives.

Bian Ruofei touched his chubby belly, and lamented the evil capitalism.

With a device that can connect to the Internet, his understanding of the world has finally grown by leaps and bounds.

Sixty percent of this planet is oceans, and the rest is continents.But 81% of the land is occupied by Zerg. During the meteor shower more than 30 years ago, densely packed Zerg crawled out of the falling meteorites.The day when the meteorite hits the ground is called the first year of the new calendar.

The Zerg has tenacious vitality, and the reproductive ability of low-level bugs is even more terrifying.Bian Ruofei flipped through the chronicle, his eyes resting on the densely packed illustrations of larvae in the insect nest.

They are graded from S to E. The Zerg above level B began to show mimicry characteristics, which are humanoid characteristics in popular terms. A-level high-level Zergs may even be completely identical in appearance to humans. They have sneaked into human bases and caused huge disturbances and losses.

Since then, machine detection measures have been added to the entrances and exits of all base cities to screen humans, alien species, and possible Zerg.

"Samuel?" Bian Ruofei put down the communicator, raised his eyes and called.

The necromancer left the armchair he was sitting in at some point, and the seat was empty at this moment.

"what?"

His voice came indistinctly from the small room next to the door, "I found something interesting."

Bian Ruofei put on the communicator, as if he carried his mobile phone everywhere in modern times, and walked into the room next to him which he thought was the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the door, Bian Ruofei stopped in surprise.

The decoration style here is completely different from that of the big room next door. The walls and ceiling are painted black. All kinds of grotesque instruments of torture are hung on the walls on both sides. Stains of blood remained.

"This old pervert, let him die directly is really cheap." Bian Ruofei wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Although the house is well ventilated, the bloody smell accumulated over the years still lingers inside.

"No matter in which era, nobles will have such bad behavior." Samuel said eccentrically, but his expression did not change. He was obviously used to this kind of place. "It's been a long time since this place is here."

He once led an army of undead to destroy the church, so he witnessed countless dirty events.Strangely, when those torture tools were used on the perpetrators themselves, they also cried bitterly and begged for mercy.

"How long can your magic control that Reston last?" Bian Ruofei asked.

"Of course, it depends on how long you want." The necromancer curled his lips and stood closer.

"If you weren't here, would he become an immobile corpse in an instant?" Bian Ruofei pursed his lips.

He snapped his fingers, and a card appeared out of nowhere, showing a countdown in red.

"Your time is almost up."

Samuel's eyes fell on it, and he reached out to hold the card, but as if the game had been molded, the square card leaked from his fingers, and the touch felt like invisible air.

After one failure, the necromancer did not insist on trying again.

"If I am here, I can control that undead indefinitely, and I will add a little magic seal later to prevent his body from rotting." Samuel took off the skull pendant on his left ear, and leaned closer He looked up at his boy.

Bian Ruofei only felt a pain in his earlobe, and the tip of his nose was the bitter and light taste of the necromancer.

He had never had his ears pierced before, and along with the continuous pain, the temperature of that small piece of skin suddenly burned.

"Hiss..." Bian Ruofei took a deep breath, grinned and clasped his injured ear, and glared at the necromancer who was still beside him.

"Does it hurt?" Samuel's pupils darkened a lot, he advanced instead of retreating, "Let me see."

He pushed aside the boy's ear-protecting hand, and saw the earrings he had worn all year round on the other's left ear, and a drop of blood slowly oozed from the congested earlobe, showing a bright red and attractive color.

The expression of the evil necromancer suddenly darkened. He pressed the person against the wall beside him, and rubbed the tiny piercing wound with his fingertips.

"Did you bring alcohol wipes or disinfectant?" The detained boy asked a particularly unpleasant topic, "Why did you come here all of a sudden? If you get infected, you won't be responsible."

He puffed up his face and said angrily, "Yesterday I said I was your sweetheart, but today I turned around and hit someone. I'm just an ordinary person, and I'm super afraid of pain."

Yesterday he was praised as the "Creator God", but today he started to commit the following crimes, this protagonist is not worth mentioning.

"I can be responsible." Samuel sighed softly, hooked the drop of blood with his fingertips, stuck out his tongue and put it into his mouth.

"It's so sweet." A dark and ominous color flashed in his eyes, like a python encircling its prey into his arms.

It smells good.

It is no longer clear whether it is the smell of blood or the fragrance of the other party's soul that is attracting him.

The brain seems to be caught in some kind of trance and floating mood, and the young man in front of him is full of heart and eyes.

The other party had given him glory, and then destroyed it with his own hands.Everything that once belonged to the priest was crushed into dust by him, and he molded the clay into the shape of a crazy and evil necromancer himself.

The joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the first half of life are all dramas under the fingertips of the gods.But at this moment, the god is in his arms, and there is no way to retreat.

Samuel took another step forward, lowering his head to grab a deeper...

"Snapped!"

The necromancer stopped moving.

His face was slightly turned to the other side, and his pale skin gradually turned a light red.

The man with the high nose and deep eyes didn't move for a moment, but was pushed back by Bian Ruofei, and took two steps back.

"Are you awake?" Bian Ruofei stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "If it's not enough, I can contribute another Friendship Breaking Face Fist to help you wake up again."

"The state you were in just now, you can't be blood-sick." But the setting of a necromancer who kills without blinking an eye is too outrageous.

Bian Ruofei reached out to touch his forehead, but Samuel grabbed his wrist.

He had a strange expression, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised strangely, with a bit of satisfaction, which made Bian Ruofei subconsciously wonder if he had beaten people stupid.

"It's not bloodsickness. If you really want to talk about bloodsickness," Samuel denied, "probably only your blood can make me intoxicated..."

He lowered his voice for the second half of the sentence, and finished speaking vaguely, without letting the person opposite hear him clearly.

"It's good to be back to normal." Bian Ruofei felt relieved.

As the author of the novel, he vaguely understands that the protagonists he writes are basically not mentally normal human beings, so he stopped short and didn't want to delve into the mind of the necromancer.

He turned and stepped out of the room, into the brightly lit bedroom.

"So what do you mean by giving me this earring all of a sudden?" He turned his head and looked at the man standing in the shadow.

"It's a medium. You can control the undead that I made a puppet at will with the help of the magic circle engraved in the skeleton."

The expression of the person hiding in the darkness was blurred, but Bian Ruofei could feel the scorching gaze of the other person on him.

"But remember, it has a limit. The undead cannot be more than 100 meters away from you." He lowered his voice, "If he exceeds the range, he will immediately turn into a pile of carrion on the ground."

"I see." Bian Ruofei nodded to show that he understood, "How should I use it?"

"I'll teach you." Samuel pursed his lips, stepping from the darkness into the light.

The dark pupils were as bright as ever, but at this moment they reflected the shadow of another person.

Bian Ruofei walked up to the first-class nobleman of Reston who had turned into a walking dead, trying to control his body.

Following the movements of Bian Ruofei's fingertips, the man's whole body became stiff like a plank, and his head was raised high.

Samuel, who was standing by, didn't give the corpse any attention, but only stared at the boy whose eyes were shining because he was trying new things.

Bian Ruofei turned his wrist.

Reston bounced off the ground with a "snap" and did a backflip that he would never have done in his lifetime.

However, the landing failed and his head landed on the ground.

It makes a "bang" sound when it falls.

Bian Ruofei suspected that he heard the sound of bones breaking, and glanced guiltyly at Samuel who was watching from the side.

"Try again." The necromancer encouraged.

Outside this luxurious and closed bedroom.

The butler in a suit stood by the door as usual, waiting for orders or needs from the nobles at any time.

Even with good sound insulation, he still heard the constant and chaotic sounds in the house.There was no scream, probably because the victim was gagged and unable to make a sound.

He lowered his brown eyes, his face was calm, but the hand on his side slowly clenched into a fist.

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"Where is he?" The voice of this sentence was almost drowned in the loud noise that followed.

The huge monster covered the sky, was torn apart from the center, and stinky mucus and blood were scattered all over the sky, like wet rain.

The boy's figure jumped out from the huge gap that was forcibly torn open in the center.

He's clutching a blue heart the size of a basketball that's even beating.

The canine teeth opened slightly, followed by the sound of tearing flesh, followed by the scalp-numbing sound of chewing and swallowing.

"Master, according to the letter sent by the Zerg responsible for providing information, the current location of that human is the Utopia base." The Zerg waiter bowed respectfully and said.

The half-eaten heart of the bug monster was randomly thrown on the ground, and shattered into a puddle with the impact of the landing.

"There." The blond boy casually stroked back his blood-soaked hair, exposing his smooth forehead, with blood criss-crossing on his face, which he wiped away with the back of his hand, "Let's go then."

He flicked the tail hook casually, and jumped off the rock, and the bug waiter next to him handed over a white towel with a wink.

The snow-colored palace hidden among the glaciers is magnificent and magnificent.

He slipped in through the side arch, leaving a trail of bloodstained footprints on the ice-brick steps.At the end of the corridor, the boy stopped suddenly.

"Your Majesty Aldrich." He knelt on one knee and saluted, his expression of excitement from predation fell silent instantly.

Because of his salute, the visitor also paused.

The voice with the texture of ice and snow faintly called out his name: "Brent."

From the perspective of the young Zerg looking down, you can only see the silver-gray robes of the other party passing by in front of your eyes, and you can feel the heavy and oppressive feeling that fills every inch of air in the entire space without looking up.

After he left for a long time, the boy stood up.

"Big..." The waiter behind him stood up, but fell down after only uttering one word.

The neck is a broken blood line.

Brent John shook off the blood dripping from his sharp nails expressionlessly, and another worm waiter tremblingly handed him a new towel.

The author has something to say:

It is expected to enter V tomorrow, and I will strive for [-]!

Push Su Shuangwen next door to me: [When the game boss opens the player's trumpet]

As the final boss of the game "Fantasy World", the Creator God of the Dark Age that countless players flock to, Nathaniel has been able to see the game forum since his birth.

After realizing that this was a game, he tried his best to release the water and finally let the adventure group take his first kill, and successfully escaped from get off work.With the update of the "Fantasy World" system, he quietly joined the originally hostile Guangming God Realm camp with his player account, happily rushing towards a happy retirement life.

However, the entire continent was in turmoil, and the player forum was full of blood.Nathaniel realized belatedly that all the monsters under his command seemed to have blown up——

The fall of the Demon King caused all the dependents to fall into disorderly madness.

Without their allegiance to the king, they are homeless and have nowhere to go.Day after day, they become wolves without a rein, spreading all their sorrow, resentment and anger across the land.

——Until the retirement of the former boss's iron fist of love and peace.

.small theater.

Several posts quietly surfaced on the player forum:

【Reveal!Who is the name of the number one combat player in the server]

[The most handsome villain BOSS in history, Nathaniel forced Graman]

[818 The White Moonlight Idol of Countless Monsters and the Dark God of Creation]

[He is so handsome and I love him so much, on the possibility of the resurrection of the final boss]

Nathaniel who saw all posts: ... (mask of pain)

It is impossible to work overtime, and it is impossible to resurrect overtime in this life!