Mythical Body.
Han Dong had met Nkei's Stone Skull Toad.
He had met Black Night Tyrant Lesoth in Dark City- London and the Gold Saint in the London Game.
If they were to be ranked, the Gold Saint would definitely be at the bottom.
As for the strength of Father Lesoth and the Stone Skull Toad, it was difficult for Han Dong to assess who was stronger and who was weaker.
Using the above mythical body as a reference, he assessed the Tomb Lord in front of him.
In terms of overall condition, the Tomb Lord was worse than the Gold Saint … Its degree of weakness even made Han Dong feel that he could defeat it head-on.
However, combined with the overall feeling, the Tomb Lord's true strength should be comparable to Father Lesoth and the toad …
'Using the body as a' runaway converter 'in exchange for the death aura that covers the entire world, it's no wonder it's so' weak '.
If it was attacked in its current state, it would definitely affect the operation of the entire world … Referring to the date when the Corpse Transformation Order was issued, the Tomb Lord should have maintained this state for more than a hundred years. Its perseverance is amazing.
Like me, it's the kind of person who must pursue perfection in certain things. '
Staring at the Tomb Lord's state, Han Dong felt a sense of admiration from the bottom of his heart.
The body of the Tomb Lord sitting on the Dragon Coffin Chair was in a critical state of disintegration. The charred outer skin was obviously a side effect of maintaining a high-intensity release of death aura for more than a hundred years.
The dense black hair on the top of its head had not been trimmed for years, and it was already hanging on the surface of the Dragon Coffin Chair.
Its face was full of burn marks, and a pair of reddish-brown eyes were staring at Han Dong.
As the throat was also used as the main channel for the release of death aura, the Tomb Lord could only speak through the corpse aura it controlled.
However, the voice this time did not sound like that of the king of a country. It did not contain any sense of oppression, and it was just a simple communication.
"You have the smell of Teacher on you. Have you been to Mount Yueshen?"
Han Dong respectfully took out the thing in his arms. It was the 'connection' established by the Black Tower executives for the two of them, a glass bottle filled with white liquid from the executives.
"Yes, I met senior at the peak of the mountain … This thing should be useful to His Majesty."
Seeing the white liquid, the Tomb Lord showed a long-lost surprised expression.
"This is teacher's' modeling fluid '!"
As Tomb Lord stared at the white liquid, he couldn't help but recall some of his past experiences.
"Modeling fluid?"
Han Dong didn't know what kind of liquid it was, nor did he know what its effects were. He only knew that it came from the field of executives.
"That's right, teacher can use this liquid to create a world!
I once drank this liquid on Mount Yueshen, and it helped me recover my incomplete physical body and inner core … This should be a reward from Teacher for climbing the mountain. You don't have to give it to me. "
[Build a world? No wonder I couldn't analyze its composition.
However, no matter what, this belongs to someone else. If I use it carelessly, it might affect my brain.
Moreover, in order to achieve a true world model, the most important thing is Executive's' Genesis Energy '. This white liquid should only be used as a' model '.]
Han Dong immediately replied, "My real body is not here, so this thing is useless to me.
His Majesty supported the [World Stripping] all by himself, so he must need the support of this liquid … Besides, my reward for climbing the mountain wasn't this. The white liquid was what the senior asked me to give you.
Please accept it. "
"Alright!"
The Tomb Lord didn't continue to refuse.
In his current state, he really needed this kind of modeling fluid that was above the world and could repair his physical body.
The progress of the [World Stripping] was much slower than he expected, and his physical body had begun to disintegrate.
For a moment, a wisp of death aura from the Tomb Lord swept the liquid in Han Dong's hand and swallowed it together with the glass bottle into his body.
Han Dong observed the whole process with the Demon Eye.
He found that the Tomb Lord's' weakness' was worse than expected.
He just drank it and didn't have the energy to control the flow of the white liquid in his body.
"Your Majesty, let me help you absorb it?"
"… Sorry to trouble you."
The Tomb Lord also knew that this way of drinking was inappropriate, but at the same time, he also believed in the young man that Teacher recognized and allowed Han Dong to control his body.
'In this kind of situation, Dempus should be able to do better than me.'
Han Dong learned from Demps' technique.
Through an unpolluted star tentacle, it penetrated the back and adjusted the flow of the white liquid for the Tomb Lord to maximize its value.
Sizzle ~
A rare wisp of white smoke rose from the curtain.
The Tomb Lord's almost charred body was slowly being repaired.
More than 80% of the charred scars all over his body were filled, and new flesh even grew in some parts.
"Huff …"
The Tomb Lord exhaled a mouthful of thick death aura, and a long-lost smile hung on his face.
This way, he could continue to hold on, even if it was delayed for more than ten years.
After doing all this, Han Dong returned to the Tomb Lord again. Just as he was about to continue kneeling, his body was immediately grabbed by a wisp of death aura …
"You are on the same step as me, there is no need to kneel to me.
Those who can climb the Lunar God Mountain are not ordinary people, I dare say that there is no second one in the entire Corpse Nation. You don't belong here, do you? "
A world master like the Tomb Lord, in addition to having a relationship with the Black Tower's executives, naturally understood the concept of how far the universe was.
"Well … I just came here to do something. After going to the Lunar God Mountain, I have a clear answer on what to do. I will do my best to help Your Majesty achieve your goal.
I have learned the general situation of the Corpse Nation from the senior.
The most difficult thing at the moment should be the [Chain], right?
I have a friend who happens to have a deep relationship with the [Chain], you can leave this matter to me. "
The Tomb Lord's expression changed.
In order to separate the world, the [Chain] must be broken … This matter had cost the entire Corpse Nation too much manpower, and countless locksmiths had been used on this matter, but the progress was still getting slower and slower.
Even the Zombie Demons that had been thrown in recently could only stabilize the progress.
Pa!
The Tomb Lord, who was originally having difficulty moving, forced his hand to land on Han Dong's shoulder.
A voice came from above:
"If you can solve the [Chain] problem, once the plan succeeds and a new world that belongs to the Corpse Nation is born … I can give you a part of the land.
I heard from my teacher that a part of the world is very valuable. "
The Tomb Lord was not a participant of Fate, and was only a local resident, so he did not understand the professional terms like [Shares] and [Nodes].
Such a promise was equivalent to giving away shares.
Han Dong held back his maniacal laughter, and maintained a normal expression. He lowered his head and replied, "I will do my best … But, I have a request."
"I can give you resources, troops, or even a position."
"My request is that you do not have to give me anything, and at the same time, hide our relationship.
Let me be a [Secret Officer] according to the normal procedure, and give me a pass that allows me to freely enter and exit the Chain Region.
This is because there is a hidden threat in the Corpse Nation, and this threat must be completely removed before the world is separated. Otherwise, when the threat ferments, it may affect the entire plan. "
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