Heroes of Invincible Hidden Architect

Mrs. Yueboer frowned, slapped the table vigorously, and angrily said:
"What is she doing? As the demigod of our Bracada, she's messing with Diya!"

Speaking of this, Yobol suddenly glared at Thain and Lorna.

"Is this how you deng gods are loyal to the Lord? A group of white-eyed wolves that you don't know well."

Thain looked at Yobol with very speechless eyes:
"Supervisor, why don't you suggest to the master to expel our lamp god, I put my hands on my head, and even raise the lamp to vote for you."

Lorna also chuckled:
"Add me another magic lamp."

"You! You! Hmph!"

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

She turned her head and said:
"Immediately send a message to the Temple of Thunder, requesting Somra...forget it, Somra is also a lamp god, requesting Lord Cedros to return to the front line.

We must consider the possibility of a dragonslayer mutiny. "

"Yes!"

Just as the messenger released the messenger magic, the dragon slayer on the see-through atmospheric screen suddenly turned his head to look at the sky.

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

The dragon slayer snapped his fingers lightly, and bandages all over the sky rose from the transparent 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 a little bit of lightning quickly circled around her hands.

Facing the bandages on the screen, she said in a deep voice: "Tu Long, 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 information is also a capital offense?
Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, you are a titan, no punishment applies.

Tsk tsk, as expected of a Titan, he is really selfless. "

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

This seemingly simple scene is not simple at all.

The perspective atmosphere is only a level 1 air magic, but the dragon slayer uses the perspective atmosphere as a coordinate to release the level 7 magic gate of another dimension without triggering a magic riot.

It's the equivalent of stuffing a whale into a pufferfish's ass without the pufferfish exploding.

Such a blatant show off, Jopol boasted that he could not do it.

But she was not the kind of person who would succumb to the opponent's strength, so she gave the dragon slayer a hard look, sat down angrily, and asked loudly:
"Do you think I will be afraid of you because of your strength, seniority, and great contribution? Tell you, it's impossible!
Today you must give us Titans an explanation, otherwise, don't think that I will let you go! "

"Pfft~"

Sean didn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Yobol glared at him fiercely immediately:

"Why are you laughing? What does it matter to you!"

Thain's face was serious: "I'm sorry, I remembered a happy thing."

"what's up?"

"My wife Lorna is pregnant."

"Pfft~~" Even Lorna couldn't hold back anymore.

Yue Boer glared at Lorna again: "What are you doing? Your husband Sean is also pregnant?"

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

"Hahahaha! Wife, I was just joking."

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

"Um?!"

"Hahaha, I lied to you, why are you as stupid as a supervisor."

Thain and Lorna looked at each other and laughed at the same time, the air was full of joy.

"You! You!"

Yopol was so teased that she almost laughed out loud, but she wanted to maintain her majesty, her eyebrows trembled, her chest trembled, and for a moment she didn't know whether to laugh or continue to get angry.

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

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

"My lord, Dragon Slayer, I repeat, I need an explanation.

Why would you run to the enemy when the undead are clearly coming from no good? "

"It's nothing. It's just that I found an old friend and went to catch up on the old days."

The dragon slayer waved his fingers indifferently, and said frivolously:
"By the way, I found out the purpose of the undead army for you."

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

"You'd better not inquire about it.

All I can tell you is that they didn't come to trouble us, we just happened to be in the way.

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

"Go around? Where are they going?"

The dragon slayer shrugged.

"Who knows? They just wanted to find something in Bracada. Maybe they were lucky and found it not long after entering. Maybe they didn't find it all the way to Thunder City, so they have to search in Thunder City."

"Impossible!" Yobol categorically denied: "I am now the lord and supreme commander of Lighthouse City, and I will never allow Diya's undead to enter His Majesty's territory wantonly."

"Whatever you want, just don't pull me." The dragon slayer waved his hand and said:
"Let me tell you in advance that I am a demigod who assists in suppressing the outbreak of chaos. The undead are creatures of order and are not under my jurisdiction."

Yobol was not angry this time, she just stared at the dragon slayer with extremely cold eyes, and asked word by word: "My lord, do you want to run away? Have you made up your mind?"

The dragon slayer shook his head contemptuously:

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

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

As I said just now, I'm going to see old friends.

If your brain hasn't turned to mush, then 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 I am even older than His Majesty the God King.

So would you like to guess how old my old friend is? "

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

Yobol ignored the dragon slayer's warning at all, and retorted firmly.

"Amazing courage." The dragon slayer clapped his hands appreciatively: "Then I will wait and see."

Hearing what the dragon slayer said, Lorna quietly said
At this moment, the mage who had been staring at the see-through atmospheric screen shouted nervously:

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

"What's going on?" Yobol frowned and walked to the screen, looking at the screen.

The mighty Necromancer has been neatly divided into two halves at this time, and they are lined up in order according to their strength, and they kneel down neatly on the ground.

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

A thick layer of black cloud came from the seaside along the path made by the undead soldiers, slowly but firmly hitting the iron wall. Under the black cloud, a dragon-headed skeleton man who looked extremely old was slowly advancing.

The whole body of the dragon-headed skeleton man was brown and yellow, and the exposed bones on his face and body were covered with dense cracks and various potholes, as if they would break at any time.

At first glance, this dragon head skeleton looks like a rotten bone buried in the loess for many years.

On closer inspection, it looks more like it.

However, there is such an aura of invincibility in the body of the dragon head and skeleton.

Behind the dragon-headed skeleton, there are vampires wearing night gowns and crowns, zombies holding ominous sledgehammers, corpses holding books, and death knights in full armor...

Those mythical arms that are proud of the world are like servants, not daring to surpass the dragon head and skeleton.

Finally, the Dragon Head Skeleton finished this section of the road, and the sense of oppression on his body also reached its peak!

The dragon-headed skeleton waved lightly, and a gigantic skeleton rose from the ground in an instant.

The skeleton continued to extend in the air at an extremely exaggerated speed, and in an instant, it formed a super giant bone arch bridge that spanned the entire Lighthouse City defense area.

The Lighthouse City is vast and sparsely populated, and the Lighthouse City itself, plus the city defense areas of its sub-cities at all levels, fully includes two mountains and three rivers.

But the vast bone bridge spans all of these!
Yobol's pupils shrank.

"What divine power! This cannot be something that a demigod can do.

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

"Being able to 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 existence in the entire Diya, the lord of the dracolich, Death Dogosos.

Unlike most of the gods on the ground who rely on the power of Yasha's tears to achieve gods on the ground, Dogosos already had enough contributions to confer gods before he obtained Yasha's tears.

It's just that he is not satisfied with the god position he can get after becoming a god.

So he in turn injected the power bestowed upon him by the goddess into Diya's Yasha's Tears, making the cemetery power one of the top powers among the nine powers in a very short period of time.

It is precisely because his own strength has reached the level of a god, even if he does not rely on the power of the kingdom of God and Yasha's tears, he is still the top powerhouse in the world.

The strong are always privileged.Neither you nor I have the ability or qualification to stop him by force.

Only His Majesty the God King has the right to decide what attitude to take towards him. "

After listening to the words of the dragon slayer, Yobol murmured in astonishment:
"Since that His Majesty is here, why do they still go around us?
If he wants to, he can move our city and all our troops to the ground at any time..."

"That's why I said don't block."

Dragon Slayer explained:

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

The reason why he brought such an undead unit was just his habitual display of units, which meant the same thing as the thunderbird's buttocks and the unicorn's head shaking.

Undead, there are no muscles to shine, so just light up the bones.

The [Earth Gods] of the nine major forces have a so-called rule among themselves, and they cannot set foot on territories that do not belong to them.
And it is not a violation of the rules for him to walk in the air with his troops. "

Jopol raised his hand and raised it high.

As long as she swung her hand down vigorously, countless spells aimed at the air would bombard the seemingly defenseless undead.

But she was so stiff that her hands were raised, 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.

The gods can only be solved by another god.

"Hiss~~"

Yobol let out a long sigh of relief, and said to the communications officer beside him:

"Immediately, report everything that happened on our side to the Temple of Thunder.

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

"Yes!"

……

……

An emergency meeting of the Grand Council was quickly called.

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

At this time, no one would say stupid things like "It's unreasonable, how could this dirty undead enter Bracada".

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

He is a god who walks in the world. In fairy tale novels, he is an existence of the level of land gods. If the gods do not come out, he is the top of the world.

Before Al Zeus made his statement, all the congressmen did not dare to take any action against the undead army, and could only let the undead army go deep.

"Quiet!"

Eschael knocked hard on the table, making the people who were discussing all of a sudden focus their attention.

He frowned and asked:

"According to the information we have received.

The lord of the dracolich will appear in our Bracada this time, because in our Bracada territory, someone is stealing the supremacy of the undead rules.

According to the meaning of the Temple of Thunder, the top priority now is to find the culprit that caused all the problems.

Stealing the authority of the undead is definitely not an easy task. If successful, those who operate all this will definitely get a huge reward.

But I can tell everyone with certainty that none of us, including our Great Council and Thunder Temple, have received any information in advance.

We, Bracada, have no reason to take risks that we shouldn't take for the greed of one or some ambitious people.

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

Eschael looked around, but no one came forward to admit that he had something to do with the authority of the undead rules.

All he could do was shout out:
"Everyone present, who has clues about who stole the authority?

You don't need to do it yourself, just providing clues is enough.

Those who can provide reliability will receive contributions from the Great Council and the Temple of Thunder at the same time.

This is a rare good thing. "

Seven pigeons: ...

I have a reliable guess that is close to ten, and I don't know if I should say it or not.

At this moment, Eschael turned his attention to Trotha.

Trossa coughed, but stood up helplessly, and said:

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

It's not that we are afraid of those undead, it's not that we don't have the ability to kill those undead, and it's not that our lord surrendered to the dracolich lord.

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

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

Don't play the kind of cleverness that thinks you can get away with it.

That's a little cleverness regardless of the overall situation! "

"That's it!"

Pickjem slapped the table hard, looked at the crowd and asked:
"Which guy is it? He is too courageous! Even dare to steal the authority of the undead, this is something our Great Council will never tolerate!

It's still too late to confess now, but if we find out about you, things will be different. "

Seven pigeons: ...

Qige looked at Trossa and Pickjem with deep and indignant faces, and silently gave a thumbs up in her heart.

Two brothers, I can only say that it makes sense for you to become legends.

Seeing Eschael looking at him, Agaid coughed twice, poked Qige with his elbow, and then the old man leaned back on the back of the chair.

Qi Ge immediately stood up and said seriously:

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

I think that those who can steal the authority of the undead must be someone with considerable weight and strength, at least, they must start as legends.

In other words, the prisoner is probably among us.

Then, I can first rule out the Crown of Trotha and the Crown of Pickjem.

The loyalty of these two princes to Bracada is well known, and they definitely would not do such a thing.

At the same time, my teacher, Grand Speaker Eschael, Her Majesty Dairis, and Her Majesty Fafona can also be excluded.

The reason is the same as above.

Please discuss the remaining candidates. "

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

Of course he could guess Pickjem who stole the authority of the undead, but so what?
Now report Pickjem, if Al Zeus directly throws him out as an abandoned child, wouldn't the undead withdraw?

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

The undead army led by the false gods wanders in the Bracada territory, and a full-scale battle at the 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?
The army of undead wandered around Bracada a few times, and it would be able to collapse Bracada's already crumbling economy.

Originally, Bracada's economy was only a straw away from an avalanche, but now it is directly crushing a mountain.

As long as the mountain does not go away, why should Qige worry that Bracada will not die?

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

The more Al Zeus moves, the more information Seven Pigeons can gather about him now.

It would be best if he could fight the dracolich master.

……

As it should be, the correct answer is excluded from the beginning, and no matter how you check it, you can only find out the wrong answer.

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

When leaving the venue, Seven Pigeons stood beside Troza and Pickjem, silently listening to their serious analysis of the suspects.

From time to time, a few words were solemnly inserted to express their approval of their views, and the scene was very harmonious.

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

Three days later, Pickjem finally had an incident.

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

Pickjem bought the undead dragon from the cemetery, following the path of the undead traitor Modo.

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

After the undead entered Bracada, Pickjam did what every bad guy does—shut up.

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

This kill can ruin a big deal!
For the players, it doesn't matter if they die, but Pickjem habitually cleans up those players who have delivered goods to him.

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

That's because wild monsters can't be spawned, good missions can't be done, and troops can only be slowly accumulated.

Now, the hatred will grow bigger.

The laundered players of the Shadow of Death Guild were outraged and turned into self-destruct trucks.

They used various means to rush to the main city of Bracada, and spread the news that Pickjem bought bone dragons, ghost dragons, and many undead units.

After these messages were collected and sorted out, they were transported to the Temple of Thunder.

So, just when Pickjem thought he was safe, he was quietly followed by the Thunder Temple to his underground base, and everyone got all the stolen goods on the spot.

The undead power issue that had plagued the Grand Council for a week has been resolved.

……

……

Pickjam walked above the thick thunderclouds, his face haggard.

Behind him, a large group of Titan troops are firmly fulfilling their obligations, keeping a close eye on him.

Soon, under the escort of a group of Titans, Pickjem saw Al Zeus who had turned into a mage.

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

Seeing Pickjem being escorted in, he asked casually:
"Pickjem, tell me, what's the matter with stealing the authority of the undead?"

"Report to the Lord! This is how it happened."

Things have come to this point, Pickjem naturally has no luck.

He told the whole process from the accidental discovery of the gargoyle by himself to the purchase of the bone dragon to create the witch spirit gargoyle dragon.

At the end, Pickjem 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 Wu Ling Gargoyle Clan and the progress of all the materials I have studied to you to pay for my sins."

"Well, that's it." Al Zeus said softly:
"You opened the Demigod Cloud Road by relying on the Wuling Gargoyle.

Break it yourself. "

"From...from what?"

Pickjem raised his head in disbelief, and said anxiously:
"Your Majesty, I really didn't intend to hide it before.

I didn't report it because I didn't make any decent results, and I was afraid that you would look down on me.

I am the first natural level 7 unit in the history of Yasha, very valuable, I am willing to dedicate all of it, as long as you agree with me to complete the research.

Your Majesty, forgive me, forgive me. "

"Enough is enough. I know."

Al Zeus comforted softly:
"Whether you conceal it intentionally or you are loyal, it has nothing to do with me.

We don't have so many undead in Bracada to make you witch spirit gargoyles, this race is not suitable for us.

That is to say, the benefit I will get from sheltering you is not directly proportional to the risk I have to bear for it.

Therefore, you have to cut off your path and hand over the witch spirit gargoyle to Diya, it's that simple. "

Pickjem's face was ashen as if struck by lightning.

After a while, Al Zeus smiled slightly and said:

"Well, I'm still sorry for you.

If you don't want to break your path, I'll give you another choice. "

With a light wave of his hand, he opened a hole in the thunder cloud.

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

I promise, after you get out of this hole, I won't blame you for the past. "

Some light came back to Pickjam's eyes.

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

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

So Pickjem bowed three times to Al Zeus, and said bitterly:

"My lord, I will always be your most loyal servant. It's a pity that fate tricks people.

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

Pickjem stood up abruptly, and rushed towards the gap between the clouds resolutely.

Click!
The scissors in Al Zeus's hands suddenly closed, and the clouds also closed suddenly!

Pickjem bumped headfirst into the thundercloud, and did a big somersault on the spot.

"Ouch!"

"You really dare to go."

Al Zeus raised his neck slightly and looked at Pickem coldly.

"Hit me to death."