Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 489 Alliance (4k+)

"Ah, why aren't you talking? Are you mute?"

Donkey stood there and asked slowly. The hooded cultists behind him had not yet recovered from the battlefield environment in the dungeon. These people had used forbidden spells to a greater or lesser extent. Now they all had fierce glares in their eyes, and their minds and intellects were occupied by the price of using forbidden spells and ancient relics.

Kill, kill, kill.

They had only one thought and one idea, to kill Zahir in the crypt, snatch the ancient relics inside, and repay the Chaos Messenger who led them with blood and wailing.

"Also... since you want to seize the slate, why don't you hold a mass in advance and call upon the 'Cursive Chaos'?"

Donkey had no idea why these guys appeared in front of the stone slab without any preparation, and why they suddenly started fighting with Grand Duke Kurt.

"Even if the 'Crawler of Chaos' appears before us, we will use the most cruel means to punish the false god who betrayed the will of Chaos.

He is no longer the father god we worship and adore, but just a puppet at the mercy of other gods."

By this time, under the influence of the donkey, a certain high priest had recovered. He knew that the high priest had been away for the past two days and did not know the specific circumstances of the messenger's appearance, so he explained hatefully behind the donkey.

Oh! You little monkey, you are so arrogant!
The donkey turned around and glanced at his chief priest in disbelief, with admiration in his eyes. He hadn't been there for a few days, but he didn't expect that these idiots in the Beast Brotherhood would suddenly come to their senses.

"Please tell me more about this. I like it."

The donkey brought himself a chair, crossed his legs, and let the officiant explain the whole story from beginning to end.

The chief priest started by talking about how Liu Yonglu, who had become a messenger, revealed his identity in front of Ismail, how Chaos Fuxing "fell", how the Messenger opened the door of the Black Tower for them a few days ago, and finally gave them a great gift, confiscating the ancient relics in the crypt and kidnapping Grand Duke Zahir.

What a pity! We are not good enough to fight against Zahir. We almost got beaten. We are so ashamed of the messenger!
When it came to the key point, the chief priest stamped his feet and beat his chest, saying that he was incompetent.

The donkey was stunned. He really just came, why did he come so late? He also had to thank Liu Yonglu. Before, Liu Yonglu sprinkled several pictures of Calabash Brothers on the Cursed Island to attract him.

In just a short while, the fusion form of the Blood Mad God set its sights on him. Perhaps it was because of the bloodthirsty origin of the god, or perhaps it was because the three greedy souls did not know the donkey's strengths and weaknesses. Anyway, he was the closest, so he decided to give it a try.

The donkey also wanted to tease it, and the two chased each other, circling the Lost Sea for several times, and finally arrived at the Southern Continent.

The "escaped" donkey felt that his bookmark was being used on the road, and he was quite happy. Yes, Dou.Nivar, just use it, and I will come back to settle the score with you.

But he never expected that now in the Southern Continent, he had become a substitute, and Dou.Nivar had become himself.

This... The donkey looked at the dozens of believers in front of him and thought, I knew that even if you put your dozens of pig brains together, you couldn't come up with such an interesting idea.

After all this fuss, it was our own preacher on earth who did such a good thing.

"Then... High Priest, what should we do now? Should we go to the crypt again?"

The High Priest was the first person to join the order, and his abilities are quite impressive. Previously, the Beast Brotherhood was only slightly behind Zahir in the dungeon. Now with the High Priest, wouldn't they be even more powerful?
What are you waiting for! Just come back and kill us again! Sacrifice Zahir with blood! Dedicate all the ancient relics and glory to the Messenger!
This time, this group of cultists finally found something to do, and several chief priests started to make suggestions.

"Oh, no hurry, no hurry..."

Just like Ling'er, Donkey is also one of the few gods in this universe who looks down on stone slabs. He waved his hand and was not in a hurry to correct what these dozens of pigs were thinking. For Donkey, changing these people's minds or even crushing their skulls would only take a few minutes.

He wanted to see how his role as the "messenger" would continue.

Because at this time, Kurt had brought a heavyweight actor to the stage, who was very suitable to act with himself, the preacher on earth.

……

In the Upper Kurt Crypt, Grand Duke Zahir sat at the foot of the scrap hill and looked at his hands.

At this time, he only had two fingers left on his left hand. This time he suffered a heavy loss. Not only did he fail to kill Ricky, but a lot of his previous accumulation was also consumed. It seems that the time to start the Sun Chariot has to be advanced, because after Ricky escapes, his plan will definitely be exposed to Herama.

And the most hateful thing is...

Zahir turned his head and looked in the direction of the stone slab. A huge three-headed monster with ugly wings was lying beside the stone slab, guarding its treasure like a greedy dragon.

This monster appeared in the dungeon last night. At first, Zahir thought it was a god that could not be communicated with, and he confronted it with his broken body.

Fortunately, the other party's situation was not much better than his own. A deformed black flower bloomed on the back of the three-headed monster, and the flower seemed to have been sucking its vitality. At first, Zahir thought that the flower was part of the monster's body until he heard the flower's voice:

"It's... kind of interesting. Would you like to try harder?"

"One head is best, because you can decide how to move your body. Two heads are not so bad, at least they listen to you during the day and me at night. Three heads are a bit bad, because there are seven days in a week, who do you listen to on the extra day?"

"A bird, three heads, a Rilkos swims, a stink bird has two legs, a pair of wings, a tail..."

This strange black flower kept making sarcastic remarks to the monster, making it restless. The monster could only raise its head and bark anxiously, and from time to time it would stretch its neck and try to bite the flower on its back.

Every time this happened, a face would grow on the flower and move to another place before the head could bite it, leaving the monster empty-handed.

"Actually, if you turn into one head, you can bite me. Why don't you discuss it? Who should sleep for a few more days first?"

Heihua would occasionally give the monster some advice or suggestions.

But the three heads of the monster obviously did not trust each other, and each wanted to put the other to sleep, so the dispute could not be settled.

Zahir was thankful for the existence of this flower, otherwise he would not be able to deal with this three-headed monster by himself.

After who knows how many attempts, the two sides actually reached an almost absurd delicate balance. Zahir also discovered that the three-headed monster did not seem to be a pure god. It possessed three human souls and could communicate with it.

The old king, Prince Blood, and Pavlo in the body of the Blood God were also depressed to find that, at least in this space in the desert dungeon, they could do nothing about Zahir.

The other party has completely awakened the replication ability within the stone slab by sacrificing the blood of his own offspring for a long time. Zahir has plenty of flesh and ancient relics to squander.

"Ahhhh!"

The three heads of the Blood Mad God were raised together and wailed in pain. Bright red blood flowed from its open body and back. The monster rolled and struggled madly as if it was cooked in boiling water.

Grand Duke Zahir just stood up and looked at it coldly. This was the third time. Every time the monster tried to get close to the stone slab, the three chattering heads would temporarily fall asleep, as if they had returned the ownership of the body to Uwe of Rielkos.

Because this stone tablet is extraordinary, the forbidden knowledge recorded on it is absolutely not something that ordinary people can master, not even the old king, the blood prince and Barlov.

Although they had been through a lot and their souls had merged with the gods, the abundant knowledge of the gods still easily penetrated them like a thousand-foot-long ray of light. The final solution was to hand it over to Uwe and let the dormant Blood Mad God try to absorb the stone slab in front of him.

But unfortunately, this plan also failed. If the Blood Mad God was allowed to sleep for tens of thousands of years more, allowing it to recuperate and fully recover its lost power, there might still be a way. But now, neither the skin of the god nor the mortal souls trapped in this skin can do anything.

"You don't have to waste your energy any more."

Zaheer said calmly, he was a little panicked at first when he saw the monster was about to take the slate away completely, but at this moment, he also understood.

The knowledge and power contained on the stone slab are too vast. He cannot handle it himself, nor can the three-headed monster that suddenly broke in and called himself Rielcos Uwe.

"How long have you been researching? How long have we been researching? Why don't you tell us everything you know? Maybe you can provide us with some help."

Repeated attempts tortured Barov's soul. He raised his ugly face and tempted Zahir:
"Don't feel like you've been taken advantage of, because you can't imagine what you've been dealing with, an ordinary ancient relic?

Humph, then you are too naive. I can first tell you some secrets honestly. Sharing a small part of the knowledge of the gods recorded on this stone slab will make any mystic in the world ecstatic and bow down to you.

If you want to be a king, a pope or whatever, it's easy.

You, you are just an ordinary person, although I have to admit that you did a good job and even thought of a special way to offer sacrifices to please the stone tablet.

But you only have a small part of the ability you have. Keep your head clear. You have seen that we can try slowly, but you have no chance. If you continue to wait, it will not be of any use to you..."

"Old man, if you don't obey me, I can guarantee that the flesh and blood of your relatives will be hollowed out of their skin alive, and then I will eat them bite by bite in front of you..."

Zahir snorted and looked coldly at the head of the blood prince who threatened him. Relatives? Where did he get relatives from? For the stone slabs in the crypt and for the construction of the sun chariot, he had already given up everything. Now that the secret had been exposed, Zahir didn't care what kind of monster was in front of him. At least he had to fight.

The flesh and blood clones gathered behind him again and picked up the ancient relics that were suitable for them from the ground.

"Blood Prince, you idiot! Shut up!"

Barlov was furious. He simply could not stand these two stupid souls anymore. The old king was stale and the blood prince was impatient. Whenever it came to a critical moment, these two guys would always stand by and make things worse.

"Zahir, don't listen to this idiot! There is no inherent conflict of interest between us. If you want this slate, it's yours.

But I can see that you can't seem to control it either...

If you can master the tablet, there is no need to leave it in the crypt as a large relic that can only replicate ordinary items."

Although Barov said it lightly, he was arguing madly with the other two souls in his heart. In the end, the old king believed in his method more. Under their control, Uwe's strange and deformed body walked down the hill clumsily:
“Tell me your purpose, maybe we can help you.

This slab is only a small part, don't you know? I have a suggestion, let's study it together, my request is very simple. "

Having said that, Barov turned his head and looked at the black mark on his back with disgust.

"Look, look, be careful when pushing the Nima cart!"

Heihua continued to verbally attack Barlov.

“I need to get rid of this thing. Its owner, Chaos Fuxing, is also an unfathomable god. I think he is also in the southern continent right now.

Gotta hurry up, Zaheer.

We can help you with whatever you need to do. Then we can keep this slate for you, and we can get clues about other slates. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"

It must be said that Barov had been dealing with people on the Ship Graveyard Island for a long time, so his eloquence had improved quite a bit.

Grand Duke Zahir looked at the other party in silence, and it was obvious that he was also moved. He was already at the end of his strength. If these three monsters did not fight among themselves, he would definitely not be their opponent.

There is really no point in wasting time.

"I need to make something, and I won't leave this room until it's done."

Zahir knew that if he went out his strength would be greatly reduced, and the safest thing would be to stay here.

"No problem, then from now on, our cooperation begins."

……

"Ricky, what did you discuss with Prince Herama?"

On the main street of Oia at dusk, Liu Yonglu and Carol followed the locals' example and bought a glass of orange blossom water and lemonade and drank it while walking.

"The two sides are temporarily united. It's better to let him take charge than to let Zahir take charge. I guess Zahir would want to kick me into the mud when he sees me now.

Let's hold your wedding first. We thought it was quite troublesome before, but now, everything is simple.

As for Zahir, if he is capable, he will kick for Herama. If he is not capable, he will just fight a protracted war with Zahir.

After your wedding, we still have to go to the Lost Sea."

Liu Yonglu gave Carol a brief introduction. In fact, he and Herama had discussed many details in the past two days, such as how to deal with the solar chariot that the other party had already built.

But today... Liu Yonglu really wasn't in the mood.

Looking at Millie Tang and Yasmine who were walking and whispering in front of him, Liu Yonglu walked lightly. He came out today to buy some things in Oiya's mysterious shop, which could be considered a date for four people.

Serious business...let's talk about it later!

(End of this chapter)