Interstellar Reaper

After Alman sent Lieutenant Colonel Asina Brosnan away, he returned to the house, and Wells was still staring at the book in his hand without taking his eyes off it.

Alman has served as Wells' adjutant for a long time, and his long-term cooperation is enough for him to understand Wells' temperament. Although the major general seems reticent and cold, it is difficult to get along with, but in fact...it is indeed difficult to get along with.

He is cold to everyone, and one who is not careful may even be frozen by his eyes.

But as long as you have a reason, he will listen.

"Major General, what should we do next? Do you need me to arrange the return trip?" As an adjutant, Arman's job is to help Wells arrange the schedule and arrange the time reasonably. In other words, this job is a secretary.

"When will Kirstin and the others arrive?"

Although he really didn't want to see that Miss Anstice, Wells couldn't leave his cousin alone because of her when his cousin was also here.

"Perhaps you should contact your family first to report your safety. They are very worried about you." Arman felt that the major general had a problem with human relations. If it wasn't for the background of the Adnett family, Wells would have wanted It will not be possible in another 100 years to be promoted to the current major general by relying on military merits so easily.

Wells only remembered after he reminded him, as if he hadn't contacted his family after waking up.

It was all because of the habit of having a specific contact once a month, and this month he had already called.

A trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, but there was no change on his face. Wells, who was still cold, nodded slightly, took the book in his hand, and went back to the room to contact his mother.

When he saw his mother in the communicator, Wells felt a little bad in his heart.

Sure enough, before she started talking, Mrs. Adnett on the other end of the communicator was already crying, but when she cried, she didn't cry loudly, but silently, with a pair of green eyes that were exactly the same as Wells's. Eyes brimming with tears looked at him like jewels.

It's like you've done something outrageous.

Wells knew very well that his mother was a woman who cried too much. He had seen her cry countless times, but he still couldn't be immune to it.

His father was the same, which may be the common denominator among the men of the Adnett family.

"Wells, they all said that something happened to you. Mom is really worried. Mom wants to see you, but your dad just won't let me go..." Mrs. Adnett looked at her son with distressed expression, if It's not two places apart, she will definitely take her son off and check it carefully.

Don't think this is just hyperbole, Mrs. Adnett would really do it.

Although he said this sentence countless times and Mrs. Adnett never listened to it, he still wanted to say, "Mother, don't cry, I'm fine."

Leaving aside how Wells would appease his tender and crying mother, the Lord of Darkness finally turned his attention away because of their boring conversation.

Family ethics drama or something, it's really boring.

The picture displayed by the magic mirror shifted around the room. The book exuding a faint negligible dark energy was originally completely unable to attract the attention of the Lord of Darkness, but there is nothing interesting for those who are interested. , he reluctantly looked at the black magic book that seemed to have a little connection with him.

【That is……】

The magic book is made by writing a magic liquid on the paper that can carry the magic power. The liquid is usually the blood of some kind of precious monster, and most of the writing is the skin of the monster.It has always been a treasure carefully treasured by magicians.

The black magic book is what most magicians are afraid of. It has the power of temptation. Magicians with weak willpower will be attracted by it, learn the dark magic in it, and degenerate into shameless black magic. Master, and most of the black magic books are made of the blood and human skin of the dark race.

But the dilapidated black magic book in front of him, Wells couldn't tell what material it was made of, but the Lord of Darkness could tell at a glance that it was the skin of a banshee.

The banshee has a beautiful and charming appearance, even if their voice is really ugly, but their own charm is enough to make many males covet, and their number is extremely rare, so among the dark race, they still have certain preferential treatment.

The Lord of Darkness remembered that most of the maids in his castle were banshees, so he was very familiar with that sense of temptation—this may be the reason why banshees were not considered powerful in the dark race and did not become an inferior race s reason.

[There is someone who used the banshee skin to make a magic book and left it in the world...] It seems that his subjects don't get along so well.

A universe has both positive and negative sides. From the beginning of the universe, the two supreme gods have divided the scope of rule. The God of Light owns the positive universe, and the Lord of Darkness owns the anti-universe. The races they each created are within their respective universes. With consent, it is not allowed to enter the universe on the other side.

Although the God of Light has abandoned the positive universe, it can be said that as long as he is willing, both universes are under his jurisdiction, but the Lord of Darkness is very aware of the differences between the two universes. In the positive universe, only humans and undeveloped intelligence are left. The beasts, as far as their personal abilities are concerned, they are not opponents of the dark race at all, so except for the messengers who harvest souls, he does not allow other dark races to enter the positive universe.

But now, it seems that some ants are breaking the rules he set and provoking his authority.

The angle of the corner of his mouth was cold and bloody, never a good god, the Lord of Darkness felt the need to make these disobedient ants understand that it was unwise to provoke their god.

That would bring, perhaps, the extinction of the entire race.

The envoy who was in contact with his former colleagues was slightly embarrassed. The envoys who had the same thinking felt the same feeling at the same time. They obviously did not have five senses. It could only be that their Creator was angry.

Silently reducing their sense of existence, the emissary only hoped that this unexplained anger would not affect them.

Time has passed too long, and the timetable recorded by the messenger shows that their creator has been asleep for more than 1000 million years. Unfortunately, the servants who once served him basically cannot survive this age.

Ever since the master fell asleep, he has cut off contact with all the dark races, and no one can find their existence anymore. The emissary glanced at the list dug out from the debris pile, and finally his eyes fell on the only one who might not have died of old age. guy.

Blood Prince Ulrik and Lich Artesus.

The former is the castle's steward, and the latter is the castle's doctor—although the Lord of Darkness doesn't need a doctor, there are other dark races in the castle after all.

These two are undead races, as long as there is no special reason, basically they will not die. After thinking about it, the messenger decided to contact Cappadocian, since he is a competent steward, and the servants have always been concerned. under his management.

The magic pattern representing the connection was spinning in the air, and the messenger quietly waited for the other party's answer, but after a while, the magic pattern was still spinning, but there was no response.

Could it be that its inference is wrong?The other party has also hung up?The envoy pondered for a moment, then finally cut off the connection and switched to another guy.

Although just looking at the appearance, the lich and the messenger are very similar, both of which are floating in translucent black robes, but just like the skeleton frame under the black robe of the lich, under the black robe of the messenger, apart from the dark lord who created them and themselves In addition, no one knows what it looks like, and there is still an essential difference between the two.

All liches are research freaks, which can be seen from the origin of their race.

In their eyes, everything in the world can be studied. Even when they occasionally face the Lord of Darkness, this kind of thought flashes through their red flame-like soul eyes from time to time.

[I didn't expect to see you contact me actively. Are you finally willing to cooperate with my experiment? 】The skull-like lich's two soul fire eyes were shining with blood-red light. Its evil appearance can scare away all human beings. It looked straight at the messenger, making no secret of its desire to use the other party as an experimental material.

That's why the messenger didn't want to see it.

[Never think about it. ] He unceremoniously rejected the other party's proposal, and the messenger said without hesitation, 【Do you know what happened to Ulrik?I can not reach him. 】

[Ulrik?He fell asleep a long time ago. 】Although they don’t care about worldly affairs and spend most of their time immersed in various experimental researches, liches also have their own sources of information, which is completely different from messengers who have no contact with other races at all.【You know the internal It's not so peaceful either, my lord has been sleeping for too long, their ambitions have expanded in time, and they are finally made public. 】

[Say the point. 】The mysterious guy is really annoying.

[The other three of the thirteen blood clans started the war while Ulrik was asleep. Even though he woke up in time to stop the expansion of the war, he was seriously injured by one against three, plus other The clan looked on coldly, his clan suffered heavy losses, and has now closed its external contacts. 】