"I see."
Nesai answered after a few seconds, "Your killer organization wants to get rid of those who think differently from you. For example, Izaint."
"The killer organization wants to get rid of dictators. Like Izaint. And then Beelzebub. Maybe the order will be reversed."
Stretching the intestines and lining the tone slowly and calmly. But Nese felt his throat tighten up—the reason why he desperately wanted to find a reply in a very short time.
But this is obviously difficult to do - disputing that a demon is a dictator is like disputing that rain falls on the ground. To argue against Beelzebub being a dictator is like arguing against the existence of rain. Only deranged narcissists and supercilious thugs, or third-rate journal writers deconstructing addiction, can do it. But Nese has no doubt that if Zhante was faced with this, he would be able to cite 600 examples that prevent rain from falling on the ground and that do not exist in this world.
But he can't.
There seemed to be no basis for anything he wanted to say at this moment.
(Do I, his, mother understand?)
Forget what you want to say. He didn't have to fight back, gathering information was what was really necessary. He's already collected a few. Whether done alone or analyzed later with Willy Shaw, it will be of great benefit. But at this moment, he felt that it was too difficult to face the matter of stretching his intestines. That big figure is inexplicable and looks majestic.
[In view of the general environment,
From the perspective of a former human being, he never thought that behind the garbage-like undead creatures in the universe, there was something like this connecting them together. If he had any expectations for the outcome of coming to the Killing Domain, this should be the moment when his expectations had the least direction.
Regardless, he sensed something unbreakable beneath the surface of the baggy folds of the Grave Lord's belly and the oozing mud in his eye sockets. He couldn't break it either.
But no matter what, he couldn't leave yet.
"You are unresponsive. My lovely guest."
He looked at him with stern and dirty eyes. His back was facing the bow of the ship, and there was a very gentle bank. "Are your ears blocked, or are you acquiescing to it, or are the rumors circulating - as a person who once had a close relationship with him, you are actually tired of the Demon Duke's arbitrariness - really true."
"There is no such thing."
"Isn't there such a thing?"
"He helped me. Then we went our separate ways. It was simple." Not simple at all.
"How did he help you?" Shenchang·Ling seemed interested.
Nese felt the rain fall on the ground, it was hard to deny. Flashback fragments drip into the sea of memory. Ezaint transformed him from a human into a creature with the skin of a demon, and then turned him into a real demon. And turned the real devil into a guardian who lost contact with him. It was effortless for Ezhaint, but at least two of the three processes caused him to feel almost alive pain. Of course, he couldn't say a word about any of the three to the Lord of the Graveyard.
"Ezhaint Sinkardstu, how did he help you?" Shenchang Lin broke the silence again.
Like an arbitrary dictator. Like a devil with super abilities and eccentric personality. Haven't their judgments already come to fruition? What else could there be to ask?
"Without him, I wouldn't be where I am now." Nesse replied.
(Gem. Caterpillar.)
"This can have many different meanings." Shenchang Lin laughed and said, "I hope it's the one we're expecting." He tilted his head:
"Your expectations and our expectations. Today may finally come true."
(Expectation. He came here just for his expectation to win in this duel. Yes. Expectation. He expected to see the Demon Duke again, and that he was safe and sound. This is why he wanted to fight back where there was no point of retaliation. The reason. He can even imagine how Yi Cha would laugh at this remnant of human customs and habits——)
This type of thinking must stop immediately. use any
Anything can be interrupted.
"...Today. There are two days left." He muttered silently.
"What two days?"
"A funeral."
"Oh. Do you like this kind of thing? We go through several such procedures here every day - there are always some guys who like this kind of ceremony. There are also anti-funerals. But the most common ones are no funerals-"
The ship began to slow down. The saucer-like boat ran aground on the shore. They got off the boat, and the Graveyard Lord was still leading the way. The topic seemed to have easily changed to an irrelevant chat - now they were talking about how to drive the ghosts out of the kiln tunnel. This reduces stress. Where they stood seemed to be just another shoal. There was nothing nearby, but the view was still unobstructed.
They advanced for a while as if they were standing still, and an empty arch suddenly appeared in front of them. Through the tall arch, they could directly see the shoal on the other side.
But Nesse was certain that the room of blood and ashes lay beyond it. The door without a leaf exudes a presence that cannot be ignored.
Just as he thought, Shanchang·Ling stopped in front of the arch. He and his small talk stopped.
Dirty mud dripping.
"My guest, I sincerely hope you can understand and become our comrade... Of course, even if we don't get what we want in the end, I will still bring you here to meet our members." The cemetery lord looked at him. , seems a bit regretful.
"how?"
Nesse laughed - he originally hoped that this laughter would be stronger and be able to support the next words, "Didn't I already join you? Maybe those guys who are loyal to you are following my body to the main matter. Plane, turn all the creatures under my protection into creatures like you...well. Comrade - if you use your words."
"We won't do that."
"Why not?"
"We have no interest in expansion... Okay, my guest. Maybe you need a strong enough reason, maybe this one: the undead don't have that ability. You saw it."
"Psychics all have that ability."
"Yes, but this large cemetery cannot be separated from me for a moment."
"If you don't have the ability, don't take responsibility. If you can't provide a new order, then don't take the responsibility of breaking the old order. Demons are dictators. It's their nature. If you can't live with what they bring, To contend, it’s all just talk.”
He touched his face and looked at Nese thoughtfully.
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and wet the doorpost on one side.
"The New Order...you will know it when you see it." He chuckled, "You can actually feel its existence, and you are afraid that you will be affected."
The arch revealed a room where many undead stood around a round table. Looking at them.
