In the city of glory, in the dark underground prison, the three-faced old man with dark green eyes looked at the blond young man suspiciously.
Myrobalan appeared casually, and in the dungeon room, a small dining table appeared. On the table, there were two bottles of red wine and two crystal clear wine glasses.
The red wine is Romanée-Conti wine that was extremely valuable before the Great Annihilation. It has a deep color and a light aroma of soy sauce, flowers and licorice.
"Bang..."
Myrobalan glanced at the wine bottle casually. The seal of the red wine cracked and the cork flew out.
A rich fragrance diluted the musty smell in the dungeon in a moment.
The corner of Gregory's mouth twitched:
"This is the treasure in my study. Damn it, I only have the last box."
Myrobalan nodded slightly and looked at Gregor with a smile:
"Yes, you have to know how to share, so you will have more taste, right? You took so many things from me, didn't you enjoy it too!"
The wine bottle slowly hung in the air and automatically flew to the top of the wine glasses. In the two glasses, the wine that occupied one-fifth of the volume of the glasses was slowly poured out, and then stood firmly on the small dining table.
The dark red wine looked darker in the dim dungeon, like blood.
Myrobalan reached for the cup and let the wine slowly swirl on the inner wall of the cup. Then, he put it under his nostrils and smelled it before gently sipping it.
Myrobalan nodded contentedly:
"Yes, yes, it is the best wine I have ever drunk. It's just a pity that I don't understand wine."
Immediately, Myrobalan went to get the second cup.
Gregory's slightly dry hand immediately took the glass of wine.
He stared at the dark red wine, and the four eyes on both sides of his head also stared at the wine sideways, looking a little weird:
"You came here uninvited, do you want to try to devour each other with me again?"
The old man's tone was somewhat sarcastic.
Myrobalan shook his head slightly, sighed, and poured himself a glass of wine:
"I don't have this idea. We have nothing to do with each other for the time being.
I admit, I was a little careless when I slept for too long last time and made you swallow a few more carriers. "
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The old man opened his three mouths and burst into laughter. The loud compound sound echoed in the dungeon:
"I propose that for the supreme glory of the Lord God, we drink this cup together!"
Myrobalan ignored the other party's sarcasm and poured the wine by himself with a calm expression. He drank the wine in the glass again, seeming to be immersed in the wine.
"therefore?"
Seeing that Myrobalan showed no expression, Gregory couldn't help asking questions.
"Haha, it doesn't matter. Isn't the current situation exactly what I originally intended?
Why should I be at His mercy?
Now that I have been sleeping for ten years, my separation has been basically resolved, and I am in perfect harmony. Isn’t it worth drinking and celebrating? "
Hezi tilted his head and looked at the old man with deep eyes.
Gregory did not believe a word of the phonetic information of myrobalan:
"If you really don't care, why did you try to fuse with me a few days ago?"
"That's just you making the first move and me reacting passively..."
"Then you came to this dark underground place to make peace with me?"
"Making peace? Haha, no, no, you're not qualified... To be precise, it's a farewell!
Don't look at the three old faces you have now, which are suppressed for the time being, but you know for yourself that maybe with just a little change, you will boom!
Haha... Don't you know that the number of times it can come together again after exploding is not infinite?
I've confirmed that I don't have much time left to see you, so I'm in a good mood to have a drink with you. "
The old man's eyes became more and more gloomy. The carrier in front of him carried too many things and knew more than himself. He had to find a way to devour the other person.
But it’s really a headache right now, and I really can’t see the direction to achieve my goals.
"Heh, the way you look at me doesn't look like you're looking at someone of the same kind, but rather like looking at a plate of steak..." Myrobalan drank calmly, but there was a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth:
"Didn't you say that day that our control over the world of Origin Spirit was weakening, so I made a special trip to the east to meet that guy, haha, it was very interesting.
You would never have imagined that your so-called thief was actually a little guy I had met several times. Back then, I discovered that he actually had five kinds of original magic abilities. More importantly, he was a wisdom warlock.
For safety reasons, I banished him to the world of source spirits, hoping that he would be annihilated.
Something unexpected happened. Not only did he not turn into nothingness, but ten years later, he actually escaped.
I struggled with him for a while, and he actually made me understand a lot of things, and even my soul became much more stable. "
Gregory raised his brows but did not reply, looking at Myrobalan suspiciously.
Myrobalan stopped continuing this topic and turned serious:
"I came here today to discuss something with you."
Gregory was a little surprised:
"Do you think I will negotiate with you? Are you thinking too much?"
Myrobalan ignored him and calmly threw out a message:
"In the world of Origin Spirit, I was entangled with the guy who had tampered with our authority. I remembered something. In order for us to survive and not become Him or His messenger, we must maintain a relative relationship. coordination, otherwise, everyone will be doomed.”
The old man's expression did not change and he listened quietly.
"What I remembered is very important. There are thirty-six carriers, and you and I are both one of them.
Now, including you and me, twenty-nine have been clarified, and there are seven left. I don't want you and me to fuse.
You should also understand by now that the more you fuse, the more stable you will be. At present, both of us are relatively stable, so it’s best not to continue superimposing easily.
Therefore, I try to awaken one of them and let them merge and become an independent individual, thus forming a stable relationship between the three of us. In this case, we may be able to coexist for a long time! "
The dark green eyes finally showed some fluctuations.
Gregor had indeed not figured out how many carriers there were, and he felt a little regretful about the number thirty-six. It was less than expected.
However, the other party's proposal, aside from other aspects, at least shows that the other party really wants to exist in the current relatively stable state.
It was because he didn't want to become a part of Him that Gregor betrayed him. Therefore, at this moment, he would rather believe that the blond young man's statement was true.
His only worry is that the other party will say one thing but do another, stabilize himself and then secretly fuse.
Didn't he say before that he allowed himself to temporarily fuse more carriers because of his carelessness?
Therefore, his eyes flickered:
"I can feel your sincerity, but this does not prove that you are not involved in it. Who are you planning to wake up? I want to watch from the sidelines."
"No problem. In fact, the guy who stole our authority from the East, I suspect, is the most important carrier."
"Um?"
Gregor's eyes suddenly widened.
Myrobalan's face looked a little ugly, and he shook his head slightly:
"At first, I thought it was because he understood the rules of the Origin Spirit World that he gained control of that world, but after a fight, I realized that I was wrong.
If the prediction is correct, he should be the only genius among the thirty-six carriers! "
"How is that possible? He is a warlock, a god or an envoy from the Eastern World. He will not choose those who have no faith!"
"Haha, you have no faith? Do you have fucking faith? I don't believe in the so-called God Lord either. What the hell are you talking about?"
Hezi suddenly burst into foul language, which was somewhat inconsistent with his graceful demeanor just now.
"Why are you so sure?"
Gregory was unmoved.
"Think about it with your pig brain, thirty-six, how many can you see?"
Gregory was unable to reply. The things he could remember were obviously less than those of the blond young man.
"The attachment, the keenness, the perseverance, the magnanimity, the loftiness, the reincarnation, the genius! Of the last seven carriers of humanity, I remember six of them vividly, but I just can't find the genius!"
"Do you know how long he has been practicing before he can deal with me in the world of source spirits?
That’s your home ground!
Your pig brain has never thought about why there is no wisdom mage among all the carriers you devoured and fused?
These are the reasons, you know? "
The old man shook his head, his six eyes a little dazed.
Myrobalan calmly threw out the message, his figure seemed to be in a daze due to excitement and anger:
"He has only practiced for twelve years, including the ten years he was exiled by me! I can be sure that he is the only one who carries genius, the wise mage!
His magic specialty is spiritual magic! "
Gregory instantly caught a logical loophole in Myrobalan:
"No, since he is a genius, wouldn't it be more stable if we let him devour the remaining six and the three of us stand side by side?"
Myrobalan turned his head and looked at the old man like an idiot:
“It’s a pity that simple-minded people always say stupid things.
If he could be awakened, would I fight with him in the world of source spirits?
He doesn't recognize this at all. I have used my ability to wake him up, but it's useless. The basic deterrence is not there. If I can't wake him up, he doesn't recognize it either. "
Gregor nodded rarely, not sure if he was admitting his stupidity:
"Are you sure you can't wake him up, or is he deliberately refusing to admit it?"
Myrobalan's face looked ugly and he shook his head slightly:
"I'm sure it can't be woken up.
I think, since we have a God Lord or His messenger in the West Xuan world, what about the East Earth world?
Are there people like this over there?
I suspect that in the Eastern Earth World, there are experts at the level of the God Lord who have manipulated the souls of geniuses. Since we cannot see through the identity of his carrier, it will be difficult for him to be fused by you and me! "
The old man's figure suddenly became upright, full of fighting spirit:
"This is blasphemy! I want to launch a divine war!"
Myrobalan laughed sarcastically:
"God War?! Fuck God War, I just want to live well. If you want to try it yourself, don't drag me along.
Once I have the chance, I really want to kill him and devour that genius attribute, haha. Then, with just a snap of my fingers, you, the traitor, will be back in my arms, haha..."
Gregor's eyes flashed, and he asked casually:
"Who is the Eastern Warlock and where is he? I want to take some time to see it."
Myrobalan seems a little alert:
"Why should I tell you that the habit of betrayers is betrayal? I'm worried that you and that guy will join forces to deal with me!"
After throwing out the message, Myrobalan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. With a wave of his hand, the wine glass, bottle and small dining table disappeared.
Immediately, his figure slowly disappeared.
In the dark dungeon, the dark green eyes were flickering, and the three faces had different expressions, as if they were making a difficult decision.
According to Myrobalan, if the warlock in the east is really a genius and understands the special swallowing spell when he wakes up, as a wisdom mage, if he deliberately pretends not to wake him up, then the other party will also have Probably intends to devour the remaining carrier.
It can be deduced from this that Myrobalan's decision is indeed a more feasible strategy now. Getting ahead of the genius and integrating the remaining carriers into one can be enough to compete with that genius and save himself and Myrobalan from shortcomings. Loss of control caused by unlimited devouring within time.
After a moment, his expression changed and he looked toward the east bank of the City of Glory, in the direction of the federal government's Capitol Building.
Myrobalan appeared there, and Gregor instantly understood who Myrobalan wanted to wake up.
The identity of the bearer was too sensitive. In the past, the old man had been worried that merging with the other party would cause chaos in the federation. Moreover, the other party's ability level was also limited, so he felt that it would not be of much help, so he always turned a blind eye.
Unexpectedly, Myrobalan was going to wake the other party directly!
Angus, the former federal president, has been reelected for two terms and has dominated the Xixuan Federation for twenty years.
In the past few years, it has been questioned by distrust due to the complete defeat of the Iasi War.
Later, the Murong family of the Eastern Daxia Empire broke away from the empire and invaded the Dongri Kingdom. Because of the fear of the federal government and the formation of a volunteer mage group, in addition to a large number of casualties in several years of war, the results were extremely limited.
As a result, Angus became even more infamous, and after his term expired, he resigned sadly.
After leaving office, Angus did not disappear from the crowd, but became a member of the Senate, becoming an influential expression and presence in the Senate for the interest groups he represented.
At this moment, the bald old man's originally rosy expression became frightened because of the sudden appearance of the blond young man in the office.
He found that he couldn't move or call the guards.
Angus turned pale.
