"No problem. You can suppress it and you will suppress it, right."
Arkadiza's answer made Wosolun stop for a few seconds and look at the eyes on his stomach. Those eyes were also looking back at the eyes on his head.
"Not sure. The cage built in my soul and body using necromancy has restricted the connection between this energy and any time and space. As long as I use necromancy to continuously transform it, theoretically, it can be solved."
"Including the mutation in the eyes, I also thought of a method."
The old vampire took out a bottle of blood from his waist, let the scarlet liquid wet his teeth, suppressed the worries and distracting thoughts in his heart, and continued.
"But that thing, the so-called god, really exceeded my expectations. I don't know if there will be any changes in the end."
"That's no problem. The magic school will be established in Laemia, and princes and princesses from all countries will be admitted first."
Alkadiza's new proposal made Wosolun's eyes widen, his gray bald head turned to the prince, and he made a clicking sound.
"You mean, those protons?"
"right."
The prince's answer was firm, and Wosolun saw firmness in his ebony-black eyes.
The protons of Lahmia are not ordinary people, they are all heirs of various kingdoms. Neferata used economic traps to force them to send them here for economic cooperation.
Send these future kings and queens to magic schools, and use magic to tie the kings of Nehekhara into Lahmian chariots?
For Wosolen, however, these details only meant more pressure on him, so he changed the subject.
"We can let the black special forces clean up the corrupted areas, but the ability of mortals to resist corruption is still too low."
As he spoke, the wizard picked up a blank piece of papyrus from the roll at his waist. Black writing and pictures appeared on the layers of paper along with thoughts and softly recited incantations.
"There are also vampires in the city. This is the main gathering place. We haven't converted many. Even if there is a second blood kiss, the number will not exceed fifty."
Putting the papyrus into Alkadiza's hand, Wosolun raised his head and saw the distrustful look in the prince's eyes, so the old vampire explained.
"I was directly exposed to the power of the gods over there, and that's why I became like this. Ordinary corruption has no effect on vampires."
He has been doing experiments for hundreds of years, and he has never seen chaos energy corrupt vampires. This encounter in front of the temple really gave him a lot of experience.
What refreshed his world view, apart from the power to destroy the world, was the mutation that appeared in him.
"Anyway, that's it. I need to gather the Black Agents together. The divine power that drives them now depends entirely on me replenishing them with mortal souls."
Wosolun's report gave the prince another headache.
"This is another expense for the soul."
He was holding his head in pain. Last night, thousands of people's souls were consumed. If this kind of consumption was to continue, it would be unacceptable politically and emotionally.
However, the power of Wu**te cannot be ignored. If the power of vampires can be incorporated, it cannot be abandoned. Also, the necromantic magic of Wosolun is the only one that can defeat that kind of demon at present, and it cannot be ignored. . ….
But……
"That's right."
Wosolun stretched out his claws and pinched the prince's chin so that his eyes could see him.
"So, we need a lot of souls. If what I just mentioned develops, we may need hundreds of thousands of souls a year. I really don't know how to do it."
This number made the prince feel his head swell more and more, and the scenery in front of him seemed to be darkened, he murmured.
"If the covenant still exists..."
"We all know that this is impossible. If there is a wizard in this world who can repair the covenant, it is Nagash."
Speaking of this, Wosolun suddenly said to Arkadiza.
"The mortal soldiers you just rescued from the military camp are of little use here. They are not needed to clean up the corruption."
"Even if other kings come to attack, it will be enough to leave a few thousand to cooperate with the U***s. Should we send an advance army north to cross the sea to conduct reconnaissance?"
Alkadiza fell into a daze.
Nagash? That usurper.
The prince's eyes drifted towards the amputated Neferata who was still lying on the bed.
Time passed quickly, and the city of Lamia, which had been burning with torches all night, was soon greeted by the scorching sun.
In the city, in the tavern near the palace, it was business as usual.
The owner of the tavern leaned on the stage boredly. There were many fewer customers today than in the past, making the store quite deserted. In the past, many people would come here to drink even in the morning.
Most of the few guests gathered around and made a lot of noise. Only a few people wearing white robes and carrying swords were left drinking on the other side.
"Have you heard? What happened last night."
From the crowd of guests came a voice that was louder than the others.
"Those who drank in the tavern last night, as well as those who were on duty at the dock and those who moved goods, were all recruited into the military camp by Prince Alkadiza. The whole city became brightly lit."
"I think it should be the monster that appeared during the search of the palace. I heard someone with some connections in the palace say that everyone in the palace was killed by that monster."
"Even the queen is dead."
These words made the people who were still chatting and drinking look at the person who spoke.
"The Queen is dead? Who is in the palace now?"
A man with his head wrapped in white silk said in surprise that this kind of thing that would cause drastic changes in Laemia's political situation would affect all aspects of the city, especially when the heir apparent was still young.
"An outsider is in charge, Prince Astri who is to be King of Khemri."
The drunkard with a loud voice shook his glass and said.
But the conversation was snatched away by another rather tall guy.
"Although he usually has a very good attitude towards us, and many good policies are said to be his suggestions, but he is already over fifty years old and shows no signs of aging at all. Maybe he has some evil spell. , yes, that monster!"
"I'm not sure, it was Alkadiza who was released. He murdered Her Majesty the Queen just to seize Lahmia, and then maybe merge the City of Auroville into that country bumpkin's Khemri."…
The other drinkers pushed him out of the crowd and expressed their opinions.
"I don't see it, the saints are standing beside him."
"Every queen has been cultivated by saints and priests. It is impossible for the saint to betray Lamia. He has not aged. Maybe he has the blessings of the gods just like the saint."
"Besides, Prince Alkadiza doesn't have the same attitude towards us low-class people as other nobles."
"Yes, I heard from an acolyte of the Blood Temple that the prince had been blessed by the goddess, and the final ceremony was going to be carried out recently to make him a messenger of the goddess."
"Messenger of the goddess? Does that mean he can also become a U***t? I heard that people who were blessed by the gods in the past can use the power of the gods to become U***t and manifest the gods. Shape."
"Don't you know that? Besides, you have read too many storybooks."
A guy with a haggard face and eyes sunken into his sockets smashed his wine glass on the table, stopping their conversation.
"No, no, no, it's not just these trivial things, there was a miracle at the Blood Temple last night."
At this moment, a rush of footsteps was heard by a few people amid the noise of the drinkers. Turning their heads, it was the men in white robes who had gathered around the person who had just spoken.
"Shut up! That's nothing
miracle! "
They pulled out the swords from their waists and approached the guy with black circles in his eyes.
The surrounding drinkers immediately stood up and surrounded the guy, preventing the man in white robes from approaching. Some of them even took out the daggers hanging on their waists.
"who are you?"
The bar owner roared angrily and went to get the tomahawk hanging next to the wine cabinet.
"Palace Guards."
As he spoke, the man in white robe showed off the blue and gold coat of arms under his clothes.
Everyone here was excited. Wouldn't it mean that people like them who talk nonsense should be arrested and put in jail?
However, the palace guards just pushed aside the crowd, holding up the guy who was almost slumped on the wine table and dragging him outside.
The palace guard who left last was responsible for explaining.
"Prince Alkadiza has given an order not to allow anyone to spread what happened last night. That kind of thing is very dangerous! Even if you just see it, you may turn into a monster."
As he said that, the palace guards patted the suspect's face.
"Since you saw what happened last night, come with me! The prince wants to isolate you, and Asaf's secret agents will personally guard you."
Hearing the words "U***te", he seemed to have a reaction. It was only after a while that he understood what the soldiers were saying.
"No? U***, guard me? Sir, is there something wrong?"
The man looked at him in panic. Although he didn't understand what the so-called power of the gods was, he wasn't going to be taken to be "purified" by the divine envoys.
He knew that Lamia's army would wipe out entire villages and towns on the golden plains outside from time to time. He would not be wiped out just like that. ….
But his verbal rebuttal was obviously tiring. The guards' hands were far stronger than his, and they held him to death.
"That's right, it's you."
The soldiers in white robes shouted, already dragging him out of the hotel.
"And you guys, if you find anyone who has watched the one last night, report it immediately!"
After warning everyone in the tavern again, the palace guards left one person to continue in the tavern, while the others escorted the newly arrested suspect towards the military camp.
After staring at the remaining soldiers uneasily for a while, the discussion started again at the wine table.
"Won't you arrest us? The prince must have taken the wrong medicine. No king of any country would allow what he said just now."
"I know you're still talking, so shut up."
"U***, isn't that something from a fairy tale book? It was you who mentioned it just now. Do you know what it is?"
"That's what I heard from the temple priest."
While everyone was discussing, the tall man who just talked about the prince and the queen drank all the wine in the glass and said to the others.
"If U***t wakes up... then the problem will no longer be with this prince. Moreover, the monster last night needs to dispatch U***t, which means that the city defense army cannot deal with him, so we have to worry about it. My own family."
"You used to be a city defense soldier, right? How dangerous is it?"
"I can't explain it to you, and I can't explain this to you either. However, I want to go see U***t first. They said they are at the military camp, right."
"When you say that, I want to go too."
Everyone in the tavern quickly dispersed in twos and threes with their thoughts on their minds, leaving only the guarding palace guards and the sighing tavern owner enjoying the smell of alcohol in the tavern.
In the slums far away from the outside of the tavern, there is a well-decorated bright yellow square brick house. After entering through the door curtain, you can hear the sound of the dice cup shaking.
Lamia does not explicitly allow things like casinos to exist, but if there is demand, there will always be supply. It is just that the suppliers change more frequently, and the profits in the middle are bigger.
At one of the gambling tables, all the gamblers at the table were worried
He looked at an old guy wearing a dirty patched robe with jealousy.
This rotten gambler didn't know what was wrong with him today. He was writing and drawing in a small notebook made of papyrus and cardboard at any time. In the end, he unexpectedly won a mountain of copper coins in front of him, and even gold.
"Why is he so lucky today? He always wins the bet."
One of the gamblers whispered, his voice full of jealousy and even hatred.
"It's not just luck, he's reading that book."
Following this voice, more eyes focused on the old gambler's hands. Even the fat man in exquisite silk clothes who had just come down from upstairs, the owner of the casino, also looked over.
A few hours later, in an alley next to the casino, next to the old gambler who had just died, the owner of the casino picked up the notebook.
Sure enough, the results of each opening are written on it, and before these results, there are crooked questions written on them, obviously written by old gamblers.
"What an idiot."
"There is such a good thing, but you can actually bring it to the casino to gamble."
With that said, the casino owner wrote Juanxiu's handwriting on it.
"Can you tell me the market conditions in the past two months?"
At the same time that the last word was written, a large group of charts appeared on the paper. Not only that, the paper automatically printed more charts without any wind, turning the page backwards to print more charts. It did not stop until more than ten pages. .
How can Tao survive when things perish?
