But you had previously said that the Artificial Death Sect was not trustworthy! Mirera almost had an arrhythmia. He wanted to speak, but was glared with majesty by Shia Eggs, and he suddenly lost all the courage to resist.

"...Don't worry, no matter whether I can come back or not." A fleeting smile appeared on Xiya Eggs' face, with relief and joy. "The way to death will give birth to a true strong man, who can be more strong men."

Mirera immediately understood everything. He made an anxious whine, and tried hard to break free from the queen's hand, fell to the ground, and kowtowed one after another, causing his forehead to collide with the marble floor.

He felt the pressure exerted on his throat disappear, and immediately said loudly in an old and hoarse voice:

"You are the emperor of Bailang, the only emperor!"

“No matter what you become, I will dedicate my life and everything to you!”

"I wish your Majesty a triumphant return!"

He closed his eyes tightly, kowtowed hard again, and shouted:

"I wish your Majesty a triumphant return!!!"

Xiya Eggs' movements stopped for half a second, and his always sharp and cold eyes softened for a moment. Then, He bypassed Mirera and strode towards the open balcony behind the other party.

The breath of death surged, and thousands of spiritual bodies crawled respectfully at the emperor's feet.

He returned to his former calmness as ice as he had, reached out his hand, and picked up a scepter inlaid with black iron and gold from the hands of the spirits who had fallen to the ground at his feet, which was engraved with the indestructible laws of the Bailang Empire.

The other hand took out a white lantern with a dark red light. The wick was a flower with a mouth, and the light was a round red fruit growing from the mouthpiece of the flower, like a moon.

The lantern emits a vibrant and unusually bizarre red light.

The saint-level bones rose from the shadows at the feet of the Queen, and put on a luxurious shawl of pure black. The shawl was embroidered with silver threads, and the ice disasters and blizzards were sewn with gems and crystals. The cracked earth was outlined with gold threads, and the falling sky condensed all kinds of apocalyptic disasters on this exquisite and beautiful shawl.

The shawl seems to have endless temptations, tempting people to pick it up, put it on, master the power to create those disasters and become its slaves.

Only, He did not wear a crown, because Bailang's crown had long been taken away by the colonists in the war, which was a shame that could never be forgotten.

The skeleton dragon flew out of the spiritual world, pulled the gorgeous and noble chariot and stopped in the sky outside the balcony, roaring silently to the sky, and faint pale flames burned in its eyes.

Shia Eggs stepped on the windowsill and stepped onto the emperor's chariot. He looked down, looked at the people and ministers who were kneeling on the ground in a dense manner, and then pulled the reins hard, allowing the undead flying dragon to rush into the spiritual world.

Mirera fell to his knees until Shia Eggs left, and he hurriedly stood up, raised his almost uncontrollable body under the majesty of the emperor, rushed out of his study, rushed towards the hall where the crowds gathered, and shouted:

"Come all the sinners in the prison!"

Facing everyone's somewhat dull eyes, he roared again:

"Whether you are a death row prisoner or not, take it out! If not enough, go and catch it now! Block the city square and prepare to hold a sacrificial ceremony for Her Majesty the Queen!!"

...

"I can deal with the artificial god of death."

At the moment he entered the spiritual world, He responded seriously to Serah:

"Turn the artificial death god to the southern Hagati grassland, at the junction with the mountains, where I will intercept it."

"Seah, please help me! As the Pale Emperor, swears that no matter whether I win or die, from now on, the Spiritual Cult will be the most loyal ally of the Rose School, and we will support every battle of yours!"

About a second later, Serah's words were like golden land answered:

"OK."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiya Eggs suddenly felt the indescribable haze that was shrouded in his heart began to quickly move away.

"The great god of death, the many ancestors and emperors of Bailang, and the father who has returned to the arms of death... Please give me blessings."

"Please bless your unscrupulous descendants!"

He finally took a deep look at the direction of his country. The bone dragon flapped its wings and the emperor's chariot quickly passed through the brightly colored spiritual world.

He quickly headed to the deserted forest at the junction of the mountains and grasslands, and faced his own ladder to the gods or die without hesitation.

...

Klein hid in the belly of marine creatures and quietly waited for Azke's arrival. At this moment, Renette Tinicol appeared in front of his eyes.

The messenger lady had three heads on her head and one in her hand, which looked more vivid than before.

She poked out her empty left palm, grabbed Klein's shoulder, and took him directly into the spiritual world, and quickly shuttled through.

Among the various colors of the stack, Klein returned to reality just a little dizzy and found himself on a reef.

Renette Tinikol's four heads glanced at each:

"Already..." "Safe..." "After..." "Remember..." "Pay..."

After saying that, she disappeared as if there was something important.

I could still do this... I had known that I would let the messenger take me away in this way... However, looking at her current condition, it seems that it is not very good. This should be a form and method that she would not normally use... While sighing, Klein put the extraordinary characteristics of the "Prince of Light" into his pocket, leaving only "Grossell's Travels" outside.

He was happy to find that Seniore's blood had splattered on the cover of the travel notes, holding his beautiful expectations that he might get a powerful secret puppet, and successfully escaped from the melee. Klein was in a pretty good mood.

He was about to look at the surrounding environment and confirm his current position. Another palm was poked out and grabbed his shoulder.

Klein was startled and looked around, and found that it was Mr. Azker who was here.

Azk grabbed his shoulder and took him into the spiritual world, running quickly in the layered and bright colors.

...In fact, I was already safe... Klein's mouth twitched for a moment, and he didn't say this.

He chose to remain silent and waited quietly for dozens of seconds. On the deserted island in which sea area, Klein and Azke quickly outlined the edge of the beach.

Klein was about to speak, but Azk's brown eyes, wearing formal clothes and top hat, suddenly became deep, as if they were connected to a dead and dark world.

Azk seemed to have seen something, and suddenly showed an extremely shocked and surprised expression.

I don't know if it was Klein's illusion, but he seemed to see a hint of fear on Azke's face.

TBC

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Misconceptions about thinking:

Why do you have to choose from the conditions of the night? Why do you have to listen to her?

Xiya: His grandma, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, die if you die. Who is the believer of Death? I win, a 2+1 angel king, I lose, the artificial Death took my brain and continued to be the 2+1 angel king, I win! Kill!
Chapter completed!