"Coordinates 3219.5406 encountered stubborn resistance and urgently need air fire support."
"This is Gunship 104. The request has been received. The coordinates are confirmed to be 3219.5406. We are adjusting the trajectory. The bombardment will begin in three minutes and will last for one minute to cover an area with a radius of two kilometers. The shells are cluster high-explosive bombs. The shock wave and fragments produced by the explosion will be very dangerous. Please evacuate the red area in time."
"Got it! Thanks, bro."
"You're welcome. As the higher-ups said, there's plenty of conventional shells this time, and some special weapons. I have to say, this reminds me of my days in the Air Force bomber formation. It's fucking awesome."
"Hahahaha! Who says it isn't? This is the real war. The blood and fire, destruction and death we expect."
"Yeah, is there anything more addictive than the thrill of revenge? That damn guy led a group of NPCs to kill me once, so I will kill him ten times, a hundred times."
"That's right! I heard that Skull Face can be resurrected like us, so let's guard him and kill him over and over again until he breaks down."
Accompanied by various sounds and shouts coming from the long-distance communication equipment, the aerial gunboat, which had been redesigned and improved several times, finally began to show its power.
They are no longer like previous airships that can only fly over the enemy's head and drop mechanical bombs with a low hit rate. Instead, they are equipped with a new generation of small electromagnetic cannons developed.
Among them, airships with huge payload and better hovering stability are usually used to occupy important air positions and then deter, control and provide heavy firepower coverage to a large area around them.
Faster aircraft take advantage of their high-speed maneuverability to continuously patrol along a certain flight route. Upon receiving a request for support from the ground, they will immediately rush to the scene of the incident.
Once within range, the shooters will enter the fuselage on both sides and the protruding rotating turrets below to carry out close-range bombing and strafing of the target.
Among them are large-caliber twin-fire electromagnetic guns that are specially used to launch cluster bombs and incendiary bombs, as well as slightly smaller-caliber high-speed rotary machine guns similar to the Gatling structure that rely on kinetic energy to penetrate the target.
Of course, this "small caliber" is only relative.
According to the ammunition standards on Earth, the diameter is basically between 40 and 60 millimeters. Electromagnetic afterburners are used to accelerate large-mass solid shells to eight or even twelve times the speed of sound.
If it hits an ordinary person, that person will almost instantly explode from the middle and turn into flying flesh and blood. It is a powerful weapon that can shock a person to death even from several meters away.
In addition, since the needle-like structure at the front end of the shell has been simply enchanted, it can be regarded as a +2 weapon, capable of penetrating the magical protection and deflection force fields formed around the bodies of many powerful creatures.
Once air superiority is gained, these aerial gunboats can completely launch a dimensionality reduction attack on ground units.
The top-level undead warriors wearing golden enchanted armor, the demon army, and the alien insect species in the Great Tomb of Nazarick were annihilated wave after wave under their terrifying firepower.
You have to know that these are not cannon fodder that can be continuously transformed from corpses through necromancy magic. You can produce as many as you want as long as there is enough time.
They are the core defense force of the entire guild. In the Tree World game, they are mainly used to resist large-scale invasions from players from other guilds, constantly consuming the opponent's vitality, magic points, various potions and scrolls, etc.
In other words, each of these high-level cannon fodders has the ability to at least cause damage to full-level players.
Once you die, it will take a lot of money and resources to replenish.
But now, they are like an elite infantry corps in modern warfare without any anti-aircraft weapons, and they have no way to deal with attacks from the air.
They could only watch helplessly as they were torn to pieces by cluster bombs, artillery shells and rotary machine guns covering a huge area.
Many players who have served in the military know very well what it means to have air fire support, so they never engage in head-on confrontation with targets that can pose a huge threat to them.
After discovering the situation, they immediately called for the gunboat and quickly retreated to wait for the bombardment.
Only after a round of brutal saturation attacks will they rush forward to slaughter those small groups of enemies that have been left alone.
Prince Terror and his army of alloy cockroaches died miserably under such tactics, and they failed to pose even the slightest threat from beginning to end.
Just as the players were using the high maneuverability of the flapping-wing aircraft to clear out all the enemies in the forest who had not had time to retreat back to the tomb, the weapons experts in the floating city of Plantia had already discussed trying out a "new toy" first.
After all, they invented and created so many things during this period that they were overwhelmed.
It's like a master who is proficient in the art of torture suddenly gets a victim tough. He looks at the hundreds of torture instruments on the shelf and doesn't know which one to use first.
"I think we should use super-large bunker busters.
Once this thing is fired, it can penetrate at least two or three hundred meters underground and eliminate all potential threats near the entrance.
According to the concept of defensive warfare, the enemy will definitely deploy a large number of troops on the first floor to block the attack. "
A weapons expert suggested with interest, stroking his chin.
Another weapons expert shook his head and retorted: "I think the bunker buster may not be very effective.
Don't forget that this huge underground tomb is actually an alternate dimension, divided into at least ten levels.
According to previous tests, ordinary explosions and energy releases are difficult to transmit across space.
So I think we should first deploy a fully automatic, intelligent, unmanned suicide-destruction corps.
These little things are low in manufacturing cost and available in large numbers. They can search for enemies on their own and rush forward to detonate the energy bombs they carry to cause area damage.
It also has an exploration function, and can draw the places it has passed through into three-dimensional images and transmit them back.
As for the properties of the energy bombs they carry, considering that the enemy's main force is mainly undead and demons, it is most appropriate to carry positive energy."
“Why make so much trouble?
Wouldn't it be better to just throw a magic nuclear bomb?
I don't believe this damn big tomb can stand it.
It's a good opportunity to test whether this thing can blow through the barriers between spaces."
Another weapons expert stepped forward and expressed his opinion.
There is no doubt that his "nuclear-friendly" speech instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.
Even Vanessa, who was a lich, couldn't help but twitch her mouth, thinking that this guy's idea was too dangerous and extreme.
Can a magic nuclear bomb be thrown casually? If this one is thrown, several human countries around will be 100% destroyed. The chain reaction and ecological disaster caused by the explosion may affect the entire continent.
In the end, as expected, the expert's opinions were opposed by everyone present.
Are you kidding me? You finally got a perfect weapon test subject, and you actually want to kill him?
So many of our departments are hoping to make their inventions known and gain more resources.
Although the Plantia floating city as a whole is a super large scientific research institution.
As long as there are resources on the planet below them, they can basically take them without restrictions.
It is not necessary to apply for funding through layers of approval by stupid politicians like when doing scientific research on Earth, and often have to face protests and opposition from ignorant people who don't even understand what science is.
But who would complain that their department has too many resources to mobilize? Especially those top resources that the floating city's world does not have, such as divine blood, divine power, magical specialties from other worlds, etc.
Finally, after a series of arguments and bargaining, many weapons experts finally came up with a list of thirty pages, listing various weapons and equipment in order, and prepared to release them one by one in order.
If Old Bone saw this scene, he would probably be so moved that he would cry and shout, "Thank you so much!"
Unfortunately, he still knew nothing about this and was hiding in the throne room in the deepest part of the tomb with shock and fear. He looked through the magic mirror at the dragon army and aerial gunboats wreaking havoc on the surface, as well as the players rushing towards him in flapping-wing planes in search of the enemy.
Until now he still hasn't figured out that he had just won the war through strategic deception and surprise attack not long ago, and was still carrying out an extermination massacre against the armies of those human countries, and an undead empire was about to rise from the ground.
But how come the situation took a turn for the worse after just a dozen minutes, with a huge city floating in the sky and many modern thermal weapons that should only exist on Earth suddenly appear? Most importantly, Old Bone saw with his own eyes that many of the guys he had killed in the raid were now alive and kicking.
Infinite resurrection?
Is the other party also a player?
As soon as this thought popped into his mind, he fell into endless fear and despair.
As a former gamer, Lao Gutou is well aware of the players' terrifying killing and destructive power, which will become stronger and stronger with the passage of time. It is truly the fourth disaster.
Although he himself is also a player, he has the ability to revive infinitely.
But the question is how can one player beat thousands of organized players?
What's more, these guys in front of us not only have the advantage in numbers, but also have all-round crushing advantages in technology, mobility and firepower.
"Can anyone tell me what to do now?"
Lao Gutou asked the senior NPC who had just spent a large amount of reserve funds to revive in the lobby.
You have to know that the losses caused by this defeat and retreat are not just the wealth consumed by the resurrection in the warehouse.
There are also many top-quality weapons, equipment, and powerful world items left behind by former guild members when they retired.
When he thought of this, his heart couldn't help but bleed.
After all, these things carry the few happy memories in his failed and miserable life, and are his last spiritual and psychological sustenance.
But now, everything has fallen into the hands of the enemy.
Whenever he saw the players' delighted faces after picking up these things through the magic mirror, Lao Gutou felt like he had been NTrated, with an indescribable sense of shame and anger.
But the problem is that he is powerless to do anything about it now. He dares not even show his impotent rage, for fear that his inner cowardice and incompetence will be exposed and he will be despised or even abandoned by these NPCs in front of him.
But unfortunately, all the guardians fell silent this time.
Be it Demiurge, who was known for his cruelty, cunning and inhumanity, or Albedo, who usually liked to put "lowly humans" on the edge, or Shalltear, who thought that all humans were food, now they all became mute.
Others like Cocytus, who were not good at speaking, knelt on the ground motionless like sculptures.
Aura and Mare, brother and sister, were ambushed by a high-level professional player due to their carelessness and were killed instantly. They were now in a state of extreme shame and were too embarrassed to say a word.
This terrible silence undoubtedly made Old Bones, who was already very nervous, even more uneasy.
Just as he was about to repeat what he had just said, a loud noise suddenly came from above his head between the thrones.
boom!!!!!!
Instantly, everyone present felt a violent vibration; even the hanging portraits, the surrounding statues and the chandeliers on the ceiling fell down and shattered.
The maid who was cleaning was staggering and couldn't even stand steadily.
"What's going on? What happened? Did the enemy break in?"
The guardian of the first to third floors, Shalltear, was the first to stand up and summon her followers to question him harshly.
"Lady Shalltear, this is bad.
The first floor... A huge bomb suddenly fell on the first floor near the entrance, and the moment it exploded, it released terrifying divine energy.
The army of undead creatures we deployed on this floor was almost completely wiped out in an instant.
Except for a very few lucky people who were far away and managed to escape, there is no resistance now.
Not only that!
The other party also released a large number of very strange-shaped mechanical structures.
If they detect a moving target, they will immediately charge forward and self-destruct, releasing holy energy that is enough to destroy the undead."
A horrified vampire bride reports the situation to her master.
From the large areas of burnt black on her face and arms, it can be seen how deadly this kind of attack with positive energy attributes is to the undead.
"A huge bomb? The first level of the Great Tomb of Nazarick is more than a hundred meters underground. How could a bomb fall in there?" Old Bones stood up suddenly and asked.
But before the vampire bride could answer, another rather lazy and unfamiliar voice came from a distance.
"Is there even a need to ask? Of course it's a bunker buster. Don't tell me that you, who come from modern society on Earth, don't even have this basic common sense about hot weapons."
Before he finished speaking!
The diary slowly walked out from the darkness with a playful and mocking smile on its face, completely ignoring the guards around it and the guardians not far away.
"Who are you? How did you get in?!"
A terrifying red light instantly shot out from Old Bone's eye sockets, and he immediately nervously cast a protective magic on himself.
It is not difficult to see from this reaction alone that the so-called spellcasting and combat skills he has developed in the game are actually quite low-level.
Except for a very small number of defensive and strengthening magic that can be maintained for a long time, the act of consuming a large amount of magic power as soon as meeting someone is basically no different from suicide.
If a spellcaster of the same level saw this situation, his first reaction would be to delay time or directly cast teleportation magic to leave.
Wait until the duration of your advanced protective spells expires before teleporting back.
Repeating this two or three times can consume all the protective magic that a legendary wizard has memorized that day.
However, considering that Old Bone's casting method is not spell slots but magic points, he does not need to prepare spells in advance. As long as he has learned them, he can use them at will in battle. He is obviously much stronger in flexibility and adaptability.
But wasting a lot of magic power so easily is undoubtedly quite stupid.
After all, no matter how many protective magics you put on, there is a high probability that they will be taken away by the Great Disintegration in one shot, and everything you have done before is completely meaningless.
Therefore, the truly strong ones in a spell duel often counter each other's moves, competing in spell recognition ability, counterattack, casting speed, the amount of magic they master, and the use of various super-magic techniques.
Old Bone's habit of putting on a lot of protection and buffs is probably because the Tree World game does not have spells that seriously destroy the balance, such as Sundering and Imprisonment.
Just think about it. If a game was added with a gadget that could instantly strip away all spell effects on an opponent, or even permanently destroy advanced weapons, equipment, or artifacts, many players would lose their temper and quit the game if they encountered it once.
There are also many unscrupulous guys who like to mess with people's mentality. They do nothing but chase after players with top-level equipment and enlarge their power to split them.
As for the confinement technique that can lock people up forever, it is almost the same as being temporarily banned by the administrator.
It might be possible to make it into a rare world item, but it would definitely not be distributed to all players for them to learn and use.
Otherwise, if the mages of the entire server carry out a few large-scale imprisonments, thousands of imprisoned players will leave directly.
The diary has the same memory and some of the same thinking methods as Zuo Si.
He knew very well that the spell lists of the guys in front of him had been greatly weakened and incomplete. Even if they rushed up together, they could not pose a threat to him. So he calmly stepped on the broken chandelier on the ground and walked to a place less than 20 meters away from the throne. He stopped with a smile and mocked: "Tsk tsk, your stupidity and stupidity really opened my eyes. No wonder you can do a series of inexplicable and idiotic operations. Didn't I tell you the answer in what I said just now?"
"You lowly maggot! How dare you insult the Supreme Being? Go to hell!"
Albedo instantly flew into a rage and rushed forward, intending to tear this human-looking intruder into pieces.
But just as she rushed forward to launch an attack, a partition like crystal glass suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the diary.
The next second...
Bang! The sharp blade hit the transparent crystal hard, and all the impact force was instantly rebounded, causing the attacker to fly in the opposite direction without control.
As long as there is enough energy stored, neither physical nor magical attacks can penetrate it and hit the other side.
Just as Albedo's face showed an expression of disbelief and she was trying to adjust her posture in mid-air, she suddenly saw the diary stretched out its right hand at lightning speed, grabbed her ankle, and then threw it hard to the ground between the thrones.
Boom! She fell face down and created a huge human-shaped hole on the ground.
Fortunately, he was wearing black armor with extremely high defensive power, so he did not suffer any serious injuries. He just vomited some blood when the violent collision occurred.
But before Albedo could recover from her trance, the huge disc behind the diary quickly opened, and more than a dozen tentacles emerged from it, removing the armor on her body with a very skilled movement in less than five seconds.
Even the clothes inside were torn to pieces, leaving only a few pieces of cloth covering the key parts, and they were forcibly fixed in a very shameful posture.
"Hahahaha! I love enjoying wild and rebellious horses like you."
The diary pinched Albedo's delicate chin and licked her face with its tongue. Both its actions and its eyes were full of naked and undisguised aggression.
Although he often gives people the impression of being lazy, lustful, keen on enjoying and venting desires in front of Zuo Si, he is actually an absolute monster and devil in the eyes of outsiders.
Although they do not have strong destructive and destructive tendencies, they often do some cruel things because they have no moral bottom line to restrain them.
For example, right now, this guy's mental state is very excited, and he obviously wants to perform an R-rated action blockbuster in front of everyone.
Because whether it was Albedo's fierce resistance or the fact that she raped and took possession of his "wife" in front of Old Bones, it could give the diary an extra boost of excitement.
"Are you also a player from Earth like me?"
It was obvious that Old Bone had no time to care about a mere NPC at this point, but he finally reacted and tried to confirm.
Since he has already accepted his identity as an undead creature in his heart, he has no desire in this regard. He also doesn't think there is anything wrong with letting his subordinates sacrifice a little in order to obtain more useful information.
"Player? From Earth? Haha, you don't seem to understand your current situation yet."
The diary showed a very contemptuous expression, and controlled the tentacles to gently brush across Albedo's fair and smooth skin. Some of them even drilled into Albedo's torn clothes, instantly making the latter's muscles tense all over her body. She opened her mouth and wanted to curse, but another tentacle stuffed into her mouth and she could only make a whimpering sound.
Soon, tears of humiliation flowed from her eyes.
"What's the meaning?"
Old Bones was completely focused on the conversation at the moment, so he didn't notice the situation and reaction of his chief steward.
The diary laughed and asked back, “Do you think you really traveled through time?
From a human being to an undead character in the game? And with all the NPCs in the guild? Have you ever wondered why you can seamlessly change from a normal human thinking mode to the monster that kills without blinking an eye?
Also, why was there a hundred years between the players and guilds that came before you?
If these people are all players who did not log off when the server was shut down, then what is the reason for this strange time distribution?
That's why I say you are stupid and incompetent, and you never thought about or doubted any of this from the beginning to the end."
Hearing this, Old Bone's mind instantly went into overload. He didn't even try to refute the comments about being "stupid and incompetent", but instead frantically tried to find answers to these questions.
But the more he thought about it, the more frightened he felt. He seemed to vaguely see a huge black hand behind the scenes controlling everything.
He and the players who had come before were nothing more than pawns being manipulated by the other party.
After realizing this, Old Bone's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. After several minutes, he raised his head and continued to ask, "Who are you? Why do you know so much? What exactly happened to me?"
"You want to know the truth? Then show some sincerity."
The diary grinned with an extremely evil smile, and cast its gaze towards Albedo, who was firmly fixed in place by the tentacles beside it, and whose eyes revealed the desire to be rescued by the "Supreme One". The implication of its words was self-evident.
"What do you want?"
Old Bones probed in a very cold tone.
At this moment, he was completely dominated by the selfish and cruel nature of the undead, and did not have the slightest emotion as an intelligent creature.
“I only have two requests.
First, you and the entire Great Tomb of Nazarick must completely obey my orders and domination from now on. In other words, you must be my dog. Second, all the women here will be my harem from now on, and I can ask them to provide services at will.
Well, that’s simple, isn’t it?
And I promise that as long as you do the above two things, you can not only know the truth, but also escape the fate of being destroyed.
Otherwise, the Plantia Floating City will use all kinds of weapons to completely raze this place to the ground, and you will also be permanently killed and can never be resurrected. "
After saying this, the diary suddenly released the terrifying power of the artifact in its body - the Broken Demon Crystal.
The next second...
The entire space between the thrones began to sparkle with dazzling sunlight. Thousands of crystals that made up the Magic Crystal Tower rose from the ground, directly surrounding all the NPCs, including Old Bones, from the inside.
The overwhelming feeling of suffocation and enormous pressure made them have no doubt that if they made the slightest movement, they would be immediately engulfed by the massive amount of spells and destructive energy.
You have to know that after Zuo Si had undergone several rounds of upgrades and merged with a floating city, the power of the Broken Magic Crystal controlled by the diary was no longer in the state where it could not even defeat the Ten Towns of Icewind Dale.
Quite the opposite!
He can summon this magic crystal tower structure anywhere, to block and isolate the opponent's attack, or to surround the target for attack and seal.
Old Bones reached out a hand and gently touched the magic crystal tower beside him, silently evaluating the terrible power contained in these mysterious crystals and comparing them with the most powerful world items in the game.
Finally, under the incredulous gazes of many NPCs, he knelt down with a thud and performed the standard island nation's prostration ceremony.
"I accept these two conditions. From now on, the Great Tomb of Nazarick will obey all your orders."
"Hahahaha! Great! I like people like you who know how to act. Now, let's celebrate by doing some healthy exercise."
After saying that, the diary took off its clothes and waved its tentacles.
As for Old Bones, he took the initiative to give up the throne on the high platform, and called all the maids over, allowing Diary to vent his desires unscrupulously.
No matter how these female NPCs screamed and begged, there was no response at all.
He even had a band play to entertain the audience, without any sense of shame at all.
Because of his undead characteristics and his intense fear of death, he lost his dignity as a human being and tried his best to please the powerful man of unknown origin in front of him.
Or perhaps the cowardly, humble, and compromising old man at the moment is his truest side in the real world.
Just as the diary was enjoying its long-awaited "feast" deep underground, Igwilfu, who had been in a coma for some time, finally woke up.
The moment she opened her eyes, she immediately saw Zuo Si sitting on a chair on the balcony not far away, enjoying dessert and tea.
As a subconscious first reaction, the witch queen immediately wanted to activate the instant teleportation spell to escape.
As a mortal recognized and even favored by the will of the abyss, the two most powerful spell-like abilities she possesses are instant teleportation and wishing.
But what made Igwilfu feel unbelievable was that although he had clearly come up with this idea in his mind, there was no sign that the spell was taking effect.
Not believing it, she tried it several more times, but the result was the same.
Not only the spell-like abilities, but even the spellcasting ability that he was so proud of was completely lost.
Without his strong vitality and defense like the most powerful demon, he couldn't perform even the most insignificant zero-ring trick.
In an instant, Igwilfu fell into great panic.
Because she simply couldn't understand why she couldn't use magic and spell-like abilities.
Is this a dead magic area?
Or is it that I am wearing some kind of magic-forbidden object?
After checking from head to toe, Igvirv found nothing. He only felt that the magical energy in the surrounding environment seemed to be different from any plane he had known before.
There is no doubt that for a mage, there is nothing more terrifying than a sudden and disruptive change in the spellcasting environment.
Just look at how many arcane spellcasters went mad, committed suicide, or died when the magic network collapsed on the continent of Faerun, and you will understand the seriousness of this situation.
However, Igvilv was obviously not one of those psychologically fragile guys. He immediately began to try to integrate into the spellcasting environment of this world and rebuild his own spellcasting level.
This is also the most commendable aspect of the top mages in Toril's universe.
They will not lose all their power due to changes in the casting environment, but can integrate into any magic system through observation and learning, and then convert their previous casting level into the casting level of that world.
But unfortunately, before Igwilfu could successfully absorb energy from the surrounding environment, Zuo Si turned around and said in a slightly playful tone: "Don't waste your energy, dear witch queen.
Shane VII went to a floating city far away, so there is no magical environment here that is connected to the universe you are familiar with.
If you want to adapt to the new environment here and successfully transform your spellcasting level, it will take at least several months to half a year.
You didn't think I would give you that much time to prepare, did you? "
"You took me to another universe?"
Igvirf suddenly stood up from his chair and looked out the window at the starry sky, trying to find something familiar.
After a full minute, she finally sat back in her resigned chair to her fate, staring with two gloomy and vigilant eyes and asked: "What do you want? Imprison me here forever? Or do you want to kill me?"
Zuo Si smiled and replied, "No, neither, I am just waiting.
After all, what you see now is actually just a projection, and I don't have the ability of a planeswalker.
Therefore, many things cannot be done.
Once the main body wakes up from hibernation, we can completely turn enemies into friends.
After all, I am a bit of a collector.
For a legendary wizard like you who is both famous and powerful, we will always welcome anyone who comes."
"What do you mean? You want me to work for you?"
There was a sinister and cunning light in Igvir's eyes.
As a madwoman who is extremely fascinated by the abyss and demons, she is undoubtedly the representative of chaotic evil and does not care about going back on her word or breaking the contract.
It would be ideal if I could deceive this big devil in front of me by pretending to surrender, and then find a chance to escape.
"Almost. But the implementation may be a little different from what you imagine."
Zuo Si instantly saw through the witch queen's little thoughts, picked up the teacup, calmly drank the boiling hot tea in it, and then gently put down the empty cup.
Just when Igwil was about to ask for more specific details, he suddenly felt a heavy blow on the back of his head. His eyes went black and he fell straight onto the carpet, falling into coma again.
The one who knocked her out was none other than the Golden Princess Lana, who had just completed a massive purge of the capital and ordered the massacre of hundreds of nobles, corrupt officials, and gangsters.
This blonde girl with a sweet face and smile now had a beautiful white Gothic dress stained with blood. In one hand she held a bloody dagger and in the other she held a metal scepter.
Although she still had an angelic smile on her face, her entire body exuded the aura of destruction, killing and death.
Needless to say, it was the latter who knocked Igwilfu unconscious.
Lana smoothed the long hair hanging by her ears with her bloody hands, walked straight to Zuo Si, put down the dagger that had turned completely black and red, knelt on one knee and kissed the back of his hand affectionately, then raised her head and let out a moan from her throat that was enough to make any man have endless fantasies.
“Oh – this feels so good!
Great and supreme master, thank you for giving me great power and this opportunity to fully unleash my desire for destruction.
The curses, wails, pleas for mercy and cries those guys uttered before they died simply elevate my entire soul.
I can clearly feel the excitement, excitement, intoxication and joy that arises in my heart.
Especially when he stabbed the dagger into his sisters' hearts with his own hands, the shock, astonishment and disbelief on their faces were truly unforgettable.
The only regret was that he could not execute his father and two brothers personally.
But it doesn't matter, I have already made them sign their names on the contract to sell their souls."
After saying that, Lana stuck out her tongue and licked the blood spots on her lips and cheeks. She fell into uncontrollable excitement, and her skin all over her body turned a congested pink, until she let out a satisfied moan once again.
There is no doubt that she is hopelessly corrupt and is completely unable to satisfy her twisted and sick heart through normal behavior.
Only by destroying those things that symbolize beauty in the eyes of ordinary people can the golden princess obtain a double climax both spiritually and physically.
"It's fine if you like it. But don't go too far. I don't want you to turn into a chaotic demon."
Zuo Si gently stroked the girl's cheek and warned her.
Lana nodded lightly with a ruddy face: "Please rest assured. I know my limits and where to get happiness from.
According to the plan, the entire kingdom now no longer has any significant force.
Do you think we can move on to the next stage?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Of course.
The floating city of Plantia had just arrived in this world not long ago.
You can use its power to integrate your kingdom, and then enjoy the game of war and conquest.
The first goal is to unify the human race.
I want to see how long those true dragon kings hiding in the dark can hide in the face of this rolling torrent."
"Understood. I will build a powerful human empire and conquer the entire world for you."
Lana gave her assurance solemnly.
As the sorcerer's level continued to rise, she had actually already become a complete devil under her human girl appearance.
Apart from the disguise of the transformation magic, not only does it have two protruding horns on its forehead, but it also has a pair of black wings behind it like a succubus.
However, Her Royal Highness the Princess has always disguised herself very well, and only a very small number of players know her creepy true face.
(End of this chapter)
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