In RPG games, when an NPC sees the protagonist, they will come to him.

"Ah, brave man, this world is being ravaged by the devil, and we are enduring the pain and torture from the devil. His minions are rampant in the village. Please save us and drive away these terrible monsters."

After listening to the NPC's request, the protagonist thought about it.

"Wait a moment."

After saying this, the protagonist turned and left. After a while, he dragged a corpse to the NPC.

"I killed the demon king, so I guess the mission is accomplished."

“…”

At that time, what was the NPC's mood when he saw the corpse of the demon king under the protagonist's feet?

That’s how Badao Liuli feels right now.

"Is this...really the Grand Mage Tyrion...?"

Looking at the cold body that had fallen in front of her and was completely breathless, Tyrant Liuli felt as if she was dreaming. Or rather, even in a dream, she had not expected such an absurd development. The supreme ruler of the Black Sanctuary died just like that?

Could this be a stand-in or a fake?

Generally speaking, this is a very reasonable explanation, but since the other party has brought the body here, it is impossible not to confirm it.

"Is this true?"

Badao Liuli looked at Fang Zheng again, and the latter shrugged.

"How many times have you asked me this? How do I know if this guy is real or fake? I've never seen him before. This sissy came up to me and acted cool, and then I didn't like him so I killed him. God knows what this guy is. This is what he said when he introduced himself. How can I check his household registration?"

“…”

Although Fang Zheng's words were irritating, Badao Liuli had to admit that he made sense. After all, although the Black Sanctuary was notorious as a cult organization, the true identity and appearance of its top leaders had always been a secret. As for whether the man in front of him was really the ruler of the Black Sanctuary, Fang Zheng didn't know, and Badao Liuli wasn't sure either.

"By the way, I heard that you also captured a girl...?"

"This guy's grimoire, the Pnakt Codex."

Fang Zheng put down the teacup in his hand.

"I'm interrogating her now, hoping to get the location of the Black Sanctuary's lair out of her mouth. Then I can burn it all down. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Yuki."

Although she didn't know whether what Fang Zheng said was true or not, Badao Liuli could only nod and agree.

"Oh, leave it to me."

After hearing Badao Liuli's answer, Fang Zheng waved his hand and stood up.

"This body is left to you to chop, chop or burn as you wish."

After saying this, Fang Zheng turned around, pushed open the door to the living room and walked out. The deep dark shadow outside the door seemed like the mouth of a giant beast that completely swallowed his figure, and then the door closed heavily, making a harsh echo.

When Fang Zheng opened his eyes again, the originally luxurious and comfortable corridor in front of him had turned into a tunnel that seemed to be stained by dark mud. Smooth, sticky tentacles passed through the corners of the wall, pushing open the door in front like a welcoming guard. Fang Zheng walked in and saw a petite girl being tied to the meat in the middle of the turbid space that was like the body of a giant beast.

She was the girl who suddenly appeared and tried to attack Fang Zheng, and also the magic book owned by the great magician Tyrion - the Nakta Codex.

I never thought that magic books could be personified.

First the Necronomicon, then the Pnaktic Codex, and then what? The R'lyeh Codex? The Book of Giond? The Book of Eibon? The Corpse-Eating Cult?

Never mind. These are not important. We’ll talk about them later.

Fang Zheng shook his head, threw aside the strange ideas in his mind, and looked at the girl in front of him curiously again.

"Well, young lady, it's about time you gave up."

“…”

Hearing Fang Zheng's voice, the petite girl who was as petite as Al looked up and stared at him coldly. She looked very similar to Al, but the colors of their clothes were completely opposite. Al was wearing a white dress, while she was wearing a black Gothic dress.

But all this was meaningless, the girl was now being swallowed by the pillar that looked like a piece of rotten black meat, her limbs and body were slowly and steadily swallowed into the inside of the pillar, just like the stomach of a giant beast gradually digesting its prey.

In fact, if you make a cross-section, you can see that the girl's clothes have been completely dissolved, and the surface of the flesh tightly attached to her body is shaking with countless tiny, fluffy tentacles that keep shaking and sliding on the surface of the girl's skin...

"Where exactly is the lair of the Black Sanctuary? If you tell me, I can send the rest of the people on their way to keep your master company. Wouldn't it be lonely to be alone on the road to the underworld?"

"MASTER...MASTER won't be killed so easily!"

"But he has been killed, and even his soul has been devoured."

"That's just..."

Hearing Fang Zheng's answer, the girl subconsciously wanted to refute, but then she was suddenly startled and quickly closed her mouth.

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes and stared at her with a meaningful smile.

"Oh...it seems like there is something else going on? It doesn't matter, we have plenty of time...I will learn the truth from you..."

“…You can’t change this.”

Finally, Manuscript Nakkot spoke again, but this time, her voice was mixed with resentment and hatred.

"This is an eternal cycle, no one can escape... No matter who you are, it is impossible..."

"It depends on the situation."

Fang Zheng didn't even finish listening to the girl's words. He just waved his hand and left the room.

Behind him, thick and huge tentacles wrapped around the heavy door and closed it heavily.

At the same time, in a dark and mysterious space, there were also discussions about this issue.

"Is this true? Grand Mage Tyrion was killed?"

A sharp, clown-like voice sounded, expressing shock and grief in an artificial tone like a third-rate stage actor.

"It seems to be true. Even the magic book has disappeared. This is the first time."

Standing in the middle with his back to the shadows was a sturdy blond black man wearing a suit and standing upright. He reached out his hand, stroked his mustache, and spoke in a peculiarly rhythmic tone.

"So, what should we do? Without Grand Mage Tyrion, should we continue with our plan?"

"certainly."

The black man nodded.

"Even if we lose the Grand Mage, it doesn't mean that our plans for the Black Sanctuary will be terminated. Gentlemen, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we miss this opportunity, who knows when the next one will be... For the great C, we must complete our mission."

"So, how do we accomplish our mission?"

"Of course I have my own way."

Facing the reproaches from his colleagues, the black man showed a smug smile. Although it was true that Grand Mage Tyrion was the ruler among them, the Black Sanctuary was not ruled by him alone. Under Tyrion, there were several magicians who could also control the Ghostly Machinas to fight. For them, Tyrion's death was certainly a blow, but it also meant that one of them would become the new Grand Mage and rule the Black Sanctuary.

"But before that, we must react... The other party killed the Grand Mage Tyrion and did not take the Black Sanctuary seriously at all. Can you tolerate such a thing?!"

"But even Tyrion was killed. What can we do? Do you want us to die?"

A slightly younger voice spoke with a dissatisfied tone, while the black man chuckled and shook his head.

"Of course not. In fact, I think that Tyrion was most likely ambushed by the other party. After all, he didn't even use the Ghostly Mechanic to fight. So, it is reasonable to consider that he was ambushed and died."

“…”

In response to the black man's words, the dark shadows around him fell into silence. However, the surging evil power showed that this place was not as peaceful as it seemed.

"So, what do you think?"

Soon, another cold voice sounded.

“It’s very simple.”

The black man smiled.

"They killed Tyrion. This is a declaration of war against the Black Sanctuary. We cannot just ignore it. I have received information that the body of the Grand Mage Tyrion is currently in the Tyrannical Conglomerate. Since they have provoked the Black Sanctuary, we must also let them see our strength and let them know that we are an existence that they cannot resist!"

"……so?"

"We can launch an attack on the Tyrannical Conglomerate and take over the city at the same time. If the guy who killed Tyrion shows up, we can kill him - and the one who successfully kills that guy will be the new ruler of the Black Sanctuary, the new Grand Mage..."

Having said this, the black man bowed slightly to the people around him.

"So, what do you think?"

A slight noise was heard, and the sound of discussion echoed in the dim and empty space, but soon, the young voice from before reappeared.

"Wait a minute, we don't even know who killed Tyrion. Even if you say so, how can we identify the target?"

"It's very simple, everyone. We just need to catch the leader of the Tyranny Chaebol, that little girl. Since Master Tyrion's body is in the Tyranny Chaebol, I think that little girl must know who is the real murderer of Tyrion."

“…”

This time, the discussion became much quieter, but it never stopped. The black man looked at the scene with a smile on his face and reached out to stroke his beard.

It was obvious that he had seen the end.