Chapter 392 (1/2)
Long ago, lowett wondered why he hadn't died?
The great king of skeleton mountain must report such a thing
It's not a secret in the mage world, okay?!
(´- ι_-｀)
”Or you”?
How dare you believe that you have lived to this day by offending him so hard?!
It is not lowett who tramples on himself, but he knows very well that even the [black count], [Lord of night and dawn] and [School of the dead] in the peak period can't count on it!
”So her purpose of intimidating me is, as expected, just to grab the emperor's hand, devour the real world and fill her abyss.”
”But why did she know about it?”
”Do you know so much?”
Lowett took a deep breath.
”This shows that there is some trade between the great emperor and some masters of the dead sea... No, maybe just the mother of the abyss... There is some trade.”
”Let me find a new world for them, and then they will compete by means!”
On the white bone throne, the blue ghost fire shrouded half of lowett's face in the shadow.
”The second crossing is my initiative, which belongs to a spell accident. But why can't the first crossing be also active? It's someone else's spell effect?”
”The reason for the birth of the second crossing, the idea that I wanted to get through the way home was born, why can't it also be what they need?”
”Third point!”
Slightly pinching his left hand, lowett narrowed his eyes: ”trapped in the turbulence of time and space, the body is damaged and the soul dies. Why is there a body with high enough soul fit there to pull me out of the turbulence of time and space?”
”If it's not a coincidence, everything makes sense.”
”Because they determined this plan long ago and studied my soul long ago. The hardships I experienced and the identity of the Earl's son were involved in the dispute over the throne of St. Auckland magic Empire, which was also a part of their plan.”
”As they wish, I became the existence of 'the closest Saint ten under the starry sky' at a young age, granted the title and became the black count, and began to study space-time magic in an attempt to open the door of the underworld.”
”It's no coincidence that I was framed and calculated by those people. As a living person, I mistakenly entered the field of the underworld with groups of corpses and ghosts to survive, but I accidentally saw him and crawled back to hell for revenge.”
Lowett's expression was uncertain: ”the stronger the existence, the more inseparable from the world where they live. In this plan, they need a relatively weak chess piece, but their strength is too weak to position across the long river of time and space.”
Then he looked up at the sky.
”Am I talking, emperor?”
No answer.
But strangely, with these words, the sense of threat shrouded in him suddenly disappeared.
Lowett smiled bitterly, rubbed his fingers in the middle of his eyebrows, slowly put them down and held the white bone throne.
”No wonder you will choose the mother of the abyss to cooperate. The greedy old woman has great wisdom but no small wisdom.”
Because the emperor understood, what if lowett found out?