The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 529 Excellent Conditions

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Swish.

Matthew's figure disappeared in the carriage.

Only a fragment of cosmic bedrock remained on the cushion as a temporary anchor in Purgatory.

Upon seeing this, Luo Lan immediately grabbed the fragment and joked:
"If this stone were put into the stomach of some devil or beast, what would happen next?"

Carmela raised her eyebrows:

"You can try."

Luo Lan smiled, but put the fragment in his pocket and held it tightly.

The carriage suddenly fell into silence.

In Paradise Lost.

The exterior of the warehouse where many treasures are stored.

As soon as Matthew landed, he found Dark Peggy standing at the door, looking inside as if facing a great enemy.

Even Sen'er and Mosong noticed it.

They stood on the cosmic bedrock next door and looked out.

Matthew waved his hand.

The warehouse door opens.

After a few seconds.

A dark shadow suddenly jumped out from inside——

At this time, there was no trace of petrification on the body of the Purgatory Black Merchant, only a small amount of stone chips stuck to his hair and shoe uppers.

His movements seemed very agile, not much different from when he was in Purgatory.

This scene was somewhat beyond Matthew's expectations.

In addition to the natural petrification of the Medusa priestess, he also constantized the petrification law of Paradise Lost on this guy to strengthen the previous petrification effect.

I didn't expect that he could break free from this!

"As expected, it is the clone that carries the blood of Baator..."

Matthew's eyes flickered.

The Purgatory Black Merchant actually wanted to attack Matthew——

He jumped and moved closer to Matthew.

It was at that moment.

A giant fist that fell from the sky ruthlessly destroyed the black businessman's dream of attacking!

boom!
The rock hits the bedrock of the universe.

The body of the Purgatory Black Merchant was almost smashed into a paste, and even his soul was almost separated on the spot into a primitive spirit!
This punch carries with it the power of the Founder's authority.

Naturally, there is no match for him in Paradise Lost.

Sen'er and Mosong next to them saw it even more clearly—

At the moment the fist fell.

The Purgatory Black Merchant had clearly used various secret methods to escape the range of being hit.

But in that split second.

The effect of "cannot be dodged in Paradise Lost" attached to the Founder's Authority was triggered.

Under the influence of some mysterious force.

The black businessman who had originally escaped was unexpectedly "dragged" back, and lay obediently under the rocks as if he was being scammed, and was finally smashed to pieces by a punch!
The effect of this punch is quite amazing.

Even the extremely solid bedrock of the universe showed slight cracks.

No matter how special the Purgatory Black Traders are, they can’t escape the state of near-death and brokenness!
next second.

The fist slowly disappeared.

The flesh and blood powder on the bedrock jumped up and down, as if it was healing under the influence of some force.

But the process is quite slow.

It was so slow that Matthew could easily suppress the opponent's resurrection ability with his authority!

"Still want to attack me?"

"I'm giving you a chance to reframe your language."

"If you can't satisfy me, I will extract the blood of Baator from your body."

Matthew came to the bedrock and spoke coldly and quickly:
"Look around you, figure out your situation, and you should know that I am capable of doing this."

"No! No! No!"

Amidst the pool of blood came the miserable cry of the black businessman begging for mercy:
"I know I was wrong."

"I didn't mean to attack you, I just wanted to get away!"

Matthew was unmoved by what he said:
"Is this why you plan to blackmail us with your curse power?"

The Purgatory Black Merchant hurriedly said:
"It's my fault, it's my fault. I shouldn't have been so greedy and come to you."

"But you must not refine me. This is very important."

"As long as you don't kill me, I can find a lot of treasures for you, or anything I have, and I can give it all to you for free!"

Matthew sneered:
"You may have overlooked the temptation of Baator's blood to others."

"Besides, as long as I kill you, most of the things on you will still be mine. What difference does it make?"

The Purgatory Black Merchant said incoherently:
"no!"

"Can't!"

"Wait a minute... In any case, refining me will definitely do you more harm than good!"

"Since you know about the Blood of Baator, you should know that this thing is actually the mark left by Baator, the Lord of the Nine Hells, in Purgatory."

"The three marks are dormant most of the time. Once the three marks are activated and gathered together, Baator will crawl out from under the Bridge of All Living Things. He will bring his hatred for Purgatory and the Scourge Mage and completely destroy this world!"

"I heard that someone has collected two drops of Baator's blood, which means that the mark will be activated soon. If this drop of blood in my body is added, it will mean the end of the world!"

"You don't understand. The current Barto is no longer the Lord of the Nine Hells."

"He was trapped under the bridge of all living things, filled with hatred."

"He gained the help of the captain and also recruited other dusk creatures into his camp."

"I have been working hard to avoid the call of Baator. There are two more drops of Baator's blood. Only if I stay alive can I avoid all that from happening. This is true!"

His tone did sound very anxious.

Matthew appeared calm on the surface, but in his heart he took it very seriously:
"Who told you the description of Barto under the Bridge of All Beings just now?"

The black businessman immediately said:
"It's the will of the Blood River."

"It is constantly urging me to stay away from the other two drops of Baator's blood."

"Obviously, the Blood River Will doesn't want to see Baator return to Purgatory from under the Bridge of All Living Things."

"Personally, I certainly don't want to see that happen. They all say that I am Barto's clone. Bullshit. I am obviously an individual with an independent will. Why should I obey the orders of a prisoner who has been imprisoned for hundreds of years?"

Speaking of it.

As if he noticed that Matthew was starting to think and the situation was not so critical, the black businessman's tone became much more relaxed.

"Sir, my real name is Ciel, you can call me that."

"I am sorry that out of greed, I harassed you and your companions and tried to threaten you with a curse -

But I can make amends.

I can make up for it in any way.

As long as you let me live.

Do not separate the blood of Baator from me.

This is really a matter of the fate of the multiverse world..."

Matthew asked coldly:

"If I kill you, extract the blood of Baator, and then seal it, wouldn't it achieve the same effect?"

Charles said hastily:
"It is theoretically feasible, but the blood of Baator separated from the host has a very strong guiding effect. Whether it is Baator himself or others, it is easy for them to catch the breath of Baator's blood, and they will bring you endless troubles."

"But I'm different. The blood of Baator fits perfectly in my body, so the chance of being sensed is much smaller. You see, I've been walking in Purgatory for so many years, and no one has ever discovered me."

"On the one hand, I am good at hiding, and on the other hand, I am also good at escaping."

"I'm really good at escaping, and I'm also blessed by the Blood River's Will. As long as I'm in Purgatory, almost no one can catch me..."

"Of course, you are an exception, but I must win. If you didn't have Medusa and this special artifact, you wouldn't be able to catch me."

"After all, when it comes to escaping, perhaps only the former God of Travelers can be compared with me..." On the bedrock next door.

Sen Er suddenly nudged Mo Song next to him with his elbow, with a faint smile on his face:

"Talking about you."

Mo Song glared back with an unhappy look:

"Be quiet."

"Be careful or you'll be sent back to plant trees right away."

the other side.

Matthew continued to question:

"You lied."

"You came to us, it's definitely not a coincidence, nor is it because of greed."

"You must explain to me clearly why you appeared there when we left the secret passage of Dragon Castle?"

Charles sighed:
"Sorry, it's a bit too much to say it's a coincidence."

"Actually, I was guided by the will of the Blood River."

"Ever since I awakened the power from Baator within me, the will of the blood river has often guided me to certain places."

"I was skeptical at first, and I would verify every action to make sure there were no disadvantages."

"After a while, I found that the Blood River Will's guidance was always beneficial to me, so I gradually relaxed my vigilance. I didn't expect to encounter such a big accident this time. Sigh..."

"It can only be said that the Blood River Will can also make mistakes sometimes."

"It may want me to test you, or for some other reason..."

His tone was filled with deep regret and annoyance.

Matthew chuckled:
"According to this line of thought, is there a possibility that the Blood River Will gave you to me as a gift?"

"No way!"

Charles' voice almost jumped out of the pool of blood!
He denied hastily:
"I am the darling of the Blood River Will, the most favored devil!"

"How could it possibly betray me to a stranger?"

The movement of the pieces of flesh in the pool of blood began to become more violent.

It seems that Charles' defense was broken so badly that he couldn't even use his resurrection ability properly.

Matthew said calmly:

"Perhaps the Blood River Will feels that the blood of Baator is safer in my hands than in your body."

"In Purgatory, everything can be traded. Do you really think that the Blood River Will cannot clearly determine the strength comparison between you and me?"

Ciel was silent for five or six seconds, then answered with difficulty:
"With your strength, I believe you don't need to use dangerous items like the Blood of Baator to further improve yourself, right?"

"Keeping me here is far more useful than a drop of Baator's blood that is destined to be sealed."

"I am good at cursing and can help you curse your enemies."

Matthew shook his head:

"My killing skills are already quite rich, and curses are dispensable to me."

Charles added:

"I'm very good at finding treasures. I can give you all the treasures I have. I can also find them for you in the future if you want any treasures..."

Matthew pointed to the place where Charles escaped and said leisurely:
"Although the treasures and props in my hands cannot be said to be rich enough to rival a country, they are still something that an ordinary legend would never be able to imagine in his lifetime."

"Those props of yours are just gimmicks after all. If you really want to prove your worth, why not get two or three artifacts first?"

Charles was silent again.

Then he hurriedly said:
"In addition to escaping, cursing, and treasure hunting, I have other professional skills."

"I'm good at exploring, breaking traps, checking barriers, stealth, and lock picking."

"Oh, especially lock picking. My lock picking skills are top-notch in Purgatory. Even if you look at the entire multiverse, maybe only some legendary wanderers can compare with me..."

On the bedrock next door.

This time it was Mosong's turn to poke Sen'er.

The former asked brazenly towards the pool of blood:
"The legendary wanderer you mentioned, does it include the famous Scarlet Letter Hunter Sen'er?"

Charles' voice came out from the pool of blood:

"Sen'er?"

"I've heard of his name. He's said to be a ruthless murderer."

"The Red Hunter is also a rogue, so I guess his lock picking skills can't be too bad. But how could a powerful character like that fall to the same level as me?"

The God of Travelers wanted to say something else.

But he was blocked by Sen'er, who had a livid face:
"Be quiet."

"Be careful that no one helps you dig a hole next time."

Matthew didn't care about this little episode.

He asked Charles a series of questions meticulously.

Finally, a contract was placed on the edge of a pool of blood.

"The blood letter from Quinlan?"

There was a distinct solemnity in Ciel's voice.

Matthew nodded and said:
"Sign it and you will live."

Ciel couldn't help but scream:

"You want to turn me into a puppet to be manipulated by others?"

"Then I can do whatever you tell me to do?"

Matthew was surprised and said:
"When did you develop the illusion that you could control yourself?"

"To be frank, if I kill you, I can still revive you. After that, I can still do whatever I want with you!"

Charles said bitterly:

"Can't we have a more civilized way of cooperating with each other?"

Matthew blinked:

"If you hadn't forced the sale and threatened with curses, there might still be some possibility."

"In fact, after a while you will find that I am a very easy-going person. I have always wanted to give others more opportunities and get along with others in a more civilized way."

"But the world is changing too fast. I don't have more room for error to trust others. I can only choose to ask others to believe in themselves."

"This is much easier than actively trusting others. I just need to do my best, and I can do my best. If you don't believe me, ask them."

talking.

He pointed to Sen'er and Mosong beside him.

at this time.

A head floated up from a pool of blood.

Ciel tilted his head and looked at the tree-planting duo.

The two said in unison:
"of course."

"Following Matthew is the wisest choice I have ever made in my life!"

Charles looked at the two men hesitantly.
"Excuse me, who are you two?"

The God of Travelers smiled and said:

"Our names and origins are not important. You will know them later anyway."