Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 500: Deceiving
"You want me to come with you?"

Hearing this, the Mad King was speechless at first, and then he burst into a hearty but helpless laugh.

He was probably genuinely amused, but he couldn't say Heine was naive, so he could only respond like this.

After laughing enough, he slowly said:

"Putting aside whether you can do it or not, what's your reason? If, as you said at the beginning, this era of a brand new order is built on the ruins of the empire, then I stand on the opposite side of everyone. Why do you want to take me away like this?"

Heine: “On the one hand, this is to save you, on the other hand, if the knowledge of the old empire is buried in the dust of history, then we will truly stand against everyone.

"To be frank, your vast empire and your noble and powerful people all gained everything they wanted by stepping on the bodies of thousands of 'lowlifes', so those technologies and knowledge should be attributed to them. Similarly, the people who are their descendants today should be entitled to inherit and enjoy them."

"help me?"

The Mad King was surprised and asked, "Why 'save me'? Do you mean to save me from the Lord of the Underworld?"

"That's a topic for another time. I rescued you from the Veritas."

At this point, Heine was a little surprised: "By the way, can't you get information from the outside world? Don't you know the McDak family, the most powerful among the Veritas people?"

"McDuck family? It seems that Ivan is as good as Alan and has inherited his bloodline..."

The Mad King was stunned for a moment, then explained: "I extracted memories from wandering souls from the underworld. You also know that after they were soaked in the Desecrated Spirit River, the details of their memories were contaminated, leaving only a thin memory core.

"This can only help me understand the general situation of human society today. I know that you are divided into several countries, the mages are neutral, and their country is the destination that everyone dreams of... As for these names, no wandering soul will remember them.

"So, Ivan's descendants now rule the most powerful country. Is he an emperor? Or did they establish the Senate, nominally sharing power, but in fact there is an invisible emperor standing behind several agents?"

Heine: "That's not the point. The point is that according to my intelligence, they will come to you soon."

"Looking for me?" The Mad King asked in confusion, "Why are they looking for me? I didn't leave them any mission, and there is no trace of my existence in the world anymore. Why are they coming here to die?"

Heine said helplessly: "You are really confident... Since I can avoid being affected by the illusion and break through to this part of the underground palace, then the Veritas people can only do better. As for their goal, the knowledge and technology of an ancient civilization alone are enough to attract them, not to mention that they have been working on it for a long time."

Heine then recounted the story of the dwarf traitors who, at the instigation of the Veritas, had dug up the base of the temple wall.

"If the magic net laid by the Veritas people had not been paralyzed more than half a year ago, I'm afraid they would have taken action now," he added.

After a moment of hesitation, the Mad King asked, "If that's what you said, your goal is actually the same as Ivan's descendants?"

Heine was stunned.

Yes, although Macara and the wizard don’t get along, in front of the Mad King, both are descendants of “untouchables”, and the latter is closer because of the relationship with the McDuck family…

So it was all in vain?

After all this talk, my reputation hasn't increased at all!

Old Deng is indeed an old man and is not easy to deceive.

And Heine gradually came to his senses.

If you go through the logic, you will find that the current situation is actually unfavorable to the Mad King, and he seems to be at a disadvantage.

But the other party used his aura to make Heine feel that he should be grateful for not killing him, and even feel a little honored.

How can this work! ?

I can also play the family card!
"I'm from McCalla, as you know."

Heine said slowly: "You know the situation in Mackala, but I am not the local lord. The lord is George Albert Seven." The Mad King was stunned: "You mean to say that this George is actually a descendant of Grandio?"

"of course."

Heine then recounted the history of the two sides' co-rule and the subsequent disagreements, adding: "These things have also been concealed. Just like you and your ancient empire, the people of Veritas are deliberately erasing this history."

After listening to this, the Mad King just chuckled:

"Interesting...Hearing you say that, it fits the style of both Grandio and Ivan. Grandio is a passionate warrior. He is reckless and warlike, loyal and brave, but he has a noble heart. He is one of the few upper classes who speaks up for the untouchables.

“Ivan was very scheming when he was young. Although his use of elemental magic was not second to none in the country, he defeated all opponents in the competition for the position of court magic consultant.

"The disagreement between the two of them is like a continuation of the struggle between me and Sepitija... But it's still not enough to convince me, kid."

He changed the subject: "Even if history is erased, this is the fate that losers deserve. I have already accepted it. We should have been forgotten long ago."

"History should not be forgotten." Heine shook his head and said, "Future generations need to know the truth. There will always be people who learn from it and defeat other blind people. In addition, the Veritas people are not only erasing history, they are also distorting the truth. If they kidnap you, they may write you as a clown, a playboy, to highlight the greatness of Sai Weng."

The Mad King was stunned for a few seconds. "Only a qualified opponent can highlight the greatness of the victor. If I am a clown, a hipster, then what does it matter that the Sepitija defeated me? What does it matter that the bloodshed and sacrifice of those rebels matter?"

Heine: "Would the 'untouchables' of your time have thought of this logic?"

"This……"

The Mad King was speechless for a moment.

He seemed to be convinced, and spoke again after a while:
"Even if I agree, you can't do it, right? That chain..."

"I really can't untie the chain, so I'll have to trouble you to cut off those souls yourself. I'd like to ask, there aren't many useful memories in those souls, right?"

"Not much. The existence of the 'Spirit in the Vessel' can effectively isolate pollution, so I have gradually brought all my memories back to the Dragon Soul over the years. But the problem is that if I don't go back, I can't cut off the soul essence; but if I return to that soul essence, it will be impossible for me to have the idea of ​​cutting off the soul essence, which is tantamount to suicide. Whether it is Urument or the crazy me, I will stop myself from thinking so, and even regard you as the culprit..."

Heine: "You said before that the 'sanctuary' that generates the illusion is actually built into the temple. You just made some changes, right?"

Mad King: "Yes, this should also be the product of spiritualism. God and the Holy Land complement each other."

Sure enough...

Heine guessed it too.

Since God is a fusion of consciousness born in the void, the believers' collective fantasy of the "Kingdom of God" will also affect the void, and then give birth to a stable inner world such as the "Sanctuary".

"If that's the case, you can go back without any worries."

Heine said: "On the one hand, I am sure that the 'Urumont' there is not a big problem. On the other hand, I have a way to temporarily isolate you from the influence of the pollution. As long as you consciously control the soul essence, you can cut the soul essence."

As he spoke, he took out two things.

One is the "Soul Cutting" skill stone that Quirkus had completed personally with the help of Mr. Barry before coming here.

This is a rather complicated spiritualism. Let alone mass production, even with Quilkus's brain, it might take him a hundred or eighty years to learn it.

However, the predecessor Quilkus knew how to do it and had used it.

So, this became the "innate skill" that little Quirkus was born with, which could only be rubbed out by hand under the guidance of an expert, and it was a one-time thing.

The other is McCalla's star product - Ganmu sustained-release sedative tablets.

(End of this chapter)