Bone King: Welcome the Birth of the King

The aroma of various fragrant delicacies mixed with the rich aroma of wine makes the atmosphere in the hall extremely relaxed and luxurious.

"Bata, bah!"

"Fighting Ghost" Jie Luo sat casually on the sofa with his legs crossed. His two thick, dark wheat-colored arms each grabbed a fleshy leg that was shiny with oil, and gnawed on it.

Compared to the rude "Ghost Fighting" Jieluo, there is a man and a woman sitting on one side of the long table, and their movements are much more elegant and beautiful.

The man had short blond hair and his face was covered with long and thin scars. He looked very ferocious. Especially with the chewing action, these scars seemed to come alive, twisting like a centipede.

Even in the current environment and atmosphere, except for the helmet which was placed on one side for eating reasons, the man's whole body was covered in black armor.

This person is none other than "One Space Cut" Peshlian.

Directly opposite, there is a hot woman with long gray hair, wheat complexion, and exotic attire, "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstelian.

"Thousand Kills" Mamvest, with burgundy hair and half-exposure of his strong chest, was lying on his side on the sofa.

While shaking the red wine in his hand, he looked at "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edelstrian from time to time.

"If you look at it again, I will dig out your eyes." "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstelian said calmly.

"What a dangerous woman."

"Thousands of kills," Mamwest said with a smile, but still retracted his eyes, his expression showing a bit of boredom.

There were only a few of them in the hall, and apart from Edstelian, they really didn't have much to see. As for the rest of the security department, they were naturally not qualified to stay in the same place with them.

in addition.

If it weren't for "Fighting Ghost" Jie Luo's instructions, the six of them would rarely get together and would usually be busy with their own affairs.

"I heard that you are eyeing a half-elf woman." "Phantom Demon" Sandhill Longte, who had pale skin and thin cheeks, suddenly asked.

"kindness?"

"Thousand Kills" Mamwest shook his wine glass for a moment, and unexpectedly looked at "Phantom Demon" Sandhill Longte.

"How about giving that woman to me?" "Phantom Demon" Sandhill Longte said softly:

"Although half-elf women are rare, they are not as good as real elves in the slave market. I can offer 1,200

The price of a gold coin. "

"Oh."

"Thousand Kills" Mamwest let out a low laugh, looking at him with a hint of contempt deep in his eyes.

"Phantom" Dune Lonte:

"I don't think you have so much money. Is that guy Anpetiv asking for it?"

Although the security department is on the same level as other departments, its status is actually much higher, so there is more or less overlap with other department heads.

Just like the "Phantom Demon" Sandhillonte in front of him, he has a very good relationship with the head of the Slave Department, Ann Petiv. As for him?

The assassins he organized and trained had already taken away half of the assassination department's work, but the head of the assassination department did not dare to have any dissatisfaction.

Because strength is the real right to speak!

"Thousand Kills" Mamwest, who had long understood this truth, had a hint of arrogance in his eyes: "Tell Ann Petif that this is my prey."

"good."

"Phantom Demon" Sandhillonte spread his arms and nodded.

He is just a messenger. Whether it succeeds or not has nothing to do with him. However, the commission will naturally be paid in full.

"How's the intelligence investigation on that noble woman going?"

"Dou Gui" Jie Luo swallowed the fat in his mouth, his rich voice sounded.

"Not only is there no problem,"

"On the contrary, it was a person who was quite worthy of winning over. He single-handedly killed his own family and that of his fiancé. This matter is no longer a secret in the entire Bahas Empire."

"The other party is now wanted by the entire empire. Unexpectedly, this woman is smart and came to our kingdom as soon as possible."

"Space Slash" Peshlian put down the knife in his hand, twisted the scars on his face, smiled warmly and said: "It's so interesting."

Hear this.

Everyone else present looked surprised.

"It's indeed worth wooing."

"Fighting Ghosts" Jie Luo's eyes lit up.

The purpose of their gathering this time was for the upcoming battle between Gazef and Lenas.

Just then.

"Someone invaded"

The "Immortal King" Divanok, who had been sitting in the corner and seemed to have little presence, but whose whole body was filled with the aura of death that no one could ignore, suddenly spoke:

"Still a group of undead."

Invasion?

This somewhat unfamiliar word reached the ears of everyone present, causing everyone to express a sudden expression.

"Hahahaha."

"What idiot dares to come here?"

"It seems like he's really unlucky. All of our "Six Arms" are here today."

"Manipulating the undead? Hey, Devanok, it's unlucky for him to meet you.'

A sound of ridicule sounded in the hall, as if hearing the funniest joke ever.

"Finally not so boring anymore."

"Thousand Kills" Mamwest put his hand into his red hair and wiped it upward, then sat up from the sofa.

The corners of his mouth cracked and he smiled.

"Dou Gui" Jie Luo looked cold and did not speak, but there was a fierce look in his eyes.

The station was invaded.

Regardless of whether the other party did it intentionally or unintentionally, in the eyes of "Fighting Ghost" Jie Luo, it was an insult to their "six arms".

Anyone who dares to challenge them must die, no matter who they are!

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Outside the hall, the screams of the men soon rang out.

However.

Everyone present still sat in their original positions, looking calm and peaceful, without any concern.

Boom!

The heavy door of the hall was hit hard, making a muffled sound.

After only a moment of support, the door was knocked open,

A group of pale and bloody undead poured in from outside the hall. Judging from the clothes these people were obviously the men of their manor.

The bloody breath dispersed the atmosphere in the hall and the rich aroma of wine.

"What a waste of this glass of good wine."

"Thousand Kills" Mamvest threw the red wine glass in his hand on the table and spoke with some regret.

"Undead King" Divanok raised his head, revealing a dry and horrible cheek with only a layer of skin hanging on the bones, and the breath of death instantly became strong.

The other party was obviously not a living person, but a real undead!

Except for the few people present, I'm afraid not many people thought that there would be an undead hiding in the world of the living.

"Undead control!"

Facing the group of undead pouring in, "Undead King" Divanok raised his arm and waved it in the direction of the gate.

A strong dark attribute aura instantly spread and penetrated through the bodies of the undead.

But the next moment!

The originally calm "Undead King" Divanok froze his hands, and there was a hint of disbelief in his dry and hoarse voice.

"The opponent's spellcasting ability is higher than mine, I can't control this group of undead!"

"Undead King" Divanok stood up suddenly.

As soon as these words came out.

The calm people present all changed their expressions.

"Are you kidding, Divanok?" "Phantom Demon" Shaqiulongte said in a surprised tone,

while speaking, he had already stood up.

Obviously, he didn't think this old-fashioned skeleton would joke.

"Fireball!"

"Undead King" Divanok did not respond, but raised his palm towards the gate.

A basin-sized fireball condensed in front of his palm, and then shot out.

Boom!

The fireball slammed into the undead, causing a huge explosion, directly destroying the undead that rushed in.

Thick black smoke filled the air.

A large burnt pit appeared at the gate, and the decorations and items in the hall were even more messy due to the roar and shock wave caused by the fireball explosion.

"Do you think I'm kidding?"

"Undead King" Divanok then turned his head and looked at "Phantom Demon" Shaqiulongte without any emotion.

At this time.

All the people had stood up, and their original indifferent demeanor had long disappeared.