Synopsis: Infinite Conquest

"Did you fail!"

The slightly old man smashed his hand on the display screen in front of him.

He is the highest-ranking magus and the highest-ranking magician.

However, after today, he is the most wicked man wanted by every country in the world.

Of course, this is not the most important thing to him at this moment.

"Xia Yin, Yase Xia Yin!"

A very sad voice came from his hoarse throat.

The sadness was unreservedly expressed.

If ordinary people heard it, they would also cry.

However, the man who just arrived, will not.

"So, are there any last words?"

It was a strong male voice with a hint of magnetism.

"Sure enough, is it really you behind it?"

Ye "[-]" Set Xiansheng heard the voice behind him, but he turned his head without a trace of fear.

However, his face was already covered with tears.

"Why, are you still regretting the failure of this experiment?"

The voice asked again, and the contempt in his tone could be said to be obvious.

"Then you are here to kill me."

Yease Xiansheng did not respond to the man's question, but lightly adjusted his clothes.

He did not have a trace of nostalgia for life.

"I see."

In front of him, in the shadow, the man smiled unreservedly and disdainfully.

"Do you just want to die to get rid of the sins you have committed against your niece, or have you killed too many lives to bear?"

He continued to ask, and the voice had already become playful.

"What right do you have to say that!"

Yase Xiansheng's tone was finally not so calm, but with a strong hatred.

"Aren't you the one who funded this experiment!"

He roared as if to shirk responsibility.

"Isn't it exactly what you want for this result, you have planned all this, don't you have a trace of guilt?"

Yase Xiansheng finally stopped maintaining his gentle disguise, but roared like a wounded lion.

"You, lost your temper."

There was no change in that voice, as if what was roaring in front of him was just an unrelated little bug.

"Mask bearer, kill him!"

Yase Xiansheng roared like this, and then blood splashed all over the house.

It was his own blood, a slender arm pierced through his chest.

"In the end, when did I obviously change the mantra for manipulating the mask bearer!"

He vomited blood and held himself up with his hands not to fall. The disbelief in his tone made the man in front of him smile with disdain.

"It's ridiculous, whether all your research data or all the data you have obtained are under my control."

His tone was full of contempt and disdain, as if everything that this guy named Yase Xiansheng had studied was meaningless.

"All of your research results are based on 'Netheriel' magic, and are based on my research and development. You don't even realize it, you're really incompetent!"

Hearing such words, Yase Xiansheng couldn't help showing a bitter smile, and then fell heavily into the pool of blood.

"And, I'm sorry, I don't have a trace of guilt!"

Yase Xiansheng is dead, but the voice is still talking, as if mocking what this man has done.

On the other side, Vattola, who had just been hit hard by the six spears of light, was also helped by Gila.

"I really underestimated that guy!"

He had a hint of emotion in his tone, but his face was full of smiles.

"If you were injured a little more seriously, I'm afraid your life would be lost, Lord Vatora!"

However, upon hearing his words, Gila, who was carrying him, spoke bitterly.

With such a boss, they not only have to deal with a lot of unnecessary things for their boss's actions, but at the same time, he who 'deeply loves' Vattola has no choice but to feel heartache for Vattola's injury.

It's a pity that this dead gay will never learn his lesson. No matter how powerful he is, he will rush there as soon as possible, and then come back full of bruises.