Mystery Makes Me Strong

Wenren was promoted to his home.

"Ah! Those monsters are disgusting, I won't eat today." Zhao Han said distressedly.

Her colorful parrot was polluted by those tentacles, mouthparts, and eyes after only one glance at the battlefield.

Even with the filter of a different species, the psychological disgust still lingers.

"Oh, what a pity, I also made grilled octopus today, and the tentacles are delicious." Xiao Huan added fuel to the fire.

Although she didn't speak, she watched it from beginning to end, so she naturally knew why Zhao Han said such things.

"I..." Zhao Han thought of the appearance of the octopus, his internal organs were writhing, and he immediately ran to the bathroom.

"Hahaha, you're too weak, look at me, I'm going to feast on grilled octopus today, with tentacles, eyes, and mouthparts all in my luxurious lunch!" Xiao Huan laughed wildly with his hips on his hips, and ran into the kitchen. After a toss, dozens of plates of grilled octopus were brought out.

"Does such a young child have to cook?" Wu's mother was a guest in the living room. After seeing this scene, she was a little unbelievable.

"Children should be educated from an early age." Ouyang Ling was not surprised.

"You guys are really good at education." Mother Wu said sincerely.

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After dozens of days of tossing, Sandro finally found 500 big demons.

The colorful parrot spread its wings, and then the demons disappeared, and a dark red boot appeared on the spot, revealing nobility and luxury.

"Wait, the boots seem to be fine, but the problem is that there is only one?" Sandro asked suspiciously as he picked up the boots.

"If you want another one, you need to find another 500 archangels." The colorful parrot continued.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Of course it couldn't be the colorful parrot, Sandro was hitting himself in the face.

How dare he, a puppet army who has been fostered, beat the colorful parrot?

"Mr. Shan, don't do this," the colorful parrot hurriedly persuaded, "This is all a rule."

The big cat just watched blankly, after all, Wen Rensheng didn't have the time to be here every day.

After slapping himself more than a dozen times, Sandro calmed down:

"My surname is not Shan, my full name is Sandro*..."

Of course he didn't say his real name.

"Oh,... Teacher." The colorful parrot corrected immediately.

Sandro left bitterly.

He doesn't hate this colorful parrot, he understands that behind it is the arrangement of the gods.

As for why the gods made such arrangements, he only knew that the other party was taking pleasure in the name of honing heroes, watching mortals struggle under their arrangements, and finally had to succumb to fate.

Just like in ancient times, the undead hero Tanan wanted to stop Gru, and wanted to avoid the encounter between the Doomsday Blade and the Frost Sword, but failed in the end.

God damn it, you all deserve to go to hell!

Even if I restore the glory of the ancient times, I will not let your gods be restored!

He thought so hard.

Archangels are much harder to find than archdemons.

Fortunately, Erwin did a human thing before, that is, after digging the ultimate treasure, he built a miraculous building, and then transformed a human village into a human castle.

Then sow the seeds of the blood of the gods there.

He led his undead soldiers, captured the castle without hesitation, and put Erwin's heirs and wives into the necromancer, transforming them into ghosts and vampires.

Erwin is crazy.

Only then did he understand what Big Cat once said when he was bored——

When fate gives you a super gift, it has already given this super gift and secretly marked the price.

His countless wives and concubines died before his eyes, leaving only countless children.

There was only one reason for his death. He was addicted to having fun, did not accumulate funds and resources, and recruited all the troops he should have.

The number is not dominant, and when facing the vampires and bone dragons that conquer humans, they are naturally defeated.

His magic is not very useful, the undead eat very little magic, and he is naturally immune to hypnosis, blindness, madness... These mental spells are enough to instantly change the situation of the battle.

"Bastard, don't you want 500 archangels? I can give them to you, why don't you say, why do you want to break into my castle directly?" He was locked in a cage and yelled frantically.

When Erwin learned the truth about the opponent's attack on his castle, he was completely furious.

"Why should I waste my time discussing with you when I can get it easily?" Sandro said aloofly.

In fact, the most fundamental reason is that he believes that this fallen humanoid planter has lost the glory of a hero and insulted the word "hero".

He must eliminate such people.

First from the spirit, then from the body, expel the opponent from the hero team.

Only in this way can people not add contemptuous words when they mention heroes:

"Heroes are just like us, maybe even better than us in some way."

Erwin's mind was empty, he stood in the cage, he didn't know what to say, let alone what to do.

Regret and regret, like the most powerful poisonous snake, entangled in his heart.

Does he still have a chance to save it?

His beloved wives and concubines have all turned into ghosts and vampires, their cold and evil eyes seem to be mocking him.

He remembered the big cat howling at him before he left.

And his indifference, and the dozen or so hands that pulled him back.

I deserve it.

This is retribution.

He forgot that in this world, if one wants to survive, one always needs to do one's best!

If you relax and slack off, a demon will pop out from a certain corner and trample you under your feet!

Trample, oppress, insult, ridicule, use the most vicious, despicable, and most uncomfortable means to concoct you, harm you, and squeeze you!

It's a pity that people's forgetfulness is too great. When the scars are healed, they forget the pain, and they always repeat such things countless times.

He is one of them.

Thinking of this, he slapped himself hard in the face.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Tears flowed down, blood flowed down, finally it was skin, it was flesh...

On this day, Erwin died.

On this day, Erwin came back to life.

He became the lowest, ugliest, most humble skeleton.

Sandro seemed content with the state, and after imposing a soul contract, he happily took on the lowly skeleton.

Because this is his certificate of honor.

He beat the first revived hero, and he was number one.

Over the past few years, only 500 archangels have been accumulated in the castle.

This is much more difficult than the big devil.

Sandro took the soldiers and horses and found the colorful parrot again.

He also had the skeleton Erwin beside him, and despair and regret still lingered in the other's dim eye sockets.

"Well, this is another death boot." The colorful parrot said generously.

Then a second dark red boot appeared.

Sandro took the boots happily, and then asked, "Where's the vampire's cloak?"

"You have to exchange 500 bone dragons, 500 giant beasts, 500 hydras, and 500 black dragons." The colorful parrot said.

"Oh." Sandro didn't get angry, but just left calmly.

The skeleton beside him walked a little slower.

Because it saw the big cat squatting at the feet of the colorful parrot.

The other party was looking at all this indifferently, as if he no longer remembered it.

That is the existence that gave it the gift of fate, and it is also the existence that set the price for the gift of fate.

Thinking of this, the skeleton left.

It doesn't resent the big cat because it doesn't qualify.

Everything is to blame.

After all, it still has Erwin's kind side in its essence, and it can't do shameless things like venting anger on others.

Although doing that will make his heart feel a little better.