The necromancer just wants to plant trees

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"Oops!"

Mrs. Wolf exclaimed:

"We were taken to the manor and must abide by his laws to survive!"

"Wait, is it day or night?"

Because of the nervousness, her little face looked a little purple, and her big eyes rolled around, as if she was looking at potential enemies besides the mud figure in front of her.

And faced with this strange scene in front of him.

Matthew was not at all panicked.

He faced the mud monster and responded in a cold tone:

"Did your words come too early?"

"Why didn't I see that I was entering your territory?"

While talking.

A powerful aura slowly poured out from Matthew.

Mrs. Wolf blinked.

At that moment.

The positions where he and Matthew were were enveloped by a more powerful force, and at the same time, the dark black boundary line on the ground actually had an arch-shaped distortion!

"Huh?"

She couldn't help but wipe her eyes.

Just once.

The boundary line was pushed back by Matthew invisibly!

"Hehehe...Is this Paradise Lost?"

"interesting."

"It is indeed an artifact that has the potential to become a new heaven, and it can actually distort the laws to this extent."

The mud monster was still laughing, as if he didn't seem to mind that the two Matthews had temporarily escaped the shadow of Bliss Manor.

Matthew responded calmly:

"This is not a strange ability."

"I know there are many devils in Purgatory who can easily twist contracts and rules."

The mud monster shook his head:

"But what I impose on you is not a contract or a rule."

"But the law."

Matthew blinked:

"It's just the same."

The mud monster laughed loudly:

"If you say so, then legends and mortals are pretty much the same."

Matthew nodded:

"I really think so."

"Legends may claim to be transcendent, but when placed in the vast universe and under the perspective of life in a higher dimension, how different is it from ordinary people?"

The mud monster sneered and said:

"It's a pity that whether legends or mortals, they always live in the real world, not in the perspective of others as you said."

"Your rhetoric is nothing more than a sophistry technique commonly used by devils. It only deliberately mentions relative factors and ignores absolute factors."

Matthew smiled:

"It seems that you also think that the devil's sophistry skills are useless?"

Mud monsters are not fooled:

"I'm not saying that sophistry is useless. The exact situation depends on the context of the debate."

Matthew thought thoughtfully:

"Your Excellency's defense in the debate was watertight."

"It seems that you are unlikely to be Bator himself."

"What shall I call you? Baator's head?"

Hear this.

The mud monster seemed to be stimulated, and his tone became impulsive:

"How do you determine that I am not Baator's will itself?"

Matthew chuckled and said:

"The Will of the Blood River values ​​lawfulness, and even the devil likes strict logic and rules."

"But as far as I know, people at the level of Lords of Nine Hells are not included in this list. They are proud of being above the rules and enjoy breaking the rules."

"Your Excellency is extremely cautious when talking to me, for fear of falling into my language trap and constraining me. How can such a person be the real Lord of the Nine Hells?"

The mud monster was silent for two seconds, then laughed twice:

"You are indeed very perceptive."

Matthew smiled slightly and was about to take advantage of the victory, but unexpectedly the other party stepped forward and asked:

"You are here because of my daughter, right?"

"I heard that there was a little conflict between you, hehehe..."

Matthew responded calmly:

"This has nothing to do with you."

"Since you are not Bator himself, you are not qualified to claim to be the father of the Queen of Desire."

The mud monster said coldly:

"No!"

"It has something to do with me, and a lot to do with it!"

While talking.

The mud monster suddenly rushed forward from the stone wall.

Below his face, which is close to a human face, is a neck as thick as a cement pipe, and the end of the neck extends one after another like reptile-like jointed limbs.

"This is a mud demon, but it was possessed by the will born from Baator's head."

Mrs. Wolf looked at the unknown liquid dripping from the Mud Demon with some disgust, and then quickly introduced it to Matthew.

The mud demon seemed unheard of.

He just stared at Matthew with his extremely small eyes:

"I see a lot of things in you..."

"You bear the fate of many people, why can't you bear more of my share?"

Matthew said nothing.

He just gave the most direct response with a contemptuous look.

The mud demon's voice suddenly became sharp:

"You look down on me?!"

"Oh!"

"Don't be too self-righteous, kid. Tell the truth. Give me one of the sacred oak seeds you have and ten of your natural souls."

"If not, I will expose your whereabouts to Gracia!"

"She will be very happy to know that you are here!"

Matthew refused without thinking:

"impossible!"

"I won't give you anything!"

"My relationship with Gracia is not very good, but is your relationship with her good?"

Speaking of this.

Matthew no longer restrains his own might, and the dragon is fully stimulated, smashing more momentum towards the mud demon!

"Don't think I don't know, she is far more afraid of you than trusting you!"

"Yes, you can tell her that I'm here, but I am 100% sure to escape from her pursuit."

"During this period, I will also warn her that your power growth has exceeded her control range-I think Gracia probably doesn't know that you can extend your power to a place so far away from the manor?"

"What do you think she, who has always been suspicious, will do after learning this?"

"I can escape."

"But what about you?"

"Where can you escape to?"

Matthew sneered unscrupulously, without caring about the feelings of Barto's head.

The latter was angry and wanted to rush up to attack.

As a result, he was slapped back by Matthew with his pale hand!

The terrifying negative energy was raging in the cave.

Under the suppression of the pale giant hand, the mud demon was almost about to trigger the instant death judgment and died on the spot!

"Greshia won't believe what you say!"

The mud demon roared hysterically.

Matthew couldn't help but slap the other party again, and then asked coldly:

"Why don't you try it?"

The mud demon struggled for a while, and finally retreated into the wall, hiding far away from the pale hand, and his mouth was not as hard as before.

"You and I both know that what Grashia wants is a "Bato" that can never be resurrected, independent, and can't have a substantial impact on her!"

"Once things are beyond the controllable range, even if you are an independent will born later, she will not be able to let you go."

"You must realize a reality, that is, Grashia is just an ordinary enemy to me;

To you, she is a more terrifying creature in the world! "

At this moment.

Matthew's voice seemed extremely penetrating, and every word he said hit the heart of the mud demon.

The latter was unable to refute for a long time.

After a while.

He stuck his head out of the stone wall embarrassedly:

"Hehe..."

"I admit that what you said makes some sense."

"I think we should cooperate, there is no need to be so tit-for-tat..."

But he hadn't finished speaking.

The mud demon's head suddenly broke away from its neck and pounced on Matthew at lightning speed!

In an instant.

All the mud on the surface quickly fell off.

What appeared in front of Matthew and the others was a pale skull with a highly deformed shape, five small holes on the head, and a significantly smaller shape!

In the skull.

There was also a wisp of pale white spiritual fire leaping!

"You are mine!"

The panting voice sounded in Matthew's ears.

...

"Warning: The Skull of Baator is trying to take over your body!"

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Looking at the pale skull floating on the tip of the nose.

A trace of disbelief flashed in Matthew's eyes--

He was not surprised by the other party's sudden possession.

But he was amazed at this guy's courage!

Without any preparation, he just took over the body. Is this guy crazy?

At that moment.

Matthew only felt a very slight sense of threat, and it was fleeting!

The next second.

The Void Mark in Matthew's body burned automatically.

But a very miserable wail came from the inside of the Skull of Batto:

"Ah--!"

"The power of the void, Yukrus... Is this your forbidden food?"

"I, I am unwilling!"

While wailing.

Matthew's eyes lit up with two blue-gray lights, and at the same time, he whispered a complex and obscure spell--

"Heart-catching eyes" + "Soul annihilation"!

In less than two seconds.

He completely wiped out the spirituality ignited by the power of the void!

So far.

The independent will that was previously placed on the Mud Demon and the Skull of Barto vanished.

The gray skull fell with a sound.

Then it was firmly grasped by Matthew.

"Is this Barto's skull?"

"Is it a little too small?"

"This thing doesn't even look like the skull of a little devil, it looks more like a goblin or a dwarf..."

Matthew looked at the skull in his hand, his eyes full of uncertainty.

Seeing that the dispute came to an end.

Mrs. Wolf jumped out from the shadows next to her.

She looked at the skull carefully with her big, blinking eyes, and her tone was full of amazement:

"So the legend is true."

"I heard that the Lord of the Nine Hells, Baator, was originally just a lucky Purgatory Goblin."

"It was just that he was lucky enough to obtain resources and adventures that were unimaginable to future generations through various coincidences, and finally gained the recognition of the Blood River Will and became the Lord of the Nine Hells."

Matthew turned his head and looked at the other party:

"Who did you hear that from?"

Mrs. Wolf was stunned for a moment, and then said embarrassedly:

"Sorry, I forgot."

"There is always some knowledge without a source in my memory. They seem to have been instilled into me when I was asleep. I have always suspected that they came from my teacher, but I can't confirm it."

Matthew nodded thoughtfully:

"Then what else did your teacher say when he mentioned Bato?"

Mrs. Wolf thought for a while:

"He also seems to have said that for most people, choice is greater than hard work, and luck is greater than everything else."

"Baatar is not only the luckiest creature in purgatory, but also the luckiest creature in the multiverse, bar none."

"Without Loa, Baator would most likely be the God of Luck."

"Well, that's pretty much it."

After hearing this, Matthew couldn't help but ask:

"Since Baator is the luckiest creature in the multiverse, and there is no one among them, is Loa, who has taken the status of the God of Luck, luckier than Baator?"

Mrs. Wolf was stunned for a moment.

She frowned in thought, and soon her bright red lips were bitten tighter and tighter.

Seeing this, Matthew had no choice but to take the initiative to explain:

"It doesn't matter. We don't have to worry about who is luckier among them. Anyway, they are all luckier than us."

Mrs. Wolf said "Oh" blankly.

His eyes were obviously brighter.

The confusion he had before was instantly gone.

Seeing this, Matthew couldn't help but doubt the brain circuit structure of these natural souls——

It's so easy to be persuaded by someone's words.

No wonder one fell faster than the other.

As for what the great astromancer said about Baator, Matthew's current attitude was to listen casually.

After all, the other party is also an extremely ancient person, and most likely does not know the story of Bator being torn into pieces by the natural disaster mage.

Baator is undoubtedly lucky to have grown from a purgatory goblin to the Lord of the Nine Hells.

But luck is at most a necessary condition for a character of the Lord of Nine Hells level.

Matthew never looked down upon Bartow.

He even suspected that the head of Baator, which had thrown itself into a trap, was an extension of the will of the one under the Bridge of All Beings.

"If Bator deliberately gave me his head, what was his purpose?"

"Is this the clone of Purgatory Black Shang Xiaer?"

"Is it because of my relationship with Xifu and Xia Ye?"

"Or maybe He came for Paradise Lost?"

Regarding the last item.

Matthew thinks the possibility is very low.

As the owner of authority, he knew that Lost Paradise could not be controlled by outsiders, and others must also know this, otherwise the divine mages would have taken action against him long ago.

Matthew didn't think Baator would be better than the divine mage.

Therefore, he felt that the probability that the other party was heading towards Ciel, Sif and others was higher.

"This head still needs to be sealed carefully."

"Don't let it get close to Ciel and Sif."

"The best place to seal it is in a cyber dragon-compatible wormhole, and the second best place is in Lost Paradise."

Between thoughts.

Matthew quickly mobilized the power of authority and imposed several seals on the head.

Just in case, he added a large circle of Gordon's Fire outside the seal!

Then he threw it into the Lost Paradise and asked Dark Paige, Mo Song and others to take care of it together.

In the cave.

The two moved forward in a hurry.

It didn't take long before we arrived in front of an ancient stone gate.

Said it was Shimen.

In fact, only half of it is made of stone.

The remaining half has disappeared into the tearing and fusion of planes.

Under the guidance of Lady Wolf.

Matthew passed half of the stone door sideways.

It didn't take long.

He felt the surging power of the planes!

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"Warning: You have entered the tearing plane!"

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"Is this the tearing plane?"

“How do we move forward?”

Matthew curiously sensed the situation around him.

Behind the stone gate.

It's a pitch black space.

In the endless darkness, only white tornadoes can illuminate the surrounding space.

But Matthew knew very well.

Those tornadoes are extremely terrifying void turbulence.

Not to mention being hit head-on, even getting close is very dangerous for a legend!

"Tearing apart the plane is not as scary as ordinary people imagine."

"Although there are potholes everywhere here, as long as you master some prophecy-type abilities, you have a higher probability of passing smoothly."

Mrs. Wolf raised her little face and said with some pride:

"I can teach you a skill. As long as you learn it, you won't get lost in similar planes in the future!"

The next second.

A ball of light emerged from Mrs. Wolf's eyebrows, and then slowly disappeared into the tip of Matthew's nose.

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"Tip: Mrs. Wolf has shared with you her innate ability of "avoiding good fortune and seeking misfortune."

Avoid good luck and seek misfortune: After stimulating this ability, all your actions will develop towards the bad and dangerous side..."

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