This lich needs more money

When Price Lane approached the Dragon Arms, he saw that the armor seemed to come alive.

The fence between the two people seemed to be wrapped by something, disappearing little by little, and the passage returned to the time before it was completed.

The magic dragon weapon slowly flew out, came to Price Lane, and merged with his body.

This feeling is very special, unlike the feeling when I barely controlled the dragon's weapons. Price Lane felt as if his flesh and blood were fused with the dragon's weapons, completely indistinguishable from each other.

Atros's voice rang in Price Lane's mind: "Very good, now you and I are one."

The young emperor clenched his fists, and a layer of fine dragon scales appeared on the surface of his skin.

"This is the real dragon weapon. You don't need to turn into a dragon every time. Now your body already has the power of a dragon, and your skin is as strong as dragon scales. Come on, go solve your problem question."

Price Lane said: "It doesn't matter. Lane has a population of hundreds of millions. There are as many people as you want."

There is no shortage of old people in the royal family, nor are there any shortage of old people waiting to die. The two deceased elders can easily be replaced.

"For the sake of your kindred, I grant you a painless death."

Atros reminded: "They have surrendered. You can take them back. There is no need to kill them."

In the end, His Majesty's title was spoken in a mocking tone, and the man looked at Price Lane in a condescending manner.

Price Lane stepped on the charred corpse and walked all the way towards the basement where the royal elders were.

This is the power of time. Any attack will reverse time and cannot cause any damage.

Price Lane nodded and strode out of the underground secret room.

After seeing that the little emperor had triggered the trap, an old guard captain said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, have you forgotten how to go on this road? Do you know that you want to repair the trap above? How much trouble?"

Price Lane walked to a sarcophagus and raised his right hand.

Therefore, after hearing Price Lane's question, the captain of the guard said unceremoniously: "Even if you are the emperor, you must abide by the rules handed down from ancient times. You did something wrong. As the captain of the guard, I Just a reminder, what’s the problem, Your Majesty?”

At first, Price Lane was happy to play with the power of time, but later, he directly carried the sword and tore the opponent's body apart with his hands.

The originally cautious steps became firm. Price Lane ignored all the magic traps and poison gas blades.

Being an emperor also requires manpower, and you can't do everything yourself. This boy's murderous nature is too strong, as if he has been suppressed for a long time, and he can't control it.

With one palm strike, the huge force shattered the sarcophagus, and the old man inside was instantly turned into a pulp.

Price Lane was to abdicate, and to cover up the royal misdeeds, he would be secretly executed.

The terrible heat burned his skin to the point of burning, and he struggled painfully, but to no avail. Obviously he had a lot of magic equipment that could save his life, but these magic equipment were completely broken as soon as they took effect.

No one could answer this question, only Price Lane laughed loudly as he looked at the two charred corpses in front of him.

Everyone didn't know why, but they saw the white-haired captain of the guard suddenly scream, and the armor on his body began to quickly turn into hot molten iron, as if he had returned to the moment it was just out of the furnace.

Because of this, their attitude towards Price Lane was not respectful. They were all members of the royal family, so they were still the elders of the little emperor.

The power of the dragon makes him invincible, and no one in this palace is his opponent.

"Of course, but what happens after you kill him? How many legends are there in the Lane Empire? Can you kill them all? Even if you can, who are you going to let do things for you?"

This was the first time in his life that he felt so free. Was this the feeling of controlling power? !

What imperial power? He is power in itself!

Price Lane used the power of time to kill all the guards while laughing wildly. The smell of burning filled the entire passage and spread all the way out.

In the end, he was completely burned to death in everyone's eyes.

Atros stopped talking, just kill him, there are many people who are going to die anyway.

All thirteen sarcophagi were smashed into pieces by Price Lane, and the old flesh and blood splashed out, staining his body red.

Two of the original thirteen coffins were missing, but they were filled again not long ago.

The sarcophagus was silent, the people inside were still immersed in the dream of extending their lives, and the waiter who could deliver the message to them had his head crushed by Price Lane.

Price Lane showed a ferocious smile and said to him: "Of course there is a problem, but you can't solve this problem."

Price Lane looked at the thirteen sarcophagi and couldn't help but say: "How many emperors have become your puppets? How long do you old zombies want to control this empire?"

Price Lane walked through this death passage, and the huge movement naturally attracted many guards.

Price Lane knew who he was talking about, the Shield of the Empire William Garrison, and this old man was still waiting for him outside the palace.

Price Lane said doubtfully: "How to solve it?"

"Aren't you powerful enough to kill this old man?" Price Lane asked.

This old man's last name is also Ryan. He once competed with Price for the throne, but in the end Price won, and his son became a member of the palace guard. Now the father and son stand together.

Walking on the bloody road, Price Ryan finally came to the basement where the coffin was placed.

Artros reminded him: "Don't relax yet, don't you have another problem?"

Price Ryan glanced at the man and asked coldly: "Are you questioning me?"

All those who blocked him died along the way.

Because all the people living here are royal families, and the Ryan royal family has not produced a legend for many years.

All the guards looked at this scene in shock. They all reacted. Price Ryan got the magic dragon weapon. He used the power of the magic dragon weapon to reverse the time of the armor.

However, it is unknown how many procedures are required to take out the magic dragon weapon. How did he take out the magic dragon weapon? And without the permission of the elders, how could the magic dragon weapon be activated?

Price Ryan ignored the blood on his body and shouted to the sky: "From today on, I am the only emperor of Ryan!"

Artros said sarcastically: "Do I need to teach you this? What do you want to do? Who is standing in your way?"

And his son was the same. Before he could find a way to save his father, his armor also turned into molten iron and scalded him to death.

Artros smiled and said: "That's right, you want to be the emperor, and someone is blocking you. How do you solve it? Do you still need me to teach you?"

The next emperor is likely to be selected from these guards.

Price Ryan's eyes glowed, and he said excitedly: "They want me to abdicate, they want to kill me!"

There is an invisible energy outside his body that wraps him up. The poison gas will automatically retract when it is sprayed, and the sharp blade will turn into molten iron and fall down. Any magic trap will turn into nothingness the moment it is launched.

With a snap, Price Ryan snapped his fingers.

Price Lane asked, "What can you do? The old man is very stubborn and won't be persuaded."

Artros pointed out, "The power of the Time Dragon is not that simple. Your control over time is still too weak. Who said you have to go back to his body to kill him? Why don't you go back to his memory?"