"I want the prop on him and the method he masters in his head."

The ambitious old lord didn't care what cooperation with Akmanmon. Everything he did before was just to determine whether the "traitor" was true, and to confirm that Akmanmon really had what he wanted in his hands.

At this moment, the conflict broke out completely.

Several layers of barriers and ritual arrays were suddenly activated, controlling them like a cage.

Turned into layers of light.

Now, the inside and the outside are completely isolated.

No matter what happens inside, you can't feel it outside.

One after another, the powerful man poured in, surrounded Akmann, and it seemed that he was in a desperate situation.

But Akmanmon looked around and looked up at the lord of the Red Clay Territory.

"Whose cage is this?"

The powerful men moved, trying to control and seal Akmanmon.

As long as he grasps Akmanmon, his props and secret techniques will naturally belong to the old lord.

The ritual array under him exploded, suppressing Akmanmon's power.

A series of magical arts hit Akmanmon from around, and various magical arts props were entangled.

There are activated ropes.

There are third-level prop seal scrolls.

There are nails to hold his power.

Everyone has a clear division of labor and is linked together. From the beginning, this is a trap set up for Akmanmon.

"Catch him."

"You can't let him die."

"This guy is a powerful person, so be careful.

But a sound came, covering all the sounds.

"Silver and white field."

The silver-white light spread out, and a spiritual field directly covered everything, suppressing the two innermost ritual arrays.

Then spread outward.

He directly bounced all the props out and everyone stopped.

"What's going on?" Everyone still didn't understand why as he watched the props he controlled flew backwards.

"Mental Power Field." The only second-level third-level power priest immediately burst into an exclamation.

"Fourth-level power, the apostle of God." Another third-level power person also shouted in horror, turned around and wanted to escape, and at the same time wanted to summon his own spell-seal puppet, but the silver spiritual power field had already covered him, and the spell-seal puppet he summoned was instantly suppressed back.

Countless bugs emerged from Akmanmon's body and filled the field.

Immediately afterwards.

Crawled into other people's bodies.

Everyone shouted in horror, but in an instant they were already submerged by transparent bugs.

This bedroom room with a little dark tone has now completely turned into a sea of ​​insects.

Ackermann's figure floated up little by little.

Come from the sea of ​​insects and head towards the location of the old lord.

The old lord finally saw Akmanmeng's figure clearly, the outline under the cloak that was hiding information and body shape.

He had already got rid of the appearance of a snake man and the body of a mortal.

The form of god.

At this moment, he spoke in disbelief: "Apostle?"

After saying that, he pushed down the girl who was holding him in horror. The girl was so scared that she shivered and could not even run.

The old lord ran towards one passage.

But at this time, the old ghoul who had defected to him had walked out, blocking his way, and saluting respectfully again.

"Lord."

"Where do you want to go?"

The old lord pointed at him: "You...you..."

He seemed to understand something.

At this time, Akmanmon took off the hood from his head and showed his youthful appearance.

"Thank you for letting me get in here, and thank you for creating such a hidden environment for me to take everything from you."

"It's so perfect, exactly the same as what I want."

The old lord looked at him: "You arranged him?"

Akmanmon: "The corpse eaters can betray the chief of the corpse eaters' esoteric sect, but the ghouls will never betray their masters."

"There is only the sky and the end in Thero's eyes. I like to hold my things in my own hands."

"But you will never understand this principle. Do you think your power and wealth can buy everyone, right?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But power and wealth are not worth mentioning in the face of real power."

"The master of the Red Clay Territory."

"This is the world of gods, and the power of one's own power is the real power."

The old lord completely understood everything, and he roared angrily and unwillingly.

"What do you want to do?"

"You want to be king of Suinhall and ascend to that supreme throne?"

Ackerman was stunned for a moment.

It seems that this person is laughing at him and looking down on him.

"throne?"

"I just walked down from above."

"What king, the person sitting on it is just a prisoner."

"I don't need that kind of thing."

The old lord looked at Akmanmon and suddenly asked with a tremolo.

"Who are you?"

The old lord just finished speaking and remembered the other party's name.

"Manmeng?"

He had never thought about the special thing about this name before, but at this moment, Akmanmeng personally admitted that he was once a king.

It seemed to be clear all of a sudden.

The old lord screamed out the other party's name in an almost broken voice.

“Ackermanmon.”

"The last generation of King of Ten Thousand Snakes?"

The old lord didn't understand: "A guy like you, a guy like you."

"Why did you choose to be a ghoul?"

Ackermanmon kept approaching: "It was not me who chose to be a ghoul, it was me who created the ghoul with Thirot."

Akmanmon finally walked to the old lord and held his head down.

He looked at him with a cold look, and his voice revealed a different contempt from his expression.

"What is the king?"

"The supreme throne is not a throne either."

"But... the throne of the god."

The silver bug completely swallowed everything and killed everyone in an instant.

Then among these corpses, brand new individuals were born.

Real ghoul.

Akmanmon sat in the old lord's position and spoke, "Old guy, you've done a good job this time."

The old ghoul responded humbly: "It's all for His Majesty's plan."

Ackermanmon: "I am not His Majesty for a long time."

The old ghoul: "If you are not your majesty above the throne, then you will become your majesty above the throne."

I don't know how long it has passed.

The door reopens.

There were still the original guards outside the door, and they seemed to have no idea what was happening inside.

The old lord came out with a group of subordinates, and the first order he gave after he came out was.

"I'm old and want to build a tomb for myself."

"As for how to build it, you follow Mr. Manmeng's advice."
To be continued...