The morning is dusk, and this kind of day may be good for the painter.

The bleak feeling is suitable for exciting inspiration and the scenery of the elegy of the doomsday is probably the loneliness pursued by painters, but as a fairy tale author, Carter doesn't like it very much.

"Ansbai, how many days will this city die?"

"There are 5 days left, sir, I can't wait. Then we can laugh at the Holy See."

After Anshibai finished speaking, Carter nodded with satisfaction.

Doesn’t the Holy See like redemption? He wants to see how this situation can be saved.

There are still 5 days before Ragnarok, and Carter is very leisurely. He heard that the infamous queen Hull, who is more notorious than himself, has been invited. Carter made a special trip to change his clothes and drive to meet him.

In the eastern suburbs, Lachez Cemetery is not far from it, in a manor.

The very deep manor is wrapped in several farms, and there is an ancient castle at the innermost part of the mountain.

As soon as he got off the car, an unfriendly smell came to his face. Carter's nose wrinkled and looked at the bodyguard in the manor and said, "You dirty lichs are really unpleasant."

If someone else was present next to him, he would feel that Carter was a little confused, because the bodyguards present did not look like bodyguards or lichs, and they were like a few motorcycle parties.

The giant hammer was held in his hand, and the motorcycle roared under his crotch. The person in charge was wearing sunglasses and blocking Carter with his chest. Carter covered his nose, and Ansbai next to him pushed him away with a light push.

"Get out of here! I hate it even more if sir!"

Carter walked straight to the villa. On the first floor, several shameless lichs were looking for fun. The rough and primitive aura filled with them. Carter turned a blind eye and came to the second floor and was blocked by two lichs carrying hunting rifles.

"stop!"

Carter is on standby.

"The queen is resting inside." The lich had no expression on his face.

Ansbai moved his neck and wrists and prepared to argue. Carter was not impatient. Fortunately, he found that the smell on the second floor was not as pungent as the smell of the smell, so he sat down on the sofa at the door.

"Sir, I've come to see Queen Hull. You'd better go in and inform me. We're very tight."

After An Shibai finished speaking, he found that the two lichs ignored him and picked up the lich's collar, "Didn't you hear me?"

The lich lowered his head and gave him a blank look: "If you want to die, go by yourself."

“FxxK!”

Ansbai pushed away the lich and sat on the sofa.

"Sir, it seems that there are many people coming from Heim's underworld." Ansbach paused, "The two lichs just now were not disturbed by me, I guess they are dukes and the like."

"Well, Hull has always liked to show off. Since he is traveling, it is normal to use Lich nobles as bodyguards, otherwise it would not be enough to highlight her status."

Carter said, and Ansbai curled his lips.

Suddenly, Carter said: "Are there zombies coming in Wuwang Country?"

Ansbai shook his head: "I don't know, our people are completely unable to contact us, so the information is interrupted. Now the only ones that can be contacted in the city are Azazle and Sang Yangsha. Speaking of Azazle, the kid is still with Van Helsing all day long, and he is very attentive."

Carter smiled and nodded: "Asazler can't hide in the dark all the time. It's a good thing to contact Van Helsing. In the future, you have to rely on Van Helsing to nod in the sun."

"But we have handed over the Holy Soul Sect to Van Helsing, so don't continue to please him... Anyway, we're just using each other."

"Use? Why don't I feel it?"

Ansbai turned his head away. The Pope is good at everything, but he likes to do business at a loss. Since it is used, it is already a loss to make Van Helsing a pope. Van Helsing will definitely take the opportunity to eliminate some of their power.

The two waited for about an hour, and finally, the door opened and the two bodyguards said, "The Queen asked Lord Carter to come in."

When I walked into the door, I had a lot of pomp, like a medieval court.

Long table, silver candlestick, candles lit.

"Since I'm not invited, I don't have to host a banquet to entertain you. Carter, long time no see."

A wich sat in the head, with green skin and rotten scars, but was blocked by flowers. The flowers seemed to be sewn on the skin, probably just to cover the ugly scars below.

Hull is very beautiful, specifically, it should be very feminine, at least half of his body is very feminine. The other half is covered with gorgeous clothes, and I don’t know if it is shriveled skin or white bones inside.

Judging from her exposed body, her figure was so hot that she was not afraid of exposure. The few male lichs next to her who were beautifully-faced may be her lover. After seeing Anshibai, Hull raised his eyebrows inadvertently and asked Anshibai to take a few steps back.

Carter then smiled and said, "Dear Her Majesty, you are still as beautiful as ever. Please forgive me for your liberty to bother you."

"You and I are acquaintances, don't be too polite. Carter, tell me, is there anything wrong with coming here?"

"Just come and see how powerful the Queen is. You know that the Ghost Council has encountered a lot of trouble this time. I can't bear to see Van Helsing being in a hurry, so I handed over the Holy Soul Cult to him. According to the Ghost Council's attitude towards us in the past, this time he will definitely cleanse a group of my lovely believers. I want to make up for these losses from you."

The atmosphere was cold right away.

Carter said politely, and the lovers around Queen Hull stood up straight, their faces gradually became gloomy.

From us... make up for the losses?

It is true that they are lovers, but they are also powerful lichs in Heim's underworld. The human in front of him actually wants to get back the losses from the queen. Are you crazy?

Hull was also stunned. When he heard what Carter said so bluntly, he suddenly giggled.

"I like your honesty, then you see it now, how strong am I? Are you sure to make up for your losses from me?"

Carter smiled like a gentleman: "The Queen is still a natural disaster-level lich, and she is very strong. So I'll take a step back. I need to ask for some of the lichs from you as a Blood Soul Knight. Just give me 200 Marquis."

200 people?!

Or is it a marquis-level lich? It's equivalent to a purple zombie!

After the last time Heim's underworld combined the mirror, the low-level lich suffered heavy losses, and there were not many marquis-level lichs left in total, and they were all reserve forces.

Hull's smile faded, and he supported his head with one hand: "That is, are you sure to beat me?"

Carter smiled bitterly: "Her Majesty, why do you think I will fight you? I just want some people to maintain the normal operation of the Holy Soul Cult."

Hull suddenly turned his palm and a human figure appeared. He poked in with one finger. An Shibai suddenly felt something was wrong all over his body.

There was a problem with breathing, his skin was ulcerated, his eyes were blurred, and his body was hot. He looked at the symptoms on his hands and couldn't believe it: "Plague..."

An Shibai fell on the table, trying to hold back his convulsions, but unfortunately he couldn't help it.

Carter took out a piece of paper calmly.

Tear-

It was straightforward and neat, around Hull, seven lovers who looked disdainful, were torn in half and fell to the ground.

"What are you doing!"

Hull suddenly stood up and slapped the table.

Carter said in a daze: "Of course... it's killing them..."

The lichs on the ground were frightened and had never seen such evil magic. They were strong in vitality and were still crawling on the ground. Hull's fingers finally pulled out of the phantom villain.

An Shibai escaped from death and breathed heavily.

"I promise you to restore them." Hull's face was cold.

Carter smiled gently, walked to Hull, and said with his ears: "I really can't do this. Sorry, Her Majesty, please don't be angry. After all, it's as easy as killing you, as if you killed them. Don't mess with me."

Carter gently kissed Hull's face and turned to leave: "That's all. 200 people, a lot of each! As a gift, I will send Sang Yangsha to be your lover. Believe me, that's a great guy. The saints of the Holy Soul Sect have complained to me many times."

Hull: "…"

She had heard that Carter was a lunatic and anyone dared to provoke this person!

He seems to be an ordinary evil stick, but he especially likes to deal with dangerous people. He even...lived until now.

"Carter, you will regret your recklessness today!"

Carter turned his head and laughed harmlessly: "Don't do this, Her Majesty the Queen, the Holy Soul Sect is your eternal friend. Promise me not to hurt the harmony between you and me for these miscellaneous things."

Carter left, the atmosphere was depressing.

On the ground, Queen Hull turned around and found that the seven lichs were intact and did not look torn in half.

She was slightly surprised, mirage?

However, the seven lichs seemed to have been traumatized and could not control half of their bodies. They all breathed a sigh of relief after the disaster, but found themselves becoming useless, and roared again, cursing Carter who was leaving.

Even when Anshibai got in the car, he felt unrealistic.

"I was almost killed just now?"

Katie nodded: "Hull is a natural disaster-level lich, so it's normal to kill you easily. Her specialty is plague witchcraft. Moreover, Hull of this generation died in the Black Death back then. He may know the plague thoroughly than any generation of Hull."

"Then how did she survive?"

"I don't know, I only know that she was buried in the cracks in the ice field in Northern Europe. If she hadn't taken care of the descendants of the Holy Soul Sect in history, I would have wanted to dissect and study her."

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There are still 5 days left before the dusk of the gods.

Qin Kun searched for Mu Shen yesterday but failed. In the evening, Xu Facheng, Miaoshan, and Mo Wuji did not come back and could not contact him. He felt that things were a bit complicated these days.

This city is becoming more and more like a cocoon. Thousands of threads tie them up and cannot break free. It seems that the winner really has to wait for the last moment before the winner breaks out of the cocoon and leaves this ghost place.

When I woke up, it was still dusk outside.
To be continued...