Quadruple split.

Chapter 901

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In the depths of the Dragon Tomb, the unnamed tomb

"Thank you, Mr. Sparrow."

Mo glanced lightly at the livid-looking dracolich, and said softly in an unquestionable tone: "Next, please let the two of us talk alone."

The latter took a deep look at the elusive young man in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Will you fulfill your promise?"

Mo chuckled, and did not directly answer the other party's question, but simply said: "You are still alive, aren't you?"

"I'll wait outside."

After a short silence, Spyro sighed deeply: "I wish you well, young man."

After saying that, he disappeared in place with a burst of distorted silver light.

For a moment, Mo Tan was the only one left in the tomb, which was not even as big as the living room of Mo Tan's rented apartment.

Of course, when it comes to the burial chamber, the narrow space is naturally not enough to accommodate the corpse of an adult dragon. In fact, there is only one heavily weathered stele with the name [Bosh Gallon] scrawled on it. , and then nothing.

The bare black walls on all sides, a cheap magic spar for lighting, and a stele that has been eroded by the years to the point where it can no longer be seen are the whole of this tomb.

"Don't you think this resting place is a bit too simple?"

After a while, Mo walked slowly to the stone tablet in the center of the room, looked at the four words [Bosh Gallon] on it with a half-smile, and said word by word: "The greatest king in the history of the Dragon Clan. "

The magic spar used for lighting on the wall swayed slightly, followed by a long silence.

"First, I must correct two points in what you just said."

A middle-aged man with long dark golden hair and an elegant appearance appeared behind Mo at some point, and smiled in his frivolous and magnetic voice: "First, I am not the greatest king in the history of the Dragon Clan, second , no matter whether this small tomb is simple enough or not, it is destined not to be my resting place, because I have never rested for even a single minute."

Mo turned his head, looked at the face in front of him who had met 'myself' a few months ago, and said with a smile, "Is it just 'first'?"

"The second is..."

Wearing a gorgeous and complicated dress, Bosh Gallon, who looks like a great nobleman, also laughed: "I'm not Spyro Davian, those words of yours that seem very tempting at first glance , it doesn't work for me at all."

Mo didn't seem surprised, but raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "So..."

"So, I don't agree with the deal, young man."

The echo of the last dragon king shrugged, drank a glass of ice blue wine that suddenly appeared in his hand, and said with a hearty smile: "I don't know what role you play outside, after all, this place has been separated from the world. It's been too long, but I can feel what kind of malice you have towards this world, or in other words, your existence itself is a kind of malice towards the world. If you stand behind you, the Dragon Clan will be nailed to shame one day On the pillar, become a sinner who can never stand up forever, do you want some?"

"Thank you."

Mo stretched out his hand to take the ice-blue wine that Bosh handed over, and said with a light smile, "You are worrying too much, Your Majesty Bosh, just because the current social structure of the Dragon Clan is in vain, the only ones who will be nailed to the pillar of shame in the end It’s just you remnant souls, not the entire dragon clan.”

Bosh laughed dumbfounded, and asked curiously: "What's the difference? You must know that except for the gatekeeper who has been eroded by negative energy to the depths of his soul and has long lost his normal judgment, everyone has the same consciousness as me. None of your compatriots will choose to cooperate with you, and the vast majority of those with weak minds have already lost their souls in the long years."

"It appears that you have discovered my 'influence' on Mr. Sparrow."

Mo and Bosh clinked glasses, took a sip of the wine exuding a strong fruity aroma: "Good stuff."

"It's just a thought body that's just used to satisfy my cravings. The good thing is that it doesn't hurt my kidneys. The bad thing is that every cup will burn me for about twenty years."

The handsome and elegant last dragon king raised his chin at the drink in Motan's hand, and then said with some lack of interest: "As for your little tricks to influence Spyro, I have indeed discovered it, but even if you simply use I am afraid that the old man whose mental state has become worse in the past few hundred years will also be persuaded by you, but I am different, young man, my mind is stronger than that of Spyro Davian many."

"It doesn't matter, after all, he has played his due value."

Mo turned his head and glanced at the place where Spyro disappeared without paying much attention, drank the drink in his hand that Bosh called 'Missing Body', and leaned against the cold stone wall with his arms folded: "That is to put me Bring it to this place."

Bosh Gallon's eyes widened exaggeratedly: "Wow, isn't your sense of direction too bad!?"

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"Haha, just kidding."

The last dragon king laughed, waved his hands and said, "Simply put, Spyro's attitude is not important to you at all, and I, the dragon you named to meet, is what matters."

"you can say it this way."

Mo casually threw away the crystal-clear goblet, watched the latter disappear into the air as if dissolving, and said casually, "So, I still hope that I can persuade you in a peaceful way."

Bosh sneered, poured the last few drops of Missing Body wine into his mouth, and threw away the cup in his hand like Mo Mo, grinning recklessly: "You can try, arrogant young man, maybe With most of my soul power already consumed, I can't defeat you, but even so, you will never let me... What the hell are you doing!"

"I want to test whether your remnant soul is as firm as you said."

Mo replied calmly, a cloud appeared at some point over the right hand held in front of him... The visual effect is extremely close to 'darkness', but it is more empty than the conventional sense of 'darkness'.

Bosh didn't know what it was, after all, in his cognition, there was no 'power' that would appear in such a form that would even be rejected by the basic laws, because even the spatial system would be under its influence A constantly collapsing existence simply cannot be harnessed.

But the hollow "darkness" in Mo's hand subverted Bosh's cognition, and made the last dragon king who had lived comfortably since birth feel a rare fear.

Few people know that Bosh Gallon's extensive knowledge of all kinds of knowledge is second only to his accomplishments in the field of picking up girls. Even the high-level observer in Tianzhu Mountain who is known as the "narrator" is very familiar with it. With admiration.

This is a giant dragon that has brought out the advantages of the longevity species to the fullest and lived an overfull life. Even if there is only a wisp of remnant soul left now, Bosh can still chat with William Bohe about how to do business, and repair. Bresne talked about layout planning, researched human body refining with Luna, discussed stick techniques with Xia Lian Zhuye, and even engineering could help Lu Wei after a quick reading of the blueprints , is definitely an undoubted all-rounder!
As for the power system, Bosh, who just turned a thousand years old and was a child among the geniuses of the Dragon Clan, and the contemporary Dragon King Favna, who fought and even slept with others, knows a lot. Not to mention his own combat talent and dragon language magic, his attainment in elemental magic alone is not even lower than that of Farah Osis in his lifetime. In terms of combat, he can be said to be proficient in all disciplines. Players must have at least ten 50 The level of a legendary-level professional base!
It was precisely because of this that Bosh was so shocked after subconsciously analyzing the strange existence in Mo's hand and analyzing the loneliness.

This is a common problem of polymaths, the more they know, the stronger their fear of the unknown...

"It's a very interesting force, Your Majesty Bosh."

Mo Waner smiled and said calmly: "You can understand it as a power above a certain source. In terms of nature, it may be similar to negative energy in concept, but it is only somewhat similar. It has many uses. From It can do anything from the most basic destruction to the full erosion that assimilates the soul of a giant dragon in a short period of time."

"erosion?"

Bosh took a half step back vigilantly. Although this action had no effect on the spirit body, he still subconsciously distanced himself from Mo, or he distanced himself from the strange existence in Mo's hand distance.

"Yes, erosion."

Mo Tan nodded slightly, and explained concisely: "After all, this kind of power that I presumptuously define as 'sin' does not have any positive meaning, and the word 'pollution' is somewhat exaggerated, so it is still erosion and assimilation." Relatively appropriate."

Bosh didn't speak, but stared at the power interpreted as 'sin' in Mo Tan's hand with a gloomy expression.

The reason for the silence and the gloomy face was that although Bosh didn't have enough reasons, he still felt that what the guy in front of him said was true.

"I'm not a person who likes wasting time on negotiations, so you now have two options, Your Majesty Bosh."

Mo casually dispersed the 'Sin Primitive' in his hand, walked slowly in front of Bosh, and said lightly: "The first way is to stick to your... or the dignity and pride of the Dragon Clan to the end, and disobey my decision." , and then washed away for a period of time by the 'distortion' of the original sin, which is dozens of times larger in scale, and finally turned into some kind of loyal and strange existence, and it became a useful tool for the time being."

Bosh gave a dry laugh, the corners of his mouth twitched and said, "What about the second way?"

"The second way is much easier. First of all, I will use the power of 'sin' to mend your soul, instead of directly assimilating the relatively rough sin original body with you."

Mo's expression was calm and indifferent, and he smiled and said slowly: "During this process, I will control the proportion of those redundant things to a level that can fill you up to your full potential without directly transforming you into another kind of thing." In other words, although you still have to be baptized, as long as your will is strong enough, you can keep your mind after everything is over."

Bosh, who is also well-versed in spirituality, frowned. It took a long time before he asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean? Even if I cooperate with you, is it still possible to become a lunatic after everything is over?"

"You are right. Although I do have safer technology, it cannot be applied to you, Your Majesty Bosh. After all, most of your soul has been wiped out over the long years, and a lot of power has been allocated. The structure of the alien plane that maintains this Dragon Tomb is already very incomplete."

Mo Tan nodded slightly, and explained concisely: "If you want to completely mend your soul, you can only use the power of 'sin' to fill it up, and this process can be said to be very uncontrollable, at least you show a little Every little flaw will directly distort the essence, and then lose the self."

Bosh narrowed his eyes, and suggested: "Then, what if I am allowed to remain as I am now? Even if I am not a complete soul, I still..."

"Don't be clever, Your Majesty."

Mo interrupted Bosh lightly, and Gujing said nonchalantly: "Although what I really need is an existence named 'Bosh Gallon', you with an incomplete soul are worthless to me, and I It is also impossible to allow you to follow me without 'additional insurance'."

Bosh sighed, but he didn't show obvious disappointment. He just took a sip of the golden missing body drink in frustration, and said helplessly, "So you really are greedy for my body, boy..."

"If I'm not wrong, your body should be 'mounted' outside the space we are in now, sleeping peacefully in an independent alien plane."

Mo turned around and looked at the wall beside him, as if he was staring at a place that did not exist in front of him, and said softly: "If you want you to return to your own body, you must ensure that you have a relative Complete soul, and reactivate that battered body through some special means."

"Do you want me to become a bone dragon? A ghost dragon? Or a corpse dragon?"

Bosh drank the wine in his glass, turned his head and said to Mo Zhengse: "Although I don't mind being transformed into an undead creature, or... I am an undead creature now, but you must know that even us souls The surviving giant dragons will all become undead, and their strength will never exceed [-]% of what they were in life."

"Although that is not something you need to consider, I can tell you right now that I have no intention of turning you and your people into undead."

Mo answered casually, and after a long silence, he turned his head and smiled lightly at Bosh, whose face was cloudy and uncertain: "If you are willing to cooperate, as a reward, I can let Ms. Favna go, and let her continue to enjoy sleep well."

"Varied……"

"I can also tell you about that dragon egg... Heh, it should be a young dragon now, yes, it is the whereabouts of your dragon heir."

"..."

Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters: the end

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