My life can't be a harem game!

"I really hope you can wait until I knock you all over before saying this."

They did not rush over to protect the emperor just because of the roar coming from the duel arena. That kind of thing could only happen in ancient times in TV dramas. As a ghost army that has existed since ancient times, this organization does not exist for any individual ghost. Its purpose of existence is for the ghost clan itself!

Now, I feel that the young man in front of me is more useful than the Ghost King, so even if the Ghost King is really in danger, I don't have to protect him...

Being too old, even if very capable and powerful, cannot avoid this fact. What the ghost clan needs is a king who is more energetic, younger, and has the physical strength to conquer more ghosts in bed!

The princess of this generation has great potential, but compared to the strength of a single individual, the entire ghost clan needs more powerful individuals. If the seed of this man in front of her is sown in her body, how powerful will the offspring born be...

"Let me take a closer look and see if you have the potential."

Wearing a black hat on his head, the leader of the Ghost and God Group watched quietly as the God of War knocked his subordinates to the ground with punches and kicks.

278. Ever-changing

The battle was extremely fierce. It was not just the criminals who were fighting unilaterally. All the sub-humans present were playing their roles in this feast. Civilians spread panic, powerful people became warriors, and the king fought to the end for his sovereignty.

However, all of this has nothing to do with himself, or to be more precise, with the angels. Even if all the ghosts are wiped out, as long as the will of God as stated in the Book of Revelation can be perfectly achieved, the meaning of the angels' existence will be fulfilled.

"Hasn't left yet? That human."

Saint Defen, who was sitting on the chair, asked impatiently. She had been in this place long enough. Was it really okay for her to be so lazy when new missions had been issued in this Revelation?

"According to the information sent back by my subordinates, no, the humans have not left the city yet."

Gabriel, who was holding a kitten in his arms, said with a smile. While teasing the kitten in his arms, he also took time to occasionally look at the demons and humans fighting in the duel arena. It must be said that this was the highest level of battle he had seen in nearly a hundred years. Needless to say, the Demon King, and that human, who came out from somewhere, was terribly powerful. The strange eye symbols on his body had unique properties and functions like the power of light.

"You're so slow! Can't humans be faster? I won't be able to endure this if you keep being so lazy!"

"If you need to go to the bathroom, Sandalphon personally recommends that you don't hold it in and go quickly."

"This isn't the kind of patience I'm talking about!"

The two were chatting, and the scene was very harmonious. However, it would be even more harmonious if we ignore some powder next to them. Some things similar to clothes mixed in it proved that they were creatures with life and self-awareness not long ago, but they were completely purified by the two archangels.

The representatives of the ten major clans have all encountered this kind of thing to a greater or lesser extent. As a clan that can really have a say, they are watched by many people, some wanting revenge, some wanting to get something from them...

All were wiped out, without exception.

As sub-human rulers who came to this strange foreign land, each of them is a true leader in the tribe. Even if the ghost tribe wants to do something bad to them, they have a considerable chance of escaping safely, not to mention that now there are only some second-rate guys who come to seek death.

The deaths were all extremely tragic. They were cut in half by a huge machete, stabbed into skewers by a spear, or torn into pieces...

The most terrifying scene was what happened in a ward!

Several strong demi-humans twitched and fell to the ground, their bodies completely shrunken, their eyes all white, and they were ordered by the instigator of these things to clean the room or sit by the bed and help press the remote control...

He is already dead and cannot die any more, but now he is being controlled to do these things!

"It's pretty good, isn't it?"

Lying on a clean white hospital bed, the area below the neck felt a little unfamiliar. Dio bit the neck of the not-yet-dead demi-human who attacked him and muttered to himself, the feeling of blood pouring into his body was so familiar and yet so unfamiliar, he could never forget the feeling of being torn into pieces by that damn demon king a week ago. Fortunately, the most important part, the head, was not injured, otherwise he didn't know if he could still lie here.

The body had completely turned into something like minced meat, almost all the bones that could be broken were broken, and the limbs were twisted like twisted dough sticks, lying miserably in the garbage dump...

Even the most kind-hearted person would fly into a rage when seeing that scene, not to mention Dio, the real villain. He would completely destroy all the lives in the garbage dump and kill all the ghosts who had come into contact with his body, including family, friends, and relatives. No one would be spared!

In this way, he was able to suppress the anger in his heart. It did not dissipate, but it just had not erupted yet.

Because this scandal couldn't be known by other demi-humans, he stayed in the ward for a few days. Unexpectedly, the first person to open the ward was not a member of his tribe but another demi-human... Or should it be better to say that lunch came and knocked on the door?

After killing them all and sucking them dry to turn them into ghouls belonging to him alone, Dio made them do the rough work that they were absolutely unable to do.

Now the whole Ghost King City is in chaos, with evil people and some foreign forces with unknown intentions everywhere. The Ghost King Paul is still fighting with a powerful human...

After sorting out the information, Dio was too lazy to go out. He just lay on the hospital bed and watched the TV which was constantly reporting the situation in the duel arena and Ghost King City.

"You seem quite laid back, Dio."

A young girl's voice came from the radio next to her, cold and indifferent. Just by listening to one sentence, one could imagine what kind of cold and beautiful girl was speaking on the other end of the radio.

"Whether I'm free or not is none of your business, Charlotte." Dio frowned and said impatiently, with a fierce light appearing in his red eyes.

"I really hope you can say this when I pick up your head. Or you can also say this when I use all the repair fluid in the institute to repair your body."

After not seeing each other for a long time, Charlotte's cold voice and sarcastic attitude made Dio even angrier. However, he had to suppress the anger in his heart. Just like what the woman said, if they were not helping him, he would most likely still be in a state of being a head instead of being able to use his repaired and strengthened body like now.

Naturally, he would not have such feelings as repaying a favor. In fact, to Dio, the word repaying a favor was simply the most ridiculous word in the world. If it was a favor that required a return, he would not want to accept it at all. But if it was help without expecting anything in return, then he should be rudely and completely betrayed by himself!

"The master-servant relationship between us is after this matter is over. If you want to order me something now, I still want you to provide something attractive enough to me."

The only proof of who is more useful and who has more say between the two parties is the limit and size of the help that the other party can provide to them. For Dio now, there is no doubt that he does not want to lose the Evil Path Research Institute. With a real big ship and the qualifications of having been in the human world for thousands of years, they have all the resources and other things they want, and they can do it...

He has slept in the coffin on the sea for too long, so long that he has been out of touch with this era to a great extent. So now, instead of having non-existent power, he needs to control the power that he has produced in the past thousand years and that he is completely unaware of. Only in this way can he completely control the vampires and take the first step towards becoming the king of the sub-human world!

"I'll get two more bottles of your special vampire sunscreen."

"It's so little... It really makes me feel like I can't feel the kindness in return."

Dio was no exception to the scarcity of rewards. It would be beyond his expectation if he said that the reward this time was a lot. First, it helped him to restore his strength and rule the vampires, then it made him realize the bug skill of the world, and finally completed the feat of repairing his body...

Having owed too many debts, even if one does not want to mention it, the other party will deliberately emphasize it, for example, this matter is the best one to deal with immediately. In the past, the so-called vampire sunscreen would not be considered as a condition. It is as ironic as giving a flower as a gift to a king.

"I hope you can escort away the strongest male of humanity."

Pretending not to hear his displeasure, Charlotte expressed her opinion accurately through the radio.

"Escort him away... I think I understand what you're thinking. Although I, Master Dio, have never been interested in such things, since it's just this time, I'll make an exception."

"I'm glad you're cooperating, Dio. Do you want me to give you his exact location?"

"Haha, Miss Charlotte, you seem to have misunderstood. I meant to let the strongest male leave this place, not to guard him like a guard dog."

"what do you mean?"

Dio did not answer Charlotte's question. When he heard the footsteps outside the door and the breathing mixed with anger and unwillingness, a cruel smile appeared on his face, with a few sharp fangs exposed. It would be great if he could use practical actions to tell this young lady what he wanted to do.

Escorting a person out of this dangerous place like a guard dog was not what he wanted at all. Creating chaos and letting the other person leave as if they were trapped in an empty space was in line with his aesthetics. Yes, what he was going to do next might be a little scary, a little horrible, and a little shocking, but there was no other way. After all, it was a deal, and he had to do it well...

Just have a big meal!

About twenty minutes later, a large-scale biochemical crisis began to occur around the duel arena. A large number of zombies that had been drained of blood appeared and kept indiscriminately attacking the demi-humans walking by. Even some criminals who were causing trouble in the city were implicated.

When a zombie scratches the skin, the body of the demi-human whose skin is scratched will become stiff and unable to move. A demi-human bitten by a zombie will lose control of his body in a short period of time and become a member of the zombie army to attack humans together. Although their bodies are not infectious after the second infection, they look no different from just a mad demi-human. However, their irrational and fierce attacks are enough to make some regular demi-human soldiers look at them sideways, especially some large demi-humans who are easily injured. Even if their mad attacks are not infectious at all, they are enough to cause serious injuries to a large number of demi-humans.

The riots soon affected the gate of Ghost King City. This was the first time that such chaos had spread to the city gate. The Ghost God Legion prepared for defense and fighting at the first opportunity. A large number of the thugs who attacked the city gate fell under their maces and giant hammers...

The remaining part broke up the formation of the Ghost and God Corps and came straight to the God of War. They used their bodies to protect the God of War and forced away the Ghost and God Corps soldiers who were fighting fiercely.

Because he was a true vanguard, he knew that these sub-humans in front of him were controlled by some kind of poison and were not one of his own. Otherwise, if they had trespassed into a military stronghold, he would have chopped off their heads with giant axes and sabers.

"The route is really wild. You actually have friends from the vampire clan to help you escape?"

The legion commander, who was watching the show with a banana in his hand, spoke softly and orderly. As the leader of the entire Ghost Guard Corps, he had seen countless battle scenes and many types of enemies. He certainly had experience in fighting against the vampires, a sub-human race that has always been debated between living and non-living things. So when most people didn't understand where these rioting sub-humans came from, he already understood everything.

The chaos in the city is all caused by this human. We must keep him and maximize his interests!

"Everything is for the ghost clan."

After making a gesture similar to prayer, it attacked, so fast that no trace could be found, and no one could feel the slightest sense of disobedience. A golden spear appeared in its hand and stabbed directly into the brow of the God of War...

The sudden attack was like a sneak attack, but the God of War had already taken precautions against this enemy who had been emitting dangerous hostility beside him. When the tip of the golden spear was about to pierce his forehead, he clamped it with his two fingers, preventing it from moving forward even a bit.

"It seems that I still underestimated you."

The golden spear was retracted, and it did a backflip behind it in an extremely elegant manner and landed on the ground, then spoke leisurely. Another long sword appeared in its hand. After throwing out a few sword flowers, it stabbed at the God of War again. This time, the God of War did not extend two fingers to block it like before, but pulled out the red oil-paper umbrella on his back and blocked it all.

Before the God of War could relax, the weapon in the opponent's hand changed again, becoming a sledgehammer, and smashed towards him fiercely...

What is this?

[Wow, this guy really has some good stuff]

279. Successful Escape

It is well known that the demi-human world was formerly the most dangerous 30% of the world, a place filled with death, despair, and danger!

But the saying that danger and opportunity always coexist is true everywhere. In this dangerous place is the world's largest oil field, the mine with the largest output, and the forest with the oldest history in the world.

For 360 years, there is no blind spot protection throughout the year, and humans are strictly restricted from bringing items that will pollute and damage the environment to this place. Great attention is paid to obtaining from nature. Unless there are special circumstances, most of the time they only take as much as they can use and never take a single bit more.

The most primitive environment and safe people, coupled with the exploration of this land by the subhumans since the Age of the Brave, eventually led to the discovery of a considerable number of strange creatures that feed on pig iron, are very timid but can imitate every weapon very well.

Being kept in captivity, being fed, and finally being used...

This creature is called mutant slime, a creature with various attributes, many special abilities, and a gentle personality.

The slimes that appeared in the evil research institute are one of their species, but they are artificially trained and cannot compare to wild ones...

"When did you find that slime? Can you tell me how long you have been raising it?"

He touched his chin and kept asking questions. The one who controlled Lu Fengxian's body at this moment was the God of Death, the world's number one killer ten years later, and also an avid fan of Black Iron Slime. This could be seen from the fact that he was willing to come out and ask questions on behalf of the God of War about the leader in front of him!

"How do you know about slime?"

Her puzzled questions were destined to be unanswerable by anyone. God knew how the human in front of her knew about the slime. However, it was certain that the secrecy of the weapons she had used in her previous battles with others had been exposed. The human in front of her was the first one who could so decisively determine that what he was holding was a mutated slime.

"It seems you don't want to answer me. Well... never mind. I'll just take it from you first."

The God of Death smiled lightly and then stomped his feet vigorously. A large amount of black mist suddenly surged out of his body, and hundreds of skulls surged in it. This time was different from the previous time when he had to worry about not destroying the body in one go. After the first time, the second use was quite simple, and he could also contribute a little bit!

【Killing God·Sweep】

The fierce black mist formed something like a long whip, fiercely sweeping towards the ghost leader in front of him and the other ghosts around him. With miserable screams, dozens of ghost soldiers fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. However, the only person missing was the leader...

"Ghost Slash!"

He suddenly appeared behind the God of Death, holding the big knife in his hand across his eyes. After a roar, he slashed at the human in front of him, but what he slashed was a right hand harder than stone. The collision between the black iron saber formed by the mutated slime and the human actually produced sparks and sharp sounds similar to the collision of golden swords.

How unpleasant!

His actions could be described as flowing like water, which meant that the other party had figured out all of his actions, but he had no idea about him at all...

"My next step is to make you lose your fighting ability."

With a whoosh, he suddenly came in front of the legion commander who seemed to want to kill him just now, and said with a smile. Although his face was covered tightly, his exposed eyes were so wise and vicissitudes. Even if humans themselves do not have the skill of mind reading, when they meet more people and fight against more people, the so-called mind reading will naturally appear. They can judge what the other party will do next through a simple exchange of eye contact and can roughly grasp the other party's thoughts.

The people who know you best in the world are not your friends, not your family, but your enemies!

Only an enemy would observe the small details about a person and try to find his or her big weaknesses from these small details. Relatives and friends would never be able to observe them no matter how hard they tried.

hoo hoo hoo...

The black gas seemed to be blown by something suddenly, and quickly climbed up the hand of the God of Death, which was still tightly holding the opponent's saber, and quickly crawled onto its body. After a weak groan, it fell to the ground.

"What a fragile fellow, much weaker than the demon who screamed he wanted to bite me after I chopped off his head."

The Killer God murmured softly while playing with the mutated slime that came into his hands after a long time. No matter how he put it into context, this world was still the world of ten years ago. Everything was so strange. He had touched it many times in his memory, but it was so strange this time. It was so strange that he almost doubted whether the slime in front of him was the mutated slime in his impression.

Coo...

It was not until he made the sound in his memory and the ball of silver fluid turned towards him with a look of fear that the God of Killer realized that the mutated slime in front of him was the mutated slime in his memory.

'Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you...'

There was a tenderness in his eyes, and the God of Killing stroked it gently with his hand twice. Then he saw the mutated slime tremble slightly twice, making a comfortable gurgling sound, as if it liked the God of Killing very much.

Although it is a creature held captive by the enemy, it is innocent as a weapon. The function of a weapon is to drink blood at the hands of its master.

"What's happening here?"

He was slapped by the opponent and fell to the ground for a long time. As the leader of the Ghost Group, she really didn't expect such strength. Secondly, what happened to this slime that she had raised for so long? Did she surrender to the enemy as soon as she was slapped?

"This is a very normal thing. Although I don't know how you raised it, I can tell you that your previous method was absolutely wrong. It is obviously overweight, and there is not a drop of your blood in its body. It is very dangerous and can be easily taken away by others, for example..."

When the God of Killer said this, he paused and cut his palm with his finger. The bright red blood flowed out from his palm and directly irrigated the slime's body, quickly dyeing it red and then quickly dissipating, finally returning to its original appearance.

"A bad guy like me"

If there is any difference, it is that the originally silver-gray skin has turned red, with lines that seem to be the same color as blood, which is simply shocking.

"What is this?"

She was watching from the side and was so frightened that she was speechless about this human's eccentric knowledge. You have to know that she had searched almost all the information about this mutated slime in the entire Ghost King City before she knew that this guy could be turned into a weapon and it only needed to eat minerals. What was going on in the current situation?

Coo!

This time the cry was not of weak fear, but more of happiness and intimacy. It trembled its little body and rubbed the palm of the God of Death, as if it had met a relative. Its big, round eyes were full of emotion and satisfaction, and almost everyone could see its flattering attitude.

"Get off that guy, you bastard!"