Foundation: Recruiting Anime Characters, Containing Supreme

Lilith said calmly.

Even in her heyday, she could not be compared with the Hanged King in that city.

After all, between the supreme divinity.

There is also a corresponding gap in strength.

Her original body was not strong in the supreme divinity, so she had a half-body personality.

Nor can it return to its original state.

"I see."

"It's a gap in the narrative. If this isn't resolved, ordinary agents won't be able to fight back against the Supreme Godhead."

Holmes fell into deep thought.

He was not surprised by this.

The other official agents were also thoughtful about the power of the Supreme Godhead.

Another piece of knowledge.

now.

in the screen.

The Alagadda ambassador brought the group to the main hall.

Several demon servants in carnival costumes.

At this time, several guests in black robes were being entertained.

The black-robed man at the head took the holy grail of concentrated miasma from the demon servant's tray.

He said in a calm tone.

"Could you please inform your master that the Undead Merchant from London and his guests have arrived?"

Hearing his title.

The hall suddenly became quiet, and all the court officials focused their attention on them.

Once again, they moved unconsciously.

Standing before the Hanged King himself.

Even the wand man swallowed and whispered in the ears of Son Gohan and the others.

he whispered.

"I've heard of this guy before"

"An undead London merchant, driven by greed and dark ambition. And someone else, a stranger from a strange land."

"It looked like they didn't know where they were going. They smelled like they were afraid."

"I can't imagine that anyone could stumble into Alagadda by accident. I don't believe it's true."

"They disappeared very quickly, and I didn't see them leave."

"Maybe just for a moment."

“But this time, I was able to witness this immortal London merchant with my own eyes.”

The voice just fell.

Son Gohan frowned.

Saitama observed the Hanged King carefully.

He was a giant, dwarfing all who dared look him in the face.

He was wrapped from head to toe in brocade.

Funny servants crawled over him like insects, and around his neck hung a noose of thorns, binding him forever to the throne.

Although his mummified hands still looked human, wriggling tentacles were seen swaying back and forth beneath his tattered robes.

It's also suspicious.

Whether he still retains his human form.

"..."

The king trembled and groaned, and the servants shook with him.

The whole palace trembled with his agony. The ghostly flames dimmed.

Sickly yellow smoke poured from his wounds, sinking lazily to the ground beneath him. The ghostly flames dimmed.

Sickly yellow smoke gushed from his wounds.

Slowly sinking to the ground beneath him.

Three masked lords.

Emerging from a strange mist, each mask oozed a thick, corrosive liquid that slowly eroded its owner.

They are white-collar lords, with a face of diligence.

Lord Huang, with a hateful face.

Red Lord, with a face of joy.

Black Lord, wearing the face of pain.

Of course he was nowhere to be found, having long since been exiled for a crime no one dared to speak of.

The tall, lithe Ambassador strode in, the only one in the city not wearing a mask, his skin smooth and dark.

It's impossible to tell if it's naked or wearing some kind of seamless costume.

But its feet were on high, narrow heels, and its fingers seemed to have long, pointed nails.

"The Masked Lord, the Ambassador of Alagadda, and the Hanged King all extend a solemn welcome to the London Undead Merchant, learned alchemist and master of the occult, and his distinguished companions."

The Red Lord greeted the people in black robes.

Exuding wanton desire, the Red Lord's voice was old and decadent.

"Thank you, my Lords, Your Excellency, and Your Majesty, for your hospitality,"

The man in black robe bowed gracefully.

"I would like to express my sincerest apologies for the absence of another of our companions. As you know, he is suffering from a rather serious illness."

"Unable to attend such a lively festival. As for the young warlock, unfortunately he is busy with... what could be called the indiscretions of youth."

The entire court.

All burst into laughter at this pathetic excuse, and they all turned to look at the Ambassador.

Wait for it to answer.

"Absence is excused,"

Ambassador Alagadda said this calmly, grinding his nails lazily, and that was the end of the story.

The man in black robe looked a little nervous.

"Enough of the pleasantries," said the ambassador, striding forward with his hands on his hips.

"You promised me a new toy."

"Where is it?"

At this moment, the man in black robe took a deep breath.

They from his arms.

Suddenly he took out a crow.

The crow had a piece of yellow cloth in its beak, which made it look a bit funny.

The man in black robe said in a deep voice at this time.

"There's an adult...who hopes to see a little more fun this time."

The voice just fell.

The Hanged King and the Alagadda Ambassador froze in their places and suddenly shouted.

"Do not!!"

next second.

The world in front of Son Gohan and the others and the wand man suddenly changed at this moment.

At the same time, the narration sounded in my ears.

How about the kings?

Once upon a time, the king of Agga prayed to the great abyss and called upon the three Yamas, saying, "I wish I may not die."

Yan Luo said, "You can take a chance."

Play leaf games with Yu Lei.

He played tossing pots with Yama and chess with Ksitigarbha, and bet with his clan, subjects, and even birds and beasts.

The king cannot win.

Yama then demanded the souls of the nobles, the common people, and the livestock. Disasters followed, with widespread epidemics, endless wars, and only one in ten people surviving.

The rest rose up in rebellion, killed all the dukes and ministers, and trapped the king in the court.

When the screen reappears.

Son Gohan found themselves in front of a palace, with flames licking the gold and silver-inlaid walls.

That is the magnificent palace belonging to the king.

Shivering under the licking.

The riots spread among farmers, workers, and even once loyal and law-abiding citizens.

Now they all rushed into the palace to try to get a share of the treasure.

The king's followers and attendants.

Killed with knives, swords, clubs and stones, even the court jester was not spared.

"here it is...."

Saitama stood there in a daze.

"It was such a long time ago. I've never heard of such a thing happening before."

"Could this... be the place where the king was hanged in the past?"

The Wandsman muttered.

Just as he finished speaking, the same voice rang in the ears of Son Gohan and the others.

[Ding! Key intelligence has been witnessed, and more information is being released...]

[Once upon a time there was a king, surrounded by his subjects]

Once power is lost, the crown changes hands

[Cheers rise, flames rise]

[The palace was in ruins and burning fiercely].

Chapter 99: The Three Yamas Who Created Everything! Our Blood Is Dedicated to the Hanged King!

space station.

Lu Mo stared at the light screen in front of him.

"That guy actually showed up to interfere and seemed to want to help the agents."

"interesting."

Lu Mo touched his chin with interest.