The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

"Anyway, you just need to tell your saint when the time comes. There is another incarnation of me on that land speeder."

"Oh? Who is it? Mobius, Satan or Cosich? Or maybe those I haven't seen before?"

"Hmph, I won't tell you now, but don't worry, I will give you a big surprise then!"

Black Snake said firmly.

After all, using incarnations such as Mobius and Cosich in the past few times, Yeragond's daily actions are still a bit restrained...at least, not like this time with the [Mountain Snow Ghost King] transformation. So close physically.

This will not work.

Friends can be closer...and this body has shown the black snake that different incarnations will also affect Yeragond's actions towards him.

Then surely, using the incarnation of Kasheena, he can definitely take his friendship with Yeragonde to a further level, right?

According to Black Snake's observations of life forms such as giant beasts, they seem to have the concept of gender.

So the relationship between people of the same sex must be more open-minded than the relationship between people of the opposite sex, right?

Black Snake thought smugly.

'Hmph, you are worthy of me. Even without the ability to read minds, I can still make such extraordinary social plans step by step and rely on my own knowledge and experience. '

……

Rhode Island.

After receiving the report from the staff of the Engineering Department, Kelsey looked through Rhode Island's internal communication network with a slight headache.

Originally, it would not be her turn to handle this matter. Rhode Island's secrets would be leaked, and posts that harmed Rhode Island's interests would be handled by specialized personnel.

Those responsible will read the content of the post carefully first. If it is just a complaint, they will not care.

But the content of this post was not only weird, but the person who posted it also gave Kelsey a headache.

Kelsey clicked on the small post signed [Tireless Little Card].

The title of the post already made Kelsey's veins bulge.

"Shocking! An organization that calls itself a medical company actually has an unspoken rule of fixed weekly killing targets..."

slander!

Kelsey angrily deleted the post.

Being well-informed, she felt that the other party's methods of spreading rumors were a bit childish, and the content was also a bit unintentional. It was more like they were just trying to stir up Kelsey's nerves, simply for the sake of being dark.

How could there be a medical company that has a fixed killing target every week?

Chapter 328 The black snake and the shapeshifter are close friends. How could I have such a dream?

"Damn, sure enough, sure enough... you are that demon!"

In Iberia, in an unknown town, a dying Sakota fell to the ground and looked up with hatred. Standing directly in front of him was a local priest in simple clothes.

This male priest does not have the ferocious horns on his head that are common among demons. On the contrary, his hair is mixed with a few strands of feathers.

But he is definitely not Li Boli!

The priest had an expressionless face, holding a Bible in his right hand, and his left hand turned into green viscous liquid and spread to the ground.

He watched silently the useless struggles of the Lateran notary,

"You hurt me, [compatriot]."

"Shut up, who would be of the same clan as a despicable race like yours? I am Sakta, and you are Sakaz..."

"Am I Sakaz?"

The priest tilted his head, and the green slime gradually spread around the Sakota man who fell to the ground.

"The Origin Stone has left traces on you, but you have forgotten me and the shapeshifters... Although we are still considered Sakaz, we are rejected by the ocean of Sakaz consciousness and are not accepted by the Sakaz people. Accepted by the soul.”

The residents of this town gradually awoke from their sleep.

The people of Sakota looked out of the church windows, and the lights began to come on in every house.

"Hmph! I have nothing to say to you, a demon clan... Kill or behead him as you wish!"

"It's obviously you, an outsider who broke into my house... But I'm curious, why do you still dare to sneak in alone when you know my identity? Even your cardinal, if you don't go together, They won’t have the guts to appear in front of us.”

A woman dressed as a fisherman opened the closed door of the church with an expressionless face.

The Laterans looked with some fear at the woman with green liquid in her eyes, and the residents behind her who were also expressionless and holding torches.

Although the newcomer to the notary office knew that there were shapeshifters lurking in this small town, he didn't expect there to be so many.

Seeing the residents who greeted him or even greeted him warmly during the day, turned into expressionless, puppet-like zombies at night, fear crept into the heart of this Sakota man.

What made him even more unacceptable was yet to come.

The woman began to melt into a pool of green slime, but she did not collapse to the ground, but regrouped.

The originally thin body became taller, and the fisherman's clothes were replaced by the clothes of the notary. In the disbelief eyes of the Sakota people, a Lateran man with the same face, figure, and clothing appeared in front of him.

The only difference is that the other person doesn't have that bright halo on his head.

The 'Rutland man' touched his head, showed a slightly disappointed expression, and murmured:

"Sure enough, the [Law] still gives enough protection to you traitors... But it doesn't matter. Even if we can't obtain your past thoughts and memories, we can still figure out the logic of your recent behavior."

"Well... you are a newcomer to the notary office, and you are eager to prove yourself to your seniors."

"If you kill an incarnation of a shapeshifter, what a great achievement it will be."

"You don't have much compassion for the other residents of this town. Otherwise, you should report it to the higher ups and let the established papal knights deal with me... the rare Sakota."

"Your laws are not impeccable, and you want to use the collective's beautiful illusions about civilization to purify personal desires... If your collective does not only have one idea, how can you do it?"

"You didn't even report it to the notary office... Sure enough, even in Sakota, there is still a gambler's mentality, but you take it too naturally."

"Don't you know?"

The priest began to melt, and the green slime regrouped, turning into a petite image with long green hair, green pupils, and a cape, and was indistinguishable between male and female.

The Shapeshifter Lord... No, it should be called the Shapeshifter Group Consciousness.

He squatted on the ground and looked at the somewhat lost Lateran.

The residents who came over also showed their green pupils.

"Whenever a shapeshifter appears, no matter how weak or dying it looks...be careful, and be more careful."

"After all, placing one or even several more powerful clones near a weak clone is my usual predatory tactic."

"Not to mention..."

“A friend of mine taught me more tricks.”

……

The next day, the town returned to its former peace.

This extremely ordinary town in Iberia is up and running again. It has work, communication, commerce, transportation... everything that a normal town should have.

One of the Iberian judges hurried through this town and left after not smelling the smell of the [ocean].

An ordinary and ordinary town is not worthy of busy inquisitors stopping here.

However, they are also somewhat relieved that at least there are still some towns in Iberia that have not been infiltrated by the madmen of the Deep Sea Church.

……

And as all the outsiders in this town left, one of the residents melted into a puddle of green slime in broad daylight.

But the surrounding residents were unmoved.

How could you be surprised by what you did?

One of the women, Li Boli, who had his trouser legs rolled up, approached the person who had been reconstituted by the solution, found a stool and sat down, waiting quietly.

It was an old man with white hair, wearing luxurious clothes, with a scar on his left eye, and his eyes were closed tightly.

That was none other than the "Duke of Coscice."

The shapeshifter was suddenly confused.

'Strange...why does his body smell like the sea? '

The shapeshifters didn't know that Isamara had briefly possessed Cosiche for a while, and was doing some free 'maintenance'.

At this moment, the shape-shifter who transformed into the image of Duke Cosich opened his eyes.

[Snake] followed the connection and took the initiative to descend on this body.

……

"As expected of you, even the judges in Iberia can't see through your disguise."

"After all, this is just an ordinary town. Those judges pay more attention to Hai Hei."

"An ordinary town made up of two hundred of you? That's really ordinary... Hum, but I'm here to tell you good news!"

"What is it?"

"The [Eternal Committee] has added another member! This organization finally has a new member besides you and me."

"...Is it old pinkeye?"

"Uh... not."

"Who is that?"

"Having said that, I guess you don't know him, because that guy is a powerful homebody to a certain extent, and your clones have never stepped into the other party's territory. It would be very troublesome to describe it in detail... Well, anyway. You will get to know each other in time."

"Is that so..."

The female Li Boli melted and reappeared as the petite androgynous image.

Then he patted the stool next to him.

"It's okay, you can speak slowly."

"Right……"

The 'Duke of Cosiche' sat directly next to the other person without any hesitation.

"After all, both you and us are quite free."

The Transformer Lord looked with some boredom at the busy 'selves' keeping the town running.

'Yes, it's quite leisurely. '

Chapter 329: As a mother, Black Snake Sauce!

"By the way, Black Snake... do you want to be the Demon King?"

"...Think about it. Then will you support me?"

"You know……"

"Haha, of course I know that you never choose a certain direction, you just wander almost everywhere... Then you will remain neutral when the time comes, right?"

"uncertain."

"This joke is not funny, shapeshifter. Even if you declare in front of me that you support Trasisi, Theresa, or the alien crown prince, our friendship with you will not be flawed... But concealment and deception are the poison of friendship.”

"But we really haven't thought about it yet, Black Snake. Since concealment and deception have damaged our friendship, the fact is... we really haven't thought about it yet."

"...As far as I know, several more complete and powerful clones of you have arrived in Londinium."

"Yes, but we are still hesitating...To be honest, unlike that old pinkeye, we don't actually care who wins in the end."

"..."

"We actually don't care much about Sakaz's future fate. Whether it's the ideal brought by Theresia, the war launched by Tresis, or Sakaz becoming your nourishment, for us, It doesn’t matter.”

"...The Blood Demon Lord is not as free and easy as you."

"Of course, although that psychopathic guy always pretends to look down on others, when the Four Nations Allied Forces invaded Kazdaele last time, he single-handedly resisted the two armies of Victoria because of the trash in his mouth. , now that the injury is almost healed, I rushed to Londinium impatiently."

"But you... or you are different. You are an immortal who is outside the royal court of Sakaz. You have witnessed the rise and fall of this race - whether it is called Tikaz or Sakaz. You have experienced Through the iterations of life, I have watched the demon kings’ continuous victories and defeats.”

"Yes, so we don't care. Even if Theresia's kindness may make the countries ignore Sakaz's voice, it is just accumulating prejudice and hatred for the next war; even if Theresa's war will make Sakaz is ushering in a wave of purges again, and Sakaz will not die just yet. Some cowardly but clever Sakaz have long since fled to Colombia, Casimir...or your Ursus."