Zhuang Mingge was walking halfway and suddenly sighed, "Where are we going now?"

"What stupid things are you saying, of course I took you to trial."

"Oh, what about the place where the trial is?"

“The first floor of the Tower of Babel.”

Someone quickly and simply answered Zhuang Mingge's words, but for some reason, his tone seemed to be panicked. If he hadn't deliberately captured it, he would probably have not noticed the tremolo flashing in his tone.

So Zhuang Mingge sighed again and took off the cloth strip that was blindfolded by his eyes.

What appeared in front of him was a deserted wilderness. Although he felt like he was walking down, Zhuang Mingge actually found that it was still the 41st floor and had not changed from the beginning.

I discovered this only a few minutes ago.

They thought that the Forbidden Demon Lock sealed the magic power in Zhuang Mingge's body, so they treated him as an ordinary person.

He never thought that Zhuang Mingge had other powers to use. Using the power of the Sun God, Zhuang Mingge clearly felt that they had actually been taking him around the forty-one level.

Seeing Zhuang Mingge taking off the blindfolded cloth strip, the six men's faces became ugly, especially the red-haired magician, who hung his eyes and stared at him fiercely, and the murderous aura in his pupils was released without hesitation.

"I always thought you didn't dare to kill me!"

Zhuang Mingge found that the murderous aura in the other party's eyes was real, and he might have really killed him. The situation of fighting with the monster just now was probably simulated by them.

"Aren't you afraid of the people behind me?"

The red-haired magician laughed fiercely. "Of course I will be afraid of it in normal times, but there are too many people you offended, and there are too many people who wish you could die."

Instead of killing him immediately, he started chatting with Zhuang Mingge, probably thinking that Zhuang Mingge no longer had the power to challenge him.

"When I came, I had already received an order from a king. Be sure to kill you here, so..."

"So I have to die here today?"

"Yes."

"Are you the same?" Zhuang Mingge looked at the other people and suddenly discovered a subtle sense of incongruity. The other five magicians stood around Zhuang Mingge like a stone pillar to prevent him from escaping. They seemed to have not heard of his question, and their expressions did not change at all.

Zhuang Mingge changed his face, "Putao."

"Yes, it's so smart. The king has turned them into puppets. We will encounter terrible monsters later, and then both you and them will die here. And I will take the opportunity to escape, hide my identity with the help of the king, and live a completely different life than we are now."

He said that he couldn't help laughing involuntarily.

"Are you not afraid of capsizing in the gutter if you talk too much nonsense?" Zhuang Mingge mocked.

The red-haired magician glanced at the chains in Zhuang Ming's singer contemptuously, "Who are you qualified to be my opponent with the Forbidden Demon Lock? You are not qualified to capsize."

“There are exceptions for everything.”

"The king's plan is thorough. Even if there are exceptions, you can catch you again. Give you a good way to die."

"After saying so much, who is the king in your mouth?"

"You don't need to know this."

"Is the king here?"

"If the king is not here, will I still dare to touch you?" The reason why the red-haired magician was willing to say so much nonsense to Zhuang Mingge was nothing more than having the king as his backer. No matter what Zhuang Mingge did, he could not escape the ending of death. So he mocked him to satisfy his vanity.

Any exception is meaningless in front of the king.

Zhuang Mingge also said so much nonsense to this brainless magician with the same purpose to determine whether there is a king in the Tower of Babel. He just wanted to know who the king who killed him was. He was not afraid of the king.

Zhuang Mingge, who had thirteen contracts in hand, had no problem walking sideways in the magic world. Even if the king appeared and was besieged by so many demons and monsters of the Hell Lord level, he would have to be hated. Those who died cannot die again.

But if a king emphats himself with hostility once, Zhuang Mingge can fall into a very passive situation.

"After saying so much, I should send you on the way."

The red-haired magician sneered, took out a bottle of blue potion from his pocket with his right hand, and broke it on the ground. Suddenly, a faint fragrance filled the air.

Zhuang Mingge is not very clear about what this thing is, but its function is probably to attract monsters.

After a while, the ground swayed slightly.

It was like a group of horses galloping. The earth made a rumbling sound. Zhuang Mingge raised his head and looked into the distance. A black line appeared at the end of his sight. There were hundreds of different monsters forming black lines, running towards here frantically. If so many monsters were splashed, the rest would probably be a pool of mud.

"You're here to die, Barrett."

No matter whether he killed Zhuang Mingge, he didn't even have the courage to do it. He was afraid that his behavior would be divined by the astrologer, so he went to this way of killing people with a knife.

"Don't you think it's too late to run away now, come down for me!!!"

Zhuang Mingge suddenly let out a loud roar, and his voice shot out like a shock wave in all directions. The earth collapsed instantly, and the air ripples appeared layer by layer, and wherever he passed, there were devastated.

The red-haired magician who had just flew into the sky and was about to escape was as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer of dozens of tons, and instantly fell straight from the sky to the ground.

"You...you..."

The red-haired magician grew up in fear and could not spit out a complete sentence. The shock wave just now broke his sternum and seemed to penetrate into his heart. Large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Oh no!

Zhuang Mingge was about to turn around and escape, but the dazzling blood swept him in like a vast ocean. His reason was swallowed up in an instant, and all that was left was crazy fighting consciousness.

He slowly set his eyes on the running monsters, and a hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The chains in his hands were burned into iron by the sun's holy flames. Zhuang Mingge walked step by step towards the source of the earth's shock. The breath of death evaporated from his body and radiated overwhelmingly.

He once again changed from a human to a god of death walking on earth, and a god of death that reaps life.

"I walk on earth, sprinkle death, I walk on earth, harvest life, I walk on earth, collect sinful souls, and summon the gates from the underworld."

He recited a wonderful mantra in a language that humans cannot hear, which was the word of God, a mantra that God chanted when he was driving his own power.

Boom!

A gate made of white bones suddenly landed from the sky and hit the ground.

The towering gate exudes the power of suppressing death. It is the hometown of the dead, the kingdom of the dead, and the place where the soul finally returns. This is not the real gate of the underworld, it is just a projection, but the pressure brought by the projection up to hundreds of meters makes all monsters uneasy.

They stopped running, as if they were afraid of the sudden appearance of the bone gate, and they were stagnant, and they were hesitant to retreat immediately.

The gate of the underworld made of white bones suddenly trembled, and the lush white bones kept falling from above. The endless white bones were like the pouring Milky Way, like a rushing flood, breaking through the dam and sweeping the entire earth.

Skeletons made of white bones stood up and formed a terrifying army of skeletons.

The army of white bones, like a sea of ​​bones, surrounded Zhuang Mingge heavily in the middle, and a huge white bone throne slowly swam over the endless sea of ​​white bones and skeletons.

Countless skeletons knelt on the ground, forming steps one after another, respectfully letting their king step on the stairs, step by step, and sit on the throne of the throne of the throne.

In the world, except Pluto, the other gods can make endless bones devote their loyalty.

Zhuang Mingge stole the power of Pluto, endured the curse of Pluto, exercised Pluto's power, and directed the sea of ​​skeletons to sweep the entire Tower of Babel.

So, the disaster began.

As he said, he sprinkled death and collected life.

At this moment, countless lives are withering, and countless people are entering death.

The situation that Zhuang Mingge once tried his best to avoid eventually happened. He lost his mind and commanded the army of bones to harvest his life.

All the lives from the forty-one level were killed by him in just a few hours.

Whether it was the monsters that were originally here or the magicians wandering here, they were all killed by the army of white bones, and they could not die again.

Afterwards, Zhuang Mingge waved his arms and the endless army of bones stepped onto the forty-second floor and began to fight.

When he gradually regained his rationality, his life had already exceeded ten thousand.

The only thing worth comforting is that most of the people who died in his hands were monsters, and there were very few humans.

Especially Zhuang Mingge knew and cared about nothing.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief invisibly.

But the problems that followed were piled up like mountains. Zhuang Mingge was commanding the endless army of bones to kill, sitting upright on the throne of bones, sprinkling death and harvesting life. This has been spread throughout the Tower of Babel.

Because of his crazy killing, the magic exchange match has stopped.

Now everyone knows that the focus is no longer the so-called exchange competition, but Zhuang Mingge himself. The army of bones he summoned was too despicable to death.

This made many magicians think of the king who once released the Black Death, causing one-third of the people in Europe to die.

The king who became famous in the world by practicing the undead magic was besieged to death by countless people.

From that time on, the King of the Necromancer was a taboo. The existence that was not allowed to be mentioned was feared by countless magicians. It is still a very famous existence to this day.

Zhuang Mingge's swagger undoubtedly reminds people of the taboo king.

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