Chapter 860 Underworld Shinkoku

"Micah, this kid has been in your stomach for fifteen years, and he still refuses to come out!"

Above Xenapus, in the city of clouds with twelve acropolis, Muria took a walk in the flowery garden with Michaelella in his arms. Surrounded by the body, from time to time, there are one or two falling on the shoulders of the two.

"It won't be long before he will be born, I can feel it!" Michaelela's face was softly stroking his flat abdomen. The heroic spirit is becoming rarer and rarer, and there is gradually the charm of a young woman on her body. For Moreya, there is a different kind of temptation.

"When he's born, I'll almost be able to wipe out the Senapus subcontinent and fulfill the promise I made."

Moreya looked at Michaelella, who was the same as when she was pregnant at first, and there was no strange color in her eyes. As an existence who had mastered the power of space, even if Michaelella was pregnant, nearly three It is impossible for ten years to become a pot-bellied woman with inconvenience like ordinary mortals.

"And then, do you really plan to build an empire?"

"Of course, according to the concept of the giant beast, I have completely destroyed and exterminated the ecology on the Senaps subcontinent. Now all I need to do is to build another complete ecology, otherwise, I will be the sinner of the world. Those guys won't let me go."

Morea smiled, "In order to do this, it is very necessary to build a centralized empire with me as the core, so that there will be the highest execution efficiency."

"Since you are going to be the founding emperor, then Void, are you still going to go?" Michaelella heard Morea's plan and asked Morea's thoughts.

"Go, of course! Everything I did from birth was to prepare for going to the void to become an epic! Even if the subcontinent of Senaps is leveled now, it is preparation for the void!" Morea explained. .

"So what happens after you leave?" Michaelella asked. She has sufficient confidence in Murray to build an empire that occupies the entire subcontinent. One of the necessary conditions for the establishment of an empire is to have a town epic, and for Murray It's not a problem at all for Ya, "The successor of the empire, have you thought about it?"

"Isn't this in your belly?" Morea's eyes turned to Michaelella's belly. He had already confirmed that his first child was a boy.

"Do you really want our child to be an emperor who is obsessed with secular affairs?" Although Michaelella had already heard about this matter mentioned by Muria, she was still a little dissatisfied. In her opinion,

To be a great emperor, you need to endure too much.

"What's wrong with this?" Morea asked rhetorically, "This is also a different kind of experience for him."

"This will be very tiring!" Michaelella responded. In her concept, since she wants to become an emperor, she should be responsible for every subject in the country in every detail.

She now only manages less than 1.5 million angels, and each of these angels maintains great loyalty to her. Even so, she sometimes feels tired and feels particularly tired.

She couldn't imagine how heavy a burden would be on an imperial emperor with more than hundreds of millions of subjects. Obviously, in Michaelella's vision, if her child becomes an emperor, it must be a good emperor who does his duty and is not a foolish emperor who just wants to enjoy himself.

"I will teach him how to manage!" Morea smiled. He looked at the unborn eldest son in Michaelella's belly, and showed a meaningful smile.

He has already thought about how to educate his eldest son in the future. As an emperor who will bear hundreds of millions of souls, the eldest son cannot grow up as carefree as he was when he was young. He needs to be different from the Titans and the Blazing Gods. education.

"My eldest son, being my heir is your greatest luck and your greatest misfortune!" Morea muttered to herself silently in her heart. To be honest, if Michaelela was pregnant with a girl, he might There will be a more moderate education method.

But since it's a boy, he doesn't need to be too soft. Sons and daughters need to be treated differently. He remembered the saying that a son should be raised poor, and a daughter should be raised rich.

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The silver moon hung high in the sky, and it was late at night. Morea sat on the soft couch and dealt with the government affairs that had to be handled by him.

"Ding bell!" The crisp horse bell rang beside Moreya's ear, and Moreya, who was holding a pen to handle government affairs, paused slightly, and could feel that the room he was in had been enveloped by a cold and deadly aura. The power was shrouded and dragged into an independent field.

"Interesting!" Morea put down the pen, wore a loose robe, stood up, left the desk, and walked slowly to the door, and then suddenly opened the door

Outside the door, it is not a splendid corridor, but an endless darkness, and in this darkness, a chariot emitting a white light quietly parked not far from the door,

This is a slightly broken chariot. The chariot is dragged by four skeletal warhorses with no trace of flesh and blood attached to it. The pale fire burns in their bones.

On this chariot, there is also a charioteer in gray armor. He is holding the reins of four bone war horses and stands quietly on the strings of the chariot.

When Morea appeared, his eyes also fell on Morea, and then he tilted his head slightly to gesture behind him, as if inviting Morea to get on the bus.

Moreya's eyes narrowed, he didn't speak, and he didn't make an attack, because he didn't feel any malice. Moreya looked at this chariot that appeared in a very special way, although it was a dead chariot. The chariot was haunting, but he did not raise any emotions of disgust.

"So it is!" In the end, Morea's eyes fell on the badge on the chest of the chariot fighter, and then he showed a clear look, so he wore a loose uniform and walked quickly to the chariot , and then boarded the chariot with ease, and sat cross-legged in it very naturally.

tread! tread! jingle!

When Morea sat firmly, the sound of horse hooves and horse bells rang together. Morea could feel that the chariot was moving rapidly, but because the surrounding was a darkness that could not see five fingers, there was no The reference object, so it actually gave him the illusion that the carriage seemed to be standing still.

Morea turned back, and he saw a bright yellow door. It was the door of the room where he dealt with government affairs. This door stood alone, in the sound of horses' hooves, in Moreya's eyes. It gets smaller and smaller, and finally disappears.

"How many people like you have been sent out in total?" Sitting in the carriage, Morea had nothing to do, so he directly asked the undead knight in front.

"..." Quiet and silent, the undead knight did not respond to Morea's intention at all, but just drove this undead chariot quietly and extremely cold.

And Murray, who didn't get a response, didn't care, he just made a test, because he couldn't sense the strength of the undead knight, plus the weird way of appearing just now, so Murray Ya spoke out to try it out.

"The embodiment of a certain rule!" This is Morea's determination of the identity of the undead knight. Otherwise, if it is really just a pure undead, it has no reason to ignore his questioning.

And Moreya, who was sitting on the chariot, quickly felt the new changes. He felt the darkness, which gradually became rich in death, and at the same time, the breath of the undead appeared in his induction. In the middle, and the breath gradually became stronger.

Jingle Bell!

The chariot moved fast in the dark, and soon got out of the darkness, and came to a barren and dead world. The dead aura was even more intense. They condensed into a mist and floated around the chariot, but they just approached the chariot. , disappeared directly into the invisible, and they were washed away by the strong vitality emanating from Morea.

"Is this the underworld kingdom of Hades, the king of the underworld?" Morea sat on the chariot with a look of surprise in his eyes. He entered the kingdom of a god for the first time.

Generally speaking, no normal creature wants to enter the kingdom of a god of death, because after the soul falls into the kingdom of the god, it will generally fall into a state of doom.

However, Morea had no worries. He was invited by the Hades. He was a guest, so he entered the underworld controlled by the god with his own body, and he did not hide his breath at all.

As a result, pairs of greedy and eager eyes looked at Morea. For the dead, the exuberant vitality of the living is what they most desire.

However, even the most brutal and greedy undead in the underworld, when they heard the swaying sound of the horse bell on the neck of the skeleton warhorse, they all crawled on the ground respectfully, restraining all their wicked thoughts.

Wherever the chariot passed, thousands of dead souls were all crawling.

As the chariot gradually penetrated into the underworld, what was expected happened, a chariot that looked exactly like him sat down appeared, and kept pace with him, and on the chariot, a familiar female Titan's face reflected Mu Rhea's eyes.

"Heloise, long time no see!" Seeing the familiar female Titan, Morea smiled and said hello.

"Well, it's been a long time, Moria!" After seeing Moria, Heloise stared at Moria with burning eyes. She felt Moria's strength, and she was three steps stronger than her. The gap did not make her have any negative emotions,

"After the end, let's play a game!"