Chapter 3663 Vent Anger

In order to still have his concubines with him after his death, this monarch who took the fiancée of his ministers as his concubine was really cruel.

But no matter how cruel and greedy he was, he would never have imagined that hundreds of millions of years later, his tomb would be dug up and his body would be sent to the 'brothers' he had killed as a tool to vent his anger.

"Your Highness" watched the coffin being sent to the airship, and the dwarf adventurer leader echoed: "I always feel that something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"The body of a human race that has been dead for hundreds of millions of years shows no signs of decay at all. This is very wrong in itself."

Hearing this, I smiled slightly: "Do you still remember that human being between life and death in the underground compartment when the first tomb was dug?"

The dwarf adventurer leader suddenly realized: "You mean, this is the same?"

I nodded: "This person's method of maintaining life is different from that of that person, but they are basically the same. The former's method of maintaining life is to plunder other people's lives and stabilize them with magic circles, so that the huge vitality can permeate his body. , and then slowly complete the transformation, reaching immortality, or even immortality. The latter relies on irresistible external force to penetrate the body, making the body a container of irresistible force, and then relies on the irresistible force to hammer the body and transform it into a container. The level of life is raised to another level, thus achieving the effect of immortality.”

"That's what happened. I've been taught a lesson." The leader of the dwarf adventurer showed admiration and said respectfully, "Your Highness is really knowledgeable. He has enriched his subordinates' knowledge and broadened their horizons."

"Okay," I waved my hand and said, "This is not a small thing worthy of compliments. The cold storage room of our airship is quite large, right?"

"Yes, it's hundreds of square meters in size."

"The surrounding walls, roof, and door are all still strong, right?"

"Back to Your Highness, in order to prevent damage to the cold storage room, the four walls, roof and door are all made of materials doped with mithril."

"Mithril built a cold room, it's such a big deal." I chuckled and said, "But I have to say that my adoptive father is also very creative."

"What His Highness said is absolutely true."

The dwarf adventurer leader agreed.

"Your Highness, if that fake corpse wakes up, what should be done with it?"

"Disposal?" I shook my head: "Why dispose of it? If he wakes up, that's when he will suffer. The temperature in the refrigerator is a few points worse than the coldest place in Dashai City. If he hadn't been frozen If he goes to sleep, even if he has a great destiny and good fortune, of course he has to silently mourn his misfortune, because next, Ozma will make him unable to survive or die. If he does not survive, he will probably be lucky, at least in the future. When Ozma vents his anger, the pain will not be excruciating."

"That's it." The dwarf adventurer leader nodded: "I understand."

After the adventurers, who were as busy as ants, moved out all the burial objects in the mausoleum and moved the bodies of the buried women and guards back to Suzuki, it was time to set the fire.

Looking at the raging fire, Hathaway was very upset. She was always on the side to persuade me, hoping that I could throw the monarch's body into it.

I know she is angry because of that historical fact, but I can't do it. The reason is simple. I can't get rid of him so easily. At least, I won't do it until my friend Ozma has vented his anger.

On the airship, I quietly looked at every piece of enchanted equipment and magic equipment. It wasn't until I had another phone call with Ozma that I finally determined which piece of equipment belonged to him and which piece of equipment belonged to Kazan.

After arriving in York, I first put the team of human adventurers and experts on the airship, and told Hathaway to give the prepared gifts to Simmons Locke. Then I took the magic airship and continued sailing to Fort Witch.

The tomb robbing trip has been stopped for the time being. When the things are delivered to Ozma, I will come back to robbing the tomb.

The reason why I am so obsessed with robbing tombs is because there are too many valuable treasures inside, such as enchanted equipment, magic equipment, enchanted ores, adamantine and mithril, etc. The past few days of tomb robbing can easily destroy the back of my house. The warehouse is full.

After returning to Fort Vicky, I paid a little attention to the war in the country and learned that it had reached a stalemate, so I opened the portal with confidence, took the equipment and coffins, and stepped into the demon world.

As far as the eye can see, there are still old buildings and city walls.

There were only a few pedestrians on the street, and everyone looked lethargic.

Following the route in my memory, I quickly found the mansion where Ozma lived and walked straight in.

Ozma's mansion is still guarded by guards and waiters serving inside the mansion, but after seeing me, they did not stop me in any way. Although I have not shown up for a long time, my past deeds show that There, no one dares to despise my existence, and no one dares to stop my actions, even if it violates Ozma's will.

After all, in the eyes of everyone, although Ozma is powerful, she is just my subordinate.

Soon, I found Ozma lying on the recliner.

"Hey" I said hello from a distance: "You look very relaxed."

"When did you come back?" Ozma stared at me for a while, wondering.

"I just came back not long ago," I said, "I happen to have nothing to do, so I'll help you deliver what you need."

"What do you need?" Ozma pondered for a second, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "You said so."

"That's right, just one corpse and two sets of equipment."

After receiving these things, Ozma was so excited that he did not take the lead in checking the equipment. Instead, he opened the lid of the coffin and stared at the people in the coffin carefully.

After a long time, Ozma chuckled, and said with a ferocious face: "Hehehehe, hahahahaha, Your Majesty, it's really you. Your Majesty, do you know how hard it has been for me to find you for so many years?"

In a voice that sounded like madness, Ozma stretched out her hand and pressed it on His Majesty's forehead.

"Ha, I didn't expect that you could actually use my power to kill you, temporarily revive, and still be able to maintain it to this day. I have to say that although the Peruvian Empire is weak, there are still many capable people and strangers."

"It's just that if you were dead at that time, you might be happier. Since you are alive, be prepared to bear my anger!"

After that, I left the room and sat in the hall drinking tea.

An hour later, Ozma came out of the room refreshed. There was residual blood and skin tissue in the nails of his hands.

"Have you finished venting your anger?" I asked with a smile: "Then next, can you take a look at those two sets of equipment, are they both what you need?"