Can."

"Just prepare a little bit. There is something important that you need to do in person tonight."

"Yes, Mr. Kong." Orange saluted, "I wonder what the important matter is? For the glory of the empire, Orange will not hesitate even if his body is shattered."

Zhong Liwu suddenly let out a few evil laughs: "A country cannot live without a king, and a king cannot live without a descendant. The Sun and Moon Empire now needs a crown prince to silence everyone."

Hearing the word "Crown Prince", Orange suddenly trembled all over and subconsciously looked towards the non-humanoid "Xu Tianran".

Could it be that the Imperial Master wants to fight it himself...

No, if that were the case, she would rather die!

What's more, didn't Xu Tianran no longer have that ability during his lifetime?

Kong Deming also said: "The current Sun and Moon Empire needs a crown prince, or at least a prince. This is not only good for the empire, but also good for you to stabilize your position."

"If the Far North Plan had not failed, this matter could have been postponed. But without this, the current empire needs a burst of support. With your wisdom, you should be able to understand that the crown prince is trying to stabilize your own position.

, and not others.”

Orange's face was pale, his whole body was trembling, and he said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Kong, national master, but...but he...but he..."

Kong Deming glanced at Orange, showed a smile, and said calmly: "Oh, you don't have to worry about this. I can find a way to implant a seed in your body to let it take root and sprout."

"I expected that something like this would happen long before Xu Tianran was killed, so that night, I left part of it through the soul guide in advance. Now I just need to implant it through means."

"As long as a boy is born, he will be the future emperor and heir of the Sun and Moon Empire. We can even destroy this puppet after the child is born and let you get involved in politics as the Queen Mother."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "If it is a girl... then you need to repeat it again. There are enough seeds to support you to give birth to a real crown prince.

Come."

Kong Deming's old voice was very rich, as kind as a grandfather who loved his granddaughter.

But to Orange's ears, this voice sounded just cold.

She is nothing more than a tool.

Orange raised his head and looked at Kong Deming sadly: "Mr. Kong, is there no other way?"

"No." Kong Deming said with a smile.

He was still smiling and maintaining that kind expression.

But in Orange's eyes, this smile was like the face of a demon, cold and terrifying, making people shudder.

Kong Deming has never been a good man, let alone a kind elder.

Can someone who can directly create humanoid biological weapons through drugs be a kind person?

Can he be a good person who can help Ye Xishui create the Tower of Death, a soul-driven quasi-level ten soul guide, and cooperate with the Holy Spirit Cult?

impossible.

Kong Deming may have extremely high talent for soul tools and strong scientific research capabilities, but this will definitely not be linked to his character.

This does not mean that he has noble moral character, admirable virtues, and other such things.

Zhongli smiled solemnly: "Go back to your palace to prepare. This matter should not be delayed. After it is done, you can quickly set off and return to the front line. I hope... you won't do anything to disappoint me.

thing."

"Yes, Imperial Master."

Orange's body trembled again, but he finally agreed and left sadly.

After leaving the door, the look on Orange's face became increasingly sad and humiliating.

Enduring humiliation and bearing the burden, is this the price of revenge?

However, even Orange herself didn't notice that at some point, there was a coldness quietly growing in the depths of her eyes.

...

On the edge of the undead demiplane, a large weapons testing area.

"Fuck! It's done! It's successful!"

"Is this the Dark Knight? It looks a bit weird!"

"It looks to me like a black sack that has become a sperm."

"Sack? No, no, it looks like a swaying seaweed to me."

"Nonsense, it's just a black sack!"

"When I say seaweed, it's seaweed. If you don't accept it, let's have a fight!"

"Come just come, I'm afraid you will be the same! See you in the big square after the meeting is over. Whoever is a coward will be a grandson."

"Let's see if I can survive you later."

"It's awesome, it's awesome. I don't know what talents this new race has. I hope it's stronger and more practical."

"..."

A group of experimenters and another group of onlookers gathered around a huge altar-like object, shouting and making noises.

The words "f*ck" and "awesome" kept coming from his mouth.

Just on that altar, there is a person...oh no, one...no, no, one!

A humanoid creature that was as dark as a shadow and had a very strange shape stood there.

Now it is waving its limbs happily, showing an erratic swaying posture like seaweed.

It is obvious that this humanoid creature, which looks like a black plastic bag, is the black warrior that Qian Chaoguang has been thinking about for several years. It has a substantial soul body that is completely opposite to the undead.

After several years of research by Yinlux, and with the help of observing the environment of the Douluo Palace ruins, the Black Warrior Reincarnation Altar was finally born.

But now it seems that the black warriors born through the altar of reincarnation are much stronger than the original ones born naturally, Yang Wusheng and Tai Yun.

At least once "born", the reincarnated black warrior is directly an intermediate undead creature, and naturally possesses the heart of the undead.

Well, maybe this has something to do with the fact that the reincarnated person itself is an intermediate undead with the heart of the undead.

After the newly born black warrior finally mastered his own form, his originally erratic body began to gradually shrink and solidify, taking on a solid feeling.

Moreover, the black color on his body is also fading away, and the whole person shows a unique and strange color.

How do you describe that feeling?

It's probably like a faded photo, with the skin tending to be gray, making it look a little unreal.

But if you look at it from a distance and ignore the power of death that occasionally pops up, there is almost no difference between the black warrior and the real person.

Although they are still in the state of soul bodies, they are as solid and substantial as Yinlix's soul.

In other words, Darth Vader is the complete opposite of the undead.

The undead have no entity, are completely immune to physical damage, and are mainly attacked by magic.

The Black Warrior has a physical body and is fully equipped with speed, strength, reaction and other aspects.

It can be said that the Black Warrior is a natural melee master.

No matter how fast the nerve conduction speed is, you can't reach your soul faster than you can!

Thanks to their bodies that can be shaped at will, various weapons can be transformed into their hands at will.

Now the black warrior is trying out his innate ability, trying to transform the spirit of the weapons he used to use during his lifetime.

It is not difficult to tell from the rounds of exclamations around him that he succeeded.

Not only did he transform into his former martial soul, but he also seemed to be able to use some of the soul skills he had before he was born.

An undead soul who was still in the soul state couldn't help but float forward, and his body flashed a few times: "Old Meng, how does it feel to be reincarnated into a black warrior? Do you feel good?"

"It feels so good! It feels so damn good!"

The black warrior waved the ferocious claws condensed on his hands, releasing powerful waves.

Then he used the innate ability of mid-level undead creatures to transform into soul armor.

The dark armor and stomach combined with the pale black flame make it even more majestic.

This black warrior's name is Meng Xin, and he was originally a being similar to an evil soul master.

The ferocious hand claw martial spirit makes him have a naturally high affinity for the power of death breath, resentment and other forces.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Before he becomes an undead, every time he kills a person, or a life form with a high enough life level, the accumulation will accumulate on these claws.

Some resentment.

After he was reincarnated into the Dark Knight, his original talent was once again amplified and became even more terrifying and handy.

Originally, he could only use a little bit of resentment accumulated from killing lives to assist himself.

Now, he can directly use the resentment and the power of death breath born in his body for double blessing, and his strength has greatly increased.

During his lifetime, when he was enslaved by the Holy Spirit Cult, he was just an ordinary soul emperor, with mediocre strength and extremely poor soul ring ratio.

Now that he has become the Dark Knight, he has reached the sky in one step.
To be continued...