In the dark underground hall, Charles, who was slumped on the rattan chair, slowly opened his eyes. In the dim light, the top of the dark cave, and the three-eyed crow like a dead person, came into his eyes.

Severe brain pain came like waves, and various chaotic scenes kept appearing in the mind, one was a scepter, one was a girl, one was a missionary, and one was a prince...

All kinds of memories are entangled, chaotic and disorderly, which is simply crazy. There is a sticky and moist feeling in the nose. When I raise my hand, the warm liquid dyes my fingers bright red.

"I……"

Looking at the blood-stained fingers in front of him, Charle frowned for a long time, then suddenly reached out and touched his lower body through his trousers. He felt the existence of an object and breathed a sigh of relief.

"How does it feel?" The old voice came into his ears. He looked up and the three-eyed crow was quietly looking at him with his only dark red eyes.

Thinking of the huge and chaotic scenes in his mind, Charles opened his mouth, as if he had countless words to say.

But in the end, he just spoke a short sentence.

“Very good, very bad.”

This sentence is very contradictory, but the other party seems not surprised by it.

"The process of recognizing yourself will clearly emerge all your shortcomings and mistakes, but this is equivalent to experiencing a real life again in a short period of time, so it is normal for human bodies to not be able to bear it."

"Is it a fight..." Charles murmured, his mind flipped, and finally he got up and patted his butt, saying to the other party: "I apologize for the threatening words I once said."

His words were a little sudden, so that the three-eyed crow was a little stunned. However, he did not think deeply about this, but replied softly: "Beware is better than being careless. Your behavior is normal. No one can easily hand over trust to others."

He said, sighing in a low voice: "Under the threat of the alien god, we can only unite, but we also need to choose our allies carefully, otherwise it will be difficult to survive the long night."

"Yes, unity." Shire nodded, "but maybe there is no need to stand up."

As he said that, he ignored the strange gaze of the three-eyed crow, smiled at the other party, and turned around and walked out of the cave.

At this time, at the entrance of the cave, the captain of the guard was leaning against the edge and holding his arms, staring at the slowly snowy gray sky.

After hearing the sound, he quickly turned his head and saw the person coming, and then he was overjoyed.

"Sir, you're finally out."

Charles nodded at him, looked up at the sky outside, "How many days have you been?"

"Three days." Tie Le answered, his face feeling a little reluctant but stopped.

Seeing this, Charles raised his eyebrows, "What's the special thing?"

"Our people...are many casualties." Iron Leg said, and said in a low tone: "We asked the short men in the hole to let us in, but they ignored them and just provided some special wood, which was good, but..."

"Just just now, the three brothers fell asleep and never woke up again. They are now preparing to cremate them at dawn."

Hearing this, some thought flashed through Charle's mind.

"Don't cremate, use waste, keep it as material."

This idea was quite tempting, but it was very cold-blooded and cruel. Resisting the urge to say this idea, he finally said slowly: "Get to bury well."

Then he unconsciously raised his hand and pinched his forehead, his face slightly gloomy and unstable.

Although the memories that emerged one after another greatly increased his knowledge, they also brought deep images to him in some aspects.

Having experienced a life that was much longer than his own life, he was a little confused now.

The original intention of the Three-Eyed Crow was to make him recognize himself, but now it makes him very messy.

"It's like forcing a shit to feed." The confused memory is annoying. Fortunately, the special sense of dislocation is gradually fading over time, so there is no need to worry too much about being lost because of it.

Rubbing the blood flowing out of his nose, Charles asked again: "Is there anything else?"

"And it's..." Tie Leg said, secretly glanced at Charles, "Our people secretly ran outside Mrs. Melisandra's tent last night..."

He said, his face feeling embarrassed. As soon as he heard this, Charles was a little stunned, but then he frowned.

"How are they now who are crazy about sperm?"

"I'm just locked up, waiting for you to come out and leave." Tie Leg replied: "The woman in the red robe blocked us and asked for people, but we didn't give them. We think it's better to wait for you to come back and judge them in person."

"What are you keeping this kind of person for? Just hand it over to Mrs. Melisandra after dawn."

He said, stepping away from the entrance of the cave, snowing all over the sky, heading towards the huge camp at the slope of the mountainside.

At this time, the sky seemed to be at dawn, and the inside of the camp was quite quiet, with only trembling patrol personnel still present.

Their faces were stiff and pale, but when they saw Charles, they felt excited and rosy, but when they spoke, their tone always seemed weak.

"Is it getting worse?"

Charle frowned and patrolled the camp while combing out the chaotic memories in his mind.

The situation is a headache now, but compared to three days ago, Charles is not that worried now.

This is not a solution to the surrounding ghost weather, but the root cause.

As long as the root cause is solved, the current situation can naturally be solved.

"But what should I do?" He fell into deep thought.

My brain hurts, but I gain a lot.

At this moment, he could think about it for a moment and several solutions emerged.

Using special spiritual summoning techniques to awaken a new controlled soul in the empty shell of the ancient alien god, and then bite the dog with the alien god. This method is a good choice. Unfortunately, the spiritual summoning technique is far from what Charles can use at present.

It is also worth trying to use space isolation magic array to isolate that seal. There is no strict strength limit, but the extremely complicated portrayal process is a headache for Shire to think about it. In fact, even the bandage of this magic array is not fully mastered, let alone him.

It is also a way to use a large amount of death to call the arrival of the demon monarch across space. However, if this method is used, then let alone the question of whether it is exposed or not and whether it can be truly arrived, that large amount of death is not so easy to do.

All methods seem to work, but there are also many troubles and restrictions, which cannot be done in a short period of time.

However, as I recalled, Charles gradually had a choice.

A method that is risky but can be tried immediately and pursued for a long time can help him gain a new life.

"Ten different people's blood, ten skulls and phalanx."

"And a heart that is out of the body but still beating."

Muting these, he turned to look at the iron legs following him.

"I changed my mind. Those five people are locked up for the time being, and I want to use it myself."
Chapter completed!