MTL - As An Immortal, I Had To Pretend To Be A Vampire-Chapter 651 evil **** threat

  Chapter 651 The Threat of the Evil God

  Fang Cheng asked Daisy: "Who are the remaining two distinguished guests?"

  Daisy didn't answer, but put it off: "It's better to wait for you to meet in person, I won't mention their names."

  Fang Cheng didn't care as much as her, but secretly guessed, could this woman be the ghost who left a note for him on the envelope last night?

  He thought for a while and asked, "Have you solved the math problem I gave you last night?"

  I thought Daisy would be embarrassed or evade, but she took out a piece of paper from her body and handed it to Fang Cheng: "This is the answer, do you see any mistakes or omissions?"

  Fang Cheng: "..."

  He took the paper, glanced at it, and put it away.

   "Very well, I remember you."

  A smile appeared on Daisy's face immediately.

  Under her leadership, Fang Cheng quickly came to a circular room.

  The room is large in size, surrounded by uneven stone walls, with several portraits hung, and only one window leading to the balcony.

   In the middle is a huge round table, and the light of the chandelier shoots down from the top, like daytime.

  When Fang Cheng came in, the rest of the people were already there.

  He looked around and found that after one night, the favorability of this group of people towards him had increased.

   Peng Jie was positive by adding a few points, while everyone else was negative by adding a few points.

  It seems that the face-to-face gambling last night made this group of people more and more disadvantaged after returning home.

  Facing unfriendly gazes, Fang Cheng sat down calmly.

  Although Peng Jie was sitting next to him, in order to avoid suspicion, he did not initiate a conversation with him.

  Dracula smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, how did you rest last night?"

  Fang Cheng yawned: "It's okay."

   Fortunately, his waist is made of iron, otherwise he would be exhausted sooner or later: "You said the other two distinguished guests have arrived, where are they?"

   "Please wait a moment, we will be there soon."

  Fang Cheng's surveillance eyes were all over the city, and he didn't feel that a stranger was approaching.

  The round table fell silent, and suddenly, everyone felt that the temperature was dropping.

  A faint mist diffused in from the window and the door, making the whole room foggy in a blink of an eye.

   Various strange movements appeared in the mist, accompanied by looming figures swaying.

  The strong demonic aura spread with the mist, and groups of monsters appeared in the fog.

  This is Fort Braun, Dracula's lair, and there are monsters coming here to shop, it's really terrible.

  Dracula was not angry because he was offended, and continued to maintain his demeanor.

   Instead, Apollonius snorted coldly.

   The monsters in the mist quickly disappeared, and then, the sound of horseshoes sounded outside the door.

  A very tall horse appears in the mist.

  This horse is completely black, with a pair of eyes that burn like flames, and is surrounded by death.

   Sitting on the horseback is a tall figure wearing a cloak and armor.

   From the neck up, it is empty.

  This unique shape immediately reminds people of his identity—the Headless Horseman.

  The headless horseman holds the rein in his right hand and holds a head in the other hand.

  The complexion and skin texture of the head are like moldy cheese, with a big mouth and big fly-like compound eyes.

  Dracula didn't get up, but smiled and said, "You are welcome, Duralhan, please sit down."

   The headless horseman looked around with his head clamped around his waist, then lifted his legs off the horse and sat on an empty seat.

  The undead dark horse behind him quickly disappeared with the mist.

  Dracula enthusiastically introduced everyone's identity to him.

  I don't know if it's an illusion, but when Fang Cheng was introduced, he felt something was wrong with the way the headless horseman looked at him.

  He looked at the Headless Horseman's stats.

  Name: Duralhan

  Level: 98

Sex: Male

  Type: Undead

   Favorability: -30

   There are several monsters, why do they have a bad impression of themselves?

  Fang Cheng touched his face subconsciously. Does this group of people have any special discrimination against handsome guys?

  It was obviously the first time we met, and even without saying a word, it was already hostile.

  Fang Cheng was confused for the first time by his cute face.

   After the Headless Horseman sat down, there was a loud bang.

  A huge coffin flew in through the window and hit the balcony straight, shaking the entire floor.

   This is a boxy stone coffin with a large number of inscriptions and pictures carved on it, full of ancient Egyptian style.

  Fang Cheng couldn't help calling Peng Jie from the bottom of his heart: "Hey, why did your kind bring the bed too."

  Peng Jie was quite speechless: "I am a zombie, not the same species as a mummy."

   "I see no difference."

   While the two were talking from the bottom of their hearts, the lid of the sarcophagus was pushed away and rolled aside.

  A bandaged hand reached out from inside and grabbed the edge.

  Then, the owner of the sarcophagus sat up from inside.

  Fang Cheng thought he would see a mummy covered in bandages, but instead saw the other party wearing a golden mask and silk clothes.

  The mask is made of gold leaf, embedded with precious stones and stained glass, and the forehead part is decorated with the eagle **** and the cobra god. It is roughly the same as the pharaoh's mask, but there are differences in details.

  Silk was not produced in ancient Egypt. The silk clothes on this mummy were probably custom-made in modern times.

  The mummy turned over and left the sarcophagus, and sat on the empty seat next to Fang Cheng.

  Fang Cheng turned his head and glanced at him, and it happened that the other party also turned his head to look over.

  Obviously through the mask, but Fang Cheng could clearly feel the other party's gaze falling on his face through the mask.

  He took the opportunity to look at the opponent's attributes.

  Name: Imhotep

   Level: 97

Sex: Male

  Type: Mummy

  Favourability: 2

  Fang Cheng was shocked.

   Not because of the name, but because the other party actually has two points of affection for him.

   The two points of favorability should be brought by his face, and this is also the second person besides Peng Jie who has no negative favorability points for him.

   Guys, this is a friend to make.

  Dracula welcomed Imhotep, and then introduced everyone to each other.

  Imhotep is a very famous figure in the history of ancient Egypt. He is a prime minister, priest, writer, and doctor. He is also the founder of ancient Egyptian astronomy and architecture.

   But his greatest achievement was the first to take out the internal organs and make them into mummies, and he was also the designer of the stepped pyramid.

  Simply speaking, Imhotep is the ancestor of all mummies. After his death, of course, he was also buried as a mummy and turned into a **** in ancient Egyptian legends.

  When Dracula introduced Fang Cheng's identity, Fang Cheng found that Imhotep's favorability towards him had suddenly changed.

   changed from 2 to -25, and suddenly changed from a good impression to hostility.

  Fang Cheng's mood suddenly turned bad.

   What kind of rotten fish and rotten shrimp mummy, make friends with Nima.

  At the same time, he also realized that the negative favorability of this group of people for him should not be because of his face, but because of his identity, otherwise Imhotep would immediately change his attitude after hearing his identity.

   It’s just that I didn’t seem to have done anything harmful, and I even killed the death knight who killed the undead nemesis.

   It’s fine if you don’t appreciate me, why are you still hostile to me?

  Fang Cheng had a vague guess in his mind that the reason might be Dracula.

  After Imhotep arrived, the eight seats at the round table were already full, and all the staff were present.

  This round table is now gathering the top characters of undead monsters.

  Although the quantity is not large, the gold content is very high.

  In addition, Fang Cheng has five disaster levels, and three more are just close to the door.

   The total number of monsters that have to die is not large, but they can become one of the three major categories. The reason is that the high-end force is too strong.

  All the guests were present, and Dracula finally got to the point.

   "This time I invite you to this gathering, mainly to discuss three issues, the threat of the evil god, the mother's body, and the competition in the kingdom of the undead. You should have already noticed that we are not the same as the evil god..."

  Dracula talked about it endlessly, and the content was the three forces of the earth today.

  These secrets that Fang Cheng has collected with great painstaking efforts are not unique to him.

   There are old monsters present, and they have survived much longer than Fang Cheng. It is normal to know these secrets, but it is strange not to know them.

  Everyone came here after hearing that Dracula had secret news.

  I want to hear some dry stuff from him, not some nonsense.

  The Headless Horseman knocked on the table with his hand, and said with his head on his hand, "If your so-called secrets refer to these things, then my trip here is a waste of time."

  This sentence is really blunt. Fang Cheng noticed that the Headless Horseman's hostility towards Dracula may not be low.

  Dracula was not angry, but smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, let's get to the point right away. You all know that the evil gods have always wanted to leave the subspace and descend to the earth, but have you noticed that the difficulty of their descent is getting lower and lower?"

  The round table was silent for a while, and Imhotep said, "That's true."

  The legends belonging to him here are the oldest, and theoretically live longer.

   "In my time, the heretics could only rely on tiny powers from the evil gods. They were just a group of ants that could be easily extinguished, but after my death, they had grown to the point where they could not be wiped out."

  Joyce also interjected: "The Secret Society of the Night has recently dealt with several incidents involving cults. For a cult with only a few hundred people, the power of the evil **** that can be used is already quite terrifying."

  Everyone here can empathize. The proliferation of cults has intensified, and the advent of evil gods has become more frequent.

  Fang Cheng recently experienced two evil gods in North America and subspace, one success and one failure, so he has a right to speak.

   But there are too many people who are hostile to him here, so he keeps silent for now.

   "Everyone, do you know why the difficulty of the coming of the evil **** is getting lower and lower?"

  Dracula didn't wait for others to answer, he said: "Because the crack connecting the subspace to the earth is getting bigger and bigger."

   This possibility is not unconsidered, but Dracula said it in a positive tone.

   Aziz stared at him: "Where's the evidence?"

  Dracula replied: "I tried it myself. Compared with a hundred years ago, the difficulty of opening the subspace has dropped many times, and the cracks that expand are also shocking."

  (end of this chapter)