Chapter 444: The Gate to the Shadow Land

Michaela returned to his bedroom and closed the door gently.

He lifted up the hem of his skirt, put it under his knees, and knelt on the ground. He supported himself on the edge of the bed with one hand, bent down and reached under the bed.

It was very dark under the bed. Michaela snapped his fingers, and a light came on, illuminating the darkness under the bed. With the help of the light, Michaela fumbled for a while and found something that looked like a rolled-up travel sleeping bag among the sundries. The deep darkness was accompanied by a deep blue.

Holding the rolled-up thing, Michaela's body suddenly swelled, and the illusion he had maintained before disappeared. His body immediately swelled like the son of evil omen, filling the space under the bed.

The room was silent for a long time, and finally a voice was heard:

"Sister! Help me! I'm stuck!"

When Marenia came over and lifted the bed, Michaela stood up in embarrassment.

Marenia looked at Michaela's huge and ugly body. After half a year, she still couldn't bear to look at it.

Michaela smiled at her sister with some embarrassment:

"I forgot the time of transformation. Next time I will study with Lance Shanks and learn how to become a human body."

Marinia didn't pay attention to what Michaela said. She saw the scroll in Michaela's hand at a glance.

"How did you take him out?" Marenia said solemnly, "He is very dangerous."

"There is no other way. Go to the Shadow Land. This is the fastest way." Michaela said, "Have you contacted brother Monget?"

Marinia nodded: "He said to wait a moment and contact you after he finishes handling government affairs."

"Okay, let's start." Michaela said, "You go out first. I am enough here."

"He is very dangerous." Marenia was still a little worried.

"It's okay, it's okay. Your brother is the most dangerous demigod." Michaela smiled and pushed Marenia out of the room.

With his back against the door, Michaela put the scroll he was holding on the ground, rolled it out, and showed his true face.

It was Monget, who had been sucked dry and dehydrated by Michaela before.

Michaela spread Monger, took out a brass knife, cut his wrist, and extended the wound to Monger's body.

Blood poured down Monger's body. The blood full of cursed blood was immediately absorbed by Monger's shriveled body. As the skinny and shriveled body absorbed the blood, it gradually became plump and swollen, and began to change from a shriveled skin bag to a skinny son of evil omen.

A crisp ring sounded, and the pyroxene disc on the bed vibrated.

Michaela tightened his wrist, and the holy light shone, and the wound healed immediately. He took the projection disc and connected the communication.

A bust of Monget appeared on the disc.

Michaela pointed the camera at himself, grinned at Monget, and greeted enthusiastically: "Hello, Brother Monget."

Monget looked at Michaela, who looked quite similar to him, and he didn't like him.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Monget didn't say anything polite to Michaela.

Michaela said, "I'm going to the Shadow Land."

Monggot's figure shook violently, and it seemed that he didn't hold the disc firmly.

Monggot didn't expect Michaela to say such a heavyweight statement right after he came up.

"What are you going to do?" Monggot confirmed, with anger in his words.

"I'm going to the Shadow Land, or to be more precise, the nameless caravan is going to send some people there." Michaela said.

"Isn't that the place for you to do business?" Mongget was annoyed, "Do you want to challenge the majesty of the Golden Tree? Little traitor."

"Don't worry, I didn't go there for the 'door'." Michaela said, "Wuming accidentally ran to the Shadow Land, we need to pick him up."

Mongget was stunned: "How did he go there?"

"It's amazing, isn't it? After all, he is not a man who can be explained by common sense." Michaela smiled, "You also know that he has great power, and it is also dangerous for him to go to the Shadow Land, right? We go to pick him up, and it's also for your own good."

"This is not such a simple matter, the things involved are too complicated." Mongget said, "Besides, I don't have a way to go to the Shadow Land."

"I have a way. I only look for you for the approval of the Golden Tree." Michaela said, "After all, I don't want to face the anger of the Golden Tree, which has the War King and the Blessing King, as soon as I come back."

"You have a way? What do you have?" Mongget frowned. Hearing that a little traitor held a method that could subvert the Golden Tree at any time, Mongget was not very comfortable.

"Wait a minute." Michaela changed her angle on the bed, raised the disc, and took a selfie with herself and Monger on the ground.

The smiling Michaela and the skinny Monger on the ground appeared in front of Monget.

"Monger? What are you doing?" Monget was stunned.

"Nothing, just exchanging some body fluids." Michaela spread her hands.

"Exchanging body fluids..." Monget was even more stunned.

Michaela stretched out two fingers and made a "yeah" gesture, took a photo of herself and Monger, and looked at it:

"I look too much like you, brother Monget, now. This picture is a bit bad. Do you want to show it to Master Ge Fulei..."

Monget's face darkened: "Are you threatening me? Do you think I will give in to this kind of thing?"

"Just kidding, I know this is a big deal." Michaela put away her smile, "I will go to the Golden Tree in person later and talk to you in detail. I believe you will agree."

Monget became more vigilant: "You want to seduce us?"

"If you are worried, we can just talk about it like this." Michaela said, "I will try my best to meet your requirements regarding transfer of benefits and various terms. But I will send some people to the Shadow Land now. If you insist If you want to stop me, I don’t mind starting a war.”

"Do you think the Golden Tree is afraid of fighting?" Menggert said.

"Hey, of course I'm not afraid. It's better to say that I'm very eager to fight." Michaela said, "You just need to ask Lord Godfrey for instructions. He will definitely be unable to hold back when he hears that there is a war."

Michaela's eyes flashed with golden light: "Blessing King, are you willing for the borderland to fall into another war after the Broken War?"

Mengt was sweating:

"Is this the gentleness of the dignified 'Holy Tree' Michaela?"

"Nimgefu has the Storm Queen. Kallia now has the full moon and the dark moon in their full glory, as well as the powerful Faded One named Faded. The Golden Tree has the returning War King and the Blessed King, but it has lost its gods." Keira said, "The current situation is even more embarrassing than before the Golden Tree unified the border area. The battle between the king and the king may break out at any time."

Michaela said: "Wu Ming is the one who maintains this fragile balance. Everyone is willing to give him face, and he is also determined to end the troubled times. I don't want to delay his time in order to take care of the golden tree's outdated laws that are full of loopholes. Return, delay the opportunity.”

"What did you say--"

Michaela raised her index finger, her fingertips lit up with a charming light, dyeing her golden pupils with a hint of crimson:

"If Wuming cannot return, I don't mind restarting my plan and letting me solve the hidden dangers of war. I will personally make you gentler."

Mengt was silent for a moment:

"Ten people at most, demigods can't go, especially you."

"I will convince you to let me go." Michaela said, "But for now, thank you, Brother Menggote."

Cutting off communication, Mikaela cut open her arm again, filled Monger with blood, and woke him up.

Mengge opened his dim one eye, sat up suddenly, and broke into a cold sweat.

Michaela sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs and looked at Monger:

"How did you sleep this time? Were you happy in your dream?"

When Meng saw Michaela, he subconsciously moved his butt back.

After moving, I realized what my behavior of staying away from Mikaela meant.

Meng stood up and laughed: "Dear Michaela, have you dispelled the charm?"

"I can directly use charm to ask you to do things for me, but that guy won't let me." Michaela said, "Think of this as a gift. How does it feel to be sober, Blood King?"

Meng didn't answer immediately. He stretched out his hand and clenched his palm, as if he was feeling the long-lost body.

Then he suddenly shook his hand, and blood spurted out from the second blue-black index finger, grazed against Mikaela's cheek, and splashed on the opposite wall.

The blood formed a radiating prism on the wall, reflecting Monger's figure.

Meng took the blood mirror and arranged his clothes. After dressing up, he showed a ferocious smile and replied:

"It's refreshing like never before. It's wonderful."

Meng looked down at Michaela sitting on the bed:

"So, dear Michaela, why did you break the charm? Have you finally figured it out?"

Mengge stretched out his hand towards Michaela:

"Are you willing to be my god? Let's create that wonderful dynasty together."

An ecstatic smile appeared on Mengge's ferocious demon-like face. The smile no longer contained infatuation, but contained blazing ambition, as well as the arrogance and domineering intention to subvert the golden tree.

Just like his cursed blood, it is crazy, bloody, fiery, and full of aggression.

But those blazing eyes met a stronger wall. Michaela smiled and looked at Monger quietly.

"The external god you believe in is the Mother of Blood, right?" Michaela said, "Presumably the external god who is thirsty for wounds is spreading blood curses in the Shadow Land. I need your Blood Dynasty's teleportation technology to open up a way to Passage to the Land of Shadows.”

"What price are you willing to pay?" Monger said, looking at Michaela with longing eyes.

"I advise you to give up this intention." Michaela said, "It takes a king and a god to create a new dynasty. God's law is very important, and the king's power is also very important. You don't have the power to be a king. Even if I follow You, your blood dynasty is just a dream."

"My strength will not be lost to others." Monger said.

"Even your father - Godfrey?" Michaela smiled, "Or my sister who has solved the corruption problem? Or the full moon in full bloom? Brother Latarn in full bloom?"

Michaela sat leisurely on the edge of the bed:

"Or...can you beat me?"

"It seems I have to try it first." Monger said.

"Even if you can defeat these, there are three you will never be able to defeat." Michaela said, "They are all existences that can kill your ambitions."

"I don't know that there is a master in this border area who can definitely beat me." Meng said.

"It didn't exist before, but now it exists." Michaela clapped her fingers, "Lani's king is deeply favored by the golden tree and has been blessed deeply; the unknown warrior has a lofty realm and unfathomable strength; and there is... …our parents.”

"Even if I face my father, I am confident of winning," Monger said.

"I'm talking about your mother." Michaela said, "The restriction on you has not been released yet. You cannot kill God."

"So I need the help of the new gods." Meng pointed at Mikayla, "You will be my bride, and I will open the door for you. Other than that, there is nothing else I want."

"Mengge, I don't like your Blood Dynasty very much. I don't like what the Blood Fingers do." Michaela said, "But you should have your own dignity and honor. I am here to negotiate with you now, and not The direct charm controls you because I listened to the unknown warrior, so he is considered your benefactor. The reason for opening the door is to bring the unknown warrior back."

Michaela asked: "How? Do you want to open this door?"

Meng pondered for a moment, then turned and left:

"I will arrange a blood pool to connect the land of shadows. Next time, next time, I will come to marry you. Next time, I will not lose to your charm."

Meng opened the door and walked away.

Marlenia stuck out her head and looked at Michaela.

"You really just let him go?" Marlenia asked, "He said he would come and kidnap you."

"It doesn't matter." Michaela drooped her eyelids, "His dreams and ambitions are all in the Blood Dynasty. In the past, he had the strength to be the king, and with a god assisting him, he did have hope to establish a new dynasty. . But now..."

Michaela said: "Anyway, I'm going to negotiate with the Golden Tree. I can't teleport it to you, so I have to let him come in person."

Michaela looked at the golden tree:

"I don't know if Wuming is doing well there."

shadow place

Two small dragon men with thin bodies and dragon characteristics all over their bodies are sitting side by side.

The dragons sit cross-legged, like the sages in the tower.

"Are you sitting like this?" The stronger dragon man felt a little awkward.

"It must be. Can I lie to you? I sat in this position until I fell asleep." The dragon man, who was as thin as a sheep's head, said firmly, making an unknown voice.

"It's indeed interesting." The ancient dragon man said, "Being able to transform into an ancient dragon, it seems that you are also a powerful dragon warrior, qualified to devour the mad dragon. Go, go through the dragon cave and go to Spike Mountain."

"Why should I swallow the mad dragon?" Wuming asked.

"Aren't you here to participate in the supreme dragon feast?" The ancient dragon man was stunned.

Wuming was also stunned: "I'm here to find the boat. Do you know where the calling boat is?"

"Don't you want to challenge the most ancient and ferocious dragon?" The ancient dragon man said, "You can obviously transform into an ancient dragon."

When Wuming faced Gu Long, he couldn't resist the kindness and seemed a little embarrassed:

"But I really don't have much interest. I would rather go back and make money as soon as possible."

The ancient dragon man was very excited: "Isn't making money more important than challenging the evil dragon?"

Wuming was also very excited: "Is there anything more important than making money! Have you never been poor!"

The ancient dragon man was silent for a while, and then he said:

"You know, dragons are full of treasures, and I heard that dragons also have the habit of hoarding treasures."

Wuming's eyes became sharp: "You mean, that crazy dragon is very rich?"

The ancient dragon man said: "And I know the location of the ship. If you challenge it, I will show you the way."

"Deal." Wuming agreed immediately.

The two little dragons clapped their hands and made an oath.