Hearing Hasselbaink's refusal, Fei was slightly disappointed.
Because ever since he guessed the identities of the old and the young, he has thought of finding a way to pay the two of them for his own use. He has counted the masters who appeared around Fei, except Lampard who hides some secrets that he can't see through. In addition, other people such as Drogba, Torres, Qiehe, etc. were all stimulated by Sun Fei with various acquired methods such as [Hulk Potion], which seemed to be counterproductive, and they were basically born from small shampoos. In the city, one's background determines one's field of vision, and one's vision is limited. Although he is extremely loyal to himself, in terms of the general direction, there is always something missing.
People like Hasselbaink are quite different.
The undead magister became famous hundreds of years ago. Although his strength has been greatly reduced now, he was considered a master in the mainland in the past. He is used to various occasions and knows countless secrets. He is regarded as a living fossil and a living dictionary. Foresight, knowledge and experience are all first-class existences. If he can get the help of such a different person, it will be like adding wings to a tiger with golden fingers.
And through the short period of contact just now, and his attitude towards the army in [Death Castle] before, Fei can more or less feel that Hasselbaink is a good person, not the one in the legend. This kind of vicious murderer, on the contrary, has his own principles. In addition, His Majesty the King himself has the power of necromancer magic. Necromancy and the tragic fate of the necromancers in this world are faintly intimate.
Everything met Fei's standards, but who knew that Hasselbaink turned down his invitation.
But the next moment, when the necromancer explained the reason why he couldn't get too close to His Majesty, Fei showed a smile on his face, which further strengthened His Majesty's idea of recruiting Hasselbaink.
The fact that the necromancer can think this way means that he has already started to think about Fei, not because of other reasons. Under such a predicament, but with such integrity, Fei feels more and more that Hasselbaink is a terrible person. It's over.
"Don't worry about this. As for the Holy See, I naturally have a way to deal with them, and I can guarantee that they will never find any clues. Seniors don't have to worry about this."
Sun Fei promised.
Hasselbaink looked at Fei seriously, and shook his head: "Young man, the reason you promise so confidently is because you don't know the horror of the Holy See. There are indeed forces in this world who can deceive and resist them." It exists, but at least you and Chambord City don’t have the power to do it right now, young man, don’t take chances with your passbook, otherwise, once things fail, the consequences are not something you can afford.”
Fei chuckled: "What if I can do it? I mean, what if, if I can deal with the Holy See, would seniors be willing to join us?"
The necromancer looked at the stubborn expression on Fei's face and shook his head. With his experience in the world, he naturally regarded this persistence as the conceit of a young man, but he still nodded and said: " If you can really prove that you can deceive the Holy See, then I can join Chambord City to work for you. But the premise is that your so-called proof method must be approved by me."
"Hey, little guy, give up, the old man is very stubborn, with a stubborn temper, smelly and hard like a rock in hell, at least in the past hundred years, my uncle has not I've seen someone who can convince him."
The little boy Arthur came over, jumped up and patted Fei on the shoulder a few times, winked, and said in an extremely old-fashioned tone.
Although Fei had already guessed that this little boy was unusual, but when he heard the little guy open his mouth and said the appalling words of 'one hundred years', he clearly looked like a little boy, yet he wanted to persuade himself in this tone, Suddenly, I couldn't laugh or cry, I almost spit out my mouth... This scene is really joyful.
His Majesty the King didn't speak, but with a thought, he switched to [Paladin Mode].
Then the holy power of the 72-level paladin bloomed slightly, a majestic and pure golden holy power bloomed outwards, and spread out lightly, sweeping away the entire hall in an instant due to the continuous use of necromantic magic before. The cold breath became warm and gentle.
"Ah, you...you hurt me to death, ah..."
Arthur, the little boy with his little hand on Fei's lap, couldn't react in time. After the golden holy light bloomed, a few wisps of green smoke appeared between his pink and tender little pricks, and then a burst of scorched smell filled the air, like After seeing the most terrifying thing in the world, his small body turned into a flash of lightning, and he dodged in an instant.
"This is... this? Absolutely impossible, how is it possible?"
Hasselbaink was completely stunned.
I saw streaks of golden rays of light emerging from Fei's body, illuminating the entire hall as warm as daytime, and the noble and compassionate aura of holy power was tireless, mellow and gentle, washing every corner of the hall, like the breath of a god. Comforting, with a kind of indescribable sacred breath, people can't help but want to kneel down and worship.
This is the purest golden holy power of the Holy See in the legend.
The golden holy power can only be possessed by the most pious and lucky darlings who are favored by the gods.
But why does such a breath and power appear in a person who possesses the purest [Death Qi of the Undead] and possesses a large amount of advanced necromantic magic? This is simply the most impossible thing in this world. The white [Undead Breath] and the golden [Holy Power of God] are definitely the two most irreconcilable forces in the world, just like water and fire, darkness And light, the boundary is always so obvious that they cannot coexist. This is a well-known fact that cannot be questioned. It is a truth that has been proven by thousands of years of history, but the truth like this is being pierced by the young king in front of him The window paper has been subverted.
The golden holy power flickered, carrying the breath of a god. The black skeleton soldiers summoned by Hasselbaink in the hall were like thin snow under the scorching sun, melting away layer by layer, and the black mist flowed from Their bodies evaporated, and piles of rotting old bones fell and collapsed.
And the undead creatures that Fei summoned before disappeared instantly when he switched to [Paladin Mode].
Although he felt pain in his skin due to the radiance of the holy power flame, Hasselbaink was still completely stunned by the strange scene he saw, and lost his ability to respond. , He has never seen such an incredible thing, he lost his composure like never before, his mouth grew wide, he forgot to breathe, and his mind went blank!
A terrible mutation happened to the little boy Arthur who hid behind Hasselbaink.
I saw that his big watery eyes, as clear as the autumn springs in the mountains, turned into two black abysses at this time, as if they could even absorb light. Those eyes are definitely not what humans can have, they are simply nothingness. At the same time, his palm, which was burned by Fei's holy power, has been completely deformed, the tender skin on it has faded away, and turned into a sharp black bone claw, shining with a gloomy cold light, full of blood. Unspeakably ferocious and terrifying.
This is by no means a hand possessed by humans.
To be precise, this is the sharp claw of a Warcraft animal.
Fei suddenly remembered a legend. In the legend, the evil magister Hasselbaink once created a terrifying undead bone dragon. This evil undead bone dragon has terrifying power and destructive power. Follow Hasselbaink Selbaink has created a terrifying record, almost unrivaled, and is a terrifying existence... Could it be that this pink and juicy boy in front of him is actually the incarnation of the terrifying undead bone dragon in the legend
This is really unexpected.
Sure enough, under the illumination of Fei's golden holy power, Arthur's face showed a slightly painful expression, and then the skin on his body began to mutate slowly, slowly disappearing, and sections of jet-black skeletons Leaving it out, the young body began to swell and become larger. In the blink of an eye, a little boy who was 1.23 meters tall became more than three or four meters tall. Half of his body was pink and the other half was dark. The skeleton is extremely weird and terrifying.
The pitch-black skeleton is extremely huge, and it is clearly the skeleton of a bone dragon.
It's just that the frightening giant dragon in the legend once made the whole continent tremble, but the aura exuded at this time is extremely weak, barely reaching the middle level of the new moon level, which is equivalent to [Snow Mountain Hermit], and even a little It's a bit lower, and it's definitely not worthy of the name.
Under the irradiance of the natural nemesis power, strands of black mist emerged from Arthur's body, and his face, which still maintained human characteristics, showed a painful expression, and kept roaring, spreading like a huge sound wave, Rolled up a cloud of bone chips and dust flying.
Hasselbaink, who had been sluggish all this time, finally came to his senses amidst Arthur's roar, and chanted some kind of spell aloud, and streaks of black mist penetrated into Arthur's body, shallowly, the bone dragon's violent mood was stable When it came down, most of its body regained its human features.
At this time, Fei also slightly restrained the power of [Paladin Mode], and the golden flames that filled the hall almost completely disappeared.
"How? Is my method of proof convincing?"
Fei had a smug smile on his face.