The Legend of Fatality - Chapter 886

The Prophet Tangul stared at his crystal ball. He felt pressure. The elders of the Founder Clan were watching him as if he was something delicious. He forced himself to ignore this interference and concentrate on his magic. He let his mind fall into a trance state, this is the first time he experienced the feeling when he was an adult, when he was just beginning to be an apprentice of the prophet. He let his soul float freely, collect the energy of black magic, and then shunt them into the crystal.

When he did this, his way of observation changed. This crystal seems to have become the eyes of God, a metaphor that creates a warm feeling in Tangul’s stomach. He saw his body from above. He saw gray old fur, strangely deformed old guys staring at him, and he saw the hungry Isaac-Grote gazing greedily at him from the edge of the room.

Isaac-Glott licked his yellow fangs with a long pink tongue, and then began to bite his tail. This move made Tangul worry about his safety. Despite this, he still has no choice, this time it is his voluntary task.

The fastest and most reliable way to help the Founder Clan to suppress the Luck-Snaketongue uprising is to restore himself to the good reputation in their hearts. The Endless Abyss was the place he did n’t want to stay, but he did n’t want to march with that huge army of evil gods.

As the thought entered his mind, he cursed. The simplest concept of the army immediately showed a vivid image in his mind. In his highly sensitive state, this was enough to make the crystal ball’s line of sight fly outward.

The crater of the endless abyss suddenly appeared below him. In the place where the ancient meteor fell, there were vaguely succulent buildings. The streets are full of fighting ratmen, and the followers of Luck battle the army still loyal to the caster clan. In a flash, he glanced at this brutal war, and then his eyes turned to the huge cloud of dust in the distance.

In an instant, he stood there, looking down on it. He saw row after row of horned beasts, a group of howling hairy beasts and humans with almost animal nature, and hundreds of thousands of black armor soldiers riding on their huge and deadly horses.

There are some monsters walking under his feet, half of them are giant humanoids and half of them are dragons. Beside them is a mutant troll strolling. Groups of humanoids with bat wings obscured the sky. This is a huge army, and worst of all, Tangul knows that this army is marching is only part of a huge army of evil gods.

There must be something that excites the weaker admirers of the evil gods, but Tangul does not want to know what is going on. Tangul looked at the army through the crystal ball and he was as close to it as possible.

He growled, forcing himself to follow the plan and not risk it. All this is fine, but it has nothing to do with his mission. He needs to know what Luck is planning. He needed to find a way for the Founder Clan to gain an advantage in the civil war, otherwise the civil war would tear their solid urban defenses before the coming evil army managed to use the conflict.

He focused himself on Luck. He immediately felt the existence of his betrayal former servant. Tangul felt that the gemstone that had been imposed on Luck a long time ago still played a role in contacting them.

As the speed of thinking accelerated, his point of view changed. He is now in a spacious room, looking down on a group of emotional, determined and desperate ratmen. Most of them are not of high grade. They are slaves, they are the lowest in the hierarchy of the rat-man civilization. They are too weak and too stupid to seize power like people who are better than them.

Their only advantage is their number. Unfortunately, these can not achieve great cause. However, the crowd was full of tall, well-armed ratmen. Tangul did his best to calm down his anger. This is a means of belonging to ratmen.

There are always people who change their positions for expediency, and they will always stand on the same front as those they think will win in any struggle. What worries Tangul most is that there seem to be many members of the Founder Clan thinking so.

Among this group of people are even tall black-haired storm commandos, and many uniformed soldiers. Suddenly, Tangul understood why he had the opportunity to regain the favor of the founder clan elders.

Somehow, even though it seemed impossible, Luck-Snakes did successfully plan a small rebellion. More and more loyal troops flock to and embrace his flag. If this process continues, their numbers will tilt the balance of power in favor of Luck.

The Prophet Tangul paused briefly to think about the problem. If so many people support his former servant, perhaps he should do the same. Or rather, he should consider standing on the side of Luck, because Luck himself certainly does not have enough wisdom to manipulate the situation.

Somewhere, there must be a clever guy who is planning this thing ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Maybe with the proper guidance of an experienced squirrel fighting expert like Tangul, he can help himself and his Faithful advisers build a new power base in the endless abyss.

This idea is a little exciting for Tangul. The Founder Clan is far away from the Rat-Man Demon City. It is very convenient to do many things here, and it can be somewhat freed from the control of some Modu Committees. If you can control this place, the Magic Capital Committee will definitely favor you.

Thinking about the possibility of this beautiful future, Tanguer continued to see through the crystal ball how Luck incited this matter.

Luck Snake Tongue looked down on the crowd from the high platform, and countless ratmen surrounded him. It was different in peacetime. It was not distributed from near to far according to the hierarchy, but slaves, clan warriors and the most elite. The soldiers are mixed together.

He is now taller than Tanguer remembers. He is now much larger than Tangul ’s ogre, almost twice as tall and heavier than the **** human Brian Fatalin.

The end of its long tail like a giant worm is a huge spiked bone. His eyes flashed insanely red. The most frightening are those curly horns, especially the largest pair of them, just like Tangul’s own horns, they protrude from the side of Luck’s skull, staggering up in front of his forehead, like a sturdy mask .

To be honest, he does have incredible similarities with all the portraits of the devil that Tangul has seen. In fact, he and Tanguer had incredible similarities with the devil who had talked to him during his prophet’s initiation ceremony. Is this possible? Did the devil really choose to lurk himself as his messenger? Tangul immediately dispelled the idea.

impossible.