Chapter 1200

As long as Nagustai doesn't receive the information, then Mote is just missing. Why is it missing? This has to be asked to the God Star of Cang. Before the connection was interrupted, it had reported that it had bumped into the God Star of Cang.

It is estimated that the God Star of Cang would not think of it even if it exploded. It was on its way, and it could be blamed.

And Mote is also in incomparable despair at this moment. It can almost be said that bumping into any enemy, Mote will not despair.

A Void War Tree Person like it is very difficult to be eliminated. On the Chaos side, the one Ang bumped into, only half a face was left, and it didn't die completely. The tenacity of the tree person's vitality can be seen.

Even rotten wood that has completely withered can sprout new branches next spring.

So Mote is not afraid of fighting. Even if its shell is broken and its tree heart is blown up, it doesn't matter. Next year it may sprout and grow again, and it may grow a stronger trunk.

It doesn't even need to wait for next year. Within the perception range of the Tree God, it can get the protection of the Tree God at any time.

However, now it is desperate, because it is facing another World Tree of Ten Thousand Worlds, and at the same time it cannot perceive the Tree God, which means it has lost the protection of the Tree God and needs to face it alone.

Under this situation, it has no ability to fight back, and even cannot control itself. At this moment, it has lost control of its body, and its consciousness is gradually dissipating, and soon only a little perception is left.

"What is your name?" A voice sounded in Mote's ear.

"Mote..." Mote responded involuntarily. Its consciousness dissipated, trying to focus, and finally focused on a human.

"What are you doing here?" Anthony continued to ask.

"Spray melon, looking for... spray melon..." Mote looked at this human blankly and responded slowly.

"Does the Tree God know you were caught?" Anthony asked.

"Tree... Tree God, Tree God... Tree God doesn't... doesn't know..." Hearing the words Tree God, Mote's reaction was a bit intense, but it slowed down again soon.

"Why are you looking for the spray melon?" Anthony asked.

Mote said slowly: "The Tree God wants..."

"Where is the Tree God?" Anthony asked.

"The Tree God is in the God Star..."

"When did the King of Feilie go missing? What contract did he sign with the Tree God? What is the relationship between the Tree God and him?..."

Anthony asked many questions one after another. Mote simply knew everything, and even if it was occasionally resistant, it said it out after a while.

Watching it answer, Negris clicked its tongue behind: "This is like taking medicine, completely depriving it of its consciousness. This is more terrifying than soul searching. Can the little tree do this to others too?"

Soul searching is to kill you first, and then turn your soul. This is simply opening your skull while you are alive and turning your brain. This involuntary situation is more terrifying.

Ang shook his head.

"That's good, that's good, otherwise the little tree wouldn't be cute." Negris breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking that the little sapling could turn other people's brains at will, Negris felt it wasn't cute. Fortunately, it didn't. This ability is only effective for tree people. Turning a tree's brain is no problem. Who hasn't chopped wood?

Ang caught Mote here, and His Majesty the Monarch on the other side also played Ogar around. I saw that when the Monarch returned, he was dragging a Mourning Bone Dragon: "Almost let it run away."

The Monarch came to the void to scrape Chaos Mist while dragging the Bone Dragon, just using it as a prop.

What really needs Chaos Mist is the Mourning Bone Dragon. Without a strong soul, it can't move at all, and it's not flexible when it moves. Instead, the Monarch is not in a hurry, just that the power recovery is slower.

Seeing this Bone Dragon, Ogar was shocked: "Ogalimapotexlatuo Feifei·Fat Dragon?"

"What? Such a long name? You know it?" The Monarch asked suspiciously.

Ogar said: "I know it. It is the guardian dragon under the Grand Speaker of the Holy Light Alliance. It was once a Golden Bone Dragon, but I don't know what happened. Later, it evolved into a Mourning Bone Dragon. When it was a Golden Bone Dragon, it often fought in all directions, but after evolving into a Mourning Bone Dragon, it appeared less often. Where did you find it?"

The Monarch said: "Just on the road, it ran when it saw me, and its soul was hooked away by my sickle. You know it, then you handle it."

While speaking, he handed the sickle forward. A vigorous Mourning Dragon Soul was placed on the sharp blade. Perceiving that Ogar in front was obviously weaker, the Dragon Soul immediately roared angrily, making Ogar's scalp tight.

This feeling is like someone pressing a lion and handing it to you, saying it is a pet for you, and then this lion sprays you with saliva.

Ogar's power comes from Nagustai. He can't suppress the Mourning Dragon Soul by himself. How dare he want this kind of pet? He waved his hand in fear: "No, no, Your Majesty, you handle it, you handle it."

The Monarch glanced at him, didn't force it, and casually stuffed the Dragon Soul back into the Mourning Bone Dragon's skull.

Ogar's heart tightened, secretly saying: This momentum of looking down on the world is really strong. It is worthy of being Emperor Feilie.

If it were someone else impersonating the King of Feilie, it would be really difficult to handle. Without that momentum, even Anthony wouldn't work.

Don't look at him as a kind old king who abdicated here at Ang's, but in the eyes of others, every move is still the Undead Monarch who rules hundreds of millions of undead creatures.

This is not a suppression of pure soul strength, but a temperament and momentum. It is really difficult to settle this kind of momentum without managing so many people.

Thinking wildly in his heart, and the next moment, he saw the Mourning Bone Dragon slowly move.

Ogar subconsciously retreated a few steps. This is a Mourning Bone Dragon, a terrifying creature with a Mourning Dragon Soul. With it sitting in the Zhuoshan plane, Ogar didn't dare to have any ideas about that place. Unexpectedly, such a powerful undead creature would be subdued by His Majesty.

"Okay, let's talk about your situation. What did you just say about the Feilie family? Are you my subject?" The Monarch asked, his tone carrying the posture of being taken for granted.

Ogar was too familiar with this posture. When Empress Feilie handled official business, the posture was exactly the same. Ogar quickly entered the role and reported: "Back to Your Majesty, my name is Ogar, the auxiliary minister appointed by Empress Feilie. Empress Feilie was adopted by you..."

Ogar said a lot. After he finished speaking, the Monarch scratched his skull and said: "Is it that person? Forgot, it's too long ago. I did adopt some living things before. Forget it, are there any badges or marks that can prove your identity?"

"Yes." Ogar directly took off his ring. This is his ring as an auxiliary minister, but the inside of the ring is engraved with the badge of the Feilie family, and it is a secret badge, which has several subtle differences from the public badge, preventing others from using radishes to carve badges to impersonate.

The Monarch looked carefully for a few times, pointed out several hidden places, and asked: "Why is it missing here?"

Of course he knows why it is missing. That is for anti-counterfeiting. With a God of Knowledge like Negris, and the badge in the spray melon, it is easy to calculate where it is missing.

At this point, Ogar was even more convinced of the Monarch's identity. After answering all the questions, he took advantage of the Monarch's pause and asked: "Your Majesty, for so long, where have you been?"

"Me? I went into the Boundless Great Void to kill the Ancient God Light," the Monarch said.