A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1790: 490 Blood Skin Puppet_2

Aline Morgan!

"Gentlemen, after such a long journey, you must be very tired, right?"

"Would you like to join me for lunch?"

Aline Morgan greeted them with a smile.

Matthew appeared to be watching her intently, but in reality, he focused most of his attention on the shadow in the pool of blood!

Seeing this, Aline's smile deepened:

"It seems my words lack influence."

"Mr. Matthew, you appear more inclined to converse with this gentleman, don't you think?"

"Father?"

As her voice fell,

A twisted figure staggered to his feet from within the pool of blood—

His body was several times thinner than that of an average person, as if it were only the thickness of a layer of blood, but no matter from which angle Matthew looked, he saw a very flat, smooth face.

It was a rather handsome man, with a smile lingering in his eyes and brows, dressed meticulously, giving off a very gentlemanly feel.

But if one were to look past these superficial factors,

Encased within the thin skin was an exceedingly intense, evil aura!

Matthew instantly held his breath.

"Morgan?"

His voice was slightly altered.

There was no helping it.

Even though Matthew had grown rapidly, when facing a character on the level of the Lord of the Nine Hells, even if it was just a projection, one could still feel the pressure.

"You're quite composed."

"You've grown too much since we last met."

"Of course, what surprises me the most is your choice on the path of Ascension. Honestly, if I were in your position, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of Ascension and choose to go my own way."

"That's quite impressive."

The individual was none other than the master of Morgan's Purgatory—

Elfat Morgan.

Matthew watched him without blinking, slowly regulating his breath.

After a few seconds,

He tentatively concluded that Elfat Morgan's projection had around a level slightly above legendary strength, and although the aura was frightening, its actual combat capability might not be as strong.

This brought some peace to Matthew's mind.

"Thank you for the compliment."

He replied equally, neither servile nor overly proud:

"But your presence here, father and daughter, surely isn't to engage in idle chat with me, is it?"

Morgan laughed:

"We have received orders from a lady to detain you here, lest you continue forward and stir up more trouble."

Matthew's mind stirred:

"Aren't you here for the Earth Core Dream?"

Morgan spoke indolently:

"Initially, that was the case."

"But we've reached an agreement with that lady and have acquired what we wanted."

"As compensation, naturally, we must do something on the lady's behalf."

Matthew frowned:

"Who is this lady?"

Morgan smiled silently:

"What?"

"Do you want to know?"

"Actually, I could let you pass directly, on the condition that you offer a better deal—"

"For instance, how about Lost Paradise?"

Matthew spoke calmly:

"Lost Paradise has already been destroyed by the Singularity Cannon of Storluk Industries."

Morgan scoffed:

"That kind of talk might fool the fools, but it's rather amusing to attempt deceiving me."

"Firstly, after the Ascension event, not a single fragment of Lost Paradise was left behind in the Multiverse."

"The power of the Singularity Cannon is indeed terrifying, but intelligent people can estimate that it hasn't reached the level to completely annihilate Lost Paradise. So, where are the fragments?"

"There are no fragments, which could mean someone collected them all ahead of time."

"But it's more likely that Lost Paradise wasn't completely destroyed; it was just concealed by someone."

"And the only survivor of the Ascension event is you. If Lost Paradise was hidden, then it could only be in your hands."

Matthew blinked, his tone still calm:

"Not a preposterous conjecture."

"But lacking in evidence, it seems more like your speculation."

Morgan's expression was unchanged:

"So, without Lost Paradise, would Isabelle really let you go face off against the Starry Night God, who has the High-dimensional Shadow?"

"She must really have high regard for you..."

He continued, contentedly:

"Don't underestimate the smart people of this world, Matthew."

Matthew's expression remained unchanged.

But inwardly, he sighed in silence.

These old foxes are indeed one sharper than the next, the slightest hint and they can piece everything together, clearly...

"Perhaps you are indeed a smart man."

"But Lost Paradise is not with me."

Matthew's tone was consistent as ever.

Morgan's face showed disappointment:

"Well then, that leaves only two paths before you."

"The first option is to stay here and chat with me for a few hours."

"As for the second option, take a look!"

He waved his hand.

A three-dimensional portal appeared next to the pool of blood.

Matthew peered inside—

To his surprise, it was a portal leading to the Aindor Continent!

"Leave Storluk and return to your own turf,"

Morgan said:

"If I were you, I would definitely choose the second option to avoid trouble and save on the travel expenses back home. Why wouldn't I take it?"

Matthew skeptically asked:

"Would you really be so kind as to let me leave?"

Morgan corrected:

"It's not a matter of kindness, but of courtesy."

"I promised that lady, these are the options for you. Since you are unwilling to bribe me with Lost Paradise, the options must remain unchanged."

Matthew's face showed his deep contemplation.

Of course, he wouldn't naively walk into the portal Morgan had created, even though all signs indicated there was nothing wrong with it.

As for staying to chat, that was even more out of the question.

What would he, a necromancer, possibly have to chat about with a demon overlord?

"It seems I'll have to force my way through..."

Matthew looked around, reconfirming the surroundings, then planned to give Melinda a signal.

But just at that moment.

Morgan suddenly appeared behind him like a wraith!

"Your eyes tell me, you're up to no good, hehehe..."

"Then stay here with me!"

As the words fell.

The shadow, akin to a blood skin puppet, suddenly clung to Matthew's back.

Matthew couldn't dodge in time and felt his body become extremely heavy, his limbs uncoordinated!

"Matthew!"

Melinda cried out in alarm.

But in an instant.

Matthew, unable to control his limbs, had sprinted straight into the iron cage of the Devil of Hunger!

Bang!

The iron cage door shut.

The feeling of limbs beyond his control vanished, but Matthew still felt an oppressive heaviness!

He glanced at his data bar.

...

'Warning: You have been afflicted by Elfat Morgan's "Blood Skin Puppet" Blasphemy!

Blood Skin Puppet: The host of the Blood Skin Puppet will temporarily lose control of their limbs. During this period, should you incur any damage, the Blood Skin Puppet will detach automatically!

Warning: You are being Suppressed by the Hunger Demon Aline Morgan's cage. Your panel strength has been suppressed to 1/10th of its original level!'

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"Stay in the cage a bit longer,"

Morgan's voice came from behind Matthew, gentle yet terrifying:

"I'm here with you."

Just then,

an impatient voice suddenly came from the side:

"Father!"

Matthew turned his head and saw

Aline clinging to his body, saliva dripping from her mouth, dripping down half his arm!

"Back off!"

Morgan snapped irritably:

"This gentleman is not for you to eat!"

Startled, Aline shrank back to another corner of the cage, her voice tinged with caution:

"Could I just lick a few times?"

"Just a few times..."

"GET OUT!!!"

Morgan's tone was quite severe.

Aline could only sheepishly give up.

But at that moment,

Matthew's voice sounded:

"Mr. Morgan, aren't you being a bit too harsh?"

"Miss Aline has such a small wish, and you won't satisfy it?"

"It's different with me, to be licked by Miss Aline, or even eaten, would be my honor."

As he spoke,

he shifted his seat, moving closer to Aline's side.

Aline's eyes gleamed with a green light, her mouth opening involuntarily, an irresistible hunger desire surged into Matthew's mind!

And it was at that moment,

Matthew felt his body loosen!

...

'Hint: You've used the "Hunger Kingdom" to counter some of the effects of the "Blood Skin Puppet"!'

...

Seeing Aline suddenly lose control and pounce,

Matthew's lips couldn't help but curve into a slight smile.

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