Chapter 1645 - A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1645: Scene 451: Matthew in Lost Paradise!_3 “This isn’t a compliment, it’s an objective assessment.” “Unfortunately, you will never understand this.” “But I don’t care. I’m not like that always cheerful fool; I am the fairest there is.” “You might be a bit panicked now, but don’t worry, you’ll get used to it soon…” Matthew tentatively asked: “Get used to what?” The next second. A brutal force lifted him by the collar, then forcefully pressed Matthew’s soul to the ground! “Of course, get used to being my dog!” Dark Peggy smiled very seductively: “You wouldn’t mind, would you?” “This is something many people long for…” Matthew gritted his teeth. His soul tried to push up. “Not convinced?” The smile on Dark Peggy’s face became more pronounced. The next second. She blew into Matthew’s ear, then whispered in a tingling voice: “You surely don’t think that only Jassiliven can plunder your body, do you?” “I see you’ve developed quite nicely over the years…” “This body, why don’t I have a little fun with it first?” That instant. Matthew stood up in horror: “No—!” The spiritual space collapsed thunderously. Ruthless Black Fire swallowed everything! … Above the clouds. In front of the grand gate of Lost Paradise. A thin layer of Black Fire suddenly emanated from Matthew’s body, and then, he opened his eyes, a mischievous smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He stood up, approached the unconscious Tyraste, and then kicked him forcefully in the buttock! “Hey, old man, how long are you going to play dead?” He asked rudely. However, Tyraste remained motionless. “Could it be that he is really dead?” Matthew’s face showed a schadenfreude expression. He quickly bent down, grabbed the Yeager Blade, and slashed at Tyraste’s wrist! “Seeing you’re about to die, I’ll be kind-hearted and see if bloodletting can save you…” He taunted while placing several empty glass bottles under Tyraste’s wrist wound. Soon. Drops of pale golden, almost silver blood surged from the wound. But after a few drops. Tyraste’s wound healed by itself. Matthew frowned. The Yeager Blade swung repeatedly, crazily bleeding Tyraste’s body all over! This action proved effective. Before long. Those glass bottles were filled with the Elven Sword Saint’s vital blood! Beyond the blood. Matthew also cut off some of Tyraste’s hair, nails, skin, eyelashes, and more. After doing all this. He still felt it wasn’t enough. He then took out the Sword of Slaughter and with one swing, chopped off Tyraste’s entire right arm! In a daze. Tyraste let out a painful moan. But he still did not wake up. “That’s more like it!” Matthew, enveloped in black fire, merrily positioned Tyraste’s arm properly, then grabbed the elf elder’s right foot and dragged him all the way to the gates of Lost Paradise! Just as they entered the gates. Three gazes immediately fell upon Matthew and the unconscious Tyraste. This was a space similar to the platform outside. Everyone seemed to be situated above the clouds, with countless stars overhead. In there. Strangely potent and authoritative magical rules restrained everyone’s every move. Even breathing became rhythmic. The three who held the other two tickets had indeed arrived first. They were the “mysterious man” wearing a black mask under a black robe, accompanied by the Faded Dragon and the God Eater Queen. Seeing Matthew appear. The Faded Dragon, who hadn’t figured out the situation yet, could not resist taunting: “Even like this, you still brought him in?” “You really are desperately loyal to Tyraste…” To his surprise. Matthew just casually threw Tyraste’s foot to the ground, then coldly scoffed at him: “Are you kidding me?” “Would I be desperately loyal to an old dog?” “What kind of look is that? But I can’t really blame you, given your dilapidated half-dragon half-man appearance—it’s clear you’re inherently dysfunctional— Have you never been able to satisfy your female companions? So, you can only spit out that cryptic, sinister speak. To cover up your own twisted and fragile heart…” The Faded Dragon’s face drastically changed. Yet Matthew was the first to advance— He rushed up to the Faded Dragon, and coming face to face, he delivered a violent slap: “You dare glare at me?” “Today you dare glare at me, tomorrow are you planning to assassinate me?” “I despise cryptic and sinister bitches the most, watch me slap you!” Smack smack smack! A series of slaps left the Faded Dragon with a bruised nose and swollen face, both shocked and furious. He just wanted to retaliate. But the God Eater Queen by his side snickered: “He’s done for!” “Any use of force is forbidden in Lost Paradise!” “He’ll be expelled immediately, don’t fall for his trick!” The Faded Dragon gritted his teeth, but ultimately still covered his face and hastily retreated. Matthew pretended to chase after him. At that moment. The masked mysterious man slowly spoke up: “Mr. Matthew!” “We are about to share the authority of an ancient god, at this critical moment, let’s be merciful when possible!” He had been silent until now, but the moment he spoke. Matthew immediately turned his hostility towards him: “And who are you?” “All secretive, I hate it when people beat around the bush!” After saying this. He lunged toward the mysterious man! The latter was stunned for a moment, then took to his heels. Thus. A rather absurd scene unfolded in the sacred space of Lost Paradise—