My little country

"Big...sir."

At the moment that Portland I got up from the sarcophagus.

The slow magic circle in the castle hall seemed to be lifted, and the wandering ghosts disappeared suddenly, allowing the butler to regain his mobility and reach out and press the communication button on the tie to reply to the rushing inquiry from the superior in the headset.

"I'm a little scared."

"Can you believe it? The prophecy became a reality."

"His Portland I is resurrected before my eyes!"

"what?"

A group of people in the Portland area waited in the conference room that heard the housekeeper's words: (⊙_⊙)?

"Are you joking?"

The senior official in charge of the butler department cursed in a low voice, and after a sentence of reprimand, he heard a rapid knock on the door outside the meeting room.

Immediately, a secretary hurriedly took the tablet and plugged it into the projector.

As a result, the officials in the conference room immediately enjoyed the video from the police center about the castle hall.

They saw the sunken pit and the sarcophagus, and as the sarcophagus opened, after Portland I crawled out, they opened their mouths one by one.

The senior official stood up anxiously and screamed:

"This is impossible!"

"This unscientific!"

"This can't be Portland I at all!"

The exclamation of the senior officials expressed the aspirations of those present.

They all know that the inspection report on Portland I’s castle clearly stated it.

The sealed underground chamber is just a false mausoleum.

According to scientific instruments, the body of Portland I was not in the sarcophagus at all.

In addition, the oil painting of Portland I itself is the work of later generations after artistic processing.

Now that the resurrected Portland I is exactly the same as the oil painting, it is the biggest unscientific!

After all, how can anyone really look exactly like his own beauty portrait?

But... even if it was reported scientifically.

Facing the fact that has become a reality picture.

The officials knew that something must be wrong.

Some officials couldn't help but admit the reality and made up for the possibility of mistakes.

They all wondered whether Portland I was an extraordinary person, otherwise, why would he sweep the surrounding forces in the turbulent era?

And his return in the prophecy, maybe because he didn't die at all?

Hiss... In this case, the problem of oil painting can also be solved!

Maybe the painter of the oil painting painted it in its real appearance according to the instructions of Portland I!

The brains filled up various details, and felt that many of their thoughts were well understood. The officials quickly saw the second video from the police center.

But... the Portland I flew down from the sarcophagus and slowly landed in front of a group of shivering tourists.

The bald man's eyes were bloodshot, and his skin was so pale that there was no blood.

As he slowly opened his hands.

It even made everyone stunned to see that Portland I’s chest and heart were completely empty!

This... This Portland I really has no intentions!

"Where are my servants?"

"Just prepared this blood food for me?"

The Portland I scanned the surroundings and angrily asked in Portland dialect.

"Where is the Queen of the Jungle? Why didn't you see her come to see me?"

"Could she have forgotten the agreement with me?"

"Damn it!"

As Portland I said, rubbing his forehead, his expression was a little bit painful and he continued: "How long have I been asleep?"

Under the roar of Portland I, outside experts began to talk in low voices.

The origin of the Queen of the Jungle was quickly found out, and she was the patron saint of the Black Forest in Portland.

If Portland I was a transcendent, it would be reasonable to collude with regional gods like the Queen of the Forest.

It's just that Portland I behaved a bit evil, right?

"This guy wants blood food? This is a bit evil, right."

"Otherwise?" An expert heard his colleague muttering, waving the ancient book in his hand: "Even in the Middle Ages, this Portland I was a tyrant. You don’t really think that the tyrant will lose the war. Right?"

"But..." the expert said, looking at the Portland I on the screen, he was a little worried: "I worry that Portland I is not the one we know about in the history books, but has become a monster. !"

"Weird... monster?"

They murmured this time.

In the castle hall, Portland I, who had finished roaring and venting, under the operation of Xiao Yu's mind, already reached out and grabbed the glasses man.

Then he squeezed it slightly and then let it go.

However, Xiao Yu activated another magic circle, the Holy Light!

Thus, the castle of Portland I suddenly overflowed with a lot of white light.

Soon.

"hateful!"

Portland I roared again: "Those annoying exorcists, are they still passed on to this day?"

He said this, and a dark shadow broke through the window and rushed down.

But it was a middle-aged monk wearing a black priest's robe.

The middle-aged monk had a scar on his face, short white hair, and a face with Chinese characters.

Not the Father Alexander.

It was an undead warrior made by Xiao Yu.

Although not as various enhancements as Portland I, it can be regarded as a boutique among the undead warriors.

At least it can operate freely.

Coupled with the remote activation of several witchcraft inscriptions hidden on the skin, it is not a big problem to impersonate the caster.

"Exorcist?"

When Portland I saw the priest, he smiled, ignored the tourists and staff, and rushed over.

The priest took out a silver-white dagger, and after whispering amen, a sword struck Portland I's claws, but there was a flame of metal against the bang.

Immediately, there was a loud bang!

But the priest was knocked out, smashed through the outer wall of the castle, and fell into the hillside.

But Portland I sneered after flying the priest with one blow:

"The exorcists of this generation are really much weaker than they were hundreds of years ago."

"Hehehe, it's really the best policy to fall asleep and avoid the period of spiritual exhaustion."

"Okay, my food."

"You have been waiting a long time."

"I will make you a part of me together with your soul."

With that said, beside Portland I, a few ghost dragons flew over to release the talent of Longwei to add some power to it.

It also made those tourists believe in the words of Portland I.

Even the man with glasses has forgotten his fear of a full-body examination, and only hopes that no matter who it is, he will come out to save himself!

I'm still young, I really don't want to die!

Just when he was thinking like this, tears were about to drip out.

Behind Portland I, a black shadow rushed over again, sending out a righteous backstab!