Chapter 924: Justice Backstab

"Big...Master."
The moment Portland I got up from the sarcophagus.
The slow formation in the castle hall seems to have been lifted, and the wandering ghosts disappeared at once, allowing the housekeeper to regain activity and reach out to press the communication button on the tie to respond to the inquiries from the superior in the headset.
"I'm a little scared."
"Can you believe it? Prophecy becomes a reality."
"H.E. Portland I was resurrected before my eyes!"
"what?"
A person from the Portland area in the conference room that heard the housekeeper's words: (⊙_⊙)?
"Are you joking?"
The senior official in charge of the housekeeping department scolded, and after questioning, he heard a rapid knock on the door outside the meeting room.
Immediately, a secretary hurriedly took the tablet and inserted it into the projector.
As a result, officials in the conference room immediately enjoyed the video of the castle hall from the police center.
They saw the sunken pit and the sarcophagus, and as the sarcophagus opened, Portland I climbed out and asked them to open their mouths one by one.
The senior official stood up in anxiety and screamed:
"This is impossible!"
"This unscientific!"
"This can't be Portland I!"
The exclaimation of the high-ranking official said what he was waiting for.
They all knew that the test report on Portland I Castle was very clear.
The sealed underground chamber is just a false tomb.
According to scientific instruments, the body of Portland I was not in the sarcophagus.
In addition, the oil painting about Portland I itself is the work of later generations.
Today, the resurrected Portland I is exactly the same as the oil painting itself, which is the biggest unscientific!
After all, who really looks exactly like his own beauty portrait?
But... even if it was a scientific report.
Facing the fact that it has become a reality picture.
The officials knew that something must have gone wrong.
Some officials couldn't help acknowledging reality and made up for the possibility of error.
They wondered whether Portland I was an extraordinary person, or why did he swept the surrounding power in the turbulent times?
And his return in the prophecy, perhaps because he didn't die at all?
Hiss... In this way, the problem of oil painting can be solved!
The painter of the oil painting may have drawn it in the real way according to the orders of Portland I!
The brain made up all kinds of details, and felt that the thoughts were well communicated. Many officials quickly saw the second video from the police center.
But... That Portland I flew down from the sarcophagus and landed slowly in front of a group of trembling tourists.
The bald man's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes and his skin was pale without blood.
When he slowly opened his hands.
It made everyone stunned to see that Portland I's chest and heart were empty!
This... this Portland I, really has no heart!
"What about my servants?"
"Just prepared this food for me?"
The Portland I glanced around, annoyed in Portland native language.
"Queen of the jungle? Why didn't you see her come to see me?"
"Can she forget the agreement with me?"
"Damn!"
Portland I said, rubbing his forehead, his expression somewhat painful and continued: "How long have I slept?"
Under the roar of Portland I, outside experts whispered.
The origin of the Queen of the Woods was quickly ascertained as 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 Jungle.
But, Portland I behaved a bit evil, right?
"This guy wants food? This is a bit evil."
"Otherwise?" Some experts heard colleagues whispering and waving the ancient book in their hands: "Even in the Middle Ages, this Portland I was also a tyrant, you don't really think that the tyrant will lose the war defeat. Is that right?"
"But..." the expert said this, looking at Portland I on the screen, a little worried: "I am worried that Portland I is not the one we know in the history book, but has become a monster. !"
"Strange... monster?"
They muttered this time.
In the castle hall, Portland I, who had snarled and vented, had reached out and grabbed the glasses man under Xiao Yu's mind operation.
Then he squeezed slightly and released it.
But Xiao Yu launched another magic circle, Divine Light!
As a result, the Portland I Castle suddenly overflowed with a lot of white light.
Immediately.
"hateful!"
Portland I roared again: "Are those annoying exorcists still inherited to this day?"
He said this in his mouth, and a shadow hit the window and rushed down.
It is a middle-aged monk wearing a black priest robe.
This middle-aged monk has a scar on his face~EbookFREE.me~White short hair, Chinese character face.
Not the priest Alexander.
It was from an undead warrior made by Xiao Yu.
Although it is not as strong as Portland I, it can be regarded as a fine product in the Undead Warrior.
At least can operate freely.
Coupled with remote activation of several witchcraft inscriptions hidden on the skin, posing as a caster is not a problem.
"Exorcist?"
When Portland I saw the priest, he smiled, ignoring the tourists and staff, and rushed past.
The priest took out a silver-white dagger and whispered Amen, then the sword slashed out and hit the Portland I's claws, but there was a flame of metal that only banged.
Immediately, there was a loud bang!
But the priest was hit and flew out, smashed the outer wall of the castle, and fell to the hillside.
And that Portland I sneered after hitting the priest with a blow:
"This generation of exorcists is really much weaker than hundreds of years ago."
"Hehehe, it's really a good idea to sleep and avoid the period when the aura is exhausted."
"Okay, my food."
"You have been waiting a long time."
"I will make you and my soul a part of me."
With that said, around Portland I, several ghost dragons flew over and released the Dragon Power talent to add a bit of power.
It also made those tourists convinced of Portland I's words.
Even the spectacled man has forgotten the fear of the whole body examination, just hope that no matter who is good, come out quickly to save himself!
I am still young, I really do not want to die!
Just as he thought about it, tears were about to drip out.
Behind Portland I, a shadow rushed over again and issued a justice backstab!