Chapter 925 Backstab of Justice

"Sir...sir."

At the moment when Portland I climbed up from the sarcophagus.

The sluggish magic circle in the castle hall seemed to be lifted, and the wandering ghosts suddenly disappeared, allowing the butler to regain his mobility and reach out to press the communication button on his tie to reply to the urgent inquiries from his superiors in the earphones.

"I'm a little panicked."

"Can you believe it? The prophecy came true."

"His Excellency Portland I has been resurrected before my eyes!"

"ha?"

There were a lot of people from the Portland area waiting in the conference room who heard the butler’s words: (⊙_⊙)?

"Are you joking?"

The senior official in charge of the housekeeping department cursed and scolded, then heard a rapid knock on the door outside the conference room.

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

The officers in the conference room were immediately treated to footage from the police center of the castle hall.

They saw the large sunken pit and the sarcophagus, and as the sarcophagus opened, Portland I climbed out, leaving them all with their mouths wide open.

The senior official stood up in panic and screamed:

"This is impossible!"

"This unscientific!"

"There's no way this is Portland I!"

The high-ranking official's exclamation expressed the thoughts of everyone present.

They all knew that the inspection report on Portland I Castle was very clear.

The sealed underground chamber is just a false mausoleum.

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

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

The resurrected Portland I is exactly the same as the one in the oil painting, which is the biggest unscientific thing!

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

But... no matter how scientific the report was at the beginning.

Facing the facts that have become a reality.

Officials knew something had to go wrong.

Some officials couldn't help but acknowledge reality and entertain the possibility of things going wrong.

They all began to wonder whether Portland I was a transcendent person. Otherwise, why would he be able to dominate the surrounding forces in a turbulent era?

And his return in the prophecy may be because he was not dead at all?

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

Maybe the artist of the oil painting painted it in its true appearance according to the instructions of King Portland I!

After filling in all the details in their minds and feeling that their ideas had become clearer, the officials quickly saw the second video from the police center.

But it was... that Portland I flew down from the sarcophagus and slowly landed in front of a group of trembling tourists.

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

When he slowly opened his hands.

Everyone was even more stunned to see that the heart of Portland I's chest was empty!

This... this Portland I really has no heart!

"Where are my servants?"

"You just prepared this little blood food for me?"

The Portland I glanced around and shouted angrily in Portland dialect.

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

"Did she also forget her agreement with me?"

"Damn it!"

Portland I said, rubbed his forehead, and continued with a somewhat painful expression: "How long have I been asleep?"

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

The origin of the Queen of the Jungle was soon discovered, and she was the patron saint of the Black Forest in the Portland area.

If Portland I was a transcendent being, it would be quite reasonable for him to be in cahoots with a regional deity like the Queen of the Jungle.

It’s just that Portland I is acting a little evil, right?

"This guy wants blood food? Isn't this a bit evil?"

"What else?" An expert heard his colleagues muttering, waving the ancient book in his hand and said: "Even in the Middle Ages, this Portland I was a tyrant. You don't really think that a tyrant will definitely lose the war or something. Right?"

"But..." the expert said this, looking at Portland I on the screen, and said with some worry: "I'm worried that Portland I is not the one we know in the history books, but has turned into a monster. !”

"Weird...monster?"

They muttered here.

In the castle hall, Portland I, who had finished his roar, reached out and grabbed the man with glasses under the control of Xiao Yu's mind.

Then he squeezed it slightly and let it go.

But it was Xiao Yu who activated another magic circle, the sacred light!

As a result, Portland I Castle suddenly overflowed with a large amount of white light.

Immediately.

"hateful!"

Portland I roared again: "Are those annoying exorcists still passed down to this day?"

As he said this, a black shadow broke through the window and rushed down.

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

This middle-aged monk has a scar on his face, short white hair, and a Chinese character face.

But not that Father Alexander.

It was an undead warrior created by Xiao Yu.

Although it is not as enhanced as Portland I, it can still be regarded as a masterpiece among the undead warriors.

At least it can be operated freely.

Add to that the remote activation of several witchcraft inscriptions hidden on the skin, and it won't be a problem to pretend to be a spellcaster.

"Exorcist?"

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

The priest took out a silver-white short sword, whispered Amen, and slashed it on Portland I's claws, but a flash of fire came out of metal banging.

Then, there was a loud bang!

It turned out that the priest was knocked out, smashed the outer wall of the castle, and rolled down the hillside.

Portland I knocked the priest away with one blow and sneered:

"This generation of exorcists is indeed much weaker than hundreds of years ago."

"Hehe, sleeping to avoid the period of spiritual energy exhaustion is indeed the best strategy."

"Okay, my food."

"You have been waiting for a long time."

"I will make you and your souls become a part of me."

As he spoke, several ghost dragons flew over to Portland I and released their dragon power talents to add a bit of power to him.

It also made the tourists believe in Portland I's words.

Even the man with glasses forgot his fear of full-body examinations and just hoped that no matter who it was, he would come out and save himself quickly!

He was still young and he really didn't want to die!

Just as he thought about this, tears were about to fall.

Behind Portland I, a black shadow rushed over again and issued a righteous backstab!