The little angel picked up the archangel's staff and soon became very happy. The unhappiness just now was thrown into the abyss. He grabbed the staff and waved it, and slapped away the little zombie that came close to look at it.

"Ouch!" The little zombie was angry, formed a shield and bumped into it.

The little angel waved the archangel's staff and fought with the little zombies.

Not long after, the little angel came back dejectedly holding the archangel's staff that was broken into two pieces, followed by a little zombie that was beaten into a pig's head.

"Ouch!" The little angel raised the two pieces of the archangel's staff in front of Duroken.

"Ah? Why did it break? Did you throw it at a rock? It can break it? If it doesn't work, I won't repair it anymore. I'm exhausted." Duroken stopped repeatedly in shock.

The little angel tilted his head, rolled his eyes, plucked a feather behind his back, and raised it in front of Duroken.

"Uh, the angel feathers of the four-winged angel, no, no, no, how can I get your angel feathers? It's too bad." He said no, but he was not slow with his hands. He wiped it with his palm and the angel feathers disappeared.

Already.

"Okay, leave it here and I'll pick it up in half an hour," Duroken said.

Nigris returned to the Palace of Rest and found the disappeared boxes: "This dead skeleton is so fast. Okay, just put it away."

Just as he finished speaking, a withered skeleton came over from a distance, and Feti's voice sounded from behind: "Hey, these boxes look familiar. Have I seen them somewhere?"

"This is the Palace of Rest. What doesn't look familiar to you? These boxes have been here a long time ago." Nigris deceived.

"Yeah, well, I've finished shopping, and it's still the same here. It's the same as before. The king's palace cannot be opened, and the God-Shou Emperor in front of the palace has disappeared," Feti said.

"God-Keeping Emperor?! What did it come from?" Negris asked.

"The King's Palace is guarded by the God-Emperor." Feti said, sending an image over with his mind.

It was a huge steel statue standing in front of the main hall, holding a sword in both hands on the ground with an expressionless face.

Nigris was suddenly startled. He had never seen such a thing before. Is there such a thing at the entrance of the main hall?

The Book of Brass flew to the main hall in a whoosh. The location of the image transmitted by Feti was now empty. The huge statue, estimated to be ten meters high, disappeared, and even the traces on the ground were covered by grave grass.

If Feti hadn't mentioned it, no one would have known that there was a steel statue here.

That statue turned out to be the palace guardian god emperor, whose level was obviously higher than the guardian god of the teleportation array.

When he went out and asked, Duroken said in shock: "Is that statue a guardian god? I didn't make it. I thought it was just a statue. Is Feti's memory wrong?"

Nigris said quietly: "Ange, put the witch windmill in and put it far away, and then take Feti out. Don't let him see the windmill, lest he shout that it is his.

But they are all the property of the Immortal Empire and belong to the Palace of Rest."

"Oh." Ange said as he put the witch windmill in, and then took Feti out.

Faced with Duroken's doubts, Feti shook his head: "I remember correctly, I fought it before and couldn't beat it."

"Pfft..." The Lord of Mourning, can't defeat the God-Shou Emperor? So Bada, that statue is so terrifying?

It seems right. How can we protect the palace of the Immortal King without some strength? Where did such a powerful God-Shou Emperor go?

"The Immortal Empire's family background is so rich." Nigris couldn't help but sigh.

Why, why isn't he the one who inherits the inheritance! What a fucking skeleton! Nigris's expression changed beyond recognition.
Chapter completed!