652 Harley Quetzel and Leoric(2/2)
But don’t forget, your destiny is only death.
Perhaps after your death brings the return of Menahak, I can let death itself give you some preferential treatment.
Don't worry, all the barbarians want is your death."
Leoric gave himself generous treatment.
“If that’s the case, I wonder what you can do for me?
I still like the wantonness in the madness, I have already gone crazy.
Even though my conversation with you now seems coherent."
Harley Quinzel said this.
“No one living in this world will be completely ‘normal’. I don’t care if my subordinates are crazy.
Not even caring whether his subordinates are human beings.
As long as it’s not a skeleton.”
Leoric's promise was a little vague, but it was enough.
There are two things that Skeleton King Leoric hates the most. One is the warm breath of life.
Another type is the skeletons that can be seen everywhere.
“I plan to go to Dream Prison, maybe there will be something I like in that place.
Of course, I will never leave your attention.”
Harley Quinzel exudes a different kind of charm when she speaks. This is not a crazy charm, but a unique aura that belongs to this person.
“I’ll give you a piece of advice, there may be something wrong with the hammer.
I have seen a normal grinding hammer, but the big demon was very irritable.
Even in terms of irritability, they are almost the same as those of the savages.
But this one is really too quiet.
Had I not been able to feel that guy's aura even in Canduras, I might have thought it was just a fantasy."
Leoric took a deep look at Harley Quinzel.
“Perhaps you can continue to wear the clothes you like.
When you are in Canduras, I ask you to wear the clothes required for such a formal occasion.
But when you choose the final crazy way in your life, I will give you enough freedom.
But remember, your life can only pass in my hands!
Your death must be witnessed by barbarians.
That’s all I have to say, you can take action!”
When Leoric finished speaking, he was already sitting at his desk and continuing his work.
No one knows why Leoric didn’t use a computer for work.
Even if you don’t know how to use a computer, you can still use a ballpoint pen and ordinary paper.
Rather than spending a fortune to collect these parchments.
“Of course, my life now belongs to you, or even to anyone.
But it’s only now that I’ve been able to have a little time to myself.
I still prefer the name Harley Quinn, Mr. Leoric, who always calls me by the name in the official information seriously.
Someone will be fascinated by you.”
Harley Quinzel, or as she prefers to call her, Harley Quinn is more appropriate.
“Get out of here.”
These were the last words Leoric said before throwing Harley Quinn directly into the portal.
The next moment, Harley Quinn was in the room where all her "equipment" was kept.
If those hot outfits can be considered "equipment", then she still has quite a lot of equipment.
…
“Oh, I’m talking about fate~”①
In the dream prison, a guy who looked a little timid was singing at the top of his lungs.
If this counts as singing.
“Shut up, you bastard! Where did you learn this kind of music!?”
A middle-aged and elderly man with long hair was pulling the guy next to him by the neck in a corner.
The two of them are hiding from the demons in the prison of dreams.
This place is almost becoming a demon lair, and the superpowers on one side will also die when facing the demon army...
This is a problem of insufficient strength...
“From the side of the only survivor among the four ancient civilizations.
Don’t tell me, I really like this song.
While singing this song, the person I saw was finally no longer my mother~"
The timid guy’s clothes are colorful, which is exactly the same as the home style of this song.
Probably it’s like taking apart the quilt and making it into a coat...
“Polka Dot Man, I suggest you dissolve the guy who listens to that band!”
“Wise man, I love that band!
I feel free! I even feel less stressed!
You'd better not point fingers at the idols I worship!"
The polka-dot man's eyes became a little fierce when he looked at the wise man.
Polka Dot Man is a somewhat pitiful guy. Who knows why his mother had the idea of making her child a superhero.
But apparently she failed and created a supervillain.
Perhaps the Polka Dots are not that bad, but their destructive and lethal power is very terrifying.
Especially in the eyes of this guy, everyone is his mother...
“That’s enough, be quiet!
If I didn’t need your lethality now, I would never team up with you!”
The wise man lowered his voice and roared.
Wise Man, although he has such a nickname, this guy actually doesn’t seem to be that smart.
If I have to say it, you probably have a strong learning ability?
Just like the lyrics say, "I can use any sword, gun or stick with style".
As for what abilities this guy has, combat expert might be a suitable evaluation.
Having good computing skills and body control skills are also considered good.
In this temporary team, this guy with a very smart-sounding name became the temporary captain.
“What’s wrong? Did you find the devil?”
The polka-dot man tilted his head and said.
If the clown is a rational madness and chaotic thoughts, these madnesses do not affect his life very much.
The polka dot people are the unlucky ones.
The wave spots must be expelled from the body twice a day, otherwise they will be completely eaten.
He also has severe visual hallucinations, and everyone looks like his mother...
This is very fatal, because he had personally dealt with the hateful and vain mother who had brought him pain.
As a result, all the onlookers turned around and became his mother...
He who can still maintain the ability to take care of himself during this kind of experience can be considered strong, right? ②
“Seriously, everyone in your eyes is your mother.
Then how do you tell who the other people are?
Do you want to read the legend?
This is a damn prison! Everyone wears the same clothes!"
The wise man is obviously not smart enough to ask this kind of question at this time.
Chapter completed!