Global Killing: I Could Plunder Talent

In the Darkness race's territory, at one o'clock, several group leaders, led by Garvin, walked down to the lower floor of the central tower of the Darkness race. The further they went down, the colder the air became, and the more furrowed their eyebrows.

At last, the patriarch of the Blood race couldn't help asking.

"Garvin, where on earth are you taking us? Although we have agreed to join hands, I won't agree so easily if you want to use us for anything."

The other patriarchs also nodded slightly. Although they were not as suspicious of the Darkness race as the patriarch of the Blood race, such a race that could revive dead creatures and control human souls was indeed frightening.

Garvin said to them with a smile, putting his hand on an ancient door.

"Don't worry. I promise you that everything the Darkness race does won't affect your benefits. On the contrary, it will be of great help to you."

Garvin said as he pushed the door open.

A cold aura gushed out, and a hall carved from black stones appeared in front of the patriarchs. The patriarchs couldn't help but cover their noses, frowning and looking inside.

The several patriarchs had all participated in the thousands of world hegemony, so they had already been used to the dead, but when they saw the scene in the hall, they were still a little scared.

The cold air in the hall was extremely strong, almost freezing people's bones to pieces. Nine huge coffins were standing neatly in the hall.

Every coffin was engraved with complicated patterns, and the strange power contained in it made the patriarchs' scalp tingle.

"What's this place? Are you here to show me around your graveyard?"

The leader of the Cloud race, who had always been the angriest, could not help but frown and curse. He had never heard of the customs of the Darkness race to show people around the graveyard.

"Don't worry. When you see what's in the coffin and listen to my explanation, you will know what I'm going to do."

Garvin said with a smile. He gently waved his hand, and the lid of the first coffin was slowly opened. The patriarchs all let out a sigh, staring at the dry corpse in the coffin for a long time without saying anything.

"Damn it! Isn't this the former leader of the Celestial race? I remember he died 2,000 years ago. Why is he here? Garvin, do you still have the habit of digging other people's graves?"

The patriarch of the Blood race took a deep breath and roared angrily.

"No, no, no. Our race doesn't have this habit. The tomb of the former leader of the Celestial race wasn't dug by me, but by the master."

Garvin explained with a smile.

"No matter who dug it up, your race's behavior has already broken our agreement. In that case, I will no longer respond to your joint call. Blood race will withdraw from the alliance from today on."

The group leader of the Blood race said coldly. He shook his sleeve and was about to leave.

However, just as he turned his head, the heavy door suddenly closed in front of him. Then, an incomparably cold aura wrapped around the patriarchs' bodies like snakes.

The cold air penetrated their bones and blood, making them unable to move. They could only stand there stiffly.

"Patriarchs, don't worry. I don't mean to harm you. I just said that it must be good for you to ask you to come here to discuss something. I have no intention of harming you."

He clapped his hands, and the covers of the remaining nine coffins fell off at the same time. The expressions of all the group leaders in the hall froze.

What was in the coffin was the former patriarch of all the secret forces except the Darkness race!

Without exception, they were all dug out of the tomb and moved here. They were turned into half-dead mummies by the Darkness race.

"What a good method! I can't believe all the elders of our previous generation have been turned into half-dead mummies by the Darkness race. Do you want to drive our elders?"

The patriarch of the Blood race laughed in anger, and the other patriarchs also looked at Garvin angrily.

Although the cold aura in the hall had temporarily imprisoned them, if they tried their best to activate their innate power, the cold aura would not be able to control them at all.

"Calm down, everyone. Do you know why our race dug them out? Do you still remember the special ability of the judge dominator?"

Garvin said slowly.

At this moment, the patriarch of the Blood race suddenly thought of something and asked with his eyes wide open.

"Is it... The power feedback? I heard that after reaching a certain level, the judge dominator can increase his messenger through contract, and he can also absorb a part of the power of the messenger for his use. Do you want to make them..."?

Garvin laughed and said happily.

"The patriarch of the Blood race is experienced and knowledgeable. Although the master has lost his title, he can still use a portion of the power of the dominator. We can make your former patriarchs revive and turn them into the messengers of the master and let their combat power be used by our patriarch!"

The leader of the Cloud race asked with a dark face.

"Since you have achieved your goal, what's the point of calling us here? If the master can use his combat power, he doesn't need us to fight against the Bramble force, does he?"

Garvin shook his head sideways. He walked past the coffin and looked at the patriarch present with a smile.

"Of course, you are useful. Although they are powerful, they are dead in the end and can't provide too much combat power. However, you are different. You are still alive and can provide more combat power to the master in return."

"Join us. If you are willing to be the messengers of the master, the master will obtain more combat power and become stronger. I can also save myself a lot of trouble."

The patriarchs' faces didn't look good. They had never thought that the leader of the Darkness race would do such a thing. They looked at each other for a few seconds before the patriarch Blood race spoke first.

"What if we say no? I think no one present is willing to be the so-called messenger, right? You are forcing us to be your slaves!"

Garvin sneered. A cold aura suddenly erupted from his body, and several patriarchs were instantly suppressed by him. No matter how they activated their innate power, they were unable to break free.

"See? This is the power gained after becoming the messenger of the dominator. I want to correct one thing, this is only to inform you, not to consult with you!"