- Would you like to talk about them, in my mansion? – Tsuki questioned them.
After just over six hours of threesome between several of the 15 women who had heard dogs howling throughout his property.
That was the time he left the man, getting on a bus soon after, he was going to New Jersey, where he would take a portal to another city, where he would go to New Ziggurats which would take him to a country still tribal. , in which he would leave that city for at least a month.
About that.
Matarazzo being released from his complicity, he traveled to the traditional republic of a country on the mainland of an Asian region of an island that led to the isolation and independence of the ancient Vietnam war, people of indigenous origin of an ancient empire, in the heart of a village of ancient artifact temples where they still worship an ancient religion in which they still live in huts, with an isolated culture.
When Matarazzo arrived there, since he was similar to the old god they worshipped, he was then made a representative, their god in zombie flesh over the earth.
They were in the midst of armed people who worshiped the culture of fugitives who made their own community of Vietcong who did not accept many other interested parties, representatives to natives.
Called a separatist republic, native to Marak no Nang , where they had a system of ancestral religions of an indigenous culture that maintained a large number of pirates that in addition to being a large number of archipelagos, formed by 12 islands, which were in seas international markets, between the bordering Asian seas.
Since it was located between the Japanese seas and other Chinese and Western seas, where criminals and terrorist cells were hidden, they had a rich cultural base, which mixed pre-Columbian, Hawaiian and Buddhist indigenous peoples.
In the meantime, they had peculiar sacrificial habits, so they sacrificed FBI agents, in addition to harboring several terrorist cells, international laws of other countries did not reach there, the islands were a series of traps, where those who tried to capture them they were sacrificed from time to time, which made it easier for them to make their own laws.
When people weren't nearly naked, with body paint, they were armed to the teeth with rifles and native green clothing.
Being a native place of great spiritual strength, base of ancient cults, many dark magicians, sacrifices, cave inscriptions, interesting altars, it was a cool place of a native culture, rich in good food, in addition to being rich in flora and fauna. own native fauna.
So Matarazzo stayed there, organizing sacrifices from the terrorists' enemies, until he was treated like a god, every ten lunar cycles a mage was treated like a god, it was just his turn.
About that...
In the limousine Gastaron was nervous, begging for help to Mitrieles and Lilith , who seemed preoccupied with all the preparation that he was sweating like a pig, while he had an apprehension of what could happen to him if he wasn't convincing.
- I've been holding this for a long time, dears. "He's taken each of their hands, every time the car moves forward, every time I look at you, I think..." They held their breath. - When...
He sighed. – I didn't prepare the whole speech, I'm afraid to speak tomorrow. - He said.
" Uh ...." Mitrieles said, looking towards Lilith .
- Tin, I didn't expect that. – Lilith said.
- You speak in front of everyone, you command armies, I've seen you declaring your power. – Lilith said.
- I saw you talking in front of a whole room, you talk well, in several of your battles, you are good at intimidating heroes, I saw you swearing to destroy them in the middle of a world on fire. – Mitrieles said.
- This is different, I don't respect them, in that case, I didn't need to intimidate them. - He said. – In this case it is different. – Gastaron said.
- My jokes are horrible, they are out of time. - He said. – I have to speak and rant in front of more than a thousand demons. - He said.
- We know. – Mitrieles said. – Have you made the speech yet? – The demon woman questioned him.
- I thought I'd start with a joke. - Gastaron said.
- That's not so good. – Lilith said. – But it's a start. – The woman said.
- How is this joke? – Mitrieles questioned him.
- Then say one. – Mitrieles asked looking towards Lilith
- Let's see how bad this is. – Lilith said.
- Let's try it with the driver. – Mitrieles said.
Then, opening the window that separated. – Mr driver, do you want to hear a joke? - The woman asks him
A greenish elf was driving with his cap, chuckling, he said.
- I'm already laughing. - He said. - He can talk. - He said.
- Ring Ring. – Gastaron said.
- Touch what? – The driver questioned him.
- My ass. – He was silent.
- I need to look at the road. – The driver lost his laugh.
- Let's try another one. – Lilith questioned him.
- What's the difference between a demonic council and a sucker goat? - Gastaron tried.
- Which is? – The driver tried.
- They all take each other's heads off and suck blood.
- I thought the vampires did that. – The driver said.
- Misfortune. - Gastaron said infuriated, getting up and ripping the driver's arms, lucky for him, he had regeneration and an extra pair of arms to drive...
Then Mitrieles raised the window, not before healing the spare arms, the previous ones, were jumping out the window and hitting people in the streets, before running, being lured to cling to another part of the driver who now had three pairs of arms.
About that...
In another part of celebrations in Washington.
Moving on to the city of Golden Valle, there was a recent opening of events dedicated to the reanimated of President 's Day...
In the midst of this, also in the capital Washington...
The one that was President 's Day, what is celebrated on this holiday?
In addition to that on that day in question, all the dead presidents rose from their graves and went to march alongside their countrymen towards a parade and marching bands, when in the midst of the great migrations, the dead rose from their graves .
Among those who rose from their graves were involved in the parades and fanfares, the dead presidents.