"Anyway, I'm not a god now.
"I'm just the lowest and most lowly zombie slave under the whip of Ms. Myossage."
A proud smile appeared on Myossage's face.
Matthew was also very emotional.
It seemed that this fellow had suffered a lot at the hands of the Mother of Slaves. He had completely lost his previous arrogance.
But Matthew didn't want a slave zombie.
So he asked the mother of coolies to leave the workshop.
Only the War God Zombie was left.
Matthew asked again,
" Now, no one will hurt you. You can answer my questions truthfully.
"Are you a god or not?"
He looked straight at the zombie's soul fire.
The Necromancer's ability allowed Matthew to easily grasp the intense emotional fluctuations in the Soul Fire.
"I, I don't know…"
The other party's voice was filled with confusion, hesitation, and a strong sense of unwillingness.
Matthew smiled lightly.
