Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Satana Hellstorm is not a qualified **** princess.

Although she inherited Marduk's devil lineage, she did not inherit her father's stubbornness and pursuit of power.

She has been indulging in pleasure for more than 60 years in her life, and her life style is absolutely worthy of her **** descent.

The rebellious younger sister loved by her brother used to think that she would spend her life like this, but it wasn't until she joined the son of **** that the female half-devil was truly "reformed."

But compared to her brother Dimon joining the son of hell, it is for the purpose of doing something big.

Satana joined this organization, partly because she blindly followed her brother.

The other half is because she can't afford Merlin...

In short, this half-magic girl, as Merlin said, she is not an ambitious person.

But now, in the face of a very difficult thing, she rarely took the initiative to come forward.

Satana, wearing a red hood, walked in the melting palace of Marduk Hell.

This is a huge black building, the whole is like a demon head nestled under the mountains of hell.

It has a black steel corner slanting towards the sky, and it is extremely magnificent against the perpetual burning magma.

Satana came to the front of the palace under the **** of a group of demons. She looked at the palace covered by the burning flames, and she pursed her lips.

"Brother, your dream...I will protect it this time."

The daughter of Hell touched the bracelet on her wrist, and her eyes became firmer.

In Marduk’s palace, no one dared to block Satana.

Lord Marduk's "favor" for his children has spread throughout the dimension of hell.

Even if Satana and Dimon joined hands to deceive their old father, Marduk never really punished them.

But behind this kind of feelings of "drowning", what is hidden is the inevitable tragic life of brothers and sisters of Hell Storm.

Both of them knew from birth that one day, their father would need their strength...

Freedom is just an illusion that never exists.

A base lie.

A **** who scratches her head but never touches it.

At least for Satana and Dimon.

"Ah, my daughter came to see me."

On the terrace at the highest point of the palace, Marduk, the **** lord, was standing with his hands on the dominating terrace. The tall devil looked at the world of **** ruled by himself.

His dark and huge wings hung behind him like a cloak.

He appeared in human form, wearing a white robe.

But the slightly cruel claws and the swaying illusion of **** still represent its noble identity in hell.

"father."

Satana took off her hood, and she walked towards her old father, a calm in her eyes, even with a little hatred, and just the right disgust.

Woman...

Even if the woman who let go of the waves is absolutely a natural actor.

"How do you think of looking at me?"

Marduk looked down at his daughter. He was 3 meters tall in human form. Satana stood beside him like a doll.

His face was full of a disgusting and loving expression.

He said to Satana:

"Aren't you supposed to "enjoy" life on earth?"

"I should have continued to enjoy it."

Satana closed her eyes, and she said impatiently:

"But I heard about the start of the hegemony battle, so I hurried back..."

"Okay, father, let's stop acting like a father and son."

The rebellious daughter leaned her hands on the black railing of the terrace in front of her. She did not look at her father. She said in a reckless tone:

"Demon and I both know that you are aspiring to the throne of Satan, and we also guess that we are running out of time. Before our old guys start fighting for power, our juniors must fight."

"I won't talk nonsense."

Satana gritted her teeth and said:

"I am willing to take the initiative to accept your call to become the **** demon under your command, but I have a condition!"

"Oh, let me guess."

Marduk seemed not surprised by the decision his daughter made.

He grabbed his chin with his paws, he said playfully:

"Your request is to let me let go of your brother? Right?"

Satana stood there expressionlessly, seeming to disdain to answer this question, but Marduk said with a sigh:

"Ah, my poor stupid girl."

"Your brother has almost never come back to see me for so many years because of your mother's teachings. He has made up his mind to part ways with me, only you stay with me occasionally."

"Although you don't care what you show, Satana, my daughter, I know you better than anyone."

"In your half-magic body, there is still a heart that is gentler than your brother."

Lord Hell pouted:

"A heart that is so gentle that it shouldn't belong to the devil, I have long guessed that you will make this choice."

"Without further ado."

Satana snorted. She looked at her father with no respect. She said:

"You said yes or no?"

"of course!"

Marduk laughed aloud. The **** lord stretched out his hand and stroked his daughter's long white hair. He said softly:

"How can I have the heart to refuse my lovely daughter?"

"You go to rest first. The resuscitation ritual takes time to prepare. Before that, I have to do one more thing, my daughter."

Lord Hell narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky, he said:

"If you and I are lucky enough, you don't need to play and fight with other **** princes and princesses. You will inherit my glory and become the most honorable princess in this **** dimension."

"That would be the best gift I can give my daughter."

Satana's eyes blinked at this moment.

Ha ha.

Her father's plan was perfect.

Unfortunately, he chose a less reliable executor.

Satana looked at her confident old father, a faint hint of hatred and pleasure flashed in her eyes.

Her adventure is worth it.

The arrogant and vicious old guy who had imprisoned her and her brother for the first half of her life did not know that she was being targeted by a foraging raven.

he...

Already a dead man!

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Popocatepetl volcano, expressionless night jackals hover over the scorching magma.

Beside her, Neko Rodamus, a black wizard who has always claimed to be "a wise man," stood on a stone in volcanic magma with a cane and a wavy waist.

The scorching wind blew the long black hair of this dark wizard with scars and wrinkles, making him feel difficult to breathe.

But he did not want to miss the scene in front of him.

There was greedy light in his eyes.

He has reached a contract with the **** prince, as long as he breaks the armistice covenant for Marduk and assassinates the archangel who represents heaven, his mission is completed.

He will receive the promised eternal life, and **** will no longer accept his soul.

Both death and aging will leave him, with enough time, with the dark book of God in hand, a road leading to immortality is near.

Marduk will command his **** legion to step down, but they will not stay here forever.

After the demon retreats, the world will usher in a new era, and Necro Damus, this one-handed end of the old world legend...

It will also have its own era!

He will become a legend!

A big-name figure from all walks of life, maybe Heaven will not let him go, but that's OK

As long as the Dark God Book is in his hands, this omniscient treasure will allow him to escape safely every time.

How can there be no risk if we have to do big things?

How can there be no sacrifice to achieve a career?

Neko Rodamus is a crappy caster, a black wizard at the bottom, but he also understands the truth.

In fact, this guy is not worthless.

His ambition, his guts, his execution, and his luck have already surpassed 99% of the people in the world.

"Wow"

The sound of the hammer hitting the metal came from the center of the magma lake.

The dwarf from Nidaville was wielding a forging hammer, and finally repaired the weapon Necrodamus wanted.

"Wow"

Another low sound of a forging hammer sounded in the volcanic magma, and there was a cry of contentment from the dwarves.

Nidaville's dwarves are the most famous forging masters among the stars, regardless of their mentality.

They will put their energy into their own work. When a sophisticated and perfect weapon is made, that is definitely the most important and most enjoyable moment in the lives of these dwarves.

It's much happier than drinking the sweetest wine.

Despite Regina's alienation and pursuit of evil forging skills, although he was banished from his compatriots, he is still a dwarf who likes to forge.

"finished!"

The huge dwarf threw the heavy forging hammer into the magma. He took a few steps back and admired the work placed on the iron felt.

The black wizard also released a migrating spell, which appeared next to the huge iron felt under the guard of the night jackal.

In front of the three people, on the iron felt still exuding high temperature and special magic, there was a strange thing placed there.

This thing...

how to say?

Weapons like swords, axes, warhammers, etc., which are generally forged by blacksmiths, are somewhat different.

Its overall shape is a streamlined cylinder.

There are about three adult arms.

The whole body is silvery white, with a frosted light shining in the halo of magma.

Its tail has four forged wings, which are used to stabilize the trajectory during high-speed flight.

At the end of the gadget, there are a few injectors filled with high-energy propellant fuel from Nidaville, far exceeding the world.

Yes.

This thing is a rocket.

At least this is the case.

In the shadow of the white high-temperature smoke, the black wizard stroked the forged weapon with joy in his face.

This is exactly what he personally designed to complete a fatal assassination from a far away place.

This guy was an international arms dealer before becoming a dark wizard.

He has his own unique understanding of weapons.

"Well, this thing is somewhat different from the weapons I usually forge."

The dwarf reached out and grabbed the smooth scalp. He explained to the strange-eyed Ms. Jackal:

"The Asgardians also use such weapons. How can I say that although they are far from swords and swords, I have to admit that this thing is indeed much more lethal than a dagger. ."

"You're just a blacksmith, you know what a fart weapon!"

Necroda Mousse's finger slided on the silver rocket, and he said disdainfully:

"Swords have long since been eliminated. This weapon of elegance and destructiveness is what I really want."

"Archangel Slayer!"

The black wizard laughed, he said:

"This is its name, and it will be engraved with me in history!"

"Ok."

The dwarf Regna shrugged. He said:

"You are the boss, you have the final say, and you have paid the deposit as you wish."

He glanced at the sky. He grabbed the wine glass he had thrown aside and sipped the hot wine roasted in the magma. He said carelessly:

"Work is done, give me the remaining money and materials!"

The dwarf said:

"This place will soon become a scorched earth because of your boldness, and I have to take the last boat to leave the earth."

"Give him."

The black wizard got his favorite weapon, and he didn't want to stay longer in this ghost place.

He put his "Archangel Slayer" into the prepared magic container, and then gave a command to his "servant" Jackal, and left the ghost place with a shifting spell.

"Wow"

A heavy box was thrown out by the night jackal and hit the dwarf's feet.

Regna rubbed his hands and opened the box.

It is filled with various precious stones and rare forged materials produced by the earth. On top of those materials, there are some ready-made dollars.

The dwarf is definitely useless for the earth's money, he will leave here.

The money was used to buy tickets for him in the black market of Xinggang, M.I.B.

"Very good, the transaction is completed."

The dwarf's eyes were shining with those materials and precious stones.

He took a ruby ​​the size of a human fist and looked at it. He said:

"That stupid shot was quite generous. If he wasn't crazy, I would like to make more deals with him."

Behind the dwarf, Yeji Razaan moved his shoulders and quietly held his black ceremonial tomahawk.

The power from the Hades haunted the strange axe of the battle axe.

Ye Jacky whispered:

"You also think he is crazy, right?"

"of course!"

The tall dwarf snorted and said:

"Who would believe the devil's promise to ruin his own world? That guy is a madman, a selfish ghost. Even if he barely does this, **** will not save his life."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Ye Jacket is like chatting, saying to the dwarf:

"Speaking of which, I have a little suggestion about where you want to go to refuge..."

"puff"

The black battle axe, like a foraging viper, pierced the unprepared dwarf's heart from behind at the next moment.

The blood spattered into the magma, and the smelly gas splashed.

The dwarf roared and wanted to fight back, but the prepared night jackals evoked the power of darkness, like the sneaky tentacles that extended under the magma.

The rolling darkness and bones bound Greiner to the spot.

"Don't look at me like this, don't hate me, this is not a personal grudge."

In front of the dwarf, Ye Jacket raised a blood-stained battle axe. She said blankly:

"One of my elders appreciates your dark forging skills and he is willing to provide you with a permanent job."

"Go to hell, Regna."

"Raven please!"

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