The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"I don't know if you want me to drink the water of truth. Everything you do is to spread doubt. My original intention here was to drink this water, and you want me to reconsider if you really want me to drink it. , You will never hinder me."

"Do not!"

The secret guard uttered a low growl, and opened his teeth like a dagger.

Elderal dispelled his spirit blade and rushed towards the waterfall. He raised the bottle of container soul and quickly pushed it into the flowing energy.

At lightning speed, he turned to look at the Secret Guardian, and then put down what he contained—that

The liquid is like sweet sour.

His sense of victory lasted only a moment, until the joyful laughter of the secret guard came into his ears.

When the power of uncovered tears flowed into his body, the sound of his own heart's fierce thumping also joined in.

"How old-fashioned, but pleasant, Alderal."

The big demon laughed again. When Alderral's soul burned with the energy of the subspace, the demon's voice and the false image in his vision gradually became more and more blurred.

"I just want to savor your soul when you know what is created."

The flame of uncovered tears ran through Alderal's spirit, threatening to burn him to death with its power.

The palace began to revolve around him, accelerating and accelerating, until it turned into a spiral of time, eternally circulating from the beginning to the end, and he was just a dust under this chaotic storm, and was so indifferent and merciless. Power arbitrarily swept around.

In the foam of the waves and the crackling of the flames, he heard the ridicule of keeping secrets.

Pride, this demon used his own pride to deal with him, and dealt with him with the notion that he could not mistakenly seek uncovered tears.

But in the same way, pride also saved him.

The anger brought about by the idea of ​​being the prey of this demon's trick became a pillar in his heart, an unshakable foundation under his feet.

The stubborn rejection of sheer arrogance was cleared by the torrents that rushed to him from the waterfall, trying to drown his spirit,

He absorbed the flames and guzzled the deeper water sources, letting its power permeate him instead of fighting with it.

Elderal rushed out of the crazily spreading water and rose to a piece of land not far from the secret guard in a circle of golden light. The vial and the scepter were still in his hands.

The demon's body distorted and spread like waves, turning into a huge purple monster with sharp claws and an evil cow face. Under his deeply frowning brows, he stared at the prophet with jewel-like eyes. .

The prophet raised his scepter, ready to attack.

"It's not enough to drink uncovered tears, Alderal."

The devil moved and said:

"This power already exists in you, but you must be trapped in the deep shadow of your soul, so that you can see the truth that they contain."

"Don't try to win from this failure. You didn't want me to get this power, but it belongs to me now."

"This is the happy expression I want to see."

The Secret Keeper leaned forward, leaning closer, and his sweet breath sprayed on Alderal's face.

He saw himself reflecting from dozens of planes in its eyes, forming an image of resistance.

"This is your illusion. When you reach the peak of your self-confidence, it will also be fleeting. Come with me now, Elderal, and then you will be able to control the stars. Love me again, and then Your people will be saved."

"My people don't need a demon to save."

The prophet sneered:

"Tell your master, I haven't finished playing my hole cards yet. Immortal Starfall will be an eternal nightmare for you and your master!"

"Do you think a broken ancient Ability God will save your race?"

The devil scratched its long jaw with an appendage that resembled a slender lobster claw.

"Hope for what you crave, Alderal."

The demon took a step back and made a mocking bow, sliding his tongue over its fangs.

Suddenly, the door on the wall opened, and a golden light appeared from it, and then the demon and the door disappeared without a trace.

The lightness of the spirit was replaced by the heaviness of crushing, Alderlar groaned and opened his eyes, and found himself sitting on a plain futon in the Crystal Hall, surrounded by a flash in his long life. Items.

None of them could be used for his survival, but when he looked at his bare hands, he saw crystal lines spreading along the veins and bone marrow, taking root in his body.

After the freedom of this soul journey, his body was almost paralyzed, from head to toe, there was no painlessness.

But his task has been completed.

In one of his hands, a sealed soul bottle was emitting a weird light, remembering the words of keeping secrets, he did not give up this crystal container.

The prophet’s thoughts were like a moth to a fire and were affected by a wisp of free-floating mysterious energy. When it wandered through his body, he only felt a tremor of power, exposing its secrets to the thoughts he was exploring. middle.

He saw the eternal matrix burning in a pure white flame, and the nets turned to ashes in the raging fire, but in the flames rose up an existence with a robe of raging fire and a crown of stars inlaid on its forehead.

His face is cold and not cruel, like a ghostly charm, he holds a shiny halberd in one hand, and a spiral burning sword in the other.

However, there is something else moving in the dark.

Rows of skeletons emerged from the shadows, and the polished metal bones shone with silver and gold light, like an active energy cycle, a green light spreading from one planet to another, a huge tomb arch The top was opened, and a square formation of countless ancient dead came out from the center.

The ancient enemy of the spirit race, the one who fears the dead.

"This is not right!"

With a suppressed cry, Alderal broke free from the vision.

The crack in the ceramic floor where the bottle of soul was smashed brought him back to reality, but his limbs still trembled in shock.

He staggered to the wall~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with one hand to support himself, while strange nerve impulses flashed through the crystals in his body, and then a rune from his belt pocket It slipped out and hovered over the fragments of the soul bottle.

It flips slowly over and over again, like a serpentine pattern trying to chase its own tail.

The snake of the universe, Domrak, a symbol of wisdom and mystery.

Elderal didn't know what this meant, and he was too tired to investigate immediately.

He stumbled towards his seat, almost collapsed on it, numb and thoughtful.

Strangely, the snake of the universe floated in front of him, hovering around a raised finger as the prophet was thinking about what to do next.

Seeing this weird symbol, the Prophet suddenly raised his brow.

"Could it be... something is going to happen to the gangster?"

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