The next day, when the sun was rising, the knights from the Temple of Light came to the room where Qiao Xiyin was being held.
As usual, those who were executed at the stake would circle the city and receive the baptism of the sun before execution to wash away their dirty souls.
But when the knights opened the door, they saw that the person in the room was not Qiao Xiyin, but the Saint of Light.
Yuna barely closed her eyes all night, leaning against the edge of the bed in a daze. She looked at the equally astonished Bright Knight and said, "You can find this room."
That magic was only for one night.
She didn't even think about her
Why
"Lady Saint, how are you?" Two knights walked up hurriedly, "The prisoner has escaped."
Yuna raised her hand to signal them to be silent.
She calmed down, thoughts flashed through her mind, and she suddenly understood something.
"Where is His Majesty the Pope?" She frowned slightly.
"I don't know," the knights said, "His Majesty said last night that he would stay in seclusion and not be disturbed."
retreat
"Send the order and postpone the burning." Yuna rubbed her tired temples. "Send several teams of people to act in batches to take back the previously distributed potions. If there are any that have been circulated in the market, find a way to get them back."
When the Pope is away, the backbone of the Temple of Light is Saint Yuna.
Therefore, although the knights had doubts, they did not disobey the order "Yes"
Temple of Light.
The statue of the God of Light is tall and majestic, and the scepter symbolizing power is embedded in the hand of the God of Light, almost integrated with the sculpture.
It turns out that the aura of the divine staff that I felt before came from here.
Qiao Xiyin took a step forward and stepped into the small circle surrounded by sculptures. She flashed and was sucked in.
There is a lot going on inside the statue.
The design style here is similar to that of the outer hall, with smooth bricks and sparkling gemstones complementing each other, making it beautiful.
If there are no displeasing people in front of you.
The Pope turned around, and the strange purple energy wrapped around his body, like a vine clinging to a parasite, trying its best to absorb nutrients.
He smiled, and the purple energy on his body trembled, "Welcome, Your Highness the Demon King."
Qiao Xiyin looked at him and raised her face slightly, "Flint"
She searched for a long time in the memories inherited from the Demon King, and finally found such a suspect.
One of the four lieutenants of the previous Demon King.
His injuries in the war between humans and demons seemed to be the lightest, no worse than the previous demon king who suffered the most. Even his soul was turned into ashes under the scorching sun, and he will never be able to stand up again.
Flint is a mage, and he is relatively rare among demons who are good at melee combat. It would not be surprising if he develops some kind of soul transfer.
"His Highness the Demon King knows about me." Flint smiled, "Does His Highness the Demon King know that I am the successor appointed by the previous Demon King?"
The little blond girl shrugged, "I only know that the position of the Demon King is passed down by demonic energy. Whoever is chosen by the crown will be the Demon King."
"But it was me who was chosen for the crown."
He seemed extremely excited, and the purple energy in his body rushed upwards, as if it was going to overflow all around and burn Qiao Xiyin. "It is up to me to complete the mission of reviving the demon clan."
Qiao Xiyin asked, "Kill all the races on the continent and create a new dark continent."
Although Flint is different from those violent demons, he is the same at heart, he loves killing and conquering.
Judging from his actions, his intentions are reflected everywhere.
Potions are only the first step.
He raised his chin haughtily, "Of course."
Only races that you create or conquer with your own hands will not be as full of variables as humans. And these are things that a little devil who looks like he is only sixteen or seventeen years old cannot do this. Only he can complete the mission of reviving the demon clan.
"Human beings have too much greed in their hearts," he said with a gloomy smile. "As long as they are greedy, they cannot defeat the evil in their hearts. They are my loyal subordinates."
The purple energy on his body moved slowly, quietly surrounding Qiao Xiyin.
"Your Highness the Demon King, do you know that this is the Temple of Light?"
Light and darkness exist in harmony with each other. This is the inside of the statue of the God of Light. The miracle is coming in person, and the devil will not be the opponent of the God of Light.
But unlike him, he only had his soul revived and occupied the Pope's body. The Pope was born with affinity to the light element, and the light element in the statue would only become his powerful weapon.
"Since you want to die so much," the curve of his mouth gradually opened, "then I will help you."
Immediately afterwards, the purple air wrapped in light formed a huge bubble and came towards Qiao Xiyin.
The light became more intense and intense, and after being contaminated by the demonic energy, it quickly faded away from the purple color. They intertwined into a huge cocoon, trapping Qiao Xiyin's entire body.
This light element made Flint feel uncomfortable all over. Fortunately, the Pope's soul was blocking the way, so this light element could not burn his soul.
Even if he is this far away, he will be hurt by the light element. Does the devil in this ball of light have any destiny
He lifted his robe proudly.
It was time to put his plan into action.
"Bang"
The violent explosion was deafening.
Countless rays of light spread out in all directions, and many of them landed on Flint's back and arms, making a "sizzling" sound like fire, and the pain made him grit his teeth.
He turned around in shock. The cocoon that originally trapped Qiao Xiyin was gone. Instead, there were two kinds of light, one white and one purple, surrounding the blonde girl with joy.
The blond girl with red and purple eyes holds the scepter of light that symbolizes the identity of the saint. The white light is like finding the mother body, pouring continuously into the ruby of the scepter of light. Zi Qi meekly stepped aside, completely tamed by her.
"Wait a minute," the bright-eyed little girl stopped him, "Don't walk so fast."
Flint stepped back repeatedly, shocked from ear to ear, "How, how could it be possible?"
The powerful light element that even he was afraid of could not hurt her.
What she holds in her hand is the scepter of light. It is the scepter of light of the Saint of Light.
Flint knew that the Pope had a scepter of light that was more powerful than the scepter of light. But he couldn't pick it up at all, and his soul trembled deeply as soon as he touched it. He could only embed the staff into the statue of the God of Light to increase the power of the God of Light.
However, that is the Demon King, the purest demon among the demons. He should be more afraid of the element of light than any other demon. Why can she stand here unharmed and even use this scepter of light
Qiao Xiyin raised the scepter of light in her hand, "Is it my turn next?"
With a smile in her eyes, the little girl fired two rays of light in her hand and returned them all to Flint.
"Ah, ah"
Flint screamed in agony. He felt that his soul was being burned by the intense light, which seemed to tear him apart and completely disperse into the air.
"don't want"
He moved with difficulty, intending to confront him. But just as he thought, neither he nor Qiao Xiyin could resist the light element in this temple, so how could he escape from it
Screams came one after another. Qiao Xiyin frowned and took back the scepter of light, wanting to cast a forbidden spell on his mouth.
Once upon a time, there was a time when she enjoyed torturing people and liked to listen to people's painful groans before being executed. But now, I just feel that the sound is noisy and unpleasant to listen to.
After being a little girl for too long, has your mental endurance become smaller? Qiao Xiyin sighed, her nature was indeed kind.
She waited patiently for the screams to subside.
In the end, the light dissipated, and the Pope who fell to the ground was completely silent.
Qiao Xiyin leaned closer and lowered her head, pouting.
The Pope is not dead, Flint ran away.
He has long since died and has no physical body. He only exists in the form of a soul. The Pope is his host. Looking at it this way, more than one of his hosts has gone to another host.
How to find this
Disembodied demons are trouble
Moon City always has a blood moon hanging high in the night sky. At this moment, the blood light is floating dimly, which seems to indicate that a bloody storm is about to start.
The mermaid queen swayed her fair and slender legs and walked lazily.
In front of her, a young man with black hair stood with his hands behind his back, his back looking lonely and lonely.
Hanur, the lord of Moon City, was talking to him.
"The current progress is good," Hanur reported the progress. "A small number of residents have recovered their physical bodies. However, the seal has not been removed. We will not know whether this method is effective until His Highness the Demon King takes us out."
The necromancer appeared out of nowhere, "It's impossible not to think that when our undead clan went to the battlefield, we used this method to free our people."
Hanur "then was beaten back."
Necromancer ""
When he saw the Mermaid Queen coming over, he laughed a few times and asked in a sinister tone, "Her Majesty the Queen has never cooperated with dark creatures, has she?"
In the experiment of the mermaid clan, the mermaid is already pregnant, and we are waiting to see whether she will give birth to a boy or a girl.
The mermaid queen raised her lips with disdain, "I only cooperate with races that are in the interests of mermaids, regardless of light or darkness."
Seeing that the mermaid queen was so boring, the necromancer had no choice but to change his target to He Yunchao, "Lieutenant, everything is ready. If you really don't plan to have sex yourself, I think it would be a pity for you not to be the devil. If you like that little devil, raise her in the devil It’ll be fine in the palace.”
He Yunchao glanced at him lightly.
As soon as this necromancer left the sea, he let himself go and dared to say anything. He was not afraid of offending anyone because of his immortality.
"Your Highness will always be Your Highness." His voice was as clear as wine, and he was unquestionably firm.
"Hey," the necromancer turned away, "It's boring."
The Mermaid Queen also smiled, "Mermaid welcomes you too, Lieutenant General."
Even though He Yunchao was firm, she did not give up. Demons appreciate martial arts, wealth, and power, and mermaids have all of these.
Hanur looked up at the sky silently.
How can this be an ally
Does His Highness the Demon King know that her corner has been pried several times? If she doesn't come back, she will really be poached.
"City Lord, City Lord"
A guard hurried over to report.
"His Highness the Demon King is back"