As soon as Akento’s clone arrived in this hall, the space vibrated, and the stone pillars supporting the hall creaked and shook, and sand and stones fell one after another, as if this small space could not bear the huge amount at any time. Collapse under pressure.
This coercion spread out in all directions, causing those already fanatical believers to throw themselves into the ground, praising the burning twilight, the lord of purgatory, and the prestige of the king of demons. In front of Akentu, Fang Qi was the first to bear the brunt. His face with a long sword in his hand was pale, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his eyes were even more pitch-black, like a lone boat in a storm, succumbing to boundless fear at any time. .
But his performance was far from satisfying Akentu. The Lord of Purgatory probably did not expect that someone could stand up under his pressure. He roared, "Mortal, kneel down!" "
Fang Qi seemed to bear an unbearable weight. Although he gritted his teeth, his body was short and his knees slowly bend down.
How could this genius of the ghost car line be reconciled, he roared, and the Yulong Sacred Sword in his hand thrust into the ground, the blade creaked, and it went deep into the temple floor inch by inch.
Seeing Fang Qi was about to hit his knees in humiliation, but at this time, a clear voice that seemed unaffected by the power of the devil rang:
"Burning Twilight, Akentu, Lord of Purgatory, the great Demon King. It seems that thousands of years of imprisonment have not taught you enough lessons?"
Hearing this voice, at least three people present were shocked.
First is Lut. The little goblin seemed to think he had auditory hallucinations, so he hurriedly lifted Lian's hood and poked his head to look around.
Then there was Lian's sister. The little girl paused slightly when she heard this voice.
In the end, it is naturally the Devil King Akentu.
The pressure in the space suddenly disappeared.
"Who is it?" The Demon King roared, and the sound of burning raging anger made the space tremble.
Thousands of years ago, it was defeated by the Miner in the war to invade the ground, and then imprisoned by the Buga for several times is the biggest stain in its life, and it has not yet been cleared. Not to mention the cage of the Mithril Society, still imprisoning its body, preventing it from getting out of the trap.
It is foreseeable that even if it successfully escaped from captivity and returned to Jiao Hot Purgatory with the help of the return of the dusk, it will never be as beautiful as thousands of years ago. The name of the Lord of Purgatory and the King of Devil, has long been like The gravel in the wind disappeared in the sarcasm.
This stain is its greatest pain. At this moment, someone dared to sprinkle salt on its wound, and even the string of taboos before this sentence sounded so harsh.
It raised its head and looked forward, but saw that there were still six people able to stand in this small | cramped space.
The first to bear the brunt was the small and humble human being. He was almost about to succumb to its demon power just now, but now its power has been restored, the man has been relieved, holding the turquoise long sword, Looking at it breathlessly, eyes filled with jealousy and resentment.
The other looked like a woman, leaning on the pillar with one hand, frowning with an uncomfortable expression. When Akentu saw this woman, he was slightly surprised. He faintly felt that the breath of the other person was a little familiar, but for a while he could not tell where he had seen each other. After all, he had been imprisoned for thousands of years. The memory in my mind is already in chaos.
Behind them were two people, one old and one young. It recognized that they were two oriental races. These people came from Aratu. Their homeland was completely destroyed at dusk in the first war. The bereaved families were scattered all over the place. Although the ancestors were tough, these people are not in Akentu's eyes right now.
In a sense, demons are an immortal race, because they are twilight minions. When their bodies fall, their will will be reborn in the chaos, and their character, preferences and habits will be annihilated, but inheritance and The memories are in the same continuous line.
As the Demon King, Akentu has a lot of mystery in his memory. Although it is not complete, it reminds him of things from many eras ago.
Its fire-breathing gaze fell on the last two people. One of them was still a human female. What made it a little strange was that the woman had the same kind of aura on her body. It was for this reason that the other party could ignore her own power.
Of course Akentu didn’t understand. The person it saw was Delphine. The prime minister’s daughter had once bathed in the contaminated fountain of life. She was tainted with the aura of the masters of demons. Affected by the power of the king.
Of course, Delphine didn't know it. She had not personally experienced the coercion of the upper demon, and for a while, she was still a little puzzled about the support of other people present.
The last person Akentu's gaze swept towards was naturally Brando.
Brando pressed his left hand on the hilt of the holy sword Odyssey, where the tip of the sword was located. When the Demon King's gaze swept over him, he took a moment to uncover the hood with his right hand, revealing a fairly young face. Come.
"Mr. Brando!"
The little fairy jumped up. It jumped from the shoulders of the lotus, jumped down, and came to the floor, and waved at Brando, "Mr. Brando, it's me, I'm Rutte, I it's here!"
Brando naturally saw him a long time ago and nodded at him, although there was still a bit of wonder in his heart why the little fairy was in this place.
As for the two sisters, the sister had obviously recognized him, but she shook her sister's hand again without speaking.
Brando's attention swept away from the three of them, and then returned to the Demon King Akentu.
"Before you die, I only have one question," Brando said in a halting tone, and his voice seemed to chill suddenly: "Where did the earrings in your hand come from?"
When Brando asked this question, he raised his head and pierced Akantu's eyes with bright eyes. The Lord of Purgatory only felt cold all over him, as if locked by two sharp swords, making his heart feel Surprised, subconsciously produced a mentality of retreat.
But it reacted immediately, how could the king of its own dignified demon shrink back in front of a mortal, shook his head, raised the earring in his paw and smiled coldly: "You mean this? It seems that you also know the mother. Dragon, just right, I will send you to meet your god together."
"You killed her?"
"So what?" The Demon King sneered, as if he enjoyed the anger of his opponents, and drew nourishment from the despair, hatred and rage of mortals. This is the instinct of the devil: "That damn female dragon is for the great Of the sacrifices I prepared, I have to say that my subordinates did a good job this time. I enjoyed cutting her throat and listening to her wailing and gurgling voice of blood. The golden blood is undoubtedly the best gift. —"
Akantou triumphantly enjoyed the anger in the human heart in front of him. What surprised it was that the human heart and will are very tough, and the power transmitted from the other person’s anger is also stronger than that of ordinary humans. Thousands of times stronger.
This increase in power almost makes it so comfortable that it’s about to groan, oh my god, I didn’t expect that after thousands of years of waking up, the human world will have such a strong existence of will and soul power, but the more soul power is Strong, the negative emotions these people produce when they fall are more amazing.
If it can cause this person to fall, there will be one more demon king in the hot hell from now on, and it, the lord of purgatory Akentu, will also return to the peak of the demon world.
Akento was very surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that he would encounter such a big gift when he returned to the world. It looked at Brando more and more surprised, while continuing to use words to lure this guy into fools.
"Mr. Brando, that demon it—" Ling screamed suddenly, but before she could finish her words, she was swept away by the Demon King with a wave of his hand, hit the wall hard, and vomited a mouthful of blood. When he came out, the little head tilted, lifted his heavy eyelids slightly and looked at the crowd with a little distraction, and then at his sister, and then lay down softly.
"Shut up, damn little bitch!" Akentu snorted coldly.
"elder sister!"
Lian screamed hoarsely, ran over frantically and threw on her sister's small body covered in blood, and cried out with a wow.
"You damn—" Little Goblin Root didn't expect the devil to make a sudden move, and his fur was so angry that he drew his sword and was ready to attack Akentu, but just as soon as he left, he felt that his body was imprisoned. In midair.
"Boo, Mr. Brando..."
Akentu didn’t know anything about this scene, and he sneered triumphantly: "I know, you know this little girl, but unfortunately the power of a mortal is too humble. You can't save her, and you can't save that one. Poor female dragon—"
Its words suddenly stopped.
Because Brando raised the sword in his hand.
The tip of the sword was shining, and Akentu seemed to have seen a scene of wonder, time passed, everything was returning to its original position in a strange trajectory, the little goblin Root struggled to'fly' back to Lian's shoulder , The crying little girl also found herself standing back where she was, and her sister was holding her hand, looking at the wound on her chest with some doubts—but besides the blood stains, there were still a little scars there.
Huang Huo, Delphine, and Mr. Liu all watched this scene in shock, inversion of cause and effect, time passing... This, what kind of law is this
Only for a moment in a trance, the Demon King Akantu heard a gurgling sound in the air. He raised his head and found that the floating air in the chapel had solidified to form a white mist, which then turned into ice particles and fell down. , A piece of hoar frost was climbing up the pillars in the hall. The low-lying areas in the hall where there was water accumulated ice instantly, the ice creaked, and then made the sound of cracking.