"No need," Frofa replied coldly, "You better not play tricks, otherwise you will definitely face more than our anger."
"Haha," Akantou smiled disapprovingly: "Of course, Miss Frofa, winners and losers, in our demon world, everything is respected by strength. Now you represent the supreme master. Will, I also have to surrender to you, which in our opinion is not a big deal."
"Humph." Frofa was noncommittal about Akantu's statement, and of course he wouldn't be so stupid to just believe the other party. She didn't put down her vigilance at all, but she also approached Fang Qi a few steps, planning to take the opponent into the stagnant realm and try it out.
"You stay here, Akentu," she said: "The human will find here soon. You must stop him. This is the order of the Twilight Dragon Lord."
"I see-"
"You better understand that when this matter comes to an end, the adults will consider your seal."
"... You have to understand one thing, you and my life are given by adults, this little thing is not worth mentioning to adults, and the seal here surrounds the world of stagnation, when the world of stagnation is all in Under the master's control, do you think the seal itself will be stable?"
Akantu’s eyes lit up, and he nodded quickly: “Ah, of course I understand this. I’m thinking about it, Miss Frofa. I’ll show that damn human good-looking, but I’m afraid I’m not his. Opponents, after all, most of my strength is now contained within the seal..."
"It doesn't matter," Frofa glanced at the guy: "You only need to'try your best'." She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the words "try your best."
Of course, Frofa didn't expect this demon lord to really go all out. For these selfish and cunning creatures, it would be almost enough for them to cause a little trouble for that human being.
Of course, that was enough for her.
Sure enough, Akentu agreed without a word, but obviously couldn't find any sincere look between the expressions of the two of them. Frofa knew everything about the other party's thoughts, and after confirming that the other party would at least not dare to play tricks in the master's plan, he walked to the crystal ball in the middle of the valley with the others.
As if as the high-level demon lord said, the entrance to the world of stagnation did not repel them like before. Frofa slowly approached the beautiful sphere suspended in mid-air, carefully placing his hands on it.
But nothing happened next, she just felt the cold temperature in her hand.
"Bring him here."
She gave orders to her companion.
Immediately someone dragged a piece of wood-like Fang Qi over. The tall dragon clan, who looked like a member of the Blue Dragon or Qinglong family, grabbed Fang Qi’s right hand and pressed it against it. On the crystal ball.
At this moment, a miracle happened.
The entire crystal ball suspended in mid-air clearly became brighter, and the original scene in the crystal ball emerged, suspended outside the crystal ball—and Fang Qi's hand, now passing through these scenes, disappeared at the other end. .
"This is a portal, yes." The blue dragon nodded to Frofa.
"Retract his hand."
Blue Dragon followed his instructions and looked up at the crystal ball. After confirming that there was no change, he said: "The portal is in a state of maintenance."
"You go in, Khaziloa, if you can return, we will wait for you for five minutes."
"This should be a one-way portal, and its exit shouldn't be here, Frofa."
"It's okay," Frofa replied dismissively, "just to be on the safe side."
Only then did the blue dragon nod his head, jumped, jumped into the portal on the surface of the crystal ball, the scene on the surface of the crystal ball shook for a while, and returned to calm.
"Can you come back, Khaziloa?" Frofa asked.
But there was obviously no response from the other end of the crystal ball.
"How is this going?"
Frofa looked back at Akentu, and the Lord of Purgatory only responded with a faint smile.
"As you can see, Miss Frofa, this is a one-way portal. Presumably your dragons know this kind of law better than we do. You can't expect sound to penetrate the distance between two planes, you just don’t understand. The legal person of the principle of time and space would think that the distance between the two sections of the portal is only a few millimeters?"
Frofa knew that she would not get the real answer, but she also understood that at this time, she could only choose to believe in this abominable'alliance'.
Fortunately, she at least understands that the other party at least dare not betray their common master.
She turned her gaze back and entered the portal.
Akentum silently watched the last dragon enter the portal. When he was sure that there was no outsider in the valley, the demon lord let out a sigh of relief.
"Stupid lizard," it grinned and said with a weird smile: "Apart from me, do you think you can enter the world of stagnation alone? What a wishful thinking, ha, I wish you a pleasant journey!"
After all, the high-level demon looked around carefully, as if he was afraid that his words would leak out, and then the clone gradually disappeared into the valley.
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Brando looked at the corpses lying in front of him—these people wore the typical black missionary robes, with red piping embroidered on the cuffs and corners, and sheep head pins at the neckline—obviously these people were all Sheep-head believers, and not ordinary believers, belong to the core existence of this sect, and are the upper-class figures of Sheep-head religion.
This place is in a valley. Hundreds of corpses of sheep head believers are piled on top of each other at the bottom of the valley. Huang Huo and Mr. Liu found traces of several sacrificial rituals. The scene was in a mess and blood flowed. Chenghe.
Obviously, most of these people died of suicide: the Goathead Cultists used a hook-shaped dagger to pierce the blade diagonally into the heart from the fifth point of the throat, and the venom on the blade would be in their nerves. The venom would be in the heart. Before their blood drained to maintain their sobriety, it is said that in such a death, mortals will experience the most terrible pain in the world.
Pain is the nourishment of the devil, just like the fear and regret that accompany it. Only this method of death can maximize the meaning of living sacrifice, and the core doctrine of the Sheep Head Church is a kind of'noble' martyrdom.
But Brando understands that this kind of martyrdom is often rarely seen in the upper echelons of cult churches, because even demons need powerful assistants. Of course, they can't let their confidants that they have finally cultivated become sacrifices of living sacrifices. .
Regardless of whether it is a Black Fire Cultist, a Sheep Head Cultist, or the Silver Sky Snake that is active in the southern part of the Baishan Mountain, most cultists who have an affair with demons have no shortage of middle- and lower-class believers, as well as the innocent lives captured by them. Some are living sacrifices.
But there are always exceptions to everything. When the devil needs it, even the highest echelon of the Goathead Cultists will sacrifice their lives for their master without hesitation.
It's like right now.
Although Brando didn't have time to stay here for long, he could see it wherever he could reach. Almost all the people who died here were the middle and upper-class people of the Goat Head Cultist—these people should have been brought here by Akantu. Sheephead Cult, it seems that the Lord of Purgatory urgently needs to borrow a living sacrifice to gain strength, even at the expense of his henchmen.
"Have you found a living?" He turned around and asked the prime minister's daughter who came from a distance: "It is impossible for everyone to be martyred in such a large-scale sacrificial activity. Put to death those courageous cowards. And the person who presided over the ceremony cannot die, they must be nearby."
"It's difficult," Aloz replied from the side: "These people may have ran away early, and it's impossible for Frofa and the others to pass by here."
"Miss Frofa, they should have swept across this valley from the sky. The valley has been covered up by spells. Without paying attention, it is difficult to find out that there is another mystery below," Brando replied: "There are only dead people here. The breath of the dead is most sensitive to the undead of Madara, but there are no undead here, only living things can easily attract their attention."
Aloz closed her mouth when she heard the words. She understood that Brando made sense. If they hadn't depended on Delphine to find their way, they had to travel between the valleys, otherwise they wouldn't find the valley here.
Akentu's laying a live sacrifice ceremony on this road after all was obviously intentional.
"I think we should catch up quickly," the little mother dragon said anxiously: "Rather than looking for the cause here, Akantu may use these people to create the spiritual fog that has deceived our perception, you don't. Have you ever said, Brando, it takes the power of a living sacrifice for the demons to create spiritual fog."
"But it doesn't need so much," Brando replied, "Akantu sacrificed so many high-level believers. I am curious why it urgently needs so much power?"
"That's why we should hurry up," Aloz frowned, "Otherwise I doubt that Fang Qi can see us alive."
Brando shook his head silently.
He slowly passed through the sea of dead mountains and bones, looking at the other side of the valley. He felt that this matter was not so simple from the beginning, and this feeling became stronger at this moment. A good game player always instinctively believes in his instincts, and he is naturally the same.
Not to mention that both the experience of the elemental frontier and the weird whereabouts of Akantu all illustrate this point. This demon obviously has other intentions.
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