A cold and indifferent female voice sounded, like ice and snow in the cold winter.
“Fool, when you have such thoughts, the Astronomical and Astrological Society has already noticed it, but it’s a problem for you to find where they are.
Although they rarely interfere with this world, those who once plotted against them are all dead. Moreover, do you think the demigods will really join forces?"
The leader of the Abyss Cult, the Ice King.
"It's more likely that they will fight each other. After all, if any one of us dies, it will be a great joy. The Seventh Prince's suggestion is simply stupid."
At this time, someone else whispered, "Although you are all difficult to kill, it should be possible to knock you down a level, just like Bakkar and Augurola in the past."
"I want to know, is Dean Hodel still a demigod? I haven't heard his voice in the spiritual world for many years. It seems that he is really useless?" said a holy voice.
boom!
A violent aura erupted in the spiritual world, like a volcanic eruption.
"Shut up, everyone! It's so noisy!"
The momentum exploded like thunder, and everyone fell into deathly silence.
Demon clan, demon king.
"Investigate the forbidden areas as soon as possible and eliminate any possibility of the birth of angels."
The demon king said coldly, "Don't let that deformed thing escape like we did two hundred years ago! If anyone fails again this time, don't blame me for coming to your door and hitting you."
"agree… "
The old man of the mountain said, "I want to ask, who among you knows the whereabouts of that thing?"
The Ice King sneered: "Humph, the Astronomical Astrology Association has a strange rule. As long as something escapes from the forbidden area, it is no longer their responsibility. Who knows what the angel has become after so many years."
"According to the judgment of the Holy See, it is very likely that the thing has been controlled by humans. Otherwise, with the intelligence of that kind of life form, it would be impossible for it to escape our sight."
Someone said: "We have no doubt that someone has abused its power. According to our speculation, there are only two possibilities. The Brentanian Empire, or above the Ice Sea."
"Don't give me that. I really want to know why angels appeared in the forbidden land?"
The devil said coldly: "Pope, come out and explain yourself."
The Pope's consciousness was indeed in the spiritual world, but he did not answer at all.
The spiritual world fell into silence again. Even a powerful demigod was afraid of the things born in the forbidden land. At the same time, they all recalled the disaster two hundred years ago. The atmosphere was a little weird.
As the youngest demigod, Viltiana didn't even know what they were talking about.
Although this was her sixth time participating in suppressing unrest in the forbidden land.
Really boring…
Viltiana curled her lips. The end of the year was the unhappiest time for her because she had to go to the forbidden land alone and suppress the weird unrest together with these annoying guys.
While others can have New Year’s Eve dinner at home at this time.
Being accompanied by family or loved ones.
Warmth and happiness...
"Can you please stop wasting my evening time?"
Viltiana became restless for no reason, because it was night time when she was allowed to enter the abyss.
The young man was still waiting for her in the gray fog.
"It would be nice if he were still here."
She looked at the dark night sky and the bright stars and said softly, "As a night watchman at this time, he should be by my side so that I won't feel bored."
Above the sky, her figure seemed a little lonely.
The giant dragon of light curled his lips and thought, "I'm not a human being, am I?"
Well, she's a dragon.
Suddenly, the wind blew.
Viltiana seemed to sense something, and subconsciously sat up and looked up.
I saw a thousand paper cranes burning with light floating among the dark clouds.
In the darkness, it is like an elf, flapping its wings.
It crosses mountains and rivers, passes through the boundless starry sky, and rushes towards us.
"Um?"
Viltiana's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.
This is a sparsely populated uninhabited area, a place swallowed up by forbidden land.
How could there be such a thing
For a moment, the dark sky was illuminated by light.
boom!
The burning paper cranes exploded.
It's like street magic.
It also seems like the most dazzling magic in the world.
Accompanied by a faint roar, pink fireworks bloomed like a sea of blooming flowers, exploding above the dark sky, and countless sparks fell like waterfalls.
In the darkness, a heart shape is outlined.
I saw a golden glow blooming in the sky full of sparks, as if God had used the most luxurious paint in the world, using the dark sky as a canvas, to complete a peerless painting.
She was a petite, long-haired girl wearing a crown, looking proud and noble.
An equally petite boy followed behind her and took her hand.
"Happy New Year, Vertiana Via Salvatore."
"Greetings from the dead."
Countless sparks exploded again, and a line of words appeared in the darkness.
Viltiana pursed her red lips, and countless brilliant fireworks illuminated her beautiful face. Her long, curled eyelashes trembled, and her dark golden pupils were filled with joy and satisfaction.
However, what she didn't expect was that the line of handwriting would disappear.
A line of burning, brand new words lit up again in the darkness.
It also illuminates the girl's heart.
"Even if I'm dead, please remember me."
In the light, the last line of fireworks appeared silently: "Because, I like you."
Viltiana was stunned, her hair fluttering in the wind, half covering her beautiful eyes.
He likes me
When did he like me
Could it be from the time we met in Norma City
He is only seventeen years old.
Although you are young, you have such a lustful mind.
You even want to take advantage of me.
Traitor!
After a long silence, Viltiana gazed at the fireworks blooming in the sky and whispered softly:
"Actually, I think about you every day."
Chapter 203 Norn is number one in the world!
Ancient monastery.
Lonely moon, dark clouds, howling wind.
Alessandro walked through the dark underground corridor and came to the ruins deep underground.
The dark and desolate ruins, with broken and twisted statues of gods embedded in the rock walls on all sides, look like a hell where demons are rejoicing, and the wind blowing from the cave makes it sound like sobbing.
At the end of the darkness, there is a huge cross.
Hanging on the cross was a strangely twisted human figure, like a suffering sinner, and behind Him was a pair of broken wings, like thick ink, dripping with sticky liquid.
"The evil spirits are almost ready, get ready to move." Cicely leaned against the stone wall with her arms folded across her chest. Under the hood was a beautiful and charming face with cold and indifferent eyes.
Alessandro was silent for a second, then said calmly, "In order to fully revive the power of the evil spirit, a sacrifice is needed. The Saint is still under the control of Josiah, and we did not save Cyrus for them. Although there is Princess Nunnally who can replace her, this is no longer a perfect plan."
Princess Nunnally, the first princess of the Kingdom of Loen.
One of the top war criminals of the Border War, currently imprisoned in an Imperial prison.
"There is no perfect plan in this world."
Cicely said coldly, "I can't wait any longer. It doesn't matter if the evil spirit regains its own will after reviving, as long as we can achieve our goal. The Empire is now purging traitors, including your Valerius branch, which has officially declared war on us."
She said: "Our influence in the capital is decreasing. If this continues..."
Alessandro: "I understand. Although I failed to get the Saint back, at least the King's power of annihilation has been used up. Even if he is the King, he cannot use the power of annihilation without the energy of the World Tree."
Cicely glanced at him and said, "Then how do you explain the matter about Bakar? Although we don't know how Bakar recovered his fighting power, we have to be on guard."
At this time, a man in a black robe came over and said hoarsely: "It doesn't matter, the script has been written, and everything will develop according to our plan."
Cicely glanced at him, a little surprised: "It seems that you are very confident?"
Alessandro said calmly: "He has helped me find the silent place where the remains of the Valerius family are. It is somewhere in the ruins of the underground world. The Tarot is still buried there. This time I will go to the capital in person and enter our Tarot as the final insurance of the plan."
Tarot Between…
As one of the survivors of that era, Cicely had certainly heard about the horror of that thing.
Oh no…
To be precise, it is not a specific object.
Rather, it is a very rare domain-type relic similar to a small forbidden land.
"Including Viltiana, few people know that before the Brentanian Empire established its capital, a considerable portion of that land was once a forbidden place."
Alessandro turned around and walked out of the incomplete ruins underground.
Outside the monastery, a young man with silver-black mottled hair was waiting for him.
"So, my father won't come back, right?"
The young man's eyes were cold, and he gnashed his teeth and said, "You just gave up on my father and let him stay with Josiah forever, never seeing the light of day and suffering! Why? It was that man who stopped our plan, but we had to please him? Why! Even Miss Judiya has to..."
Alessandro gave him a condescending look: "Shut up, bastard."
The boy seemed afraid to look him in the eye and lowered his head.
"Now the lifeblood of our Annihilation Clan is controlled by him alone. What else do you want? Asera, you are just lowly, lowly half-bloods."
Arthur didn't argue, he just clenched his teeth.
"Don't try to interfere in the affairs of the master family. Just stick to your duties. However, I can allow you to take appropriate revenge. You can vent your anger as you like within the scope of the script."
Alessandro said indifferently: "Now I have to go to the capital to inform Salvatore and Crazy Lion. Now that they are ready, it's time to start the action."
He raised his hands from his sleeves. His arms were covered with strange spells that looked like living worms. His voice became gentle for a moment: "The Saint will not die in Josiah's hands. One day we will take him back. But the prerequisite is that you have to be strong enough.
It's a rare opportunity to go out for a walk. You must learn to adapt to the fighting style of the Valerius clan. Remember, taste the pain and accept the pain."
Ashera licked her lips, a relieved smile on her lips.
“You can control the pain.”
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It's a sunny day on the first day of the new year.
The morning light shone on Zebra Street, and the courtyard gate of No. 57 was slowly pushed open.