“Side of truth!” The priest screamed, trying to run away subconsciously, no joke, the strongest Lord Knud in Hadland was only on the level of truth, how could there be such a thing here monster.
He didnt want to, and couldnt care about the follower he brought in. He turned and ran to the back door, but Fang Qi seemed to be reluctant to let go of this guy. He stepped forward and just thought of a sword, but at this time, he His sword was deflected in the other direction and stabbed out in the direction of the two little girls.
“No!”
Magdale screamed in shock.
But Bredel frowned, and Huang Huo and Mr. Liu showed the same look around him. “This is …” Huang Huo whispered, “Coercion?”
“Aura of fear.” Bredel replied: “The racial talent of the Demon Lord.”
As soon as his words fell, he saw that Fang Qis sword had stopped in midair. The genius of the ghost car family frowned and yelled at the air ahead: “Whos there?”
The air in the hall whirled for a while, and a demon figure emerged, with red skin, nearly two people tall, with two pairs of curved horns on the head. The upper body was covered with scales, but the lower body was covered with sheeps hoof. Also dragging a long tail.
As soon as this demon appeared, the sheepheads on the scene kneeled down and screamed excitedly: “My supreme, omnipotent master, I am willing to serve you with all my heart and dedicate my soul!”
In fact, even if these people did not speak, Bredel guessed that Arkantos avatar was here.
…… (To be continued.)
The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 264 Sword Fenhai (1)
As soon as the avatar of Arkento descended into the hall, the space shook, the pillars supporting the hall creaked and crumbled, and the sand and stones came down, as if this small space could not bear the huge Coercion and collapse.
This coercion spread out in all directions, making those already enthusiastic believers even more enthusiastic, claiming to praise the burning twilight, the master of purgatory, the name of the demon king. In front of Arkento, Fang Qi bears the brunt, his face holding a long sword is pale, and his forehead is cold and sweaty, his eyes are even darker, like a lone boat in a storm, and he will always succumb to the boundless fear .
But his performance was far from satisfying Arkanto. The purgatory lord probably did not expect that someone could stand under his coercion, and he growled, “Mortal, kneel! “
Fang Qi seemed to bear an unbearable weight. Although he clenched his teeth, he was short and his knees slowly bent down.
How could this genius with a vein of ghost cars reconcile? He roared, inserting the Yulong Holy Sword in his hand to the ground, the blade creaked and squeaked deep into the floor of the temple.
Seeing Fang Qi was about to humiliate her knees, but at this time, a clear voice seemed to be unaffected by the power of the demon:
“Burning twilight, Purgatory Lord Arkanto, the great demon king, it seems that thousands of years of imprisonment havent taught you enough?”
Hearing this voice, at least three of them were in shock.
The first is Ruth. The little fairy seemed to think she had a hallucination, and hurriedly opened the hood of Lotus, and protruded her head to patrol left and right.
Then there was Lians sister. The little girl heard the sound and gave a slight meal.
Finally, of course, the demon king Arkanto.
The pressure in the space came to an end.
“Who is it?” Roared the Demon King. The sound of raging anger shook the space.
Thousands of years ago, it was defeated by the Mines in the war that invaded the ground, and then imprisoned by the Bugatians for several times. It is the biggest stain in its life, and it has still not been cleaned up. Not to mention the cage of Mithril, which still imprisons its body so that it cannot escape from the trap.
It is foreseeable that even if it successfully escaped from captivity and returned to Jorge Purgatory with the return of dusk, it will never be as beautiful as it was thousands of years ago. What the Purgatory Lord. The demon kings name, like the gravel in the wind, disappeared in sarcasm.
This stain is its biggest pain. At this moment, some people dare to sprinkle salt on its wound. Even the string of taboos before this sentence sounds so harsh.
He raised his head and looked forward, but he saw in this small, tight space. Six people are still able to stand.
First and foremost is that small and humble human being, who was almost about to yield under its demon power, but now its power is over, the person has calmed down, holding a sapphire sword, He looked at it panting, his eyes full of fear and resentment.
The other looked like a woman, holding the post with one hand and frowning uncomfortably. When Arkanto saw the woman, she was a little surprised. Faintly felt that the other persons breath was a little familiar, but for a while, he could not tell where he had seen the other person. After all, it had been imprisoned for thousands of years, and the memory in his mind had long been confused.
Behind it were two people, one old and one young. It recognized that it was two Oriental races. These people came from Aratu, and their homeland was completely destroyed by the dusk in the first war. The survivors are scattered all over the place. Although their ancestors are powerful, these people are not in the eyes of Arkanto now.
In a sense, demons are immortal races, because they are the minions of the dusk. When their bodies fall, their will will be reborn in chaos, their characters, preferences and habits will be annihilated, but inheritance and Memories flow in the same vein.
As the demon king, Arkento has a lot of secrets in his memory, although incomplete, it reminds him of things before many times.
Its spitting eyes fell on the last two people, one of whom was still a personal woman, which made it a little strange that the woman had her own kind of breath, and it was for this reason that the other party could ignore her power.
Of course, Arkento didnt understand. The person it saw was Delphine. The prime minister, Ms. Qian Jin, once bathed the polluted fountain of life. Her body was stained with the breath of the demon master. How could she be affected by a demon Influenced by the kings might.
Of course, Delphin didnt know that she had not experienced the coercion of the upper demons herself, and for a while she was a little confused about the hard support of others present.
The last person to look at Argentus gaze was naturally Bredel .
Bredel left hand rested on the hilt of the holy sword Odysseus and the point of the sword stood. When the eyes of the demon king glanced at him, he freed his hood with his right hand, exposing a fairly young face. Come.
“Mr. Bredel !”
The leprechaun jumped up. It leapt from Lians shoulder, jumped down, came to the floor, and waved at Bredel again and again: “Mr. Bredel , its me, Im Rutter, I its here!”
Bredel naturally saw him long ago and nodded at him, although there was something strange in his heart why the goblin was in this place.
As for the two sisters, the elder sister apparently recognized him, but she shook her sisters hand again and did not speak.
Bredel attention swept across the trio before returning to the demon king Arkanto.
“Before you die, I have only one question,” Bredel said openly, his voice chilling out suddenly: “The earrings on your hands, where did you come from?”
When Bredel asked this question, he raised his head and pierced his eyes brightly into Arkentos eyes. The purgatory master felt only cold all over himself, as if locked by two sharp swords. Surprised, the subconscious has actually given up.
But it immediately responded, how could the demon king himself wince in front of a mortal, shook his head, raised the earring in his paw and smiled coldly: “You mean this? It looks like you know the mother Dragon, just right, Ill send you to meet your god. “