Every time he walks into the Hall of Purgatory Angels, Iros will have a new experience.
This mysterious palace with eleven huge statues standing quietly seems to hide endless mysteries.
Whenever he sets foot here after a new breakthrough or a new harvest, Iros will feel that he has lifted another layer of veil covering the mysterious hall, and can see its outline more clearly.
However, when each layer of veil is lifted, the Purgatory Angel Hall will be like the shyest girl, still hiding her true face under the heavy veil.
There is always a slightly cool breeze flowing in the gloomy hall.
Iros had not noticed any difference between these winds and ordinary winds in the past, but this time he noticed it.
The wind comes from nothingness and goes to nothingness.
In fact, these erratic winds have nowhere to come from and nowhere to go.
In the eyes of Iros at this moment, these winds are no longer ordinary winds, but a gathering of countless mysterious messages and energy flows.
The wind blows from the void, creating complex and incomprehensible exchanges with the visible and invisible consciousness and power everywhere in the hall.
The space of the main hall has boundaries, but these winds seem not to be restricted by these tangible boundaries at all. They carry the newly acquired information away and disappear into the endless distance.
At this moment, in Iros's eyes, the entire Purgatory Angel Hall seemed to come alive. Every inch of earth, stone, and every grain of sand was filled with endless mysteries. It was like an omniscient and omnipotent god, looking down coldly.
With Iros.
Iros suddenly understood that this Purgatory Angel Hall did not belong to this plane at all. The history of its existence may be longer than the history of the entire plane!
Iros finally saw the true side of the Palace of Purgatory Angels, but he still couldn't understand the various mysteries it contained.
In other words, this temple contains so many secrets that it is impossible for him to understand them all.
Although after reading the Book of Demons, Iros's eyes can instantly receive thousands of messages, but if he wants to understand even a tiny bit of information about this palace, Iros does not know that it will take him tens of thousands of years to do so.
arrive.
Obviously, no corner of the Purgatory Angel Hall is under his control.
However, Iros just smiled slightly this time and walked towards the end of the hall.
The twin halls still stood quietly in the deepest part of the temple, and there was a dead silence in the empty hall.
On the other side, the statue of Lilith floated in the air without any luster.
The footsteps of Iros echoed in the empty hall, completely lifeless, as if there was no life left in this world.
"I'm back, have you been waiting for a long time?" Iros stood in front of the statue, stared at it for a long time, and then murmured.
He slowly raised his hands and reached towards the statue of Lilith, and then waves of low spells came out of his mouth.
Surrounding the statue, countless subtle light gold magic runes seeped out from his hands, turning into a light golden mist that gradually enveloped the huge statue.
Amidst the long spells, the statue began to shrink little by little, and finally returned to life-size, slowly descended from the air, and floated in front of Iros.
If it weren't for the crystal-clear jade-like luster, it wouldn't look like a statue at all, but just a sleeping Lilith.
Iros stretched out his hands, and the sleeping Lilith slowly fell into his arms. He gently stroked Lilith's mirror-like black hair. After a long time, he sighed softly and whispered:
"Lilith, I'm back. You see, I have finished reading the Book of Devils. Although I was stuck on page seven for a long time, I still came out and have the ability to protect you. I know that on this day, you
I have been waiting for too long. Alas..."
Iros was silent for a moment, opened his mouth, and a lavender star floated out of his mouth.
If you look carefully, you will find that this faint starlight is actually composed of countless interlaced purple haloes. These haloes are centered on a certain point and rotate according to their own rules.
At the common center of all haloes, a mark can be faintly seen.
"Lilith, you see, I have obtained the godhead for you. With it, you no longer have to stay in this cold statue.
This godhead was taken from the Demon Emperor. Do you remember Alderney? She has done a lot for me. The only thing she asked me for was to help the Demon World and protect the Demon Emperor...
Alas, but she actually doesn't understand that the Dark Demon Emperor is not the only hope for the Dark Demon World.
It wasn't until I saw the Dark Demon Emperor and Mecanshut that I understood why the Dark Demon Clan had this belief. That's because the Demon Emperor, like you, has the power to create. He can create with his own strength.
It can create a brand new demon race, and it can also resurrect an extinct dark demon race.
Therefore, all the high-level Dark Demons firmly believe that even if the entire Dark Demon Realm is destroyed, as long as the Demon King is still there, the entire Dark Demon Realm can be resurrected.
Alas, that is not the case!
No matter how powerful the Dark Demon Emperor is and how vast his wisdom is, he is still just a lonely demon god after all.
All the demon races he can create actually bear his own brand, which is fundamentally different from the millions of races in the dark demon world that develop and grow on their own.
The Dark Demon Realm resurrected by the Demon King will only be a lifeless Dark Demon Realm destined to perish.
The gods are not omnipotent, so the Demon King is still restricted by the laws of space, unlike you, who is fearless and dares to do anything."
At the end of the sentence, a smile appeared on Iros's lips. He recalled those glorious and glorious times of Lilith.
I don't know how long it took, but Iros finally woke up from his memories. His eyes fell on Lilith's eyebrows. The purple light moved with his gaze, slowly fell on Lilith's eyebrows, and slowly seeped into it.
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In an instant, a purple light lit up inside the statue, almost making the statue transparent!
Under this extremely intense purple light, the edges of the statue began to blur. For a moment, the image of another statue began to grow and gradually separated from the statue of Lilith.
Iros stared at the image of the statue with concern, his expression extremely nervous. It was not until the image finally condensed into an entity that he was relieved and let out a sigh of relief.
Every detail of the phantom statue is exactly the same as Lilith's. The only difference is that the face of the new statue is blank.
The new statue rose slowly, returning to the place where Lilith originally floated, and settled down.
Lilith, on the other hand, began to feel a little alive, but her eyes did not open and she was still sleeping peacefully.
Iros seemed to have predicted the emergence of such a result. He didn't show any surprise at all. He just stared at her face silently, as if he wanted to imprint everything in his heart.
Finally, he sighed and said:
"I really want to accompany you to leave this plane, leave all these troubles, and go to a quiet place to open up our own plane, but I can't leave now. I'm sorry, in the next ten thousand years, I can only let you...
People have passed.
As for Fiona, Ekaterina, and Joan of Arc, I will find a way to send them to hell. Although the environment there is a bit harsh, they can still survive..."
Very slowly, he lowered his head and kissed Lilith gently on the lips.
Her lips were soft, cold, and as greasy as grease. The indescribable touch not only penetrated into Iros's lips, but also into his heart and soul.
This moment has been branded into his soul, but Iros doesn't know how long this brand will last. He intuitively knows that it won't take long for this brand to disappear completely.
Because his soul will cease to exist.
Iros raised his head, no longer hesitating, and caressed Lilith's head with his right hand. Wherever his hand passed, he sprinkled fluffy silver powder.
The silver powder quickly condensed into countless thin silver threads. One end of the silver thread was connected to Lilith, and the other end stretched out in all directions. There was a particularly thick silver thread that connected him to her. The silver thread
The light shines on it, making it look indescribably beautiful.
But for some reason, this silver thread always reveals traces of sadness.
These revealed silver threads are all the connections between Lilith and this plane.
Iros waved his left hand, and water ripples immediately appeared in the space of the hall. Lilith's body was like a boat, rippling with the water waves.
Iros raised his right hand, but his hand seemed to be as heavy as a stone. Every time he raised it, he seemed so hesitant and difficult!
His hands are shaking.
He closed his eyes.
At this moment, he can't see or hear.
However, in this moment of farewell, where does he dare to look and where is he willing to listen?
Lilith is still sleeping.
She also cannot see or hear.
She didn't know that her body began to slowly slide on the water lines, floating towards the deep and dark space ahead.
She also didn't know that those countless silver threads had turned into poignant silver flames that filled the sky with Iros's wave of his hand!
One minute and one second at this time is not only ten thousand years and thousands of years!
Iros finally opened his eyes.
Silence and darkness have once again become the themes of the Twin Halls. The empty hall opposite, the statues of gods standing in the sky, and even the dust in the corner of the hall that represents the traces of time are no different from before.
The only difference is that the face of the statue floating in the air is blank.
This is the only difference, for Iros, it is the whole difference.
Iros turned around and strode out of the Twin Halls.
This place carried so many joys and sorrows for him that he was overwhelmed.
So he has not looked back, and will never step into the Twin Halls again.