As soon as Akentu's clone descended into the hall, the space began to vibrate. The stone pillars supporting the hall creaked and swayed, and sand and gravel poured down, as if this small space would be unable to withstand the huge impact at any time.
Collapsed under pressure.
This coercion spread in all directions, making those already fanatical believers even more prostrate, shouting praises to the burning dusk, the Lord of Purgatory, and the reputation of the Demon King. In front of Akentu, Fang Qi was the first to bear the brunt, holding a long sword in his hand.
His face was pale, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his eyes were dark, as if he was a lonely boat in the storm, and he would succumb to boundless fear at any time.
But his performance was far from satisfactory to Akentu. The Lord of Purgatory probably did not expect that anyone could stand under his pressure. He roared: "Mortal, kneel down!
"
Fang Qi seemed to be carrying an unbearable weight. Although he gritted his teeth, his stature shrunk and his knees slowly bent.
How could this genius from the Gui Che lineage be willing to accept this? He roared angrily and thrust the Yulong Holy Sword in his hand into the ground. The blade creaked and creaked as it penetrated inch by inch under the floor of the temple.
Seeing Fang Qi, he was about to reach his knees to the ground in humiliation, but at this moment, a clear voice that seemed unaffected by the devil's power rang out:
"Burning Dusk, Lord of Purgatory Arkanto, great demon king, it seems that thousands of years of imprisonment haven't taught you enough lessons?"
Hearing this sound, at least three people present were shaken.
The first was Lute. The little elf seemed to think that he was hearing hallucinations, so he quickly opened Lian's hood and stuck out his little head to look around.
Then came Lian's sister. When the little girl heard this voice, she paused slightly.
The last one is of course the Demon King Arkantu.
The pressure in the space suddenly disappeared.
"Who is it?" The Demon King roared angrily. The voice burning with raging anger actually shook the entire space to tremble.
Thousands of years ago, it was defeated by the Min'er people in a war to invade the ground, and was subsequently imprisoned by the Buga people for several eras. This was the biggest stain in its life, and it has still not been cleansed. Not to mention the Mithril Society's prison.
, it is still imprisoning its body, making it unable to escape.
It is foreseeable that even if it successfully escapes from captivity and returns to the scorching purgatory with the help of its return at dusk, it will never be as prosperous as it was thousands of years ago. The title of Lord of Purgatory and King of Demons has long been like
The gravel in the wind disappeared in the ridicule.
This stain is its biggest pain. At this moment, someone dares to sprinkle salt on its wound. Even the string of respectful taboos before this sentence are so harsh to its ears.
It raised its head and looked forward, only to see that six people could still stand in this small and cramped space.
Naturally, the first one to bear the brunt was the small and humble human being. He was almost about to succumb to its demonic power just now. However, as soon as its power was withdrawn, the man had already regained his breath, holding a sapphire-colored sword in his hand.
He looked at it breathlessly, with fear and hatred in his eyes.
The other one seemed to be a woman, holding one hand on the pillar, frowning and looking uncomfortable. When Akentu saw this woman, he was slightly startled. He vaguely felt that the breath of the other person was familiar, but for a moment
However, he couldn't tell where he had seen the other person. After all, he had been imprisoned for thousands of years, and the memory in his mind was already in chaos.
Behind it were two people, an old man and a young man. It recognized them as two eastern races. These people came from Aratu. Their homeland was completely destroyed by dusk in the first war. The survivors were scattered everywhere, and their
Although the ancestors were strong, these people were not in Akentu's eyes at the moment.
In a sense, demons are an immortal race, because they are minions of dusk. When their bodies fall, their wills will be reborn in chaos, and their personalities, preferences and habits will be annihilated, but inheritance and
The memory remains the same.
As the king of demons, Arkanto has quite a lot of secrets in his memory. Although it is not complete, it can remind him of things from many eras ago.
Its fire-breathing gaze fell on the last two people, one of whom was still a human woman. What made it a little strange was that that woman actually had the aura of its own kind. It was for this reason that the other party could ignore its power.
Of course, Arkentu didn't understand that the person it saw was Delphine. The prime minister's daughter had once bathed in the polluted fountain of life. She was stained with the breath of the demon masters. How could she be affected by a mere demon?
Influenced by the king's power.
Of course, Delphine didn't know it. She had never personally experienced the pressure of a superior demon, and for a moment she was a little confused by the hard support shown by others present.
The last person Arkento glanced at was naturally Brando.
Brando placed his left hand on the hilt of the Holy Sword Odyssey, with the tip of the sword stationary. When the Demon King glanced at him, he took off his hood with his right hand, revealing a rather young face.
Come.
"Mr. Brando!"
The little goblin jumped up immediately. It jumped from Lian's shoulder, jumped down, came to the floor, waved to Brando repeatedly and said: "Mr. Brando, it's me, I'm Root, I'm
it's here!"
Brando had naturally seen him a long time ago and nodded to him, although he was still a little strange in his heart as to why the little goblin was here.
As for the two sisters, the elder sister had obviously recognized him, but she held her sister's hand again and did not speak.
Brando's attention swept across the three of them, and then returned to the Demon King Arkanto.
"Before you die, I have only one question," Brando said one word at a time, and his voice seemed to have suddenly cooled down: "Where did the earrings on your hand come from?"
When Brando asked this question, he raised his head and pierced Akentu's eyes with bright eyes. The Lord of Purgatory only felt a coldness all over his body, as if he was locked by two sharp swords, making his heart skip a beat.
Surprised, I subconsciously had the mentality of giving in.
But it immediately realized how the mighty demon king could shrink in front of a mortal. He shook his head, raised the earring in his paw and smiled coldly: "You mean this? It seems like you know that female too."
Dragon, just in time, I will send you to meet your god together."
"Did you kill her?"
"So what?" the Demon King sneered, as if he was enjoying the anger of his opponent, drawing nutrients from the despair, hatred and rage of mortals. This is the instinct of the devil: "That damn female dragon is meant for the great.
The sacrifice I prepared, I have to say that my men did a good job this time. I enjoyed slitting her throat and listening to her wailing and the sound of blood flowing. The golden blood is undoubtedly the best gift.
"
Arkentu proudly enjoyed the anger in the heart of the human being in front of him. What surprised him was that this human being's heart and will were very tenacious, and the power transmitted from the other person's anger was greater than that of ordinary humans.
A thousand times more powerful.
This increase in power almost makes it feel so comfortable that it is about to ejaculate. Oh my god, I didn’t expect that after just a few thousand years of not waking up, the human world would already have such a powerful being with will and soul power, but the more powerful the soul power is.
, the negative emotions generated by these people when they fall are even more shocking.
If this person can be induced to fall, there will be one more demon king in the Scorched Hell, and it, Arkentu, the Lord of Purgatory, will also return to the pinnacle of the demon world.
Arkentu was so pleasantly surprised that he did not expect to encounter such a great gift just after he returned to the world. He looked at Brando with even more surprise, while continuing to use words to lure this guy into being fooled.
"Mr. Brando, that demon..." Ling suddenly screamed, but before she could finish her words, she was swept away by the Demon King with a wave of his hand, hit the wall heavily, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
, his little head tilted, he slightly raised his heavy eyelids and looked at everyone absentmindedly, then looked at his sister, and then lay down softly.
"Shut up, you damn little bastard!" Akentu snorted coldly.
"elder sister!"
Lian screamed at the top of her lungs, ran over like crazy and threw herself on her sister's little body covered in blood, crying loudly.
"Damn you!" Little Goblin Lute didn't expect that the devil would suddenly take action, and his hair stood on end with anger. He pulled out his sword and was about to attack Akentu, but as soon as he moved, he felt that his body was imprisoned.
Half empty.
"Bu, Mr. Brando..."
Akentu was completely unaware of this scene, and sneered triumphantly: "I know, you know this little girl, but it's a pity that the power of mortals is too humble. You can't save her, nor can you save that little girl."
Poor female dragon"
Its words suddenly stopped.
Because Brando raised the sword in his hand.
The tip of the sword shone brightly, and Akentu seemed to see a strange scene. Time passed, and everything was returning to its original position in a strange trajectory. The little fairy Lute struggled to 'fly' back to Lian's shoulder.
, the crying little girl also found herself standing back to her original position, and her sister was holding her hand, looking at the wound on her chest with some confusion. But besides the blood stains, was there any scar at all?
Huanghuo, Delphine, and Mr. Liu all looked at this scene in shock. Cause and effect were reversed, time passed... What kind of law is this?
After only a moment of trance, the demon king Arkanto heard a gurgling sound in the air. He raised his head and found that the floating air in the chapel had solidified, forming a white mist, which then turned into ice particles and fell.
, a piece of white frost was climbing up along the pillars in the hall. The low-lying areas in the hall where there was water immediately froze, and the ice surface creaked, and then made a sound of breaking apart.
