Sometimes, the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.
There are still no clues about Blake and the others, and there is also very little news about the Demon King Satan. My mind is becoming more and more confused.
For several nights in a row, I had the same nightmare: all the planets were shrouded in shadows, all kinds of roars and shouts joined together, and black flames burned everything. Sadly, in the face of all this
I was still powerless. All the elves were fighting each other, using the most primitive methods to win. I was imprisoned in a dark cage, and all the miserable scenes could be seen from the only opening, and the strong smell of blood continued.
It irritates me... basically every time I wake up when that strange voice appears.
"You have failed, haven't you? The Demon Realm will eventually regain everything it lost."
I woke up again and quickly sat up. The violently beating heart in my chest had not yet calmed down, but my body was already covered in sweat. Fortunately, every time I opened my eyes, everything I saw was beautiful, peaceful, and warm sunshine.
And the clear spring water can sweep away all my anxieties.
"What happened in the dream will not happen, it will definitely not happen." I said to myself again.
"What? Just you, why do you want to be the savior?" An arrogant and mocking voice sounded in my ears.
Dream...have I not woken up yet? I rubbed my eyes, but the dark power around me reminded me that this was not an illusion, but a real intruder.
A black whirlwind spiraled downward from the sky, and in the center of the storm stood a figure that was somewhat familiar to me.
Silver-white hair, red armor, and that dazzling halberd... Is he Di Lante? I noticed that the armor on his abdomen was somewhat damaged, and there were many scars on his exposed arms. This kind of familiar
The aura gradually overlapped with the image in my mind... It seems that the dark figure who was injured by me when I visited White Star last time was also him.
"What are you doing with this defeated general of yours?" I looked at the wounds on his body and said with a smile, "Is this what you call, healing the scars and forgetting the pain?"
"I was careless last time." Di Lant suddenly showed a look of disgust. He pointed the halberd at me and said: "How could I lose to you? The weakest person in the God of War Alliance! Oh, by the way, I forgot about the God of War Alliance.
It no longer exists."
"Don't mention these four words to me!" I suddenly punched him, and he quickly took a step back to avoid it.
"Oh? Why aren't you laughing?" Di Lante raised his face slightly and said slowly: "Didn't you notice that your little follower is not here today?"
Speaking of which, I did not see Lulu today. I had a gloomy look on my face, and at this moment I just wanted to tear the guy in front of me into pieces.
"Maybe you haven't realized the importance of this little thing to you." Di Lante stretched out his other hand and held up the sleeping Lulu and waved it in front of my eyes.
I still frowned and said nothing, but the emotions in my heart kept brewing.
"Why have you become so silent!" Di Lante smiled slyly: "You must know that no matter what, you will still be the cursed child who will make the elves around you suffer."
"Quantum Extinction Wave!" A beam of energy quickly condensed in the palm of my hand and hit Tirant like a laser cannon.
Tirant didn't seem to expect my attack speed to be so fast. He turned his halberd to block part of the damage, but was still affected by the remaining energy and took more than ten steps back.
In the next few rounds, he was completely unable to hurt me. Instead, he added countless wounds to his body.
"Ahem...if it weren't for my limited power in the mortal realm now, you would have lost as completely as before." Di Lante stared at me fiercely, not forgetting to say such cruel words.
"It's a pity that I'm not as weak as I used to be. You have no chance at all." I took another step closer to him.
After feeling the strong murderous intent, Di Lante brought Lulu out again. He still looked confident: "Don't forget, your weakness is in my hands. If you don't want him to die, just continue."
"
Lulu slept soundly in his hands, feeling no danger at all, and even had a sweet smile on her face.
"Weakness?" I sneered, and my eyes fell on Di Lante again: "What makes you mistakenly think that he is my weakness?"
Dirant didn't seem to expect this reaction from me, and even his hands were trembling for a while.
I kicked him again and gave him another hard blow.
"Aren't you ready to protect him? I didn't expect that after one year, you would become crazy." Di Lante coughed violently, and blood continued to seep out of his mouth.
"Yes, protect him. But what does this have to do with killing you?" I asked coldly: "How do you feel about being defeated by the weakest person?"
"You..." Di Lantou rounded his eyes, but couldn't say anything else.
Lulu shook her head and finally opened her eyes, but what she saw left her speechless.
I twisted Ti Lant's arm, forcibly opened his fingers, and put Lulu on the ground.
"Come on, don't get in the way here." I said quickly.
Even though I tried to soften my tone, Lulu still trembled and ran away as if she had seen a ghost.
"You shouldn't have come here to die." I looked at the embarrassed Di Lant, but my mood was extremely complicated. I remembered that when I had just super evolved, I was beaten by this elf and was unable to fight back. This revenge was originally from that time.
I have secretly memorized it since I started, and now that I can finally step on him, I feel an inexplicable sense of joy.
"It's impossible... No elf can improve so many abilities in a short period of time, not even the elves in the God's Domain." Di Lante shook his head, seeming to be talking to himself.
"Speaking of which, this is all thanks to you." I laughed to myself: "If you hadn't cooperated with the Demon Lord to cause such a cosmic disaster, how could I be like this?"
Tirant stopped talking, and the arrogance and confidence on his face could no longer be seen, but the panic and fear that could not be concealed in his eyes have been firmly remembered by me.
Suddenly, a black light flashed between me and Dirant without any warning. In an instant, the entire space became distorted, everything in front of me was being disrupted and reconstructed, and all the flowers, plants and trees were extremely deformed.
During this time, even my consciousness began to become a little blurry.
An elf wearing silver-white armor suddenly appeared in front of me. His golden eyes stared straight at me, cold, empty, and devoid of any emotion.
His appearance seemed familiar to me, and I suddenly remembered that I had seen him through the eyes of the Muse before, the elf who came out of the depths of hell—Satan...but why his color was different from the one in my memory, and why?
Even the murderous aura has been reduced a lot. I realized that this was just an phantom. I don’t know how he came to White Star in this way. In short, this is the space he constructed, and only the two of us exist.
"Are you Satan? You were the one who sent that inexplicable note saying that you wanted to seek revenge on me?" I directly expressed the question in my mind.
The elf nodded, as if he agreed to the name Satan, and he said: "Revenge is not really about it, it's just a little trial. I just... want to lead all the demon elves to regain everything they lost."
This sentence, as well as this cold and machine-like tone, instantly reminded me of the mysterious voice in my dream. The two were so similar.
"Even so, this should not be a reason for you to invade the mortal realm." I was a little angry.
"In the beginning, the elves in our Demon Realm lived in this part of the Mortal Realm." Satan approached me step by step, but his eyes were full of sadness: "The current Demon Realm is basically a hell-like existence.
, there is no grass growing there, diseases are spreading, and all the elves are miserable."
"However, it was your ancestors who violated the rules set by the divine realm and were expelled to that space." I said.
"I don't care! No elf wants to stay there all his life. The Demon King is like this, and so am I." Satan began to get a little excited, and the armor on his body was trembling slightly: "The Demon King is so stupid, and it is impossible to lose a large number of our members.
He said that he died unexpectedly, and that he would never end up like this after fighting with me all his life."
It turns out that the Demon Lord also came from the Demon Realm, so no wonder he went to such great lengths to summon those portals.
"But now that he is dead, I can really walk out!" Satan's expression became a little scary, and now he was... full of danger compared to before.
"There is absolutely no need for you to tell me this." I interrupted him and said forcefully: "As long as you lead the demon elves to appear, I will definitely intervene."
"Don't say it so harshly." Satan chuckled and said, "The Demon Realm does not only represent our dimension. Elves like you are only one step away from being demonized."
I don’t know why, when he said these words, my body suddenly felt uncomfortable. It seemed that an emotion was infinitely amplified, and it actually resonated with the Satan in front of me.
"Oh, how can those stupid low-level elves understand your efforts? What you want to protect is meaningless at all." Satan's tone contained a hint of guidance and admonition: "The most important thing is to maintain hatred and anger.
You can do greater things with your strength, so don’t waste it."
"Do you still want me to be one of you? Is this the so-called bigger thing?" I asked.
"I didn't say that." Satan waved his hand: "I just think that you and I are the same, in a bottomless dark vortex."
"That's you, not me." I retorted coldly.
"What if the former friends also become enemies?" Satan turned around and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "You'd better think about it slowly."
Before he finished speaking, everything in front of him changed again. Everything returned to normal from the distorted state. It was as if he was in a dream space just now.
Satan disappeared, and Tirante disappeared. Only the blood stains could prove that a battle had indeed taken place here just now.
"I let him run away." I scratched my head irritably, thinking about what Satan just said, and I felt more and more that things were not that simple. I don't know what Satan did. I still feel that something is not right.
It was like there was a sharp thorn stuck in my heart, and the stinging sensation made me almost unable to concentrate.
I didn't expect to be "plotted" by him in this way. The power of this new master of the Demon Realm is indeed unfathomable. Am I not strong enough? In the future... I have to practice harder. I covered my chest and took one step.
I limped to the river, picked up water and sprinkled it on myself, which calmed me down briefly.
The reflection of me in the water is not much different from before. I am just a little thinner, but my limbs are much stronger than before, and my strength has also increased a lot. There is also a hint of ruthlessness and indifference in my sky-blue eyes.
The energy surrounding me is no longer gentle, but full of murderous intent. Even I feel a little strange like this.
"It's the Mountain God...!" A chocolaty passed by and was about to collect fruits. He smiled helplessly: "The Mountain God is in such a good mood today that he has time to come down from the mountain."
"Yeah, it's rare that the weather is so nice." I glanced at the blue sky, turned around and prepared to leave.
"Hey, you're not feeling well?" Chokli seemed to see something, but he still said cautiously: "You need to rest more..."
"Okay, I got it." I turned around and was about to say something, but I saw the chocolate suddenly changed its expression, even threw the small basket aside, and ran away.
At the end, I vaguely heard him shouting: "Lord Mountain God... He has a dark aura about him." (To be continued)