Vol 6 Chapter 264

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 haven't 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 Lian's 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 king's 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 person's 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 didn't 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 king's might.

Of course, Delphin didn't 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 Argentu's gaze was naturally Brando.

Brando's 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. Brando!"

The leprechaun jumped up. It leapt from Lian's shoulder, jumped down, came to the floor, and waved at Brando again and again: "Mr. Brando, it's me, I'm Rutter, I it's here!"

Brando 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 sister's hand again and did not speak.

Brando's attention swept across the trio before returning to the demon king Arkanto.

"Before you die, I have only one question," Brando said openly, his voice chilling out suddenly: "The earrings on your hands, where did you come from?"

When Brando asked this question, he raised his head and pierced his eyes brightly into Arkento's 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, I'll send you to meet your god. "

"You killed her?"

"So what?" The Demon King sneered, as if enjoying the anger of his opponents, drawing nutrients from mortal despair, hatred, and fury. This is the demon's instinct: "The **** mother dragon was meant to be great. The offerings I prepared, I have to say that this time my men did a good job, I enjoyed cutting her throat, listening to the sound of her wailing and blood flowing, golden blood is undoubtedly the best gift "

Arkanto is proud to enjoy the anger in the human heart in front of him, and it is very surprised that this human heart and will is very tough. The power transmitted from the anger of the other person is also greater than that of ordinary humans. Thousands of times stronger.

The increase of this power almost makes it comfortable to come out soon. Oh my god, I did not expect that after thousands of years without waking up, the human world has such a powerful existence of will and soul power, but the more powerful the soul power The more negative emotions these people have when they fall.

If this person could lead to the fall of this person, an additional Demon King would come from the scorching hell, and it, Arkento, the Lord of Purgatory, would return to the peak of the demon world.

Arkanto was so surprised that he did not expect to return to the world and encountered such a great gift. It looked at Brando with more surprise while continuing to seduce the guy with words.

"Mr. Brando, that demon" Ling suddenly screamed, but before she finished speaking, she was swept away by a wave of the demon king, hit him against the wall, and spit out blood. A little head crooked, his heavy eyelids were lifted slightly, and he looked at the crowd with a disappointment, then looked at his sister, and then lay down softly.

"Shut up, **** little **!" Arkanto snorted.

"sister!"

Lotus screamed with a sigh of exhaustion, ran madly and rushed over her sister's **** body, and wow cried.

"You **** it" the little fairy Ruth did not expect that the demon would suddenly shoot, angry and upright. He pulled out his sword and was ready to shoot at Arkento, but just as soon as he started, he felt his body locked up. Midair.

"Mr. Brando ..."

Arkento was unaware of the scene and sneered proudly: "I know, you know this little girl, but unfortunately the power of mortals is too humble. You can't save her, you can't save that one. Poor mother dragon "

Its words suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Because Brando held up his sword.

The sword tip shone, and Arkento seemed to see a spectacle. As time passed, everything was returning to its original position in a weird trajectory. The little fairy Ruth struggled to 'fly' back to Lian's shoulder. The little girl who was crying also found herself back in place, and her sister was holding her hand, looking at the wound on her chest with a little doubt, except for blood stains, there were a few scars there?

Phoenix Fire, Delphien, and Mr. Liu all looked at this scene in shock. The cause and effect were inverted, and time passed ... What is this law?

Only for a moment, the demon king Arkento heard a gurgling sound in the air. He raised his head and found that the floating air in the chapel had solidified and formed a white mist, and then fell into ice and sand. A piece of hoarfrost was climbing up the pillars in the hall, and the low-lying part of the hall was immediately frozen with ice, the ice surface creaked, and then it cracked.

…… (To be continued.)