Chapter 382

The place where the first ray of golden sunshine shines is the holy mountain.

At this moment, the holy mountain is haunted by the aperture, which is more sacred. The kulakuka people at the foot of the mountain all knelt down on the ground and folded their hands to pray for the family.

At the temple on the top of the mountain, the hymn sounded.

The hummingbird knight in the sky is wandering constantly, sprinkling white flower rain from time to time, adding a bit of holy meaning to the ceremony.

When the sun shines on the altar, the surrounding groups of singers come forward and stand every few meters to surround the huge altar.

At this time, in the temple on the top of the mountain, a row of priests in white robes and Phnom Penh came out. The leader was the only bald old man with white beard in red robes.

"Welcome your Excellency the high priest!" Extending all the way from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, they made a consistent sound.

The bald and white bearded old man hobbled to the terrace in front of the top of the mountain and faced the dense people at the foot of the mountain. His expression was solemn and compassionate.

"I wish my family Changning." The first word of the high priest was to the people at the foot of the mountain. Then, we began today's ceremony speech: "mankind's war nearly wiped out our family; it is the master of the holy castle, which has given us a thousand years of survival... The existence of the ceremony is to pay tribute to the master of the holy castle."

While the high priest was talking, the shadow hiding on a tall tree suddenly said, "the old man has a strong energy response, but he is still a mortal."

Angel also found that "living near the source of law for a long time, even mortals can be infected with divinity."

"Mortals know nothing about power, so they can resist the temptation of law. However, Isabel is also a bad interest. She builds a temple here to make countless kulakuka people come here to worship every year. They don't know that what they worship is actually the soul fragments of their ancestors that will be swallowed up."

"It's ironic, but... I always think Isabel shouldn't do such a thing because of bad taste. There may be another reason." It is a strange thing to let mortals garrison the source of law. Angel felt in his heart that a level 3 wizard who stepped into the road of true knowledge should not be able to do such boring things.

"Well, that's it? The old man is good. He doesn't have the lengthy talk of other gods G. I thought he would sing praises for hours." The shadow's attention has been focused on the temple. The high priest's speech signaled the beginning of the sacrifice in less than a minute. "However, for a large-scale sacrifice, such an opening speech looks a little perfunctory."

In angel's vision, although the high priest's expression was solemn and full of respect for the holy castle, his eyes were full of complex emotions and unclear.

"Do you think the high priest knows siblock's magic power array?" Angel asked suddenly.

"I don't know." After a pause, the shadow suddenly smiled and said, "but if he knows, it's really interesting to say these high sounding words in front of all the people."

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When the high priest announced the beginning of the sacrifice, a circle of singers on the edge of the altar began to sing hymns one after another.

A group of armored guards, carrying gorgeous stretchers through the crowd, stepped on the central platform on the highest floor of the altar. There was a magic crystal on the stretcher, which was about their height. The four guards worked together to put the magic crystal into the groove in the center of the altar.

When the light shone from the altar, the shadow whispered, "come."

Looking at the familiar wave of the transmission array, angel whispered, "are you sure there will be no official wizard coming?"

Shadow: "no, there is no official wizard without the old witch."

As soon as the voice fell, a small figure appeared in the middle of the transmission array.

Dwarfism is relative to the height of ordinary humans, but for the kulakuka people, the newcomer is still a giant. And she's a giant woman.

Black puffy skirt, black half veil, black long straight hair, pale skin, exquisite cheeks.

Looking from the outside, the visitor was a little girl of twelve or three years old. And angel noticed that the little girl didn't have any extraordinary breath. She looked like an ordinary mortal.

The little girl had always closed her eyes. When the aperture of the transmission array disappeared, she slowly opened her eyes.

The bright red eyes, as soon as they opened, immediately looked at the location of angel and the shadow.

Angel's eyes flashed doubts. If these people were mortals, how could they be found at the first sight? But if she is a wizard apprentice, how powerful is her perception?

"Diablo, who is she?" Angel said.

The shadow didn't reply.

Angel didn't know that where he couldn't see it, the shadow was trembling all over and looking frightened. He pointed to the woman appearing on the altar... "How could... How could she appear here?"

The little girl seemed to feel the mood of the shadow. She gently lifted the corners of her lips at them.

The pink tongue twists and turns slightly on the bright red lips. Like temptation, like bloodthirsty greed.

"Look who this is. Isn't this the puppet little brother Diablo?" With strange laughter, a sharp female voice suddenly penetrated into the spiritual tie between Angel and the shadow.

Originally, angel remained calm, but he was stunned by the sudden sound.

He wouldn't be so surprised if the other party spoke directly, but the other party not only didn't destroy the spiritual tether, but directly forced himself into the spiritual tether, turning the original dialogue between the two sides into a three-party talks. This ability is definitely not what ordinary wizard apprentices can do! Even... Maybe not an apprentice?

"Yi... Lord Isabella, how could you..." the trembling voice of the shadow came from the side of the soul.

Angel looked in the direction of the shadow. Although the shadow was hidden, angel seemed to feel the great fluctuation of his mood.

Isabella? How is the name... So similar to Isabel, the king of twilight? Angel suddenly thought that the shadow seemed to say yesterday that the old witch of the black castle was the apprentice of the king of dusk. Everything was imitating her mentor, even her name

Angel dared not think any more. Just thinking of this, his heart was pounding.

Isn't it true that the adult came?

"I just want to see if you are suitable to be my future husband's Apprentice." Isabella kept smiling strangely, but her voice was still clear. It's like there are two tracks at the same time. Laughter is the background sound, and speech is the main body.

This is a woman with her own background sound.

Angel now dare not say that this is a "little girl", even if her body is small, but at the thought of her possible identity, angel is a little frightened.

"Look at your trembling legs. Are you so afraid of me? Tut tut Tut, I don't think you deserve to be his apprentice." Isabella's strange double track appeared again in the spiritual tie, "this little brother here is quite consistent."

Angel knew that she should be talking about herself.

When he was about to say something, Isabella suddenly sent out an extremely loud voice, and suddenly turned down from the appreciation tone: "however, I hate blondes! Diablo, kill him for me! Kill him, and I will recognize your status!"

"Come on, kill him! Kill him!"

No other voice in the soul can exist, only "kill him" keeps brainwashing.

The shadow's eyes suddenly turned red. He looked at angel, who was invisible on the side, and slowly stretched out his hand. The magic was slowly converging... But at this time, the shadow suddenly screamed, faded from the invisibility of "uneven light and shadow", kept rolling, and even fell heavily from the tree to the ground. His hands covered his heart and couldn't move.

The soul is still saying "kill him", but the shadow is completely preoccupied at this time.

Angel stood on the tree, watching the shadow falling to the ground without saying a word.

There's no suspense. The power of the contract came into play. If the shadow doesn't let go of his obsession to kill him, his heart will burst and die soon.

But Isabella's repeated "killing him" is both like hypnosis and a hint, which makes the shadow completely forget its thinking and only think about how to kill angel. However, under the constraints of the contract, he could not do it at all, but hurt himself.

The shadow was still wailing on the ground, but Angel turned his head and looked at the altar.

"Little girl" Isabella stood at the top of the altar with her lips slightly raised, which was very strange. But what's more strange is that time seems to be frozen at this moment. The singers don't sing anymore, and all the kulakuka people around the altar are fixed.

All the kulakuka people present were solidified at this moment.

Angel looked at Isabella. "Although I don't know why you suddenly said you wanted to kill me, if you really want me to die, you can come here in person."

Isabella didn't speak, still urging the shadow to kill Angel repeatedly.

Angel's eyes flashed: "sure enough, your real body didn't come?"

As the voice fell, angel stretched out his hand, and a wisp of nightmare gas slowly leaked out from his fingers.

With the appearance of nightmare and illusion, the fixed kulakuka people "lived" again, while Isabella standing in the center of the altar showed a surprised expression and slowly broke into pieces.

"The dreamland is excellent, but... After all, it is just a dreamland created by a wisp of consciousness." Angel whispered.

With the disillusionment broken, the kulakuka nationality came alive again, singing poetry and cheering.

The light on the transmission array continued to appear, and a dark shadow gradually appeared, but it was not Isabella's figure just now.

Angel looked at the transmission array, then put his eyes on the shadow on the ground, and he gently snapped his fingers. A dreamland of Wanyin was opened, covering him and the figure of the shadow.

As Isabella's fantasy disappeared, the red eyes of the shadow returned to Qingming again.

The shadow gasped and felt the body with pain. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "I was trapped by the old witch and almost planted here. Thank you very much!"

Angel said calmly, "hypnotize you by your voice. If your subconscious doesn't want to kill me, you shouldn't be caught."

Angel's words embarrassed the shadow. However, he had a thick skin and stood up as if nothing had happened: "cough, did the comer appear?... eh, I was really right. It was Fiona."

"There's no need to change the subject. I don't care what your subconscious thinks. Anyway, just remember to owe me a favor."

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(Panax notoginseng Chinese ET)