Chapter 377

It was an old man, an old man who looked dying and should have been dying on the hospital bed.

A ragged gray robe with air leakage on all sides, messy to the point that there are only a few miserable white hair, yellow pupils, wrinkled and loose skin like a living dead man, old age spots on his forehead, and relying on a rotten wooden stick to keep the body from falling down immediately.

At first glance, at least a hundred years old.

From head to toe, Loren could not feel the slightest threat from each other; On the contrary, it is a miracle that the almost dead body can still stand!

But on the wrist of the other party's right hand, there is a black skeleton Rune

It's definitely not painted or tattooed. Loren knows this better than anyone - because he has a similar "snake Rune" left by a malicious teenager.

Signs from evil gods

The black haired wizard with tight heart strings narrowed his pupils into a seam, and the bright silver in his hand spewed out a gray blue flame.

The wrinkled corners of the old man's mouth showed a slight radian, his yellow eyes looked at the three people slowly, and said with the sound of vicissitudes like an abyss:

"No offense, my name is faoda, with your name and expression

I am the great... The humble servant of the dead;

An evil god apostle hated, hated and feared by the world represents the great "dead man" to three... Fresh lives

Sincere greetings! "

The old man spoke very slowly, so gently that he could speak every syllable and every character clearly.

But in an instant, the frightened three even felt that their hearts seemed to pause for a moment.

The grey pupil boy almost widened his eyes for the first time, and his exquisite face was full of fear. He stared at the old man's face in shock:

"Faoda... The legendary 'Apostle of death' faoda?!"

"Did... The living creatures in the world give the old man a second title?" the old man slowly opened his mouth, and his expression was like somniloquy:

"It's really... Frightening the old man."

"You should be dead!"

Unable to control the fear at the bottom of his heart, Lucian roared directly and gasped: "just a few decades ago, when the ninth demon invasion, you had been beheaded by his majesty Eckhart II, didn't you?!"

"Although I don't know the specific process, it's obviously not so, right?" quietly pressed the gray pupil boy's shoulder, the calm black haired wizard walked forward slowly, and the bright silver of his left hand hung in front of his feet:

"Otherwise, how can you stand in front of us and talk with our three... Fresh lives?"

"Oh..." with a slight sigh, faoda's voice was still cold: "sharp words, it seems that he is a talkative little gentleman."

"I really don't deserve to accept it." the black haired wizard showed a formulaic smile:

"I don't know what can I do for you, your esteemed highness fa'auda, after a long journey here? Please don't hesitate to tell me."

"It's simple."

The old "death apostle" spoke softly, and his voice was as cold as the cold wind:

"Tell me where niederhogg's entrance is;

Then please... Forever

Sleep here! "

Almost at the same time, dozens of slow-moving figures appeared in front of the three people - rotten corpse demons holding ice crystal shields and spears, arranged in an orderly formation, and echoed on the top of the snow mountain like the hissing sound of ice crack.

Surrounded.

"Hey... Isn't that right?"

Isaac, hiding behind them, couldn't help opening his mouth and glanced at each other with fear: "don't ordinary bridge sections just tell villains secrets, and then they can live on, barabara and so on..."

The sneering old man didn't answer him, and the rotten corpse demons were approaching slowly.

Holding the double swords, Ruth enqiang calmly looked at the surrounding demons, while Loren's eyes did not leave the old man from beginning to end.

He claimed to be the apostle of the "dead", if he remembered correctly

"Lemantes... That disgusting, cheap and extremely difficult guy." the words of a young man suddenly echoed in the mind of the black haired wizard, with an indescribable disgust in his tone:

"What a surprise... This guy who has been damned ten thousand times can still survive until now?"

Immediately aware of what, Lauren did not change his face, but slightly tilted his mouth: "your 'acquaintance'?"

"If knowing is an 'acquaintance', then dear Loren is indeed like this - you know that there are no concepts of time and space in the void, and any new 'existence' will be known immediately, so we are very familiar with each other."

Even if he couldn't see it, the dark haired wizard could imagine Asriel's expression now:

"But even in the most disgusting group, lymantus... Oh, you call this guy the 'dead'? It's the most unreasonable and disgusting existence from head to toe!"

"Unreasonable aesthetics, artificial awkward words, strange thinking arc... In contrast, most guys who are keen on killing and blood sacrifice are 10000 times more simple and lovely than lemantes!"

"But..." just this pause, the black haired wizard could feel some helplessness in Asriel's tone:

"Lemantes, the 'dead man' in your mouth is indeed a very terrible existence; dear Loren, I suggest you not be targeted by it at least for the moment."

"Better than you and mazka?" Lauren raised his eyebrows.

"Now, even if mazka comes completely, you have a chance to fight with the power of 'valve'; but lemantes..." the boy sighed softly:

"It's a pity... That disgusting guy can't even give you a chance to commit suicide - playing, ravaging, killing, humiliating... It's absolutely impossible to stop before you humbly pray for his end."

I see... With his lips tightly closed, the black haired wizard's eyes gradually became dignified.

"What do you want to do?" Lucian came up slightly and looked around calmly: "the evil god apostle of the invasion is here; kill it, and the demon invasion will be ended!"

Loren could hear that the heartstrings of the grey pupil boy had tightened to the limit, and it was unrealistic to want him to keep calm - of course, no one could imagine that things would be like this.

"Before we kill it, we have to find a way to retreat safely from here." Lauren, who calmly observed the surroundings and spoke slowly, whispered:

"And I don't think an evil apostle should be killed so easily."

The pale Lucian nodded slightly, and his eyes kept sweeping away from the approaching rotten corpse devil.

"May the whispering be over, dear living beings?" the indifferent faoda staggered forward with a crutch:

"I'm waiting for your final answer - for the sake of the great dead, I can let you choose your own way of death."

"Please cherish it, because it is a privilege that many poor creatures can't expect!"

"There are twenty-six rotten corpse demons in total, and at least seven will directly stop us at the moment of attack." Loren calmly opened his mouth, and his dark pupils glittered with strange luster:

"Although the probability is probably very small, I can get you a chance."

"Success is certainly the best; but if we fail... We have to be ready to retreat."

The grey pupil boy nodded, and his rapid breathing made him blush.

Isaac, who was always hiding behind, was thinking about something. His eyes kept moving back and forth between the old man and the tombstone on his side, as if he was making a very important decision.

"Is it a recent custom of the southern Empire to let an old man wait for a long time?" faoda stepped forward slowly, out of breath, but it gave people incomparable pressure:

"It may be all right if you are old, but the great 'dead' can't wait any longer - creatures, you have made a decision..."

"The old man will let the rotten corpse devil tear you apart!"

At the moment of voice, the palm of Loren's left hand suddenly crushed the red Rune!

"Turin fire" --!