The Amber Sword

As soon as Akentu's splinter arrived in the lobby, the space shook, and the stone columns that supported the lobby creaked and swayed, and the sand fell, as if the small space could collapse at any moment because it could not withstand enormous pressure.

It spreads across all sides, adding to the list of fanatical believers, claiming to glorify the burning twilight, the master of purgatory, and the fame of the devil's king. In front of Akentu, Fanqi was the first to strike, holding a long sword, his face was white, his forehead was sweaty, his eyes were even darker, like a leafy boat in a storm, he would always succumb to endless fear.

But his performance was far from satisfactory to Arkentu, and the Lord of Purgatory probably didn't expect anyone to be able to stand under his own pressure, and he growled: "Mortal, kneel down! ”

Fanchey was carrying an unbearable weight, and although he bit his teeth tight, his body was short and his knees slowly bent.

The genius of this haunted car could not be willing, he yelled, with the jade sword in his hand into the ground, the sword blade creaking, actually penetrated under the basilica floor by inches.

It was on his knees humiliating to see Rookie, but it was at this time that a bright voice rang as if it had been completely unaffected by demonic power:

“The burning twilight, Arkentu, the Lord of Purgatory, the Great King of Demons, it seems that thousands of years of incarceration have not taught you enough lessons? ”

At least three people in the room were struck by the sound.

First of all, Ruth, the fairy seemed to think she had created a hallucination, hurriedly lifted Lotus's hood, and probed her little head to tour the left and right.

And then Lotus's sister, the little girl, heard the voice and she was slightly sick.

And finally, of course, Arkentu, the devil's king.

The pressure in the space is sudden.

“Who is it?” The demon king roared, and the sound of the bears' fury shook up the space.

The biggest stain of its life, which was defeated thousands of years ago by the Minors in the war that invaded the ground and then imprisoned by the Buga, remains unclean. Not to mention the cage of the Secret Silver Society, which is still imprisoned by its very essence, keeps it from getting out of trouble.

It is foreseeable that even if it succeeds in escaping from jail and returning to Coffee Heat Purgatory with the return of dusk, it will never be as scenic as it was thousands of years ago, when the name of the Lord of Purgatory, the King of Demons, was long like gravel in the wind and vanished in irony.

This stain is its greatest pain, and at this moment someone dared to sprinkle salt on its wound, even the array of reverences that preceded this sentence, which sounded so harsh.

It raised its head and looked forward, but in this tiny * * space, six people were still able to stand.

The first to strike nature was that tiny, humble human being, who almost had to give in under its demonic power, but now that its power had come to pass, the man had come to his breath with a long sword of blue jade and looked at it with a gasp, his eyes filled with scorn and resentment.

And the other one looks like a woman, holding the column with one hand, frowning and looking uncomfortable. When Arkentu saw this woman, he felt a slight surprise in his heart. He felt a little familiar with each other's breath, but for a moment he could not tell where he had seen each other. After all, he had been imprisoned for thousands of years, and the memory in his brain had long been confused.

Behind it were two people, one after the other, who recognized that they were two Oriental races, coming from Aratu, whose homeland had been completely destroyed at dusk in the first war, and whose ancestors, though strong, were not in the eyes of Arkentu at the moment.

In a sense, demons are an immortal race, because they are dusk claw teeth, and when their own bodies descend, their will is reborn in chaos, and their personalities, preferences and habits are extinguished, but inheritance and memory go hand in hand.

As the devil's king, Arkentu has quite a few secrets in his memory that, though incomplete, remind him of things dating back many times.

Its eyes on the last two people, one of whom is still a human woman, make it a little strange that the woman actually has her own kind of breath, which is why the other person can ignore her own power.

Of course, Arkentu does not understand that what it sees is Delphine, the Prime Minister, Miss Thousand Kings, who once bathed in the fountain of contaminated life. She has the smell of the devils' masters. How can she be affected by the threat of a demon king in the district?

Delphine, of course, did not know herself that she had not personally experienced the repression of the superior demons, and there was some doubt at one time about the performance of the painful support of others present.

The last person to look at Arkentu is naturally Brando.

Brando pressed his left hand over the handle of the Holy Sword Orphis's sword at the tip of the sword, and when the eyes of the devil's king swept towards him, he opened his hood with his right hand in his spare time, revealing a fairly young face.

“Mr. Brando! ”

The leprechaun jumped up in a flash, jumped from the shoulder of the lotus, jumped to the floor, waved at Brando continuously: "Mr. Brando, it's me, it's Ruth, I'm here! ”

Brando naturally saw him a long time ago and nodded at him, although it was a little strange in his heart why the fairy was in this place.

As for the two sisters, she obviously recognized him, but she regained her sister's hand and did not say anything.

Brando's attention swept past the three before returning to Arkentu, the Demon King.

“Before you die, I only have one question,” Brando said, one word at a time, as if the voice had cooled down suddenly: "The earrings on your hands, coming from — where — and? ”

When Brando asked the question, he raised his head and glanced straight into Arkentu's eyes. The Lord of Purgatory felt only cold, as if he had been locked by two swords, shocking him, and his subconscious mind had actually created a retreat.

But it immediately reacted, how could the king of the devil himself retreat in front of a mortal, dump his head, and lift the earring in his paw and grin coldly: "You mean this? Looks like you know the dragon, too, and I'm sending you to see your god together. ”

“You killed her? ”

“So what?” The devil's king sneered, as if he enjoyed the wrath of his opponents very much, drawing nutrients from the despair, hatred and fury of mortals, which was the devil's instinct: “That damned dragon was a sacrifice for the great me, and I must say that my men did well this time, and I enjoyed slitting her throat, listening to her cry and blood flowing, the golden blood, undoubtedly the best gift--”

Arkentu enjoyed with pride the anger in the human heart before him, and it was astonished that the human heart and will were so resilient that the power transmitted from the anger of the other was a thousand times more powerful than that of ordinary humans.

This increase in power almost makes it comfortable * * out, for God's sake, I had no idea that without awakening for thousands of years, the human world would have such a powerful presence of the will and the power of the soul, but the stronger the power of the soul, the more astonishing the negative emotions that these people generate when they fall.

If this person can be corrupted, there will be an extra demon king in Cozy Hell, and it, Arkentu, the Lord of Purgatory, will return to the peak of the demonic world.

The surprise in Arkentu's heart was so unexpected that it came across such a gift when it returned to the world that it looked more and more surprised at Brando as he continued to seduce this guy with words.

“Mr. Brando, the demon it--” Ling suddenly screamed, but before she finished her speech, she was swept out by the demon king, hit the wall heavily, vomited a breath of blood, her little head twisted, lifted up her heavy eyelids slightly, looked at the crowd, looked at her sister again, and lay down softly.

“Shut up, damn little * *!” Arkentu snorted.

“Sis! ”

Lotus screamed hard and ran over her sister's little body filled with blood. Wow, she cried.

“You fucking--" Little Fairy Ruth didn't expect the devil to strike out of nowhere, furrowed, ready to strike Arkentu with his sword out, but just as soon as he left, he felt trapped in the middle of nowhere.

“Mr. Brando…”

Arkentu didn't know anything about the scene, and he smiled proudly: “I know, you know this little girl, but the power of a mortal is so humble, you can't save her, you can't save that poor dragon ——”

Suddenly its words ceased.

Because Brando raised the sword in his hand.

The tip of the sword flashed, Arkentu seemed to see a scene, time passed, everything was returning to its place in a strange trajectory, the fairy Ruth struggled to ‘fly' back to Lotus's shoulder, the little girl crying also found herself standing back in position, and her sister was holding her hand, looking somewhat confused at at at at at at at at at at the wound on her chest - but there was a spot of wound there besides the bloodstain?

Phoenix Fire, Delphine, and Mr. Liu all looked at the scene in shock, causally inverted, and time passed... What kind of law is this?

Only a moment of trance, King Arkentu heard the roaring sound in the air, and he raised his head and found that the floating air in the chapel actually cured vividly, forming a white mist, which then fell into ice grain sand, and a white frost was climbing up the columns in the lobby, where the water was accumulating in the lowland instantly froze, and the ice creaked and then made a cracking sound.

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