The Amber Sword

“No,” Frofa replied coldly, "you better not be playing tricks, or you're definitely not just going to face our anger. ”

“Oh,” Arkentu chuckled unexpectedly: “Of course, Miss Frofa, the king has defeated Koh, and in our demonic world everything is about strength. Now that you represent the will of the Supreme Master, I also have to submit to you, which seems to us to be no big deal. ”

“Hmm.” Florfa said of Arkentu, whether or not he was stupid enough to trust each other that much. She didn't let go of her guard at all, but she also approached Fanqi a few steps, intending to try to carry him into the stalemate first, as promised.

“You stay here, Arkentu,” she said, “that man will soon find this place, and you must stop him, as Lord Dusk Dragon commands. ”

“I understand...”

“You better really understand that by the time this is over, the grownups will consider your seal. ”

“… you have to understand that you and I are given our lives by adults, which is not worth mentioning at all to adults, and the seal here surrounds the stagnation boundary, when the stagnation boundary is in the hands of adults, do you think the seal itself will be secure? ”

Arkentu's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly: "Ah, of course I understand that. I owe it to you, Miss Frofa. I'll give that damn human being a good look, but I'm afraid I'm not his opponent. After all, most of my strength is now held back by seals...”

“It's okay,” Frofa glanced at the guy: “All you have to do is‘ do your best ’.” She has deliberately intensified her pronunciation of several words to the best of her ability.

Of course, Frofa had no expectation that this demon lord would really do his best, and for these selfish and sly creatures, it was almost estimated that they could create a little trouble for that human being.

Of course, that's enough for her.

Sure enough, Arkentu promised without a word, but obviously there was no sincere divinity between the faces of either of them. Frofa knew exactly what they were thinking, and after confirming that they were at least afraid to play tricks on the master's plan, he walked with others to the crystal ball in the middle of the valley.

As this high-ranking demon lord said, the entrance to the Stagnant Realm certainly did not exclude them as before, and Frofa slowly approached the beautiful sphere suspended in the middle of the sky, carefully placing his hands on it.

But then nothing happened, and she only felt the cold temperatures coming from her palms.

“Bring him here. ”

She gave orders to her companions.

Immediately someone dragged a wood-like archie over, and the tall dragon clan —— who looked like a member of the Blue Dragon or Blue Dragon Pulse -- dragged Archie's right hand and pressed it against the crystal ball.

And it was at this moment that the miracle happened.

The whole crystal sphere suspended in the middle of the sky clearly became bright, and the scene that had originally appeared in the crystal sphere emerged, suspended outside the crystal sphere - and Archie's hand, passing through these scenes at this moment, disappeared at the other end.

“This is the portal, yes.” The blue dragon nodded at Frofa.

“Take his hand back. ”

Blue Dragon did as he said, then looked up at the change in the crystal ball, and after confirming that nothing had changed, he said, “The portal is in a state of maintenance. ”

“You go in first, Hadziloa, and if you can come back, we'll wait for you for five minutes. ”

“This should be a one-way portal, and its exit should not be here, Frofa. ”

“It's okay,” Frofa replied unexpectedly. “For insurance reasons. ”

Blue Dragon nodded and jumped straight into the portal on the surface of the crystal ball, and the view of the surface of the crystal ball shook for a while before returning to calm.

“Can you come back, Haziloa?” Frofa asked.

But the other end of the crystal ball is obviously unresponsive.

“What's going on? ”

Frofa looked back at Arkentu and the Lord of Purgatory responded only with a smile.

“As you can see, Miss Frofa, this is a one-way portal. I'm sure you dragons know these laws better than we do. You can't expect voices to penetrate the distance between the two sides. Only legal persons who don't understand the principle of time and space will think that the portals are only a few millimeters away. ”

Frofa knew she wouldn't get a real answer, but she also understood that at the moment, she had no choice but to believe in this abominable 'alliance’.

At least she understands that they dare not betray their common master.

She turned her eyes and entered the portal.

Akentu watched the last dragon enter the portal silently, and only when he was convinced that no outsider existed in the valley did this demon lord breathe a long breath.

“Stupid lizard,” he grinned, revealing a strange smile: “Leaving me, you think you can go into stagnation alone? What a delusion. Happy journey! ”

Say it, the high-ranking demon looked around carefully, as if he feared that his words would be leaked, and then the split up gradually disappeared into the valley.

……

Brando looked at the corpses that fell in front of him - they were wearing typical black missionary robes, embroidered red rolled edges at the cuffs and corners of the robes, and sheep's neck pins at the collar - and it was clear that these were sheep's leaders, not ordinary followers, who belonged to the core of this sect and were the upper ecclesiastical figures.

Here, in a valley stacked with hundreds of Sheep's Head bodies at the bottom of the valley, Phoenix Fire and Mr. Liu discovered several traces of the sacrifice ceremony, which was a mess and a river of blood.

Obviously, most of these people died of suicide: sheep heads slanted the knife blade into the heart with a shaped dagger, and the venom on the blade would keep them awake until their nerve venom dried out, of which mortals were said to experience the most terrible pain in the world.

Pain is the nourishment of the devil, just as fear and remorse accompany it. Only such a method of death can maximize the significance of the Living Festival, a ‘noble’ act of martyrdom in the core doctrine of the chief sheep.

Brando understands, however, that such martyrdom often rarely occurs in the upper ecclesiastical hierarchy, because even demons need powerful aides, and of course they cannot make their hard-earned hearts and minds a sacrifice of live festivals.

Regardless of whether they are black firemen, sheep leaders or silver snakes operating in the southern part of the White Mountains, there is no shortage of middle- and lower-level followers of the devil, as well as innocent lives plundered by them, who always have live sacrifices.

But there is always an exception, and when the devil needs it, even the highest levels of the sheep are willing to sacrifice their lives for their masters.

Like right now.

Brando does not have time to stay here for long, but he can see, within sight, that almost all of the upper and middle ranks of the sheep who died here - these should be the sheep who Arkentu brought here, and it seems that the Lord of Purgatory urgently needs to use the sacrifice of life to gain strength, even at the expense of his own people.

“Did you find him alive?” He turned to the Prime Minister, who had come from afar, and said: "No one can be martyred in such a massive sacrifice, and there will always be some who will stay to check if there are fishermen in the water and to execute those cowards who have no courage. And the ceremonialist can't be dead, they must be nearby. ”

“It's hard," Aloz answered sideways, "these people may have gone a long way, and if Frofa walks by here, they're unlikely to stay alive. ”

“Miss Frofa, they should have swept through the valley from the sky. The valley was concealed by magic. Without paying attention, it would be difficult to find another Xuan machine below," replied Brando. “There are only dead people here, the most sensitive to the smell and smell of dead people is Madara's dead spirit, but there are no dead spirits here, only living creatures can attract their attention easily. ”

Aloz shut her mouth when she heard the rumors, and she understood Brando was right that if they weren't to rely on Delphine to find their way, they would have to travel between the valleys, otherwise they wouldn't have found this valley.

Arkentu's intention was clearly to lay the scene of a Easter ritual on this road after all.

“I think we should catch up quickly,” said Little Mother Dragon with some anxiety, "instead of looking here for a reason, Arkentu may be able to use these people to create the mind-fog that deceived us, didn't you also say, Brando, that demons create mind-fog that requires the power of the Live Festival? ”

“But not so much,” replied Brando. "With so many high-ranking believers sacrificed, I wonder why it urgently needs so much power. ”

“That's why we should be faster,” Aloz frowned. "Otherwise, I wonder if that fancy guy could see us alive. ”

Brando shook his head silently.

He slowly crossed the sea between the dead mountains and looked across the valley. He felt it wasn't that simple from the start, and at this moment it got stronger, and a good gamer always instinctively believed in his instincts, and so did he naturally.

Not to mention the experience of elemental boundaries and the strange whereabouts of Arkentu, which this demon clearly attempts to do otherwise.

……