Chapter 231

Cyan hurricanes and dark shadows are intertwined in the broken space. Occasionally, lightning breaking the sky can be seen. It is the flame of the will of the main plane, shining on the thin and diffuse scarlet fog.

Dreus looked up at the giant scarlet snake covering the world and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. He could see clearly that the inverted red pupil was full of contempt and indifference.

To tell the truth, he hated the feeling of being despised. Since he became one of the three member Parliament of trefari, even those near gods in Valoran dare not despise him so much, and even he forgot these weak feelings.

(the power division of the hero alliance universe seems to be seriously polarized, but in fact, there are many researches with traces to follow, including mortals, demigods and gods. For some people, the gap is not so big.)

The broken sky and the huge red snake tail overturn like a mountain. In the illusory space crack, it seems to be slow and fast. It comes to the world with the smell of destroying everything, mixed with indifference to life.

WOW!

Dreus tore off the broken red cloak, and the strong wind triggered by the swing of the snake's tail tore open Guolu's skin and floating cloak. It was covered with blood marks, which was a symbol of glory.

"Demon lord!? let you see the real spirit!"

The scarlet life energy burned like a flame, rendering dreus's body. Then he squatted with his legs bent, and the black cutter lifted upside down and rushed to the falling snake's tail.

[crippling strike]!

The snow-white axe blade bloomed a touch of flame, turned into a substantially transparent blade, danced in dreus's hands, and cut heavily into the scale snake reflecting the cold light.

to be sonorous!

Little cracks appear in the scales, and a trace of almost invisible blood seeps out of the gap. This is the full blow of dreus holding the black cutter, which can achieve results and makes people desperate.

Boom!

Dreus's figure retreated back at a faster speed. The surging anti earthquake force tore the tiger's mouth, and the blood burst was shocking, with white bones faintly visible.

"Ha, that's the feeling. In the face of death and fear, I'm addicted to it." dreus didn't care about the broken wound at the tiger's mouth, clenched the black cutter and rushed fearlessly to the falling red snake tail.

[passive: Armor breaking]!

[passive: Rage]!

The power of the black cutter's feedback made dreus crazy at the moment. The life energy in his burly body burned like a flame and completely wrapped dreus, as if he were a human beast, trapped and bloodthirsty.

[the power of Knox]!

The axe blade danced, and then dreus retreated again. There were thin cracks on Guolu's body, and the thick blood flowed and dyed the proud figure red.

Pooh!

Scarlet saliva nailed to the ground. Dreus looked up at the approaching giant snake tail, and a ferocious smile filled the corners of his mouth.

"I'm the hand of Knox. How can I retreat!"

Da Da! Da Da!

The badly wounded body moved forward again, and the dripping blood poured out a bloody road to the ruthless hell and the abyss of despair.

[kill all sides]!

Surrounded by sharp axes, blood blooms and tears clear traces in the void.

Again and again, dreus charged against the cunning scarlet giant snake Archibald, and then fell to the ground again and again, and the thick blood dyed the broken space red.

Just like the bright blood fireworks in the night sky, it ignites the flame of glory and despair.

In the dark, the footsteps of death are quietly approaching, but they stand still when approaching the target, as if appreciating the counterattack of desperate people.

Unfortunately, no miracle happened.

What dreus is facing is no longer the blood of the devil, nor the will of the devil Lord, nor the shadow face Scripps who boldly shot across the interface, but a great existence on the road of legend, a devil Lord who stands on the fourth floor of the Abyss: howling the peak of the abyss and fighting with his real body.

"How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon! The game should be over!" Archibald looked solemnly at dreus struggling under the sky. He had to say that the mole ants in front of him had won him a trace of respect. At least he had never seen such a terrible knight in countless bloody battles in the abyss.

"What a strong will, what a pure soul, I can't wait."

Before exploring Scripps's plot, he doesn't mind tasting the taste of soul, which is the difference between devil and devil. The devil is eager for a feast after killing.

The red snake tail suddenly sank, smashing countless spreading space cracks at a rapid speed, such as meteorites falling and crashing into the selected target area.

……………………

Looking at the sad scene in front of him, modrian didn't know why he became a dilemma between life and death. He had many doubts buried in his heart and didn't know how to solve them.

For example, why does the shadow side Scripps chase after the devil blood with its own blood and the temporary will to be destroyed?

These are not enough to be absolute reasons. After all, those seemingly insignificant things are far less than becoming a dead enemy under the crown of legend!

Suddenly, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and the low voice words of robbery echoed in his ears. Then he directly refused the request of robbery. Before that time, at least there was still a chance at the moment of despair.

It's just that the sound of robbery reminds modrian of some things. Does Scripps persevere in the branch task [shadow struggle] completed in the shadow boundary?

Or, it's his own wrong choice!

The dispute over the throne sweeping the stoke kingdom is like a vortex that attracts every force. No one can stay away from it after stepping into limontanlu.

"It's funny, I haven't seen through yet." modrian stared at the falling red snake tail, filled with a bitter smile.

After he showed his amazing strength in the shadow, he was completely trapped in the vortex, at least until the end of the battle for the throne.

"But there is still a chance!"

Modrian reached out his right hand and groped for the pocket in the armor. There were hot items, which were handed over by the quick scout Timo before leaving Valoran's collar. They came from the old guy in the depths of the renwal mountains. He looked down carefully.

This is a pale golden seed, which seems to sense the inexplicable danger of the outside world. Strands of flame like golden radiance penetrate the outer coating and release a gentle breath of life.

Then, like the sun halo around modrian, a shining branch shaped like some Rune loomed.

Click!

The crisp sound echoed in the broken space. Even with the violent sound of cyan hurricanes and dark shadows, even if the red snake tail crushed the space cracks and came down with the threat of terror, it could not hide the suddenly emerging crisp sound.

The symphony of changing fate plays here, despair retreats and death leaves!