Chapter 237

The sky of limontanlu is shrouded in a dark night, and the connected white rain completely drowns all the streets. The torrential rain suddenly strikes, and the lightning dancing like ten thousand snakes sweeps the sky. Occasionally, it can penetrate the dark dusk through the flashing purple light.

In the deserted and broken space, the colorful energy afterglow slowly dissipated, and many torn space cracks healed and recovered after being gently stroked by the will of the main plane. Then the will of the great bank stared at mordrian humanized, as if engraved in his mind, and immediately disappeared, leaving a place of ruins.

When the orange starlight dissipated, modrian shook his head and separated from the picture of system decomposition. It seemed that if he felt it, he looked at the bright and illusory sky, and then half narrowed his eyes. A light curtain was reflected in his brown eyes, and the dense falling rain outside was faintly visible.

Saroyan! Modrian recalled the scenes he had experienced before, whispering.

The abyss of communication and the attack under the legendary crown were all unexpected situations. He never thought he would play all his cards in an "ordinary" revenge.

The trap arranged by the forces hidden behind the dark, and his Highness the three princes of stoke kingdom is the delicious bait in the trap, which is irresistible. Horace will not refuse, nor will he refuse.

Recalling Saroyan's last miserable appearance, modrian's eyes flickered with a dangerous breath. Who is it? Can communicate secretly with demons, and even contact two demon lords from the bottomless abyss.

Unfortunately, he won the final victory!

And successfully beheaded the cunning scarlet giant snake Archibald, from the fourth Abyss: the demon lord of the howling abyss.

It seemed to remember that under the crown of the poor fallen legend, modrian turned his head slightly and looked intently, but he saw that dreus was standing quietly on the edge of the red snake, and the black cutter in his hand was dripping sticky blood, mixed with some crushed flesh and bone residue.

It was a shocking scene. Dozens of feet of red snake bodies had fallen into the ruins, and the slightly twitching tail swept up bursts of dust, mixed with the smell of rust.

This is not a science fiction film seen in previous lives, but a real red giant snake. The feeling it brings is far beyond imagination. At least it is more real and bloody than the previous picture flying in the sky.

Because of the cruelty of reality!

Modrian remembered the eyes of the cunning scarlet giant snake Archibald, who was high and despised all living beings.

Mortal? Mole ant? The funny thing is that now you have turned into a cold and stiff skeleton.

The footsteps opened gently. He wanted to see the face under the legendary crown closely, but the gentle voice behind him called his body.

"Wait, dreus is at a critical moment. We'd better not disturb him now." said Cana, who was three feet away from the ground and floating in the void. She looked with her eyes. There was a faint wind element in her blue eyes.

Huh? Modrian stopped at the words, looked carefully and noticed a trace of abnormality.

There was a faint light of mist and mist around the body of dleyes. The chill of the axe edge touched the edge of the broken snake, and a thread of deep blood color spread to the axe of the black cutter along the axe edge, and then immersed in the skin with both hands.

"This is......" the color of doubt appeared on modrian's face. He didn't understand the situation.

As if she saw his doubts, Jana waved her exquisite and elegant staff to disperse all kinds of forces, some of which were remnants of the battle, some of which were infiltrated by the bottomless abyss, and countless mixed forces were gradually integrating and dissipating into the surrounding environment.

"Dreus is finding his way. This is an opportunity. It depends on how he chooses."

Jana looked at the hand of Knox dreus with appreciation and whispered that even if she lived in the boundless sea of guardians, there was no human being more brave and good at fighting than him, even among the pirates across the sea.

The decapitated snake head was lying at the foot of Darius's feet, and the snake's pupil was full of dim colors. The thin and thick blood of the snake head disappeared quietly. Even the bright and hard scales had lost their luster. The dried up seeds had lost all the essence of life.

The slender snake body is also losing the essence of blood, which is drunk by the black cutter and becomes a drop of blood essence, and then vanish into a strong body.

"Is this crossing the boundary? The endless gap between the knight and the legendary crown." Ghana's explanation vaguely reminded modrian.

Tick! Tick!

The cold rain dripped down his face. Modrian looked up slightly and looked at the dark night in the group. I don't know when, this place of ruins has been close to the main plane. The rainstorm in limontanlu permeated the illusory space barrier, and transparent raindrops swept in.

The bottomless and far-reaching breath has dissipated, and the sound of lightning and thunder is still in my ears.

Modrian opened his arms, like embracing this space, allowing a drop of rain to infiltrate his body and calm the rolling blood in his body.

The feeling of victory is really good! He wants to keep it that way.

The shadow was twisted, and the robbed figure stepped out from it. The crimson dagger held in his right hand revealed the extremely sharp smell. After nodding slightly to Jana, he stood behind modrian like a sculpture and gradually hid in the dark.

Vosmann, Horace, and a group of trefari soldiers also didn't lift up the life energy in their bodies. They silently bear the dripping rain and dark armor. The crisp sound is like the pleasant piano sound, intertwined and gathered together to form a sonorous and powerful victory symphony.

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Creak!

In the palace of vallant, the majestic ancient city gate was slowly opened, and behind the gate, there was a line of purple armor waiting for his highness guy.

"The gates around the palace have been controlled. From now on, no one can get out of the palace without your Highness's order." Duke dakama looked up at the slightly crazy figure in front of him and said in a deep voice.

Dada! Dada!

Guy went on in silence, his red cloak waved slightly, and the violet guards in the array made way for passage.

"Continue!"

Hearing the speech, Duke dakama's eyes flashed slightly, and his strong body followed him with high spirits. He waved different gestures with his left hand and arranged the violet Guard Corps to perform the task arranged in advance.

The purple steel torrent moves forward in the rainstorm, like a silent beast, accumulating momentum along the road, waiting for the moment of release.