Chapter 399

The dark stars hang in the night, and the blue and black branches of the gandhias tree are covered in the sky, constantly beating the phantom silhouette. It seems that someone has entered the spiritual field, and a low and hoarse voice rings out.

"No wonder you are so impatient. It turned out that reinforcements came, but do you think things are really so simple?"

In the diffuse and scattered spiritual area, the traces of shadow are lost, and the branches fall. Take this opportunity to depict the unfinished strange lines.

[profound meaning of shadow! Blades]!

Thin and dense black thin lines appear above the array lines like space cracks, frantically cutting the dancing branches in front of them, and the smelly blood drops slightly into the lines.

[shadow mystery! Split]!

The robbed figure appeared and dissipated again, and then appeared on the collapsed Golden Hall dome. The eyes hidden behind the visor showed a pitiful color.

"Your end is coming." the shadow tentacles spread over the castle, and he had noticed the smell of modrian and those Knox war madmen.

"Doomsday? Is this a joke? But it's not funny at all." on the main trunk of the gandhias tree, a humanized old face appeared, shrouded in crimson bloody fog, with a strange look.

"Then you look forward to it."

Rob shook his head slightly, and the figure of those war maniacs in Knox flashed in his heart. The strength of the huge tree in front of him was really good. The legendary strength was matched with the terrible defense ability, but he still overestimated himself in the face of those guys.

The strange confrontation continued. Under the interference of robbery, the tree of gandhias was unable to complete the dark and scarlet lines, but strangely, he didn't leave. He seemed to be waiting for something, regardless of his own situation.

With steady steps, he quietly reached the central area of Harriman castle. There was a dark green glow in modrian's eyes. Immediately, he motioned the people of Knox behind him not to hurry and whispered: "I didn't expect to see the blood sucking ghost tree in the legend: gandhias in the main material plane!"

"So, should I call you the tree of gandias, or the vampire gandias?"

The slender branches dance like elves and curl up around the main trunk of the gandhias tree. They don't even care about the strange patterns on the ground. A touch of extreme danger warns in the depths of the soul, mixed with hidden excitement and desire.

"The name given to me by the world is the trace I left in the long river of time. I have no choice." the tree of gandhias said in a low and hoarse voice, pausing slightly. He looked down at the noble Lord in front of him, and his humanized face glittered with scarlet color.

"Compared with this, I'm curious. Why did a mere human kingdom give birth to so many powerful terrorists? And even the military power to destroy the bloody Legion?"

"I don't think you are so curious. Sometimes curiosity will kill people." modrian smiled and looked at the tree of gandhias in front of him. He patted his palm: "then I call you vampire gandhias?"

"Ha, the vampire trapped in a stake by a human hero, such traces of time, is really... Um... Some funny, don't you think?"

The branches of the dense Castle set off a slight transparent storm at the moment when modrian's words fell. After a slight spiritual fluctuation, it was calm. Gandhias opened his mouth and revealed a ferocious and ugly trunk: "hero? Hero who steps on a horse!!"

"It is said in the world that the devil and the devil are the darkest and evil existence, but I think the human heart will be more dark and evil. Do you think? Human Lord."

Hearing the speech, modrian gently frowned, some memories of previous lives emerged in his mind, and finally nodded slowly: "indeed, I agree with this sentence!"

People's hearts are sometimes the most evil.

Gandhias smiled and danced his branches. It was rare to meet interesting humans. Although the environment was wrong at the moment, it did not hinder his inner excitement: "so, can the heroic deeds recorded be sure to be true?"

Modrian lowered his eyes slightly, and a touch of mockery flickered away. As the chief Knight of the peak, he clearly felt that the pain and sorrow entangled by those green and black branches were issued by the souls of innocent people trapped inside, cursing everything in the world.

The accomplice or murderer who caused this sudden dark plague and destroyed countless human homes was actually "talking" with him and exchanging the so-called poisonous chicken soup.

It's funny, isn't it?

If it had not been for the flashing [temporary task: dark peeping] in the retina that made modrian realize that there was something wrong. It was not so simple. He would have ordered dreus to directly cut down gantias in front of him.

"Is it to tell a very interesting story? I'm willing to listen." modrian nodded calmly and motioned to continue. It's time to show his acting skills. He likes it very much.

"[the tip of the teeth of the night], the terror tower I built? Ha, damn, evil, abnormal and extreme legendary caster." gandhias showed an extremely venomous look, and every sentence contained fear and fear of a caster.

"Build an abyss Dharma array, deceive many demons and demons, and use them to complete those crazy and vicious experiments. I'm just the lucky one to survive."

"Maybe I should be glad that I am a great blood family and have tenacious survival ability. Even if the wooden stakes are integrated and my soul is imprisoned in it, I have never been annihilated. In the face of such a perfect experiment, the crazy caster transplanted me into the jungle of the abyss."

"Then I prayed desperately for any existence that could be prayed for. It's hard to imagine that a blood clan living in the abyss would be so poor. In that desperate and boring life, I even prayed for evil gods in order to live."

Gandias slowly told, and the humanized face on the tree trunk glowed with a strange black and red light, revealing a creepy and terrible smile.

"Human Lord, giving you a gift is a reward for listening to my story. Remember, sometimes desperate prayers can really attract the attention of evil gods."

"Pity and save me is..."

"God of pestilence grulach!" modrian said helplessly. He recalled his conversation with krabus and the broken artifact imitation of God of pestilence: the ball of pestilence.

At that time, he should have thought of something, but no one can easily judge when it comes to the power of the gods.

Now, I don't know why, the God who hates plague made this plague disaster in the main material plane, and even opened the abyss channel.

Then the rest of the matter can be understood. Why did the pan consciousness of kaladimos continent not pay attention to the abyss channel? It should be easy to do all this with the power of evil gods.

"It seems that you guessed that, yes, I was saved by the master, broke away from the control of the crazy caster, and lived safely in the nineteenth Abyss: the abyss of hatred." gandhias waved his branches and roared loudly. "And gain the power of the dark plague."

"There is nothing wrong with the rumor. I will bring plague to the world!" gandias, who vented his emotions, did not find that all the people in the castle were watching him silently, as if watching the last performance of the dead.

In the cold and silent castle, gandhias seemed to be aware of something, stopped all his actions, and looked at modrian with a strange face, which was extremely cold.