Chapter 114

Everyone is afraid of hell. This is the place where all the sins finally come together.

In the long winding river of the dead in hell, the crowded souls have made unforgivable mistakes. They did not come here to wait for salvation, but finally fell into the bottomless abyss.

This is the dark side of the world.

The translucent undead sat on the jagged rocks. His clothes were old and complicated. Many years ago, he was a court dramatist. Now he is sitting on a strange stone, singing a very old story with a husky bass in the roaring wind. The story of contract, blood and bones.

In the description of the story, the true face of the world is countless fragmented powers, different races running on the earth, in order to ascend the highest tripod. Different races have different powers, but human beings do not. It's just like human beings are abandoned children between heaven and earth. They are born to let the plants waste. Endless fighting, endless death. In such an era, some people want to seize the highest throne in the world and smash all chaos with power and dignity.

In that absurd story, a king with nothing signed a contract with a lonely devil.

Their contract was destined to change the world from the moment it was born.

In the song, Li Feng bumps into Qianren peak and breaks it into a whimpering sound. Skeletons crawl on the ground, the smoke from the blast furnace is scattered, meteors fall, and the keel looks up

It's like, for the story in that song, heaven and earth break up.

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Dragon Castle.

Monra crow perches on the slender rose branches, and looks at the white bone throne in the middle of the palace.

It was a king's Throne made up of the bones of different hellish creatures, which were reduced and gathered together, and then piled up with the most exquisite craft. The Throne made of thousands of bones itself means a sea of blood. That throne has been empty for many years, but now it has its master again.

The king sat on the throne of bones.

He no longer wore the crown crowned by the Pope. Gold and gems twisted and changed their shape quietly, and finally became a crown of thorns, with dark red gems on it. The crown of thorns was tied around his temple, his silver hair fell on his shoulders, and the lace scarf embroidered with silver thread turned out and spread out on his collar and cuffs.

He opened his eyes.

The coldest, densest and most beautiful palace in the world is printed in the king's ice blue pupil.

The slender white bone pillars are straight up, supporting the crisscross ribs of the vault, and the long curved beams are built with the ribs of real legendary creatures. Numerous flying buttresses line up on the side of the palace, like thousands of winged beasts flapping their wings to fly. The window lattice inside the castle is beautiful, forming a variety of patterns, and roses are everywhere. Starting from the rib frame of the open branch like ginseng, the rose spreads upward to the slender and luxurious fan-shaped vault, and the branches and leaves coil and the white bones fall down.

The deepest memory of the deepest place, as if a string was gently touched.

An indescribable familiarity is like the wheel of time turning slowly. More than a thousand years have passed by. When my old friend comes back more than a thousand years later, everything remains the same as before.

"Welcome, my dear majesty."

The devil came forward on the dark red carpet in a black dress with dark lines on the silver edge, with blooming roses pinned on his collar. The "soul merchant" of hell was tall, thin, pale, handsome and polite, like a housekeeper who had been guarding the house for many years.

Welcome back to the throne and tear up the world with me.

As he bent over to salute, there was a tone of unprecedented joy.

"Where is this?"

Asked the king.

"Dragon Castle, your palace."

The devil answered.

Monra the crow was so excited that she almost wanted to cry. She imagined too many times that the throne had its master. But when it did, it did not dare to rush up and crawl in front of the king. Because the devil stands in front of the king's throne, their eyes collide, the king's face has no expression, the devil's face with a smiling mask.

It's very tight in the air.

The devil seemed unaware.

"They are too rude." He said briskly, "your arrival is such an important day that it's time for all the guys to present a gift But please forgive them. After all, it takes a lot of time for them to come from different territories. "

"They" in the devil's mouth are the kings and their targets, the Lords of hell.

"Well -"

the smile on the devil's face widened, and he gracefully extended his invitation hand to the king.

"Would you like to go to a little dance? This is an invitation from the castle. "

When the devil's voice falls, all the roses and vines coiled in the castle gently shake their leaves. The rustling voice is as gentle as those beautiful souls who are leaving. A little snow like light fell from the dome, and the empty palace had a diamond like brilliance.The wind passes between the slender columns and beams. The flying buttresses are like winged beasts. The long cornice unfolds. It turns out that the cornice is made of innumerable delicate sickle weasel wing bones. As they unfold again, the thin wing bones gently flap in the wind like a conductor's music stick. The wind is cut by the thin wing bone and makes a strange sound, just like thousands of slender hands singing with the wind as the string at the same time. The melody of those voices is extremely beautiful, forming a movement that has never been before.

The devil is right. It's a welcome party.

The dance was held in a castle that had been silent for many years.

Over the heads of the devil and the king, delicate flower windows opened one after another, and pale light slanted down from their heads. The devil stood in a beam of light, wearing the black dress of the ball, and stretched out his hand to the king.

Gulu, Gulu.

A skull rolled in. Monra the crow spread his wings and landed in front of the skull. He did not know where to find two drumsticks. He held them with his wings and beat high or low drums with the melody of the wind.

"The ball is always about dancing, your majesty."

The devil invited.

With the wind as the string, the movement is sad and beautiful, but with an unprecedented grandeur, as if heaven and earth are singing low. The king felt a little joy and Expectation - the joy and expectation of the castle itself. Like the drumming monra, the castle is looking forward to their welcome from the king.

He held out his hand.

The devil took the king's hand with the rose ring, pulled him up and took him off the throne. At the moment when the king accepted the invitation of the devil, the melody of the wind suddenly became intense, just like the dance music at the ball. The devil took the king in his arms and whirled him in the middle of the empty palace.

The king attended many dances. As the king of Legrand, he received the most complete etiquette training, including dance.

But the dance that the devil led him to dance was not any kind of dance in the human banquet.

The melody of the wind is magnificent. The devil always holds the hand of the king with the rose ring. The king feels that the ring is becoming hot. The rose vines wrapped around the white bone grow petals one after another, followed by roses blooming with elegant melody. Petals are constantly blown down by the wind and carried to all directions of the castle.

In the dead rooms of the castle, when the rose petals fall, the silver coffins suddenly open.

Out of the coffin came a maid and servant in Chinese clothes.

They have pale delicate faces and dark red eyes. They begin to clean up the castle and make it gorgeous and brilliant.

In the darkest side of the world, the devil embraces his king and dances in the melody of white bones and wind. At the moment when the castle wakes up, a cold light falls down at the crack of the dark red curtain of hell.

It's not the color of blood, it's not the orange of sulfur, it's the cold and pale light of snow.

The singing dead poets stopped, the skeletons kneeling on the ground raised their heads, the dead bodies hanging on the Qianren peak slowly turned, and the restless lords of the abyss no longer spoke. After so many years, in the dark side of the dark red sky, finally out of other colors.

A pale moon rose slowly from the crevice, thin and curved, like a scythe in the sky.

There was a sudden silence in hell.

"Welcome back."

Whispered the devil, with a smile on his lips.

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The scene of the meteor falling left a deep shadow on tald, and when the moon rose in the sky of hell, it sensed something bad had happened.

It tried to find out from the other lords what the pale rising moon meant.

It's a pity that the lords who have the same strength don't know, and those who know are much stronger than them. They dare not ask.

The only consolation was that there was no movement in the black stone castle except the sound of the dragon that day.

Maybe it won't be too big.

So Ted comforted himself.

Just as he thought so, a black butterfly slowly flew to his mother's nest. When he saw the black butterfly, he was almost subconsciously alert - all hell creatures knew that the black butterfly was the representative of the soul merchant.

Damn it! It doesn't seem to have done anything to provoke that madman, does it?

In front of tyrD, the black butterfly broke up and turned into a black invitation card, falling from the air.

TyrD looked at the invitation as if it was in danger, and then put it in front of him. It was a very delicate invitation. The gorgeous style of the invitation was just like the blood clan who had disappeared from hell for many years. On the invitation, a rose petal serves as the seal of lacquer.

"What is this?"

Asked Ted doubtfully.

as like as two peas, all the hells of the hell received the same invitation.

The content of the invitation is about a banquet, which will be held in a few days.The address of the banquet -

Blackstone castle.