Darkness, endless darkness, chaos of the world, the world is dark after all, legend has it that in the endless night, there is a group of dark creatures, they are the demon kings of the dark night, is the most terrifying nightmare to scare children. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mom, I'm scared. The child clung to the woman and did not dare to leave half a step.

The black mist permeates the whole room, the children's toys in the room are like enchanted dolls, the puppets hanging in the mirror look at them motionlessly, there is a smile on their faces, the child is most afraid of the things under the bed when he sleeps, for fear that a green blood hand will come out of the head of the bed lying on it, approaching him step by step, the sound of "squeaking" outside the window, the child does not dare to go out of the window, the night sky is purple, or not floating white shadows, I don't know if it is a ghost or a phantom, The wedding photos that seemed to be happy have also become weird, the smiles of women and men are sarcastic about everything, the children have sad faces, and the doll in their hands looks like a skull, and there is only darkness at the moment.

The child's whole body was cold, and the woman next to her curled up and hugged her, silent, her pupils dilated, and the child was afraid that the bloodthirsty creature that appeared in front of her would tear the woman's neck, and when she saw the woman, she would lie on the ground, with bright red blood, and her mouth was still singing her last words.

The cross at the end of the bed begs for light, but darkness has been coming for hundreds of years, and all life that depends on light no longer exists, except for the creatures that depend on darkness for their lives, and it is the reason why these creatures have survived for hundreds of years. 】

Izaro didn't ride his white horse, he was a little tired, teleportation consumes a lot of magical energy, and this time the teleportation was inexplicably destroyed, which couldn't help but make him worried, the confusion of the plane is not a frequent thing, and it is impossible to happen passively, he has been vigilant since that time, such an ability to destroy the operation of the plane can only be actively released, so there must be some kind of life form deliberately disturbed, but the purpose is not clear to him.

Izzalo strolled through the corridor to the Temple of Light, which was safe and comfortable for him, and now he really wanted to laugh at himself, thinking about himself, maybe even gods need to rest, even gods need to sleep, let alone himself.

Even if he has lived for dozens of centuries, he will not be spared in sleep, the feeling of tiredness makes him want to have a good rest, but his head hurts a little, excessive usage can lead to many magical symptoms, magical incontinence, magic erosion to the final magic reflux is to devour himself, he is probably in the first state now, the ordinary use of teleportation magic during this time, and other forces have destroyed his magic, so that he uses it excessively, but the best way to rest is sleep, no exception for anyone.

Izaro staggered down the corridor, suddenly felt uncomfortable, the light in the corridor gradually disappeared, he shook his head, thinking that he was dreaming, vaguely saw a dark damp and decaying corridor, dim lighting, mysterious doors, some doors are locked, some doors are crawling with parasites, green dead vines are wrapped around the entire corridor, the edge of the floor is full of corrosive insects, Izaro can't help but be surprised, this place is so familiar, or he didn't rest well, he hallucinated.

When he was a child, he wanted to escape from this place so much, there was no life, the universe was dark, but this corridor was endless, like endless darkness, he lived in a labyrinth when he was a child, he wanted to escape and wanted to create a world with light, but he couldn't escape the darkness.

Silence represented his language, and he learned the magic of light when the Mad Moon collapsed, a time of unforgettable time, and the power of what was born from the fall of the Mad Moon was unusually powerful, and even if he was so lucky, he was still trapped in this dark and decaying corridor, like a prison and a haunted house.

Suddenly, Izzalo saw a dark shadow, looming at the end of the corridor, the black shadow was getting closer and closer to him, he walked slowly forward, he wanted to see what it was, purple cloak, broken demon wings, purple claws, and black mist permeating the black shadow, his eyes were bursting with the flame of the soul that symbolized purple, a long pointed tail was held behind him, his pale skin was bright red bloodshot, elegant and cruel sharp teeth, and a pair of horns on his head, handsome but with a sinful aura.

Izzalo approached slowly, and although he thought of this demon, he was still stunned for a moment, "You........ You........ How did you get here?! ”

The black shadow was silent, his evil eyes staring at him, motionless, as if trapping him, making him unable to move, and Izaro felt the aura of fear and was stunned.

The night, which had ceased to exist a long time ago, appeared in front of him at this moment.

Izaro waved his hands vigorously, trying to cast light magic to repel the shadows, but to no avail, he couldn't exert any strength at all, and the rotten, dirty corridors around him terrified him.

"You......... You........ Not dead yet?! Izaro asked, surprised, suddenly exhausted and without any strength.

The dark shadow walked towards him, Izaro looked carefully at the familiar face in front of him, the pale fear of the vampire took over his body, Izzalo's calm was broken, only panic and nervousness, he broke out in a cold sweat and stepped back, the most fragile self at the moment showed no flaws.

"Hello, Izaror." The vampire spoke, with an elegant gothic grim expression.

Izzalo looked at him in amazement, now he seemed to be an alternative embellishment here, as conspicuous as a white dot in the darkness.

"You...... Shouldn't..... Appears in ....... Here........" he said word by word.

The vampire's handsome face was full of smiles, but the smile was full of fear, and he got closer and closer to Izarlo, stretching out his claws as if to shake his hand, "Old friends don't say hello when they meet." ”

Izzalo stepped back, he didn't expect that the vampire wasn't dead yet, the reality in front of him made him nervous, "Barana! How could it be...... That's impossible! Fear then turned to grief and confusion.

The vampire was still smiling, "You're just talking to me?" Old friend ......." he suddenly rushed towards Izarlo, clinging to his face, showing hideous teeth and a smile, "You should be happy!" ”

Izzalo's pupils dilated, his breathing was short, he shouldn't be afraid, and at this moment he was as cowardly as a frightened mouse, and the vampire flew backwards, "You will see the return of the Dark Age, old friend, you will pay for it." The vampire jumped backwards, hidden in the darkness, surrounded by bats around him, fading out of Izalo's vision, and faintly heard the sound of fearful laughter echoing in his mind........

"Whew!"

The Guardian of Light awoke. Nerif, who was beside him, looked at him with bulging eyes, "You're having nightmares, aren't you?" Old man. ”

Izaro came back from his nightmare, looked at Neriff on the side, and looked around again, the temple of light, still shrouded in light, he lowered his head, "Neriff...... How long did I sleep? ”

"Two days...... Old man. Neriff stared at him and continued, "You can't have dreamed of him, have you?"

Izzalo thought for a moment, and quickly regained his composure, "No. ”

"Izaror, you've learned to lie." Neriff smiled, he seemed to know what was going on in Izalo.

Izalori, out of here, walked off into the distance, "Your mouth needs to be cleaned. ”

Ignoring what Izaro said, Neriff followed, and said, "My prophecy will not be invalidated, old man, will you go against fate?" ”

"You know what?" Izzalo turned around and stared solemnly at a calm Neriff, "You're a soothsayer who just talks with your mouth, and if you don't learn to stop your words, you'll die in it." ”

Neriff was surprised at first, then smiled, "I didn't expect you to be angry, old man. ”

Izaro turned his back and walked forward, not giving Nerif an affirmation, "Don't take your fate to the truth. ”

A ball of light suddenly appeared in Nerif's hand, and the red mark kept spinning, "No—no one can escape fate, I'm just telling you." ”

Izalo suddenly turned around and picked up his staff and swung it at Nerif, and a wave of light rushed towards Nerim, who hurriedly marked his hand with a mark, and a circle of light appeared around it.

"Hey, don't be angry, old man." Neriff was glad he was moving quickly, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to speak now.

Izaro didn't want to say any more, but said briefly, "You go find the elven guard now, we need it." “

Neriff grinned helplessly, it wouldn't be good if Izaro was serious, "Yes-yes-old man." "He is now sure what Izalo's nightmare is, if he wants to wake up the sleeping Emperor of Light, there must be a reason, and he must also find the elven guard, when Izalo created the world of light, the Emperor of Light was born, but the life that knows the Emperor of Light and awakens her ancient power is only guarded by elves, and using ancient things to awaken ancient things is the best way, but it will not wake it up unless it is absolutely necessary, the power of the Emperor of Light has advantages and disadvantages, and now Izarlo's approach is also a last resort, Because in Izzalo's mind, he never forgot the nightmare just now, the pale fear of the night.