Chapter 821: Trial Mode On!

The Demons of Destruction looked up, and for the first time they felt that the world was too crazy.

Even Andariel was rubbing his eyes.

The twelve pseudo-realm-level Sinking Demon Wizards desperately knocked their heads with the ghost head staff in their hands, and they felt that it was very dangerous for a mage-type monster to have such an illusion and not be able to understand the illusory reality.

All the monsters thought at one time that this was a joke by another demon king, Belier, who was in charge of illusion and lies, because it was the only one who could do it.

Where did that giant demon with hideous bony wings and black mist go? Like a pillar in the center of the world, it exudes such a surging aura of ruin, such a super huge size, and such a conspicuous and terrifying existence.

It's just a blink of an eye, and it's gone?

No, in fact, before investigating the whereabouts of that giant demon, we should investigate something more rooted, that is, where did the dark world shrouded in ruinous black fog that I was originally in?

Looking at the bright and clear blue sky overhead, and the brazier sun hanging high above it, which gradually began to make the skin feel the hot brazier, the remaining ** thousand sinking demons began to mess up and constantly hit their heads on the ground.

They can't help but be insanity--, today for these battle-hardened little things, it is simply supernatural, maybe they have experienced more tragic and bloody battles, but this kind of strange battle is unique.

From the original yellow sand world, the battlefield dominated by their own [power], was suddenly pulled into a dark world, and the adventurer who was originally a fish on their chopping board was transformed into a giant demon that had never been encountered even in hell, as if it had crossed over from ancient times, and killed himself to the ground.

That's it, why, why did it suddenly change again, and it became the scene in front of you?!!

This is the boss in the depths of the Western Desert, even if he comes out of that dark world, it is still a scene of yellow sand, how can it be a calm and sunny world now, as if it is golden-colored?

If this qiē is all illusory, who else but the Demon King of Belier can play himself like this?

For a while, this kind of thought also grew in Andariel's heart, after all, this plan was all planned by Beryl, and the demon king of illusion and lies, these factors combined are really hard to believe that it has nothing to do with it.

However, if everything is illusory just now, what about those dead Sinking Demons? Where did it go?

The sky was clear, the sun was scorching, Andariel and his subordinates, nearly 10,000 monsters stood on the desert in a daze, confused and at a loss.

Under the inexplicable golden-color-beam of light, even in the scorching white light of the scorching sun, it stood out from the crowd, very conspicuous, and the more than ten sunken demons who saw this scene subconsciously raised their heads.

The other Sinking Demons were all in a daze, and the movements of the more than ten Sinking Demons looked very abrupt, so they also subconsciously followed the movements of the more than ten Sinking Demons, raising their heads together, ten to hundred, one hundred to thousand.

In the blink of an eye, all the Fallen Demons raised their heads and squinted at the glare of the daylight.

In the middle of the sun, the most dazzling place, seems to ...... Have a black spot?

"Boom!!"

The black dot grew bigger and bigger, fell, and smashed a large hole in the ground, and then, dressed in armor, wearing a crown, and the horns of the Demon King, which symbolized majesty and nobility and depravity, slowly appeared in the sight of all monsters as the dust fell.

Azmodan, the Demon Lord of Original Sin...... 's doppelganger, finally arrived.

It turned out to be Lord Azmodan, who should I be?

Walking in the unreal and real, the sinking demon who was almost not insane - was frightened a lot, and when he saw that it was Azmodan, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Only the dozen or so Sinking Demons who raised their heads first still had a question in their hearts.

What is that golden-colored beam of light?

Azmodan, who appeared on the stage and fell like a meteor, half-squatted in the big pit, slowly stood up, his tall and majestic body couldn't help but make all the Sinking Demons look up, his eyes flashed with scarlet belligerent light, and he took a deep breath, it seemed that he was going to have a villain boss to appear on the stage of the maniacal trifecta.

"Haha!!"

Time came to an abrupt halt, and Azmodan's laughter stopped abruptly.

No, it's not a pause, it's just a hundredfold, a thousandfold slowdown.

The Sinking Demons are about to go crazy, and again, the world has changed again in the blink of an eye, and they feel like guinea pigs in the hands of mages, constantly being thrown into fire, water, buried in the ground, or in dangerous real magic arrays, trying to ** and mental double torture.

Just kill me!!

This is the cry of despair in the hearts of all the Fallen Demons at this moment.

But in the next moment, they immediately felt the difference in this change.

Wisps of golden-colored light gradually spread on the sand, and the delicate sand on the sandy ground reflected the golden-colored light, reflecting each other, forming a golden-color-world.

It was as if there was a kind of majestic chant, sung in this golden-colored world, like the holy light that only a hundred four-winged angels could emanate.

But listening carefully, it turned into a whisper of the devil in his ear, just like the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden, which is said to be tempted by even the seraphim, so that these fallen demons instantly fell and lost in it.

It was either bright or evil, and little by little it permeated the soul of every sinking demon, and even the doppelgangers of Andariel and Azmodan, who had no soul, lost their souls and lost their ability to think.

The one qiē emotion in the soul, the doubt, the confusion, the panic, the anger, the despair, all seem to be washed away, leaving only a blank space and tranquility.

Yes, tranquility, that is something that these Destroyers have never felt, their souls are full of evil and killing all the time, how to kill their enemies, how to divide their corpses, how to drink the hot blood, to gnaw fresh flesh and bones, to kill and be killed, to eat and to be eaten, that is the eternal theme of the Sinking Demon.

They feel that much of their soul has been drained of them, blank, open, naked, naked, bathed in this golden-world.

I don't want to, I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't even forget about the qiē around me, I forget my own existence, only those eyes are attracted by the gold-color-beam, in this world where time has slowed down a thousand times, slowly, little by little, raising my chin, as if on a pilgrimage, and the eyes follow the most dazzling gold-color-beam.

In the sky, the figure bathed in the gold-color-halo is the source of a gold-color-beam of light, and is the master of this gold-color-world.

The scorching sun of the desert also receded in this golden-color-colored, took back its proud daylight, obediently shrank behind the gold-color-halo, and became a foil, and the gold-color-halo replaced the sun's existence, and scattered the gold-color-brilliance all over the earth, announcing its huge existence in a dignified manner.

When did the figure wrapped in the golden-halo appear there? Only a few seconds ago, Azmodan descended from the sky, and there was no place for it, but at this time, it was like the sun in the sky, as if it had existed here since ancient times, and it didn't know where it was going.

The figure bathed in the halo, the master of this golden-colored world, has a hazy figure, full of a mysterious aura, from which it exudes the breath of heaven and hell at the same time, like a fallen angel and a pure white demon king.

In the midst of the golden light, they finally saw its appearance clearly.

It's him!!

The monsters were stunned.

Bound by their [power], he has also transformed into a giant demon and subjected them to several killings, so to speak, this human adventurer is the source of their suffering.

At this moment, he transformed into this form again, no, it should be said that there was not much change, just those eyes, those dark pupils, turned into a round of golden light, looking down on the ground with a god-like posture and majesty.

However, just a change in a pair of pupils was a bigger change for these monsters than when they had transformed into the giant demon before.

I lost the ability to think, and I don't know how long it took, but finally, this golden-colored world, which seemed to stand still, changed.

The scarlet pupils of tens of thousands of Fallen Demons reflected such a scene, the figure in that golden-halo, the mysterious human adventurer, raised a long sword high.

What kind of sword is that? The Demon of Destruction could not describe it in his own crude language.

I just felt that with the raising of the long sword bathed in golden light, the entire heaven and earth time and space seemed to be absorbed into it.

This sword is a world, and this world is condensed into this sword.

The authority to hold heaven and earth, and the life and death of all things.

Sword of the World?

The Sword of Time and Space?

Eternal Sword?

The sword of life and death?

It seems that it is not enough to explain the whole of this sword, which is a higher level, a more terrible existence; It even touches on the existence of some impossible realm; With the wisdom of these sinking demons, it is simply impossible to imagine the existence of zài.

At this moment, the golden-color-halo figure and the sword were completely fused, and the long sword was raised high, and when the tip of the sword pointed straight at the sky, the monster below suddenly felt suffocated.

They can't breathe.

Not only that, but their bodies seemed to be suffering some kind of terrible pain, and they twisted violently, and the surface of their scarlet-colored skin began to dissolve into points of light and disappear.

It's a force they can't comprehend, and these monsters find that this space is repelling them, the world is repelling them, every inch of space around them, every particle that floats, every sand under their feet, is desperately repelling their existence.

Everything and everything, the whole heaven and earth, living and inanimate, even the void of time, are roaring, expelling them, as if they were the only foreign objects in this world, something that should never appear.

What frightens them even more is that even their own souls are rejecting themselves, watching themselves being rejected by external objects, watching themselves disappear into a little bit of light, there is not the slightest surprise in their hearts, but a surge of joy, as if this is a matter of course.

Even fear, I can't be afraid.

Above the sky, the figure inside the golden-color-halo, the pair of gold-color-pupils staring at the one below, without any emotion, the indifferent and majestic gaze, like a scale, looking at everything, is full of an almost cruel sense and fairness.

When the tip of the sword was raised to the highest point, "he" took one last look at the ground, and the long sword raised turned into a graceful arc, pointing obliquely at the ground, his lips trembling slightly, a low, but resounding through the heavens and the earth, and the syllables that sounded in the ears of every sinking demon on the ground slowly sounded.

"Die."

The tens of thousands of monsters whose bodies were originally distorted and whose skin surfaces gradually turned into points of light seemed to have received their fate, and they all fell into nothingness in an instant.

On the silent desert, tens of thousands of Sinking Demons, Sinking Demon Wizards, including the twelve pseudo-realm-level elite Sinking Demon Wizards, and the clones of Azmodan and Andariel, there was no difference, all disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace, their existence seemed to be swallowed by this world, and even their footprints disappeared on the soft sand.

The world fell silent again, knowing that the long sword suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and the golden-colored world seemed to have lost its support, shattered, and lost its golden-color-halo-wrapped figure, and its eyes were simply closed, and the body floating in mid-air fell crookedly.

The sun that was originally hiding behind, as if it had been allowed, once again emitted a domineering dazzling sunshine, which was completely like a tiger in the mountains, and I, Hu Hansan, who was called the king, had returned.

Although the sand below is relatively soft, it is not a wonderful thing for adventurers to fall from hundreds of meters in the air after losing consciousness.

But it doesn't matter, there is also our holy woman, a white light flashed on her chest, and the holy and beautiful light wrapped the falling body, and in the white-color-halo, the moon-color-long hair fluttered Alice, gently embracing her beloved and floating.

On tiptoe, Alice gently put the body in her arms on the sand, and the jade finger couldn't wait to reach the tip of the other party's nose for a moment before breathing a sigh of relief.

"Why don't I wake up and nothing good happens?"

The silver-colored, beautiful eyes that were very troubled, blinked slightly, and brought up the slender and beautiful eyelashes-hairs-one by one, and our holy lady puffed out her mouth and muttered, seeing that someone was sleeping soundly, and even a trace of sparkling water flashed on the corner of her mouth, she couldn't help but be angry from her heart, and evil was born to her guts.

"Obviously he is just a servant, but he wants this holy woman to serve, and he always bullies this holy woman, always rubs his face, always makes trouble when he sleeps, wakes up this holy woman and refuses to be obedient before and after the saddle, and is a cow and a horse, just a servant, just a servant...... Woo woo ~ ~~"

Alice chattered and complained endlessly, as if she wanted to wake up the other party, and slapped left and right on the sleeping face with no light or heavy force, and the more she muttered, the more unbalanced her heart became, and the speed of her hands did not know whether intentionally or unintentionally, until she brought out an afterimage, and the sound of slapping was like rain......