The gigantic scarlet serpent roared in the night sky, its fine scales reflecting the dim starlight, and so did the dimly lit building, as did Modrian.

Turning his head to look at the crimson pillar of heaven in the night sky behind him, Modrian's face was slightly heavy, he felt the aura of danger lingering in this space, and he was a little hesitant in his heart, whether he should give up at this moment.

Phew!

A wisp of green wind fell from the sky, like a wind spirit shuttling through the night sky, and then tore through the dense rain curtain and silently swept into the luxurious buildings.

As if sensing something, Modrian looked at the sky-blue bluebird on his left shoulder, its light and delicate wings slightly stirred, and its pure green beak seemed to be speaking.

Suddenly, a faint breeze blew across Modrian's face, fading the hesitation in his heart, and he looked at the dimly lit building in front of him, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

Darius, who was facing the phantom of the Scarlet Serpent, also felt the wind element surging behind him, and his hands clenched the black cutter, and the scarlet cloak fluttered behind him.

Boom!

With his right foot on the ground, the dark gray marble cracked into splinters, and flakes of muddy dust rolled up the rain and hit the wall.

Darius jumped high, his black eyes as calm as water staring directly at the crimson serpent phantom suspended in the night sky.

[Crippling Blow]!

In an instant, a dazzling crimson glow bloomed like a red sun in the thunderstormy night sky, and the cold rain could not extinguish the blood in Darius's body.

At this moment, the calm eyes were already filled with madness and slaughter, and the black cutter was raised above his head and then swung violently.

Sting!

The glow of the crimson axe blade slashed through the vast night sky, and then the huge scarlet serpent phantom split in two from the middle of the skull, turning into a psychedelic blood-colored light that dissipated along the dense rain.

Modrian looked at Darius who was floating to the ground in front of him, and his fair face was full of smiles.

"Let's go inside, let's see what's weird inside!"

The illusory snake shadow dissipated, revealing the wooden door that had been shattered into pieces, and there was nothing else to stop Modrian and his party from entering the building.

It was still the Trefali legionnaires who walked ahead, their sharp blades piercing the walls of the building for the horses to pass through.

Modrian then walked forward with Sigrid, but when he looked down, he saw that the face of his female companion was unusually pale.

"What? What's uncomfortable? Or is the smell bad for you? ”

Sigrid gently ruffled her long lilac hair and said delicately and sickly, "If, I mean if, there is a mortal danger inside, you will give up entering it?" ”

When the fantasy under the crown of the cunning Scarlet Serpent Archibald dissipated into the void, she felt a familiar and strange aura, familiar with the breath from the bottomless abyss, and strange from not knowing which abyss it was.

Dangerous!?

Modrian frowned slightly, glanced at the building that the Trefali legionnaires had entered, then looked down at the pitiful Sigrid, and said softly, "I don't know what the danger you are talking about, but there are some things I must do. ”

In the maelstrom that is about to sweep through Limontamlu, and even the kingdom of Stoke, he urgently needs to summon heroes to help him stabilize the situation.

The establishment of the Valoran Territory has made him incapable of separating himself, and the heroes under his command are also in place, but there are still many aspects that cannot be taken care of.

He didn't know the final outcome of this storm, but he had to prepare for it in advance, besides, he had a hunch that things would not be simple, and it was likely that the end of Limontanlu would not be the final end, and that there would be more things to happen in the future.

And [Temporary Mission: Follower's Revenge] is extremely important at the moment, and the random hero card rewarded by the mission can summon a hero from the Valoran continent for free.

A quiet and silent atmosphere appeared in front of the wooden door, Sigrid looked at Modrian cautiously, and felt the needle-like gaze behind him, and finally bit his lip, and struggled to tear off the corner of the bright red dress, slightly revealing a piece of jade-like white legs, and stepped into the dangerous place.

……………………

When Modrian stepped into the building, by the light of the torches, the viscous blood almost covered the vision, the smooth ground, the magnificent copper pillars, the golden staircase, everywhere dripping blood, gathered into a stream.

Not far away, Wasman and Horace were leading the Trefalli legionmen to wait for them, but the strange and inexplicable atmosphere made the horses tremble uneasily, and the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the empty environment.

"What's going on?" Modrian walked up to Vosman and asked.

"My lord, the shadow stream has reported that there is an anomaly ahead." Watsman jumped down from his crimson steed, bowed and saluted.

"Anomalies?" Without waiting for Modrian's inquiry, a distorted shadow appeared beneath his feet, and the figure of the Tribulation appeared from it.

"It's Saroyan Craigie Varrant, His Royal Highness the Prince is locked up by some unknown magical formation." Without too much nonsense, Zai replied directly.

And as the words fell, a surging breath of life energy flashed away, and Modrian glanced at the slightly restless Horace, and his indifferent gaze quieted him.

Revenge, revenge at hand, can really make emotions get out of hand, and Modrian himself has experienced it, when facing Kadir.

But now is not the time, the unknown environment gives him a strong sense of oppression, especially the dripping blood portends something bad.

For example, is it related to the crimson pillar of light outside!?

Dada! Dada!

Taking the reins from the Tryfali legionnaires, Modrian rode a horse with Count Sigrid in his arms, his gentle body bringing a soft feeling.

The pace of progress did not stop, and the special burning torches began to slowly illuminate the interior of the building, making the building appear more and more cold and eerie.

Whoa!

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of chains shaking, and Modrian immediately tugged at the reins and looked at the source of the sound.

A strange and terrifying picture appeared in front of him, like a blood-red flame burning magic rune shining, and above it, five pitch-black and hard chains crossed the sky, directly penetrating the figure in the center of the magic array, one on each of the limbs, and one through the heart.

And the end of the viscous blood that gathered into the stream was also here, and the blood that followed the direction poured into the magic array, and then was absorbed by the pitch-black chains, and slowly injected into the body of the miserable figure.

"Saroyan!"

The once suppressed hatred was released at this moment, and Horace confided the name of the figure in front of him, and his calm face was a little hideous.

When he came out of the realm of shadows, he was forced by the many forces around him to give up the opportunity offered by Lord Modrian, and chose to suppress the revenge and suppress the pain in his heart.