"You stand down..."Dispel looked at his heir indifferently, Aresset's eyes were full of fanaticism, this look made him feel very uncomfortable, and a bad premonition flourished in Dispel's heart.

"The child understands—" Aresit stood up and turned to leave the Pale Templar, his handsome face full of determination, even distorted to the point of madness, he was going to do something crazy that even Asmodeus could not have imagined.

The Pale Sanctuary is exceptionally beautiful, and the painting of the madly twisted primordial god who the first Desperate Monarch slew on this planet during the pioneering period is carved at the top, and it is terrifying.

This hellish planet has been completely transformed by generations of desperate monarchs, and today there are about 100,000 demons and demons living here, who have built a whole sick and distorted ecological and social system.

Most of the demons have handsome faces and almost pathological sanity, and the words sanity and calmness are used to describe them, and they have established a corporate system to control and distribute the resources of the desperate hell.

This system is perfect, and it is the most suitable system for the devil, and these natural conspirators do not use force, but use the resources at their disposal to intrigue with each other, and countless large and small companies are built and destroyed every year.

This system was later emulated by the major families of the Svizer Federation, and brought huge profits to the commercial Svizer Federation.

The cold wind was wrapped in an eerie aura of despair, the breath of which the devils of Desperate Hell lived, just as the energy of death was to the undead and oxygen was to the mortal race.

Aresette shivered, sweat from his forehead, and his keen perception sensed that Dispel had murderous intentions towards him, and he must not fail this time, he must succeed.

Aresit left the Pale Sanctuary and returned to the company he controlled, he was not good at intrigues, he was only interested in his own strength, and the company was almost entirely run by his henchmen, and he was just a mascot in name.

He arrived at the residence on the highest floor of his company, which was very simple, with only a bed for rest and practice, and a magical laboratory table for experimental research.

Although Aresit was not good at intrigues, he was not bad at all in terms of intelligence, and he was a genius arcanist, and experimentation and magic were almost all he had.

On the bench was a large bronze-covered book, covered with beautiful gilt handwriting, which had been the work of Aresit for thousands of years, and all his conjectures and experiments were recorded in this book.

The bronze book was turned to the last page, and in fact each page was magically condensed by Areshit, and whenever the page was full, he condensed new pages for recording and research.

The page was clearly only half-used, with only a spell formula written on it, and the bright red handwriting carried the power of magic and forbidden powers, a temptation that would drive almost any mage and scholar insane.

“... This is it..."

...

"I said why are you so stupid... Can't even walk?" Yumei fluttered in the air, looking at the little ghost who was struggling to move his steps in the temple, and couldn't stop complaining.

The little ghost's body has been completely reshaped, and he is wearing the clothes left behind by Gagil, and is getting acquainted with this new body in the half-plane of Gagir... But the power contained in the new body is too powerful... So much so that the little ghost often can't control the strength well.

"I'm telling you that I'm a newborn now, can you lower your requirements? It's too harsh, you ?... Babble!" The little ghost heard Yumei's chatter and grumble, and the strength of his right leg that he had just taken out of his hand was not mastered, and he stepped into a hole in the solid ground.

The ground was made of elemental soil by Gagil, and it was so hard that even the wild elf demigods themselves had to destroy it, but at the moment, it was as soft as ordinary soil under the feet of the little ghost.

The power in the little ghost's body was drained almost instantly, and he had to concentrate on controlling his brain with the Void Crystal that stored his soul at all times to ensure the balance of his body.

He fell to the ground, the ground paved with elemental soil was very hard, but all the power of the little ghost was drained, and now he was like a white dragon, with a powerful body, in fact, he couldn't control it at all, but he couldn't deform the elemental soil just now...

The little ghost's nose had an intimate and intense contact with the elemental soil, in fact, his current body was not much different from the elemental soil, and the body forged by the Nine Demon Flames was really very strong.

So the little ghost's handsome and cute little nose was completely embedded in the ground, and his body didn't have any strength, and there was no way to break free...

"Hahahahaha

"Hey!" the little ghost barely broke free, although the body was strong, but the pain was real, he raised his hand to rub his nose, but a slap on the face, the terrifying terrifying force directly knocked him out, and smashed to the ground again.

The majestic statue standing in the temple did not move, and the little ghost seemed to see some mockery in the majestic face.

"Hahahahahaha

"I don't practice anymore!" the little ghost grumbled as he sat on the ground, his eyes ached, and the crystal clear tears flickered a few times, and the young man almost cried.

This feeling of not being able to control the body is so sad, although the green ghost is strict when teaching himself the sword technique, but after each training, he will gently wipe his sweat and stretch his sore muscles.

But the green ghost has already left, and now the little ghost is surrounded by only chattering broken sword souls and majestic statues high above, and no one has come to comfort this little prince of the ghost clan who grew up with a golden key in his mouth.

"Why are you still crying?" A cold voice sounded out of nowhere, a spatial door quietly opened outside the temple, and the wild elf demigod walked in from outside the door, and saw the little ghost sitting on the ground slightly stunned.

The little ghost, who was actually a child who relied heavily on his elders, quickly stood up and rushed towards Gagir, apparently trying to throw himself into his arms.

But the strength of his left foot was obviously not mastered well, and his body rushed out directly, and the violent momentum was as terrifying as the legendary magic cannonball created by the goblin, which could almost shatter the mountains in one fell swoop!

Gagir couldn't help but gasp when he saw the momentum of the little ghost, this child's strength was terrifying, that majestic momentum with a violent wind, blowing the cold face of the wild elf demigod, and blowing his long hair tied behind his head.

The wild elf demigod raised his hand, and almost instantly built a magic circle, six runes spread out in a radial shape, and the milky white mana slowly released out, and the little ghost who was as violent as a cannonball was stunned, and his body stopped in mid-air.

"What's wrong with you?" said two formless and qualitative hands behind Gargil, slowly placing the little ghost on the ground, looking at the reckless child, and asked curiously.

"I... I can't control this body..."The little ghost knelt on the ground like an unmarried girl, and carefully raised his hand for fear of hurting himself, and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"So... You practice?... It's really... "Gagir looked at the floor of the temple and saw that the incomparably hard elemental soil was covered with scars, footprints, handprints, knife marks, and everything, which were caused by small ghosts.

"I... I... I'm sorry..."The little ghost was a little overwhelmed, thinking about the earth-shattering practice he had done in the past two months, and the scratches that Yumei had carved on the ground, which had indeed caused a lot of damage to this temple.

However, the majestic statue that could speak did not react, only a few simple flashes, as if in response.

"Who told you you you needed to practice? Never mind... It's also my fault that I didn't grasp the speed of time, so I should have told you in advance. Gagil stretched out his hand again, picked up the little ghost sitting on the ground, and walked towards the temple.

Gagir glanced at Yumei Taidao, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, his eyes couldn't help but froze, and his stern gaze stared at Taidao, as if he was waiting for something.

Yumei was frightened by Gagir's gaze, and the demigod powerhouse's gaze was so sharp, as if it wanted to shatter its invincible self. can only take the initiative to fly up and burrow into the waist of the little ghost.

"This old man is so scary...", Yumei muttered quietly in a barely audible voice.

Gagir had continued to walk in the direction of the idol, but when he heard this, he almost fell, his appearance had nothing to do with aging, he touched his handsome cheek, and wondered in his heart, is it already old?

Gagir ignored Yumei's broken thoughts, put the little ghost in front of the idol, solemnly bowed to the idol, and then straightened the little ghost's body.

"Child, I'm going to seal your body, probably to the same extent as your original body, and you can't control this kind of body at all. Gagir said in a warm voice as much as he could, but the smell of indifference was unavoidable.

The little ghost's eyes darkened obviously, he thought that he was too wasteful, he couldn't even grasp a body well, and being sealed meant that he couldn't use the energy of this body in the future, and this sense of disparity was really a little difficult for him to accept.

"You don't have to worry, I will teach you the magic of manipulating the Nine Demon Flames, which you should have mastered by nature, but it has been forgotten. Gagir saw the little ghost's sadness, and reached out to caress the top of the boy's head, with compassion from the elders in his eyes.

"What I want to seal is the heart core of the Heavenly Realm Lord, there are a total of ten layers of seals, and when you reach a certain strength, it will automatically unseal one layer, which will make you more powerful and have an incentive effect. ”

Gagir stroked the little ghost's chest with his hand, and a variety of patterns appeared, intertwined with the ghost's plum runes all over his body, forming a beautiful painting.

"You... Got it all?"

The little ghost was shocked, Gagil really knew the identity of the son of prophecy, and looking at his expression, it was obvious that he had known it for a long time.

"You don't have to say more, I know everything, it's all fate, although I really don't believe in the god of fate who was easily killed by Nyaratotip..."