In the realm of shadows, black and white render the courtyard, the once prosperous and colorful world disappears, the shadow demon spiders that can be seen everywhere fill the field of vision, and the floating shadows hide in the dark shadows.

When that heavy coercion appeared in the realm of shadows, the shadow demon spider lowered its ugly face, and its scarlet eyes were filled with frenzy from the depths of the soul, and the shadows stepped out of the shadows, half-kneeling on the ground, as if to welcome something.

Modrian calmly gazed at the black and white surging in the depths of the courtyard, the faint inviolable majesty made him feel a little uneasy, and a solemn look appeared on his white face.

Da! Da! Da!

The sound of brisk footsteps sounded from the depths of the shadows, and the already dense black and white colors slowly parted, revealing a young man in a black robe, with long blond hair unrestrained and scattered over his shoulders, followed by a gray-haired old man, like a butler.

As the two of them advanced, a cold aura permeated the courtyard, flanked by trembling shadow spiders and kneeling shadows on the marble floor.

"Long time no see, my dear brother, Modrian!" A hoarse and gloomy voice came from the shadows, pulling up the blonde hair slightly, and a handsome and dashing face appeared in the dark shadow realm.

Hearing this, Modrian's brown pupils suddenly constricted, and ripples rippled in his already calm and waveless eyes, he didn't expect that the figure engraved in the depths of his soul would appear here.

"Kadir Jeffrey Perris!"

A low murmur echoed softly in the air, and he looked at the blonde young man in a black robe, his handsome and dashing face was dotted with a pair of pale blue eyes, and his thin lips pulled into a cold smile, as if he was looking at a prey that was about to die, pity and excitement.

"Yes, long time no see, my brother, I didn't expect to see you here!" Modrian stepped forward and looked up slightly at Kadir standing on the steps of the courtyard, he couldn't control the trembling of emotions in his heart.

I can't remember how long it has been!

Modrian shook his head slightly, whenever he digested and fused the memory fragments of his past life in the dead of night, he would always inexplicably recall the figure that he had worked so hard to remember.

Now, when the time comes, the image in the depths of memory is shattered, turning into a real existence in front of him, abrupt and surprising.

"So, the realm of shadows here is your handiwork? Do you want to get rid of me so much? ”

Smack! Smack!

Kadir applauded softly and looked at Modrian with a cold smile on his face: "Sure enough, it has changed, and it has become much smarter than before, but unfortunately, the waste is still the waste, even if the father guy gives you more strength?" It can't change the results that we set out today. ”

Rubbish? Modrian raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything more, instead continuing to watch Kadir's performance.

"Why, don't you admit it? If it weren't for my father's partiality, do you think you would have walked to Limontamlu and come here? Kadir looked at the indifferent Modrian, and there was a rage in his heart that could not be released.

Damn, does this shit really think it's its own efforts to get what it has now?

"Everything you have should belong to me, I, the first heir of the Perris family, you know? Modrian! A hoarse roar rang out, sweeping through the shadows, and at the same time making Kadir lose the grace he had maintained, and add to the stench of gloomy and twisting.

Thinking back to the events of the past few years, and Modrian's fame in the Northlands of the Kingdom, those things that should have belonged to him have become delusions under his father's eccentricity! (The seeds of hatred are buried in the depths of the soul, causing Kadir to lose his mind and reason.) ）

"Haha, you?" Modrian shook his head, chuckling mixed with questioning, as if mocking Kadir.

"Who the hell is the waste, the result will come out tonight, I hope my father won't be sad!"

"Huh?! I guess I won't be sad. Modrian tilted his head, his brown eyes full of coldness, and spat out words like sharp blades cutting through the heart of Kadir in front of him.

"The breath of the abyss, or the breath of the devil, or the breath of the devil?" Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the white-haired old man following behind Kadir and said mockingly. "And a demon with a filthy scent? Hey, that's really fun! ”

"You say yes, right? My brother, fallen believer of the abyss! ”

Rumble!

In the realm of shadows, the black and white environment suddenly changed, and a heavy aura descended, coming from Kadir and the white-haired old man behind him.

"You shouldn't know so much!" After a moment of silence, Kadir spoke with gloomy eyes, a faint black mist swirling around his body, floating between the illusions and faintly turning into the appearance of an abyssal gargoyle, but it was even larger and more terrifying.

"Sometimes knowing too much can lead to death!"

"Hehe, you're laughing, the Grim Reaper won't look at me." Modrian's expression remained unchanged, and he moved his steps lightly and slowly took a few steps back.

"What's more, as a pawn, you still don't understand? The advent of the Shadow Realm has made this place the center of attention of many forces in Limontanlu at this moment. ”

"Or is it that the master you believe in behind you didn't tell you the truth?"

The cruel words were like uncovering the scars of pain, and Kadir's calm face changed color, but he was not stupid, and there was reason under hatred, and since it had happened irreparably, then he would strive to be the victor, and then it would be proved who was the true heir of the Perris family.

And his main reliance now is the Shadow Realm that exists now, and the existence of the One standing behind him.

"Fielding, according to the contract signed, it's time for you to make a move!"

"Do as you ask, Lord Kadir!" The white-haired old man Fielding said with a slight bow, and then took off the black robe that covered his figure.

After returning to the light, this wonderful world made him feel nostalgic, and if he was not forced to do so, he did not want to change his body, which would have left him in an ugly state for a few days.

Unfortunately, in order to let this noble son sign the devil's contract, he had to attach some additional terms to the contract, such as helping him take revenge and kill his younger brother.

"It's really a jaw-dropping aristocratic circle, even more terrifying than some parts of the abyss!"

"However, I like it very much, the feeling of killing nobles makes me crazy!" Fielding looked up at Modrian, who was not far away, his wrinkled face with a strange and perverted smile.

Well, a group of aristocratic private soldiers, although they have good strength, but in his opinion, it is just like that, the existence of easy slaughter, but it is the burly man who makes him feel a trace of palpitations.

"The blood of the strong, I like it!"

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