Amman took a step back, but not entirely out of fear, she faced a demon lord, and three seducers and three fire demons, who did not rush to tear apart their enemies, but resummoned the demons they could, and now, the half-plane was filled with almost an entire army of demons, Grazt was surrounded by seven six-armed snake demons, their blue-black snake tails from the waist down, but above the waist were plump bodies that would make any woman ashamed, their six arms sticking out from behind them, each holding a weapon。

The filthy miasma and grayish-black shadows spread from the ground where they stood, and the sky they flew over, but before that, Amman had lifted the pendant she had hung from her neck, and when Ingway left Emerald Grove, she had taken with her "Simire", a gem that could bring elves back to the fountain of life from anywhere, and another, named "Ellenny" The gem was left to his sister Amman, and unlike Simiel, its power was not to recall but to expel it, and it radiated a bright light like a star in Amman's hands, and the demons who were illuminated by this light all let out a cry of grief, and they shielded the light with their wings or arms, but they still dissolved helplessly in the gentle breeze.

Of course, Grazt could have resummoned his subordinates, but the Demon Lord was always very fond of changing his mind, and he drew his usual serpentine greatsword from the black flames, along with his heavy shield, which, as the elves' tome had written, was wrapped around countless small snakes, which in turn became a wriggling serpent, each of which spewed acid from its mouth, which could corrupt the Adamantite Mithril and the flesh of some tiny gods, and when Grazt needed to use it as he needed at this moment, its razor-sharp blade could slice through the body of his enemies and infuse it with acid。 And the shield that could envelop half of Grazt's body was inlaid with the eyes of every enemy he slain, and their souls attached to it, lamenting endlessly, although full of hatred for Grazt, had to be used by magic - even if Grazt raised this shield, the shield would not block his vision, and even help him see the enemies behind him and on both sides.

Amman was horrified that Grazter was not expelled from Ellenny, but the initial confusion had passed, and she let Erliny continue to hang on her chest, raising her sword, as Ingway's sister, she received the same education as him, although in terms of talent and character, she could not compare with Ingway, but after such an accident, the anger in her heart burned even more because of the elves' hatred and hatred of demons- Without hesitation, she met Grazt's serpentine greatsword, the small snakes shrank in the light of Ellenny, unable to spew venom, and Grazt's spell-like abilities were also partially unusable, but even if Grazt didn't use spells, he was still a strong and tall demon, swinging his greatsword and slapping with his shield, each blow forcing Amman to back down or bend his knees.

The otherwise deserted and empty half-plane was littered with traces of their slate, Amman chanting and casting spells, and Grazt was always with countless magical paraphernalia and gems, and the terrain and clouds were constantly changing.

Amman shouted the last syllable, and vines and thorns burst out of the ground, wrapping around Grazt's legs and body, and then burning and corroding by fire and acid, and as Grazt came out of the black mire, tiny seeds fell from the sky, and they landed on Grazt's hair, cheeks, and body, and immediately began to sprout and grow, their roots almost piercing the skin of the Demon Lord, and the edges of the branches and leaves were like sharp teeth, making a trembling sound as they gnawed at Grazt。 "So the elves also collect this evil seed?" said Grazt, who grew in the city of Marks and fed on the flesh and blood of living beings.

"You are the ones who make them evil. Amman said, but she also knew that she had been able to hold on until now because Grazt wanted to taste her fear and grief. She did feel remorse as the terrible demon had said, she just didn't think that the shapeshifter who was following her daughter Lucieu, using the body of her best friend Eloch, was not the usual shapeshifter in such situations- If Ingway was still the owner of the Silvercrown Forest, he might have reminded his sister that the outside world had become more dangerous than she thought, but he was gone, and as his heir, Kerry was born in the Silvercrown Forest, he knew of Amman's existence, but he had not met her, and had only a shallow understanding of her, and in Kerryben's heart, the ruler of the Emerald Grove should be as wise and calm as his own father, and knew everything— As for Cremar and Adele, Amman is a complete stranger to them, and although they have all heard her name, for them, especially Cremar, the Lich is indifferent - of course, you can't ask a person who has been ruthlessly abandoned or even almost ended his life to have a crush on the initiator, and the Otherworldly Soul is out of sympathy and a hint of embarrassment for the cohabitant, after all, Emerald Grove has unequivocally rejected all non-elven approaches. It's not a naïve Lucieu, to be honest, it always feels like Lucieu's back is like an arrow target every time Lucieu is with her.

Amman stepped on the solid rock, and the runic gems sandwiched between the two shattered, and the dazzling light rose into the air, turning into countless arrows in the air, which roared and shot into the darkness where Grazt was, and burst after the impact.

The owner of Emerald Forest Island did not wait for the result, she made a mistake, she had to correct her mistake, she waved her arm and raised the pendant, intending to return to the main material plane, she knew that such an act was very risky, it was very likely, she would be seriously injured or killed, but in any case, she also had to make the elves of Forest Island vigilant, she couldn't imagine what kind of terrible disaster the elven homeland would suffer if they continued to be deceived by "Eloher"- Amman could almost feel the magic in the air, and the light and shadow around her were changing rapidly, but the moment she left the half-plane, she was clutched.

She fell from the air to the ground, light as a speck of dust, and when she wanted to cry, her tongue was so numb that she couldn't move, and her throat seemed to be bound by something, even if it was just a shock.

"Eloch", or more accurately, Grazt fell in front of her, if Amman was like a speck of dust, he was like a shadow, he looked at Amman through Eloch's shell, and when his eyes, which were as warm and bright as the summer sea, were used by a demon, they were like moss growing from the deepest swamp, just looking at these eyes, one could instantly plunge into the abyss of despair.

Amman knew she had to make her final choice, her body twitched slightly, and death was immediately called upon her, and her soul was detached from her body in an instant—in a short time, almost immeasurably instant, she was able to go to the mourning wasteland, return to the knees of Angelis, the god of life, and the priests would immediately receive the warning she had brought—but Grazt reached out and grabbed the thin, beautiful and pure soul.

Between the dark fingers of the Six-Fingered King, Amman's soul struggled, she was lifted, and before she was devoured by Grazt, she saw her own body, which was firmly bound by a slender rope, no, it was not a rope, it was a black snake, and when it raised its head and looked at Amman, Amman could only see the bottomless darkness.

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Grazt bowed slightly to the black snake, it did not belong to Grazt, but one of the clones of the Chaos Serpent Ahriman, if it weren't for the creation god who gave Grazt extra power, Grazt would not have been able to deceive the eyes and ears of Angelis, the god of life, so easily, although Six Fingers occupied three full levels in the bottomless abyss and imprisoned a true goddess, he would never want to become Angelis's enemy, or rather, an enemy on the surface, he thought he was not qualified for the time being.

If possible, in another battle of the gods, this devil-like cunning demon would prefer to stand in a neutral position and see what discount there is to fight, but he did not dare to refuse the order from Asmodeus - the two serpents of order created the existence of the entire universe, and when the universe was still in chaos, as the original and powerful spokesmen of order, they created the basic framework of the plane, and agreed to the pedestal of law and faith, and at that time, many gods were still in ignorance. If in the end, if they hadn't fought frantically because they wanted to put order and evil, order and goodness on the highest plane, which led to their own weakness, it would be hard to say what the current god system should look like.

The presence of Asmodeos, the king of the devils, who could make him a little devil, would certainly make Deglazt bow down, but he had always been a man of self-amusement, and he carefully tasted Amman's soul, searched her memories, and in the darkness before dawn came, he lowered his head and looked at the fountain of life at his feet. The Emerald Grove Island is surrounded by seawater, and the elves of Eya drink almost all the spring water that overflows from here, if he wants to get a corrupt and depraved Grove Island, he only needs to filthy spring water to do it, very light and simple, but in this way, it will definitely attract the attention of Angelis, which neither Grazt nor Ahriman wants to see - but Grazt is not agitated by this, he likes it very much, beautiful, pure, closed, for a demon lord, is there a better playground than this?

Although before having fun, he still has to complete the work delivered by Ahriman. The Demon Lord stretched out his finger and touched the spring, and the place he touched suddenly boiled uneasily, and Grazt immediately injected Amman's blood, which was still full of vitality and calmed the spring, and they began to rotate around Grazt's fingers, and under the wrong guidance, the whirlpool expanded rapidly, and the depth of the bottom far exceeded the height of the white coral pond seat, and at the same time, the whirlpool rose from the water, tilted, and formed a rotating round door, and the Demon Lord pushed it casually, and walked in through the open door。

In the midst of the Silver Crown Forest, Ingway built the Van Velilyn, but if there is anything that Van Veilin can't see, it may only be found in the Emerald Forest Island's Sands of Time, and one of the reasons Grazt is here is for this.

Van Weilin is a vast and clean lake, and the elves who want to find records or documents need to take a small boat into the lake, and then think about what they want and reach out, so that it will swim into their hands like a fish. The sand of time on the island of Emerald Forest looks more dangerous and unfathomable than Wanweilin, it looks like an endless hourglass, white sand pours down from above, piling up into hills and mountains under the feet of visitors, and those who walk in it must have an extremely strong will and simple thought, otherwise they will fall into the white sand until they reach the top.

Grazt certainly had a strong will (every demon and demon lord has this kind of thing, otherwise they would not have been able to climb out of the bottomless abyss), but pure thought may not, his huge heart is full of intrigue and intrigue, but with the disguise and guidance of the chaotic serpent Ahriman, he can walk leisurely on the white sands, and only occasionally glance at it, he can see his own essence - not "Eloch" , not a handsome, dark-skinned man, but a hideous and filthy monster, all the ugly traits you can find in him, "It's been a long time." Grazt thought, and then in the next moment he stopped, and closed no less than a hundred eyes, where there was not even the slightest wind, and the sound of falling sand was monotonous, and only Grazt could distinguish the different sounds. These voices emanated from the documents and records hidden by the elves, and although the elves disguised them as the same gravel, each gravel contained different resentment, resentment, and hatred, and Grazt was the best at listening.

Pitch-black claws reached into the air, then lightly paired.

Grazt pinched, rather than holding or grabbing a whole handful of sand, he caught only one of them, the one he needed.