"Is it really different?" Ostahl said that as a red-robed sorcerer who had completely distorted himself, his current appearance was more like a dragon or a devil than a human, with countless spines peeking out of the joints of his back and limbs, fine scales covering every inch of his skin, his eyes like molten gold, his pupils almost like an erect black line, the skills and experience he had done on His Majesty the Emperor of the White Tower, who had inflicted on him hundreds of times more pain than them, but Ostal was so eager that he often stood in front of the mirror and stared at his naked body, from the mmenous wings to the tailFrom scales to thorns, almost everything he uses comes from the Red Dragon, whose soul roars in his body, "I am the heir of the Red Dragon," Ostahl said to himself countless times, "I will finish Gredi's unfinished business, and I will become the Lord of the Dragons, a great god." ”

His power has become incomparably stronger, but on the contrary, his reason is gradually fading away from him, but the people around him, whether it is the little devil Asmodeos, or the warlocks of Grenada, or the spirits in the golem, will not remind him.

The former Norman king trembled when Ostal placed his claw-like fingers on Berdwin, he was the only golem who could return to Austal, but under Ostahl's probing gaze, a wave of remorse suddenly overwhelmed him - he suspected that the warlock would disassemble him to pieces in the next moment, take out his soul, and study each one in detail that was different from the other golems - but no, if he had to find something different...... Baldwin still knew, because the elves knew that this golem contained the soul of one of their jungle kings, Kerry's former best friend of mankind, which allowed him to break free from the shackles of vines and thorns, and when he jumped and fled, the elves stopped the dwarves from pursuing, and he didn't know why he had come back here, did he really believe the lies of the red robe, and thought that he could regain a new body, and once again walk as a strong and young human on the land that he was so attached to?

But for Ostahl, Berdwin's thoughts didn't matter, but when he saw through his memories that the elves were full of mixed emotions and stopped the dwarves' actions, he shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, "It seems that you are still very useful," he said, "Well, you have proved your worth, human, and you will be used by me in more important places." He said so, and reached out, thrusting his soul into an ugly piece of coal crystal amid Berdwin's screams of unease and despair.

"He once betrayed the elves," Sometime the little devil Asmodeos had landed behind the warlock, his small wings encircling his furry body, and his voice shrill as he said, "I must admit that all good emotions are a little annoying, but if we can use them, we will find them so cute." ”

Ostar didn't answer it, he wasn't Demont, he didn't let up on this little devil who always seemed to be around the key people, even if he had received a lot of help from the little devil, but everyone knew that the most vicious, smartest, and most brutal usurer in the world couldn't surpass a little finger of the devil, and what he got was marked with an invisible price, and he only hoped that he could really become strong, at least be able to ignore or afford the little devil's demand— Sometimes, he also suspected that Asmodeus was not just a little devil, but as a dragonborn, he couldn't even stretch out his tentacles into the bottomless abyss, and the darkness behind the little devil was not something he could guess and observe now.

"The Emperor is angry," the little devil continued in that shrill voice, "and the defeat of the Castle is evidently hard for him to bear. ”

Ostal gestured and hid the coal crystal in a place known only to him, "It doesn't matter," he said, "I know him, he is very intelligent, but he is very cowardly, and although he has ambitions that are incompatible with his body and soul, all he can do is howl in vain like a hyena in his palace." The warlock paused for a moment: "Of course, I will have someone to comfort him, now we still need an emperor, what my lord hopes is, we can spread the flames of war to the entire land and all the islands, and now the boots of the Falon Legion have only stepped on a few countries, and it is still far from the destination, dear, we need to hurry, Blazer Beach...... It's a pity, but what we wanted from the beginning was not just a victory—we had to recruit more soldiers, let humans fight against men, let their blood flood the altar of our Lord, let their bitter tears keep my lord's cup from drying, and let their souls build a grand temple of our lord—let the hypocrites think that they have seen the light of day, so that the war can continue endlessly, until only ...... remain."

The little devil Asmodeos suddenly raised his tail, and Ostar's words immediately disappeared from his lips - wait until ...... Only the followers and followers of the One True God remain in this plane, until the gods find that the power of their faith is weakening like a deep well that has been dug through, and when the war of the gods begins again...... What Asmodeus didn't notice and hear was the dragon, Ostar said in his heart, and when the gods were defeated, it was time for the dragons to return to this plane and become rulers of humanity and other races, and he would be their gods, their masters.

"Yes," said the little devil, sighing meaningfully, "we still have a lot to do." ”

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The little devil Asmodeos, as he had arrived, disappeared into the darkness once again without a sound.

It moves forward in the dark, like a fish entering the water, like a bird flying in the air, it is almost impossible to catch in the dark, because it is like a drop of water falling into the ink, it is originally a part of the darkness, it passes through several devils and demons in the darkness, it goes straight down like a human being falling into the abyss, down, down, the place it passes through is more and more barren, more and more desolate, more and more quiet, after that terrible turmoil and fusion, people call the place where demons and demons coexist the bottomless abyss, but is it really soEven Asmodeus wasn't sure, every time it came here, it wasn't even sure it would be able to return to its body, or that it had fallen here several times, with its separated body and memories.

Thinking about its body, even a small part of it is separated, it is enough for those soul maggots born in darkness and grow in darkness to transform into a powerful devil - although Asmodeus is not going to give up the rich reward because of this loss, but every time he can't help but feel a rare sadness, and for this reason, he has to add a few more high-level demons or devils to the feast in the morning, noon, and night to make up for his loss- There were always some mischievous uninvited guests in the canyon he inhabited, and Asmodeus could forgive them for coveting him and not torture them, but he couldn't always say sorry to his empty stomach.

It fell downwards until it felt the air around it become congealed and heavy, and it was softly embraced by the darkness, like a baby returning to its mother's womb.

This is the origin of all demons and demons.

"Ahriman. ”

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At the last moment, the little devil Asmodeos suddenly remembered a figure it occasionally glimpsed as it walked through the darkness, it was so huge, so cold, so fast, even the devil, or the devil could not catch its figure, maybe only a few devil lords, or demon lords were aware of it, but in order to avoid fighting against such a force, fighting, causing themselves to be injured, and thus being in a disadvantageous position in the increasingly sinister bottomless abyss, these clever fellows chose to turn a blind eye and listen to it– unless it's a common enemy they have to face. Of course, it's not.

The Prince, the six-fingered Grazt, sighs appreciatively in his tower of swans, and the creatures of the abyss often describe him as a devil-like creature, simply because he does have very similar hobbies to the devil in some places, such as his ability to appreciate "beauty" like the devil, especially the beauty of the strong. It was a bone dragon that had just passed through his three-story territory, and not only that, but before she was alive, it was an ancient silver dragon. The purer and more noble things are, the more likely they are to arouse evil desires, just as the devils and demons are keen to tempt the white robes and paladins to fall, and Grazt, while admiring her rugged and hard skeleton, regrets that it was not herself who caused her to fall—even though she had fallen into an immortal bone dragon, she was still so beautiful, so dangerous, so mesmerizing.

The bone dragon frost white passed through the bottomless abyss, and when she passed through the mourning wasteland, the ground left a snow-white mark in an instant, and even her soul was frozen in place, as did several unlucky demons and devils, who remained in their original state, motionless, until they were swept by the tiny wind, whether they had a body or not, they all shattered, and the gray-white gravel fell into the sand of the wasteland, emitting a meager mist, and then left no trace.

Jecob waited for the guest of the god of death in front of the crystal tower.

He was one of the oldest gods in the plane, the gods at that time did not need human faith to maintain their power, and the people at that time were also full of confusion and anxiety about death, and after getting tired of his duties, Jego handed over his priesthood to the other three gods, because the latter participated in or planned the theft of the Tablet of Fate, and their priesthood was later given to Ciric as a reward by the god of God, for this human transformation descendant, Jecob was not very satisfied, under his scheme, Ciric's former human companion Cranvo inherited the position of the god of death from his hands。

For Cranvo, Jecob is still very satisfied, although the new god of death is also human, but the shortcomings of human beings are not obvious in him, but to the ancient god quite regrettably, Cranvo's divinity once overwhelmed his humanity under his guidance, but because of the demise of the god of magic Midnight, his humanity has gradually crossed the divinity, if in normal times, Jerk may still have time and opportunity to slowly reverse this terrible weakness, but now, everyone knows that the god of conspiracy, Syrik, is about to move again, this self-proclaimed " The "One True God" madman is fourth on Jecob's list of disgust, well, given how long Jecob has been around, that's a good record to ignore.

Jecob hoped that it was the demigod lich Ederna who came here, but he also expected that Ederna would probably not easily enter the crystal tower of Kranvo, after all, everyone knew how invincible the gods would become in their own realm, but what he didn't expect was that Edelle would actually bring the bone dragon frost white back to the light of day - he was so confident that Frost White wouldn't chew him into slag? Not to mention the silver dragon that could once stand side by side with the founder of the Falun, even Jerk didn't think he would be so forgiving- Although Frostwhite's death was the work of the god of death, Kranvo, it was Ederna who refused to let Frostwhite return to the knees of the god of dragons and rest in peace.

If it is just to transform Frost White into a bone dragon and imprison her soul can be explained as too deep to extricate herself, then how can Edair's devouring behavior be explained? I believe that without Frost White's soul power, Eder would never have become a demigod lich in hundreds of years, don't think that there is only a ladder between the lich and the demigod lich, if it is really that simple, then the lich may have been extinct by the gods a long time ago.

The bone dragon showed a terrifying posture in the gray wind, and she looked down, Jecob's form was so small, but the bone-dragon soul could see the behemoth hidden beneath the shriveled body, and she bowed her head to pay homage to the ancient god—and Jecob couldn't help but have mixed feelings, he could almost see what was going on, but he had no right to hinder it, and there was no way to escape— He handed the quill in his right hand to his left, put it together with the file, then bowed slightly, and wordlessly made a greeting gesture to Frost White, and the bone dragon bowed to him again, bent his knees, and walked slowly and calmly into the tower.

Thinking of how Frost White had been persuaded by Edair again, Jego shook his head, "Love," he slapped at the gray robe, "what a thing that could never have been broken." ”