"Things seem to be taken care of, and it's time for me to go back. Su Ge, who was lying on the bed, said suddenly.

Shiryl said meaninglessly, "Fooling those sorceresses again?"

Su Ge's eyes widened: "Can the preaching between believers be called fooling!?"

Shiryl pursed her lips disdainfully, "Shameless." ”

Kiss!

Suge hugged Shiryl's face and kissed it hard: "I'm fast." ”

After saying that, he lay down beside her and fell asleep.

Shiryl pursed her lips, supported her body with her arms, and looked sideways at the sleeping Su Ge, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "If you continue like this, this human will will continue to condense and solidify, and when the time comes, it's time to unlock the secret that even I don't know." ”

Meanwhile, the Land of Nightfall.

The land of night, shrouded in the shadows of the abyss, is in the dim evening of the year all year round.

Because of the gloomy environment, countless evils have been nourished, and it has also become the focus of all cults.

Over the years, there have been countless battles here, and I don't know how many people have died.

The positions of the lords are constantly changing, and even the shops on the streets are constantly being renovated, but there are two areas that are eternal pure land.

One is the Hearst Family Fort located in the peak of the Haze Mountain.

The other is the old king's homeland on the north side of the Land of Nightfall.

It's always so quiet, even deadly.

The deserted land, the ruined palaces, the statues of the knights in armor standing there, all symbolize the longevity and strangeness of this place.

This is a gray and dilapidated world, and it seems that all outsiders who stand here will lose their color, and be quickly assimilated by the gray that has been precipitated for countless years.

Or turn into the white bones on the ground, or become dust in the ruins.

However, there is no absolute existence in the world, and some people are destined to be extraordinary, and they are destined to be unable to be assimilated by any being.

Today, the eternally gray wasteland of the Old King has welcomed an outsider.

It was a beautiful, kind, saint-like woman.

Dressed in a white robe, with bare feet that have been coveted by countless men, she walked barefoot in this world woven by time and gloom.

At this time, the white of her clothes and the black of her hair were so conspicuous, extra dazzling in this gray world, like a little light in the endless darkness.

The walking saint should have a calm complexion and self-disturbing elegance.

However, the saint's face had a peculiar flush. The ruddy didn't make her any blasphemy, it just ruined some kind of inhuman taste on her body. Pull a being that is about to detach itself from humanity back into the definition of humanity.

Ada felt a little annoyed in her heart, for she was already a little tired from having traveled halfway around the world, but just as she was about to meditate, the comfort and friction that had upset her came from there again.

This made her already tired spirit even more disorganized.

Fortunately, her spirit was no longer human, and at this moment she finally calmed down and stepped into this forbidden land for the living.

The white and tender fingers touched the gentle feeling left over from the contact between her face and her lips, and the corners of Ada's mouth rarely showed a soft smile that belonged to a human being, as if she thought about the person she missed the most in her heart.

In contemplation, a cacophony of rattling sounds rang out.

In the ruins of a house, a statue that has stood for an unknown amount of time has been transformed into a living person.

The heavy dust on his body fell like armor, revealing the gray armor underneath that was riddled with sword dents.

"The palace of my king is not far away from any outsider. "The warrior wore an oval helmet and could not see clearly, as if he had not spoken for a long time, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as piercing as a stone mill grinding against bones.

Ida raised her head, and the longing and tenderness on her face instantly receded. The perfect and holy face showed that inhuman appearance.

"You are not qualified enough, call your master out. Ada's tone is calm and calm, but it gives people an inhuman indifference, which is obviously nice but makes people shudder, like a robot without any feelings.

The warrior was silent for a moment, as if he was working more comfortably in the brain circuits that had not been used for a long time.

After a few seconds, the warrior replied, "My king is asleep and will not see anyone, so leave quickly." ”

"I know if she slept or not, and one last time, get out of the way. Ida replied indifferently.

Click......

The scabbard of the sword, already filled with rust and dust, made a screeching sound, and the warrior had now drawn his broadsword and looked at Ada with cold eyes.

"What a loyal group of warriors, and it reminds me of the knights under that little one. A smile flashed across Ada's face as she looked at the warrior's resolute face.

The smile only flickered, and at the same time she had already raised her hand.

The saint has no heart, and takes the heart of the people as his heart.

If the people are heartless and ruthless, the saints will naturally be heartless and ruthless.

The moment Ida raised his hand, the warrior suddenly raised his broadsword to protect him in front of him, and his whole body suddenly erupted with countless terrifying heat, which was about to enter the form of an immortal.

However, in the next second, the shadowless and invisible power had completely entangled his body.

The outstretched fingers gradually clenched, and the indescribable presence quickly crushed the warrior.

At the critical moment......

In the depths of the palace, a dark light suddenly came from Ada.

Ada didn't move, as if she didn't see the light.

Rumble!

There was a thud, and the black light did not hit Ada, but on the warrior's body.

Ada's large, invisible hand was directly interrupted.

The warrior who had restored his freedom did not speak, and stood quietly in place.

"Come in, I've been waiting for you for a while. The cold mature female voice came from somewhere.

That tone, that kind of artistic conception, is like a lonely king high above.

Ida took a step and walked deeper into the ruins.

The warrior looked at Ada's back, was silent for a moment, returned to its place, sheathed his sword, closed his eyes and remained motionless, transforming into a statue again.

Through the ruins of broken bricks and bricks, Ada finally found herself in a huge palace that had been mostly destroyed.

The palace was filled with statues-like warriors.

The great basilica was covered with dust, fallen pillars, and fallen bricks.

At the end of the main hall, there is a throne high above.

The throne was made of some kind of pitch-black stone, and it was still as clean as new after countless years.

On the throne, there is a king with a somewhat delicate figure.

She wears a jet-black, scaly armor. The hem of the scaly skirt of her lower body covered her legs.

The armor on the upper body is delicate and close-fitting, with a dragon-like pattern.

The fair face is delicate and beautiful, and the face is covered with a pitch-black blindfold mask.

Silver hair coiled on top of his head, with a dark gold crown on it.

There are four towering dragon horns in the crown, each dotted with jewels that resemble stars.

The crown has obviously undergone a special treatment, even after countless years, it is still bright and shining, like a star in the sky, like a gem that will never fade, luxurious and noble.

Who would have thought that the rumored Old King, who ruled over countless terrifying undead knights, would actually be such a small woman with a delicate face?

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