New life, new life, new life!

The sound of the tide across the times was born in the ruins, and the people also looked at the sky to sing its praises.

Justice, justice, justice!

Your light is so poisonous that it only makes people panic

Believe in you for your happiness and for your pain

I don't believe in you for your pain, but for your happiness

You give the world day, and you give the world night

I don't believe in heaven or hell

What is the difference between faith and you in a world where it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood?

I can only hate you as I hide in the abyss and sing with my voice.

A large demonic creature more than two meters wide slowly rose from the dark spatial passage, it was like a sphere composed of soft brain tissue, and the mottled skin had all the colors in the spectrum, looking dark and gray, and covered with a layer of greasy light on the stretched skin!

Two huge tentacles hang in front of its body, serving as its legs.

And more of the relatively small antennae, always entangled, entangled around the perimeter of the body, seem to help it maintain its balance.

Many mouths and eyes are randomly located in the "front" of the creature's body.

It has surprisingly golden eyes, black pupils, and a mouth with teeth as sharp as needles.

This is the terrible High Horror Demon!

But it's not ordinary.

If an ordinary demon had been summoned, and seeing that he was trapped by a wizard's trap, and knowing that he had been deceived by a few pieces of blood food made of human internal organs, he would have already thundered and roared angrily.

And it~ first swept the arrangement of the iron walls around the "one" eye, let the heavy magic circle bind it in place, and then, like an elegant gentleman, began to raise its tentacles instead of knives and forks to eat—a delicious flesh and blood sacrifice with a breath of despair, fear, and hatred in front of it.

......

The main castle of the Duke of Bartholomew is still a wave of joyful and frolicking, whether it is a colorful whirlwind, or a glass touch, or a poetic dialogue, and every guest enjoys or participates in it with his acquaintance.

The dawn of a new day is coming, and the sky has somehow hung through the clouds, flickering and dimming, like the red light on the burnt firewood, gradually seizing the brilliance of all the human noise on the ground.

One of his warriors rushed into the back door of the castle with a panicked expression, and when he found the master of Maligaro, he immediately said anxiously: "Something happened! The two people we hired to intercept the letter of the Cartel Federation have not returned yet, and they have not replied to the text message several times. Eighty percent have already suffered an accident!"

Maligaro's worst fears came true, and he asked with a straight eyebrow, "Did Griff's men find them, can you be sure that the letter has fallen into their hands?"

If Griff and the Cartel Federation have really been contacted, they can only stop their operations for the time being, otherwise the old lone husband will find out that they are playing tricks, and their upcoming assassination will definitely turn into a bloody purge.

And if it doesn't work out this time, it's hard to get a second chance!

So the sweaty warrior said unusually calmly: "No, we checked the center of the communication stone, and found that they sent back six words before they died: "The supreme warrior kills me." But monitoring the people in the city did not find any suspicious strangers or unusual movements. In addition, I have informed the internal response of the top management of the East Storm Ocean Company, and asked them to secretly intercept anyone who wants to send a letter to Griff. No worst case has yet been discovered. ”

The worst-case scenario he spoke of was naturally the desperate plan of the two dukes, Bartholomew and Maligaro.

Because everyone is doing this with their heads pinned to it, after all, once they fail, they will be beaten by the East Storm Ocean Company - "Sudden death, the cause of death is unknown." ”

Just like the chess pieces that have lost political struggles in history!

Once the operation against Griff begins, it will be a dagger to succeed or fail, and even if the assassination fails, all forces must be mobilized to forcibly kill the legendary wizard Griff with heavy casualties.

"This plan of action has been going on for a long time, and too many people's expectations and financial resources have been invested in it, and even if it is not triggered now, there is no guarantee that someone will not accidentally leak it afterwards," Maligaro said. It's better to fight once, and maybe there is a chance of success. If we retreat at this time, then Griff will liquidate us one by one later. At that time, all those who support us will suffer greatly!"

Bartholomew's eyes moved slightly to think about it, and then said, "In that case, then I will immediately ask my subordinates to use a spell to predict the location of the corpse and find out what happened!" Seeing that the other party nodded, he turned and left.

......

The sky outside the laboratory has been slightly lowered.

The scarred horror demons in the circle have turned into a puddle of sloppy ooze monsters piled up in the binding circle.

His flesh had been scorched, thick blood had completely covered the runes of the ground circle, its chrysanthemum-like mouthparts had been smashed like the core of a withered flower, a large number of red and green tentacles had all been broken, and transparent mucus was overflowing from dozens of bursting eye sockets...... No, the entire demon's body has been beaten into a human stick.

Even the original terrifying appearance is now more like a melon and fruit that has stepped on the ground!

But the remaining pairs of big eyes were still staring at Ulysses, and the terrified Andrew, who was still bound in the circle as a spare mana "sacrifice", there was no fear in those terrible dark yellow eyes, there was no despair, and even~ seemed to be full of joy for hatred!

Yes.

There is only a look of joy and yearning, a strange look that cannot be understood by human beings!

This can only happen to neurological patients who are full of violent masochistic tendencies.

It responded to the frustrated Ulysses with a certain mental inspiration: "O ignorant man, despair, fear, and hatred are my food! Sorrow, pain, and tyranny are my laurels! You cannot extract my soul, for I will be with the dark side of the whole city, and I feel that more pain is coming, and nothing can restrain hatred and chaos." ”

Ulysses had just tried the last soul extraction, but the last effort had failed!

He let out a roar of frustration and removed Andrew's ability to restrain him.

Andrew walked out of the circle node tremblingly, and asked in horror, "Teacher, don't you kill me?!"

"Why should I kill you?"