Cruztal, who became a dark elf, looked at his body blankly, the triple chains were hidden in his body, as long as he used the power of the devil, the terrifying suppressive power would reappear.

Other than that, he, no, was her.

She is a female dark elf with a toned and full body and no power to restrain chickens.

Cruztal soothed up from the ground, shook the huge black ball of the waves, and half-knelt in front of Al.

The face full of wildness has another charm of surrender, which greatly satisfies the man's sense of conquest.

I have to say that the elves are indeed the embodiment of the beauty of this world, whether it is the surface elves or the underground elves, they are all suffocatingly beautiful.

"Oh, my master. So you want to punish me like this. ”

"Come on, come on, I can't wait. Let me carry your powerful blood in my body and bear you a child. ”

In a fit of rage, Alastel reached out his giant hand from the shadows and slapped her to the ground, followed by a dozen punches in anger. It's like the only son in the family who is favored and angry when he sees the junior who comes to the door with his illegitimate child.

The dark elf's body was shattered by Alastel's beating, revealing the triple chains entangled inside, and slowly recovered, like an immortal body.

This is not real flesh and blood, but a form bound by spells. The form will not crumble unless the triple chains inside are broken, or Cruztal's will is worn out.

Al looked at her coldly, and for the first time showed a fierce and cruel chuckle.

"Don't worry, my lowly servant. ”

"I said, I'm going to make you look good. ”

"Sauta, will you meet my request?"

Kruztal's beautiful face changed, and a bottomless abyss of burning flames suddenly opened up beneath him.

"No, you can't do that to me! Master! Please, don't!"

The female dark elf lay on the edge in horror and tried to climb out, but the huge hand that had been rough suddenly grabbed her slender body.

Cruztar, who burned with brimstone flames, roared with uncontrollable excitement in the abyss.

"Ahh

"There is simply no better gift than this!"

"Come on, my little darling, I can't wait!"

Cruztar screamed and tried to blow himself up, but was suppressed by Sauta, the first demon of the Endless Abyss.

The brimstone flames, the burning Cruztar was in pain.

His legs were roughly broken, and a heartfelt moan could be heard from the endless abyss.

As the abyssal gate closed, a sharp, vicious, angry curse of the dark elves came from within.

"Albenstock! Look back often! I'm right behind you!"

"Bang"

Flames flew, and gates shut, severing Cruztal's curse of despair.

In the firelight, Al's face was filled with madness and pleasure.

This is the true face of his suppressed heart!

What is there to fear from death! Life is not as happy as death!

These cheap breeds who want to harm him, he will come to the door one by one.

The demons are chaotic, but they are especially disgusted with the demons of the order camp. In the Scarlet Plains, where the abyss and hell are connected, the war has lasted for tens of thousands of years, and hundreds of millions of demons and demons have turned into flesh and blood every day.

Good creatures are disgusted to them by the opposition of forces, while demons and demons are indeed disgusted by instinct.

I want to tear them apart, eat their flesh, and imprison them for eternity.

Cruztar is a great devil, eternal, except for the Lord of the Nine Layers of Hell in this world, not even the true gods can rush into hell to kill him. The environment of hell and abyss will greatly weaken the power of the true god.

So for the immortal devil, there is nothing more shameful than falling into the hands of the devil.

Even if it is just a trace of will, it is enough to become a laughing stock in the lower world, especially among their fellow devils, and the ridicule will be even harder.

The sulphurous flames of the forest and the demonic fire of Arr burned the night sky red.

The rescue of the Church of Light was already felt in the forest as the chanting of the Three Realms of Mantra echoed, watching from afar as Al banished a demon to the abyss of hell.

A lone white guardian sword, firmly protecting Barton and Celia.

Blakeney, who used his life to wield the sword of protection, did not even leave a body.

Perhaps only the pendant given to Al proved that he did exist.

Al looked at the only remaining lightsaber suspended in the air, and his expression gradually calmed down.

Even if he is fully targeted, there are indeed many means that have never been exposed, and there is no need for him to meddle in his affairs at all.

He kept shouting to protect the light in his heart, but how could there be light in his heart?

When dealing with the devil, he finally took off the mask of his hypocrisy, revealing the madness, cruelty, and darkness in his bones.

So, does Blakeney's self-righteous sacrifice make sense?

Will he feel guilty about it?

He didn't feel guilty, he didn't feel the guilt of living up to Daniel's expectations, he didn't feel guilty about Blakeney's death.

Perhaps, Ms. Yue already knew what he really looked like, so she didn't want to talk to him.

He is just a pawn, an instrument of the gods to carry out their conspiracy.

Al felt lost, and there was no one to tell him about his inner sadness.

Under the fearful gaze of the crowd, he turned away and walked into the dark forest.

A little, a sigh passed away in the wind

"Your Majesty, why did you choose me?"

He didn't expect an answer, and he didn't feel much disappointed that Ms. Yue didn't respond to him.

But there was a moonlight that shone upon him like a beacon, banishing darkness and loneliness for him.

Seeing that Al still didn't respond, a soft female voice flowed through his heart.

"Blakeney and I are willing to protect the light in your heart, are you willing to protect it yourself?"

Al stopped blankly and looked at the bright silver moon in the sky.

Hazy, the moon in his eyes has a phantom of the past.

One thief for another thief who was seriously injured, thanked Al for his kindness.

"You are a model of the nobility of antiquity. ”

Daniel's adored smile:

"Mr. Albenstock, the angel is what you are. ”

He avenges the unjustified death of the villagers of Mado, and the priest of the goddess of harvest, Dinah, gives him a hug.

"May the full joy always be with you. ”

The oath of loyalty of the four knights, the smiles of Shirley and the children in the civilian district of the Eternal City, the solemn entrustment of the crystal tree, and all kinds of beautiful images are all appearing like memories.

In their eyes, Al is so bright, handsome, moving, and full of energy.

And what about him now?

Al waved his hand to open a sparkling mirror.

The resolute teenager inside, cold, cold, deep, exuding a thick darkness.

Who is he?