The Demon Emperor's Palace, the main hall.

On the throne in the center, the Demon Emperor stood still.

And those two heavy dark circles under his eyes made him look tired.

I had already fallen asleep, but I was awakened by a nightmare.

When he woke up, he didn't get angry, but he came to this big hall, looked up at the round moon outside the window, and his thoughts didn't seem to know where he was going.

A broken sword was quietly inserted in the center of the main hall.

And the black marble tiles on its floor are all new cracks. It looks like it was just thrown on the ground, and then left a trace.

The Demon Emperor sat on the throne and quietly watched the full moon.

Ever since he woke up and came to this hall, he has maintained this posture.

I don't know how long it took, but a long sigh sounded in this cold and dark hall.

The Demon Emperor's still body finally moved slightly.

Spread out the palms of your hands, and your palms are covered with stained sweat.

He stared at the sweat stains in his hands, as if his turbulent mood was still difficult to calm down.

"What kind of power is that?"

The Demon Emperor's lips trembled slightly, and his mind recalled everything that had really happened in the dream just now.

Those huge wings, those blood-red eyes.

The blood that remained on the sharp fangs, the eyes that looked at the world!

The Demon Emperor didn't want to think about it, he really didn't want to think about it.

He knew that even if he tried his best, he would definitely not be the opponent of the demon from hell.

Because he knew very well that he and the demon were definitely on two levels.

The broken sword was stuck in the ground, and the blade reflected back with a faint brilliance.

From the sharpness of this blade, you can faintly see the domineering of the year.

"Full Moon Night......

Raising his head, the Demon Emperor looked at the full moon in the void.

"It's a full moon again......"

......

The moonlight over Starlight City was blood-red, as if it was a harbinger of tonight's nightmare.

This nightmare will undoubtedly turn into reality, and it will also hang over the heads of all the creatures in Starlight City.

But this does not include Sinata, who has fled, and several of his cardinals.

The escape of the Archbishop of the Holy Clothes sent everyone's hearts to despair.

Originally, the owner of Starlight City, the kind and wise person, chose Mingzhe to protect his life when tens of millions of people were dying.

Good civilians are not angry, because they have no right to be angry.

And the subordinates he left behind did not complain, some were just sad.

By this time, they had finally shaken in their faith.

The Archbishop of the Holy Clothes is the spokesman of the God of Light in the world.

But the spokesperson will leave them behind at a critical juncture, so what will happen to the real Lord Light?

It turns out that the so-called faith is nothing more than the psychological comfort imposed on oneself, and in the face of absolute strength, all one can rely on is strength.

It's a pity that this kind of strength is unattainable in their lifetime.

So they can only face.

Face it with your own life.

It's nothing more than death, and it's not a big deal.

But if you lose your faith before you die, you will be a little confused.

No one was running away in a panic, because everyone knew that there was no point in running away.

In the face of this demon who can destroy a city in a snap of a button, everything is meaningless.

And they stood where they were, their faces as ashes.

They all seemed to feel that their souls had been taken away by demons, and their lives were slowly draining.

The demon Asmodeus floated in the air, with a heavy smell of blood.

This breath comes from hell.

Being stared at by the Demon Pupil like this, the hairs on Jester's back stood on end.

He knew very well that today's events would not end well.

Jester is not afraid of death, but he regrets it in his heart.

He regretted that he was too conceited, and finally brought his only friend Li Yanbei, as well as Nero and Collinder, who gradually began to like it, into this dead end.

If he didn't agree to the chief deacon, if he insisted on his position strongly, maybe the four of them were drunk with the girl in their arms in Brand's tavern, and definitely not in the middle of the night, facing the demons that could severely damage the Holy Emperor and the Demon Emperor.

"Come on, cultivator. ”

Asmodeus opened his mouth slightly, breaking the momentary silence.

His blood-red demonic eyes stared straight at Jester.

"Give me your life!"

Nero and Collinder had been terrified in the slightest, just because the smell of hell was terrifying.

They never imagined that their group would be the first prey to be targeted.

Their original idea was to take advantage of the chaos to escape while Sinnata was fighting with him.

But who would have thought that that sanctimonious guy would run away first, regardless of the lives of the people in his city.

But they don't have time to complain, after all, now is not the time to complain.

"Honorable Dark God, are you going to abandon your followers?"

The corners of Nero's mouth trembled slightly, and he prayed a rare prayer at a life-or-death moment.

If the dark god were to come back to life, he would be stunned by his prayers.

After all, this cynical guy will never pray to himself,

"Please save us. ”

Normally, Collinder would have laughed out loud when he heard Nero's prayers, but now he didn't say anything, and his face was already dead.

He knew very well how desperate his situation should be at this moment.

"!"

Jester gritted his teeth and threw a trembling Nero to Collind's side.

"I'm being targeted, you go first! Leave me alone! Make sure to take the deacon to a safe place. ”

Seeing Jester's resolute expression on his face, Collinder knew he was going to die.

But the last thing he wanted to see was Jester's desperate efforts.

Because he, like Jester, gradually began to appreciate this dark elder, and it was definitely not because of his strength and position or others, but simply the appreciation between friends.

"Nero!"

Collind's eyes sank, and his face was full of determination.

"You take the deacon master first, and Lord Jester and I stop the demon!"

As soon as these words came out, Jester was slightly shocked.

He looked at Collinder with a slight difference, only to find that Collinde's gaze was the same as his own.

The resolute Collint and the surprised Jester made Nero, who was originally trembling with fright, the tremor of his whole body inexplicably stopped.

"Shall I go first?"

Nero struggled to step forward and forcibly suppress his trembling legs.

"If you don't leave, what else will I go?"

Pinching his thighs hard, Nero smiled reluctantly.

"Let the deacon go on his own, but I don't think that guy will go either, he's not the shitty Holy Cloak Archbishop, but the ...... with our Bloodslaughter Bandits"

Nero didn't finish, for he suddenly felt his body stop shaking.

It seems that when I thought of that time, I thought of the things that the four of us had done together, and my heart gradually began to calm down.

In this cold world, the law of survival is the law of the jungle.

If you have the strength, then you can do whatever you want.

Collinder's indifference, Nero's cynicism, are all due to the loss of faith in this cold world.

They gradually became cold, and gradually became the last thing they wanted to become.

And all this suddenly changed one day, that is, the first day I met Li Yanbei.

From the time they started doing all the crazy things with their chief deacon, their self-enclosed hearts suddenly began to open up slowly.

They suddenly felt that they would be inexplicably comfortable doing things with this guy.

The reason is simple, they just do all the things that they should do, but no one else does, and will do the thankless work after they are done.

I didn't ask for the reason, and I didn't ask for anything in return.

Because I feel very comfortable doing this.

It was this Li Yanbei that made them gradually feel warm in this cold world.

"Don't listen to Nero's fart. ”

Jester's brow furrowed.

"My lord, you go quickly, I can withstand it for a while!"

"Let's go?"

The demon Asmodeus raised his chin playfully, and the demonic wings behind him flapped twice.

"Tenth-Order cultivator, do you think there will be anyone here alive today?"

As soon as these words came out, Jester and the other three shivered in unison.

And Asmodeus stretched out his long ugly tongue and licked his lips, and then said with a smile,

"As a sign of my respect for you, I'll eat you first, and the rest of you will be a snack after the meal. ”

Saliva ran down the corners of his mouth, and he seemed to be impatient.

"The taste of a tenth-order cultivator is so wonderful. ”

Hearing this, Jester's heart slowly sank.

And Nero and Collinder behind him, the brilliance in their eyes also dimmed.

They all know that today is a dead end.

"The taste of a tenth-order cultivator is wonderful. ”

Just when the three of them were full of despair, a cold voice suddenly came.

"But ......"

This unusually familiar voice made Asmode's huge body stiffen slightly.

Because of this voice, he suddenly remembered something not very good.

He twisted his stiff neck and looked at Li Yanbei, who was smiling and groaning.

"But Lord Asmodeus, are you sure you have such good teeth?"

The scarlet demon's pupils slowly expanded, and the huge mouth that was enough to devour the tenth-order powerhouse opened unconsciously.

The demon Asmodeus looked at Li Yanbei with a smile on his face, as if he had seen a terrible demon.

"I ......"

"Holy!"

He gasped, only to feel a slight chill down his spine.

And the terrifying sword mark on his chest also faintly began to ache.

"It's... This ......"

"Why is this great plague god here!"