At the beginning of the morning, the first rays of golden sunlight shine on the sacred mountain. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this moment, the holy mountain is haunted by a circle of light, which appears even more sacred. At the foot of the mountain, all the Kurakuka people knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, and prayed for the blessing of the clan.

At the hilltop temple, chants sound.

The hummingbird knight in the sky is constantly wandering, sprinkling white flowers from time to time, adding a bit of holiness to the ceremony.

When the sun shone on the altar, a group of singers stepped forward and stood every few meters, forming a circle around the huge altar.

At this time, in the temple on the top of the mountain, a row of white-robed and gold-edged priests walked out, and the person at the head was the only bald and white-bearded old man wearing a red robe.

"Greetings to His Excellency the High Priest!" said in unison, stretching from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

The bald white-bearded old man hobbled to the terrace in front of the top of the mountain, facing the dense crowd of clansmen at the bottom of the mountain. His expression was solemn, with a compassionate deity.

"May our clan be peaceful. The first words of the high priest were to the people under the mountain. Then, today's ceremony speech began: "Mankind has fallen into the past, and our people are on the verge of extinction, but it is the master of the holy castle that has given us a thousand years of survival...... The festival exists to pay homage to the owner of the holy castle. ”

As the High Priest spoke, the shadow hiding in a tall tree suddenly said, "This old man has a strong energy reaction, but he is still a mortal. ”

Ingres also discovered: "Living near the source of the law for a long time, even mortals, can be contaminated with divinity." ”

"Mortals know nothing about power, so they can resist the temptation of the law. However, Isabel is also a bad taste, building a temple here, so that countless Kulakuka people come here every year to worship, but they don't know that they are actually worshipping the fragments of the souls of their ancestors who are about to be devoured. ”

"It's ironic, but ...... I've always felt that Isabel wouldn't do such a thing out of bad taste, probably for another reason. "It is a strange thing in itself to have mortals stationed at the source of the law. Ingres felt in his heart that a third-level wizard who had stepped into the path of true knowledge should not be able to do such a boring thing.

"Hey, that's it, this old man is good, he doesn't have the kind of tirades that other gods have. I thought he was going to sing the praises for hours. Shadow's attention was fixed on the temple, and the High Priest's speech took less than a minute before signaling the festival to begin, "However, for a large festival, such an opening speech seems a bit perfunctory. ”

In Ingres's vision, although the high priest's expression was solemn and his demeanor was full of respect for the Holy Castle, there were very complicated emotions in his eyes, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

"You say this high priest, do you know about the magic power array of Sipolok?" Ingres asked suddenly.

"I don't know. After a pause, the Shadow suddenly laughed, "But if he knew, it would be interesting to say such high-sounding things in front of all the clansmen." ”

......

When the high priest announced the beginning of the festival, a circle of singers on the side of the altar began to sing hymns.

A group of armored guards, carrying ornate stretchers through the crowd, stepped onto the central platform on the top of the altar. On the stretcher was a magic crystal about their size, and the four guards worked together to place it in the groove in the center of the altar.

As the light shone from the altar, the shadow whispered, "Here it is." ”

Looking at the familiar teleportation array fluctuations, Angel whispered, "Are you sure there won't be an official wizard coming?"

Shadow: "No, the old witch is gone, and there is no official wizard." ”

As soon as the words fell, a short figure gradually emerged in the center of the teleportation array.

Short is relative to the height of ordinary humans, but for the Kulakuka people, the one who came is still a giant. Moreover, she is still a giantess.

Black tutu skirt, black half veil, long straight black hair, pale skin, delicate cheeks.

From the outside, the person who came was a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old. And Angel noticed that this little girl did not have a trace of transcendence, and she looked like an ordinary mortal.

The little girl's eyes had been closed, but when the aperture of the teleportation array disappeared, she slowly opened them.

As soon as the bright red eyes opened, Fu immediately looked at the location of Angel and the Shadow.

Ingres' eyes flashed with wonder, if this person was a mortal, how could she have spotted them at first sight?But if it was a wizard apprentice, how powerful was her perception?

"Diablo, who is she?" said Ingres.

The Shadow didn't reply.

Unbeknownst to Ingres, where he couldn't see, the shadow was trembling all over, with a look of horror on his face, pointing to the woman who appeared on the altar...... "How is that possible...... How could she be here?"

The little girl seemed to sense the Shadow's emotions, and she gently curled the corners of her lips at the two of them.

The pink tongue swirls slightly on the bright red lips. Like temptation, like bloodthirsty greed.

"Look who this is, isn't this the puppet brother Diablo?" With an eerie laugh, a shrill female voice suddenly burrowed into the psychic tie between Ingres and the Shadow.

Originally, Angel was still calm, but the sudden sound made him stunned for a moment.

If the other party was directly speaking, he would not be so surprised, but the other party not only did not destroy the psychic tie, but directly forcibly squeezed into the psychic tie, making what was originally just a dialogue between the two sides turned into a three-way talk. This ability is definitely not something that ordinary wizard apprentices can do! or even ...... Probably not an apprentice?

"I... Lord Isabella, you, how could you ......" The shadow's trembling voice came from the side of the psychic tie.

Ingres looked in the direction of the shadow, and although the shadow was hidden, Ingres seemed to be able to feel the great fluctuations in his emotions.

Isabella?...... How can he be so similar to Isabel the "Lord of Twilight"? Ingres suddenly thought that yesterday the Shadow seemed to have said that the old witch of Castle Black was the apprentice of the Lord of Twilight, and that everything was imitating her mentor, even the name......

Ingres didn't dare to think any further, just thinking about it made his heart pound.

Could it really be that the Lord came?

"I just want to see if you're fit to be my future husband's apprentice. Isabella kept smiling weirdly, but her voice was still clear. It's like there are two tracks at the same time, the laughter is the background sound, and the speech is the main body.

This is a woman with a background sound.

Angel didn't dare to say that this was a "little girl" now, even though she wasn't big, but the thought of her possible identity made Ingres a little frightened.

"Look at your little legs trembling, so afraid of me? Tsk tsk, I don't think you deserve to be his apprentice. Isabella's eerie double track reappears in the psychic tie, "This little brother here fits perfectly." ”

Angel knew that she was talking about herself.

He was about to say something when Isabella suddenly let out an extremely high-pitched voice, and her tone of appreciation changed sharply: "But I hate blondes! Diablo, kill him for me! Kill him, and I will recognize your status!"

"Hurry up, kill him, kill him!"

No other voice in the psychic freak can exist, only "kill him" and keep brainwashing repeatedly.

The shadow's eyes suddenly turned red, he looked at Ingre, who was hidden at his side, and slowly stretched out his hand, and the magic power was slowly converging...... But at this moment, the shadow suddenly screamed, and disappeared from the 'jagged light and shadow' invisibility, and kept tumbling, and even fell heavily from the tree to the ground. Holding his hands on his heart, he couldn't move.

The psychic tie was still saying "kill him", but the shadow was completely self-absorbed at this point.

Angel stood on the tree, looking at the shadow that fell to the ground, not saying a word.

There was no suspense, and the power of the contract was attacked. If Shadow doesn't let go of his obsession with killing him, he will surely die with a burst heart in the near future.

But Isabella's repeated "killing him" is both hypnotic and suggestive, causing the Shadow to completely forget to think about it, and only think about how to kill Angel. However, under the constraints of the contract, he couldn't do it at all, but harmed himself.

The shadows were still wailing on the ground, but Ingres turned his head and looked at the altar.

"Little girl" Isabella stood at the top of the altar, the corners of her lips slightly hooked, very weird. But what is even more strange is that time seems to be frozen at this moment, the singer does not sing anymore, and the Kulakuka people gathered around the altar are all frozen.

All the Kulakuka people present were frozen at this moment.

Angels looked at Isabella, "I don't know why you suddenly said you wanted to kill me, but if you really want me to die, you can come over in person." ”

Isabella didn't speak, still urging the Shadow to kill Angel repeatedly.

Angel's eyes flashed: "Sure enough, your true body didn't actually come, right?"

As the words fell, Angels stretched out his hand, and a wisp of illusory aura slowly poured out from his fingers.

With the appearance of the illusory aura, the frozen Kurakuka clan "came to life" again, while Isabella, who was standing in the center of the altar, showed a surprised expression and slowly shattered into pieces.

"Illusion is good, but ...... After all, it's just an illusion created by a wisp of consciousness. Angel whispered.

As the illusion was shattered, the Kulakuka came alive again, singing hymns and cheering for joy.

The light on the teleportation array continued to bubble, and a black shadow gradually appeared, but it was not Isabella's figure just now.

Angel glanced at the teleportation array, then focused on the shadow on the ground, and snapped his fingers. A Wanyin illusion was pulled open, obscuring him and the shadow's form.

As Isabella's illusion vanished, the shadow's red eyes returned to clarity once more.

"Whew-" Shadowy gasped, feeling the pain in his body. After a long pause, he said in a hoarse voice: "I was pitted by that old witch, and I almost planted it here." Thank you very much!"

Angel said calmly: "Relying on the voice to hypnotize you, if you don't have the idea of killing me subconsciously, you shouldn't be tricked." ”

Angels' words embarrassed the Shadow. However, he was also thick-skinned, and stood up as if nothing happened: "Ahem, has the Advent appeared?...... Hey, I'm right, it's really Fiona. ”

"There's no need to change the subject, I don't care what your subconscious thinks, anyway, you just remember to owe me a favor. ”