Crimson Federation, Razor City.

It was once the pearl of the Federation of dangerous passes in the north and south, and the endless stream of motorcades and pedestrians has become extinct. From afar, the city at sunset makes people feel a kind of suffocating coldness, as if something is slowly waking up with the sun.

When the remnants of the light faded, the city's inhabitants floated out of their tombs like ghosts. A man opened the door of his house as if he had opened the door of a tomb, poked his head out, and shrunk his neck in the deep darkness outside the door. He took out a white ceramic mask, placed it on his face, and draped it in black veil from head to toe.

As if recognized by the darkness, he was no longer afraid, and went out with a bull's-eye lantern in his hand.

One, two, hundred, ten, countless inhabitants mingled in the same dead costumes in the streets, the black veil and the shadows merged, leaving only a miserable white and cold mask, like the face of the dead in the River Styx, slowly marching.

One of the largest rock pillars in Razor City, the original town hall has been converted into a temple. In the deep hall, strange patterns are depicted, ethereal and distorted. At first glance, one might think that this is a religious gathering that worships darkness and night, but in the center of the hall there is a huge flame burning silently. The bleak light hit the pillars and screens, casting countless shadows. Yes, the shadows are worshipped here, not the darkness.

Citizens in white masks enter the shadows, kneeling and praying. On the altar in the center, a tall man, once the archon of Razor City, now ruled his city in a different way.

The man under the mask gave a hoarse whisper: "Only the shadows!"

"Only the shadows!" the unseen believers replied from the shadows.

A white porcelain mask appeared out of thin air in mid-air, and its empty eyes made people shudder. The archon said with some fanaticism, "Lord of Shadows, Enemy of Light. All things will eventually wither, and only the shadows will rule the earth. Believers. What should we do to the foolish who refuse to take refuge in the way of the shadows!"

"Offering to the shadow!" the frenzied shout made the torch shake. The hall is full of light and shadow.

"Bring it on. ”

A man was tied up and pressed up, and his mouth was still scolding, "Crazy! I am an envoy of the Crimson Council, is Razor City going to break with the entire Crimson Federation?" "Archon Kot, is that you, I'm here on behalf of the Starry Tower and the Black Golden Bay, you can't do this to me!"

The man let out a few chuckles, "Those dwarves who regard wealth as their fate will soon be drowned in darkness, and the fools who think they can peek into the future. All you can see is shadows...... Hey, hey, hey......"

One wall of the hall was opened, and outside there was a bottomless darkness, and a ropeway connected the distance. The carriage of the slide, which had been used for transportation, became a ritual vessel for sacrifice, and the envoy was unroped and thrown into the carriage, and the archon handed him a short candle and a fire sickle, "Take the rest of your life." ”

The envoy flapped in vain on the glass door of the carriage, the ropeway pulled, and the carriage swayed into the darkness.

It's like flying into the endless void, or the depths of the sea. Except for a little fire, the darkness around was as thick as ink. The biting chill crept down the spine, like a wet snake crawling on the skin.

Bang!

The carriage was hit by something, and the messenger's hands and feet immediately went limp. You know, he's hanging thousands of Sami! He shuddered and felt for a fire sickle and lit a candle. The dim candlelight flickered and lit up, and he looked up. Outside the glass window, a stiff face was looking at him, its face long and pointed. Hollow eyes.

"Ahh

The candle was extinguished in panic, and darkness returned to it. The envoy felt even more terrifying. That face was only an arm's length away from him.

Bang. The gentle clapping sound made the envoy's hairs stand on end and his teeth chatter. He could feel the thing lying on its stomach on the carriage moving slowly, step by step, step by step. The envoy shrank in the corner of the carriage, and suddenly, pop, the carriage behind him slammed and vibrate.

He jumped to his feet, fumbled wildly for the candle, trembling violently, and lit it several times. The light shot out, and a huge claw on the glass retracted into the darkness. The small space was filled with the only gasps, heartbeats, and the sound of candles clattering and burning.

The candle burned shorter and shorter, and he suddenly understood the words of the archon: take the rest of your life.

The envoy stared at the flames with extreme nervousness, and soon, the flames jumped and were completely extinguished. Darkness hits, making Energy Saving feel "it" watching him, the creeping sound of stamping approaching, from side to side, and then rattling.

"It" opened the door...... That was his last thought before his fear was shattered.

......

The archon was pulling back the empty carriage and showing it to the faithful, shouting, "This is a sign of shadows!"

The believers cried out in return, turning their fear into fanaticism. They bowed to the white porcelain mask that symbolized the will of the shadow in midair, and when the mask appeared black cracks, they thought it was the shadow answering the call.

Then, the mask went up in smoke, some kind of power protecting the sacrificial hall was disintegrated, the ceiling was eroded by black flames, and something descended.

Upheaval was born, but no one escaped, a kind of will that was far beyond the mortal deterrence**, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to think. A figure descended from the black flames, levitating, overlooking all beings. The archon cried out for the shadows in his heart, and raised his head with the greatest will, and he saw the cunzi in the black fire, a heroic and evil face, two pairs of bent double horns sticking out of his forehead, and a circle of burning short whiskers. The moment he saw the eyes, his soul collapsed, leaving him with a shell.

Haven't you come out yet......

The Cunzi in the Black Flame did not bother to speak, his will spread outward, but he stared at the soulless archon.

Suddenly, a ring on the archon's hand lit up with a silver glow, and a sickly laugh rang out: "Hehehe...... I still can't hide from it. ”

Change of state, poor skill Mind Flayer, do you think you can evade my pursuit by turning into an item?

"Don't dare, Your Majesty. ”

Say it and tell me what is the key to the Lord of the Nine Hells in this plane.

"As you wish, Mephisto, my lord wants to get the magic net......"

Falsehood!

The black flames stirred, and the entire hall was reduced to flying ashes, and the darkness also retreated under the power of the demon.

There is no one in the universe who knows him better than I do, and what the Lord of the Nine Hells is on the surface must be a deception, and that golden dragon is just one of his many evolutionary victims! Do you think I'm stupid enough to touch this bait?

"In that case, I don't have much more to say, no matter how many doppelgangers you find me, the result will be the same. ”

I'll find your true body and see how long your fragile mind can hold up under the black flames of Eternal Hell......

In an instant, the Archon and the Ring form of Eradini's psychic clone turned to ashes. The demon king in the black flame turned his head slightly, the space was scorched by the blazing vision, distorted and melted, and a figure could no longer dodge and flew out.

The lowly undead...... The Mind Flayer brought me here for you?

"I don't think so, the owner here is not there. The dragon lich Dogosos shook his wings, "Even if she is, she won't be an obstacle to the Infernal Demon King. ”

You know me.

"I had a guess, but after listening to the conversation between you and the referee, I realized how deep I was wading into a pool of muddy water. ”

Umpire?

The blue soul fire in the dragon lich's eyes trembled, "The high Hell Lord, you really don't care about the information of mortal things. With a shake of the bone claw, a pact flew towards Black Flame. "This is a copy of the Twilight Protocol, please note that it states that the participants will target other visitors from the Atlas. ”

Is this your pathetic request, undead?

"No, it's a threat. "What about you, 'lowly' undead, hell's mourner!"

The black flames rose, enveloping the surroundings, and the power of the demon king continued to rise.

You have transgressed, undead!

"Still on top, Mephistopheles Felis!, then tell me the basis for my trespassing, who are you hiding?" roared the dragon lich.

As soon as these words came out, Black Flame froze for a moment.

"In 54 days, you have killed nearly 100 clones of the Spirit Sucking Monster, and with your strength and temper, it is easy to overturn this fragile Big 6, but you have taken the covert stealth. Who are you afraid of attracting attention? Who is running after you? The Lord of the Heavenly Realm or the Lord of the Abyss? or the Lord of the Nine Hells himself? Shrinking Hell Demon King, you are not qualified to scold me for my origin, now, if you want to continue your actions in Salapher, put yourself in a posture and talk to me and me with your mouth!"

After a long silence, the Purgatory Demon King slowly descended, and spoke for the first time, "Mortal, you are in contact with the most dangerous game. ”

"In fact, I'm already in this game, the contract is limited, since I can't quit, I have to make enough money. Now the shape is that the golden dragon and the spirit absorbing monsters are in control, they have the magic net authority and the dawn agreement, as long as you stand on the stage, you will immediately be attacked by a swarm, and attract the enemy you least want. So ......"

"So, is the best way to work with you?"

"Mutual benefit, the constant law of the multiverse. ”

The Demon King flew into an arrogant smile, "Compliment, coercion, benefit, cooperation." You insignificant beings who play with wisdom and think that these tricks can control the Demon King of Purgatory? What I hate most is this face, the same as Asmodeus, so the response to you is...... Ruined miè!"

Rumble!

Thousands of surreys away, somewhere hidden, Dogosos staggered back, the projection destroyed while the Eternal Hell Black Flame tried to track down the dragon lich itself, and finally got rid of it.

Anger swollen through the lich's ribs, not in a long time to be so despised. He sneered and began to look forward to the fight between the golden dragon and the demon king. But the thought of this plane, and the intervention of the Lord of the Nine Prisons, suddenly felt like a fish in his throat. He turned around and stroked a round light crystal behind him.

"No matter what you plan, my pace is unstoppable......" (To be continued......

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