More than ten days later, on a vast plain, Artis looked at it intently. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the plain, a little demonic light gradually emerged, scattered across the earth, and reflected in his eyes.

This demonic nature is powerful, swept by a trace of demonic energy, and there seems to be all kinds of great power in the underworld, which makes people degenerate and decay. However, compared to the monstrous scene of demonic energy before, although it is still strong now, it has gradually weakened, as if it is barely breathing.

What is manifested on the outside is that the demonic beasts on the earth are gradually becoming scarce, compared to the terrifying tide of demonic beasts when they first came before, it can even be said that they are pitiful.

The surrounding knights and lords were all very excited when they saw this, and whether they wanted to or not, they could only drag their tired bodies and continue to fight under the orders of the king behind them.

But under this exhilarating atmosphere, Chen Ming clearly saw that under the cover of this piece of demonic energy, in the depths of the underworld, a deeper and more terrifying demonic nature gradually awakened, nourished by the residual blood and qi on the earth, and slowly recovered.

"More and more secure!" he said, looking above the ground.

In his perspective, the earth was shrouded in a blood-colored mist, with a certain evil will, continuously absorbing the blood and qi remaining after the fierce battles on the earth, and then nourishing a consciousness in the distance. At the same time, in the central direction, the king's aura became more and more powerful. Although it still looks like it is old and decrepit, it has long since recovered its peak.

Even, in the dark, some unknown changes are gradually occurring.

Artis couldn't help but sneer at the screams he had heard from the king's tent and the rumors about the king's cannibalism.

"I don't know if I made a deal with a certain being, or if I was corrupted and demonized by some will?"

He thought so, but he couldn't help but think of the piece of meat he had purified decades ago.

It was a will born from the flesh and blood of an unknown demon god after a long period of gestation, and it was also the root of this world's depravity.

This kind of consciousness born from the origin of the demon god has a trace of immortal demonic nature before death, and it is inherently in line with the law, and its essence is extremely powerful. Even if Artis suppressed it decades ago with a branch of its own, it has not been completely wiped out today.

"However, there may be other external causes..." He looked at the faintly twinkling star above his head, and his heart moved slightly.

Above the stars, a little bit of purple qi permeated it, trembling slightly at this time, emitting bursts of unknown fluctuations, silently affecting the surroundings.

In Artis's eyes, a little bit of purple luck gradually eroded and wound towards the king's luck, pulling it into a whirlpool, moving with a current.

"But all those who are blessed by the destiny of heaven must have the blessing and blessing of the world, and they themselves are a general trend. Therefore, unless there is a greater trend, others will be constantly involved."

He looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh.

This king was obviously affected by his luck, so that he was involved, and under the inducement of various inducements, he involuntarily did this kind of thing.

In the previous life, this was called the precursor of the king, and under the inducement of luck, all the inducements would be magnified and all kinds of things would happen. If there is no such person to take the lead in disrupting the original order, how can there be a place for a person with a destiny like Artis.

He looked at the king's place in the distance and was silent.

After a long time like this, more than ten days later, in a burst of cheers, the corpse of a demonic beast lay on the ground, mixed with a blur of flesh and blood.

After nearly a month, the tide of Warcraft finally came to an end, and it gradually subsided under the suppression of many lords of the city-state.

However, the losses were also very heavy, after this battle, many of the lord's subordinates suffered heavy losses, those recruited farmers were fine, and if they died, they died, but those knights who practiced vindictiveness made their hearts ache.

In this world, only the aristocratic knights who have cultivated and have a fighting spirit are the real warriors in the eyes of these lords, and most of those people are actually used as labor to transport food, etc., and are not really regarded as combat effectiveness.

And under this demonic disaster, the knights under the lords can be said to have suffered heavy casualties, which makes their hearts quite complicated.

But because the king's army was also suffering heavy casualties, they didn't say anything, but a rush slowly emerged in their hearts to return to their realm as soon as possible.

In this mood, the king held a banquet in the center of the camp, and after the banquet was over, he returned to the city-state.

Hearing this news, the major lords couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and happily participated.

After the war, it was a tradition to hold a banquet to honor the knights and nobles who participated in the station, so everyone did not think much about it. Only a few people, thinking of the king's younger and younger face lately, had a vague sense that something was wrong.

But even if you are intelligent, have a keen sense, and can sense the slightest mistake from a few clues, it can't change what happened.

In such an atmosphere, Artis went to the feast.

The banquet venue was very well arranged, although it was only arranged in a hurry, but it can be seen that the arranger was very attentive.

Among them, tall and burly, or nobles with extraordinary appearance shuttled among them, but if you observe carefully, you can see a trace of the fluctuation of fighting spirit and the slightest smell of blood from these people.

This is the result of a long period of fighting, and there is inevitably a lot of blood on his body.

And in Artis's perspective, the luck entangled in these people is much weaker than when they first arrived here.

This is because the army under his command has been seriously damaged, and even he has been injured, and his internal strength has been greatly reduced, which is naturally atrophied in terms of luck.

Inside, after Artis came in, several lords smiled at him and expressed kindness.

After a month of fighting side by side, there were many lords who expressed a certain affection for Artis.

Artis smiled in response, until someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Artis!" a familiar voice came from behind him.

Artis turned around and saw that it was Bagel and Ariel, who were standing behind him.

"Father, grandfather. ”

On the other side, Ariel nodded, then looked behind Artis, a little stunned: "Who are these people?"

I saw that behind him, several attendants in gray robes followed him, bowing their heads respectfully, unable to see their faces clearly.

Seeing this, Artis smiled and did not speak.

On the other side, the two looked at these people thoughtfully.

The banquet proceeded slowly, and beside him, Artis looked ahead, the food on the table did not move at all, just waited quietly.

After a while, under the gaze of everyone, the king walked out of his side with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the venue froze slightly, and everyone looked at the king and felt that something was wrong.

I saw that on the king's body, a little blood was stained, and a strong smell of blood came from it, which made everyone in the audience frown. At the same time, beside the king, several guards followed the king with a strong demonic aura.

Seeing this scene, there were a few lords who were more vigilant, or who had long been hostile to the king, faintly put their hands under the weapons in front of them, and the fighting spirit was faintly brewing on their bodies.

At the same time, several people tilted their heads slightly, looking at Bagger and Artis, with a faint hint of consultation in their eyes.

These are the families who are good friends with the Narpa family.

Ahead, the king saw the movements of the audience, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but a cruel smile slowly drew out at the corner of his mouth, faintly with some hideousness.

In the eyes of Artis, above the head of the king in front of him, a terrifying phantom with three triangles and six arms and scales appeared on it, and a steady stream of breath descended downward, imperceptibly exerting influence on it.

And above the luck of the many lords in the audience, a little black dead air gradually emerged.