"The remaining golden soul mist nearby is already very thin, and forgiveness shouldn't awaken significantly for a while. As long as you don't rush into the attack, the battle should be stalemate for a while. For now, I'm going to look for her 'over there', and if that ugly monster returns, Therea will be in danger." I'll leave it to you first. Nether pressed her ribs and frowned slightly, as if listening to a very distant voice.

The muscles on his body that had just been torn were slowly healing at the moment, including the huge blood holes on his chest that had been dug out by the red tongue of blood, which had also been filled with new pink flesh, and the skin on it was healing into the original satin-like smoothness. It seems that the soul power he has reserved is still very abundant.

Sila turned silently and walked towards a broken tree stump. He held out his hand, and a golden mark emerged from the stump. Netherworld walked over, raised his hand, and was about to touch the chess piece, when he suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Qila, and stopped talking, and finally, in a low voice, he said lightly: "I know what you want to do." But, I advise you, don't be stupid. ”

The Netherworld's figure vanished into a transparent ripple.

Chira raised his head and looked at the forgiveness on the horizon, his face was like the lonely snow line frozen for eternity on the top of the mountain, something in his eyes was surging and struggling, but finally he was unwilling to extinguish it.

He looked in the direction where Gilgamesh had disappeared, and there was a wet glow in his eyes, like a stream that had just melted the snow in the forest under the spring sun.

Heavy snow will melt into rain when its wings are cut off.

I didn't meet you until my soul was harvested.

You are free and primitive, and I am old and decayed.

You and I are guilty, but silent.

Mournful war songs sang and sang on the past few years.

[4 years ago]

【West of the Blue Empire: Fog Hidden Green Island】

The night has come to an end, the dawn of dawn pierces from behind the thick clouds, the clear beam of light evenly caresses the green vapor that does not disperse on the foggy green island all year round, the light drives away the darkness and cold, it brings vitality.

The continuous green shade of the trees like warm jade, against the light of the sleeping emerald lake, the whole dead world began to breathe slowly again.

Nether's footsteps were very light, he was like a hellish ghost afraid of the sun, wrapped in a black robe, revealing only a pair of narrow and deep eyes, he walked step by step into this Yaslan realm, and was regarded as a forbidden area by everyone and did not dare to cross the holy land of the thunder pool. Because he knew that the masters of this place, including the retinue, would cease to exist after this dawn, or rather, at this moment, the legend that enveloped this place would no longer exist.

He knew Treya's strength.

The dew on the lawn soaked the Netherworld's boots. He walked all the way, enjoying the vast silence and cool water that enveloped the entire archipelago, like the souls of hell enjoying the darkness and dead silence. The smile on the corner of his mouth was like a sexy scar on his handsome and evil countenance.

His smile faded.

The battle was far worse than he had imagined.

On the open lawn, there were countless ravines that seemed to have been split by a giant blade, the black soil turned out cracks like cut flesh, and two black scorched marks were clearly left on the lawn in the distance, and the air was still filled with the smell of burning left behind.

Treya was half-lying against a rock, her face as pale as a piece of ice, and her pupils were filled with irrepressible pain. The petal-like delicate lips were slightly open at the moment, and they couldn't help but gasp for breath. The snow-white gauze skirt on her body had been stained red with semi-coagulated plasma, and deep and shallow cuts had been made on her thighs, most of which were slowly and painstakingly healing, and a small part still retained the original depth of the wounds, and each knife could see the white bones deep in the flesh.

The Netherworld senses the golden soul mist around it, which is very thin.

"When he darkened into gluttony, he plundered most of the golden soul mist here, right?" Nether walked over to Treya and crouched down, reached out to hold Treya's right hand, and gently placed her snow-white and slender palm on his bare and strong chest, "You're welcome. ”

Treya swallowed the remaining blood in her mouth, closed her eyes, and the tips of her fingers drew a few strands of golden light, and then, like a sea, the surging soul power continued to flow from her palm into her body, and the wounds that opened all over her body began to heal rapidly.

Nether's face grew pale, and his chest was filled with the sound of cloudy breathing. He watched as Treya's pale face gradually turned bloody, and a wicked smile regained on her face. His pale countenance looked weak and morbid in the early morning light. But everyone knows that he is Yaslan's killing demon, and words like "weak" will never have anything to do with him. What he represents is the harvest of life and the celebration of blood.

Netherworld turned its head sideways, and not far from the lake, lay a cold, stiff corpse. The whole corpse was as hard as a stone in the cold morning dew, and the corpse was torn apart, and even the face had been made beyond recognition by countless knife marks. Bloody corpses were piled up in a mess by the lake.

"Which apostle is that?" asked Nether, frowning, in a deep voice.

"Apostle of Heaven, Silver Dust. ”

"It's so disgusting to die, you're pretty ruthless. The corners of Nether's mouth showed a smile that seemed to disdain everything in the world, contemptuous but full of fatal attraction.

"It's not me, it's Galanz, the Apostle of the Earth. Treya said lightly, as she spoke, she grabbed Nether's hand and quickly wrote a line in Nether's palm, "It's not Galanz." ”

"Oh, there's a civil war? Nether laughed and said as she wrote in the palm of Treya's hand, "Who is that?"

"I don't know. Treya wrote quickly in the Nether's palm, "Invisible. ”

Nether frowned slightly, and stopped talking.

Treya lowered her fingers and stood up gently, after a night of healing, coupled with the huge soul power that had just been transmitted from the Netherworld, she had almost recovered. The hem of the Horcrux goddess's skirt swirled like mist, then turned into wisps of light, squirted a few times, and returned to her body. She regained her sexy appearance in a black robe.

She and Nether stood next to Silver Dust's corpse, and she said, "Galanz did not hesitate to use the dark state when he fought with me, but you also know that even I, who have an accurate perception and application of soul power, cannot be 100% guaranteed to be able to skillfully control this forbidden soul art...... It's puzzling. Her face was gaudy but cold, without the frivolity and charm that she usually seemed.

She continued to write in Netherworld's palm: "He was able to control, he recovered." ”

Netherworld looked into the distance, his gaze didn't know where to fall, and his magnetic voice had a strange sexiness in the mist: "As the apostles of the once prince, their strength has long been equal to that of the low-ranking princes, they have too many secrets that we don't know, and because of this, he dares to touch the dark state." However, they also underestimated the power and price of this forbidden soul art. Nether withdrew her gaze and looked at Silverdust's corpse. In the palm of Treya's hand he wrote: "Chira may be exposed. ”

Treya took a deep breath, and suddenly, her face became soft, and her voice was like a molten syrup: "My blood stinks to death, I want to wash it." Treya turned her gaze towards the lake, her gaze hinting at the Nether, "Do you want to come with me?"

"Are you tempting me?" the Netherworld grinned, picking up Treya and walking slowly into the lake.

Treya and Nether stood silently facing each other in the lake, the water submerging to their necks, their expressions grim with a cold mist.

The bottom of the lake was silent, except for the faint sound of the water rushing. The whispered conversation between Trea and Nether on the lake was almost completely inaudible.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the dense fog of the foggy green island gradually dissipated.

"Are you sure?" asked Nether, whispering.

"I'm sure, trust me. "Therea's breath was like the lightest veil.

"I believe in you. The Nether slowly walked over to Treya from the water, his knife-edged lips gently kissing Treya's petal-like delicate lips, and he took off his robes, revealing his sparkling muscles as they had been soaked in the lake.

Treya's breathing began to rapid. (To be continued.) )