[Chapter 9 Text, Volume 8]

Chapter 273 Chapter 15 Sorry, the world won't let you!

The sky was still dark, but Buwanga understood that the darkness was a normal nightfall, and the black fog affected by Dirigi's dark lord had gradually thinned.

At this time, Dirigi looked extremely weak, and the tattered pus on his body when he released the dark invasion had flattened down, and it looked even more festering.

"Will?" Dirigi seemed to have given up resistance, the tattered body finally relaxed, and after completely relaxed, Diriji's appearance was no longer hideous and terrifying, but looked slender and pitiful, "cough cough" To Buwanga's surprise, Di Rigi actually coughed sickly.

"Hey, wake up the boy lying there!" Dirigi's voice was no longer the haze it had been before, but was much calmer to Buwanga.

"What do you want to do?" said Dierigi at this point, but Buwanga asked vigilantly.

"I remember he seemed to have something to ask me, of course," Diregia continued with a self-deprecating smile, "You can just kill me, just don't regret it!"

"Hmmm!," Buwanga was upset by Dirigi's words, but he had to turn around and walk towards Spark.

When he came to Spark, he saw that Spark's breathing had become more and more even, after all, it was the function of having the powerful recovery power of blood energy, and Sparker finally survived from the hanging line of life again.

"Sparks Parker?" Blowing a slight shake of Spark's body, Buwanga shouted.

"Hmm?" Sparker slowly opened his eyes, as if he hadn't woken up, and then asked nervously as if he had reacted to something, "Judging by your appearance, you must have succeeded, Diregi, Diregi, you didn't kill you, did you?"

"Hey, it looks like you've been put on a swing by that monster!" Sure enough, as Diregia said, Sparker obviously had something important to ask him, shrugged his shoulders, and Buwanga said, "Didn't kill, didn't kill, I'll take you over!" After saying that, he helped Sparky up and slowly walked to Diregi's place.

"Human, what's your name?" asked Diregia in a slow voice as Sparky approached.

"Spark, Spark-Colt, does the name matter?" asked Spark, puzzled.

"Slowly, at least let me know what is the name of the person who can cause the death of the two Demon Apostles, right?" Di Ruiji smiled bitterly, and then said: "Okay, as the so-called success and defeat of the king, you can ask whatever you want." ”

"I want to know why apostles like Lotus and you moved to the Arad continent" After thinking for a while, Spark added: "Don't fool me with the 'Second Dragon War', the battlefield of this war is the Arad continent, but you didn't choose to leave again after knowing this information, why did you stop here?"

"Oh, this first question stumped me!" Di Ruiji replied a little strangely: "Of course we are not hiding from the war, as for stopping in the Arad Continent, when you know what the environment of the Demon Realm is, you will understand, this perfect continent is really unforgettable!"

"Since it's hard for you to let go, then why are you huddled in this desolate place?" Sparker showed a sneer and directly denied this answer, saying: "I think that with your ability to make people crazy and even control people's hearts, you can completely set up a force in this Arad continent, but in fact, for such a long time, neither your clone in Dark City nor this Northmar body has any intention of moving places. ”

"Hmph! It's not because of those fools!" Speaking of this, it seemed that Di Ruiji felt that he was very at a loss to stay here, and then said: "I can only say that a few of us did not come to the Arad continent according to our own wishes, think that even my most proud subordinate Rakshasa was torn apart in the time and space transfer (appeared as the fifth ghost god - Plague Rakshasa ), do you think that time and space magic is something that a layman like me is willing to touch!" Diregi is telling the truth, space-time magic is the most esoteric and mysterious of all magic, and only those who possess vast magical power and are skilled in this kind of magic can avoid being torn apart by the chaotic temporal storm.

"Hey, well" seemed to sense that Diregi could not solve all the doubts, Sparker sighed and continued to ask: "I got the book written by Lotus, but I dare not agree with the contents of the book, now I only have one question you must answer me!" After a pause, Spark, who asked this to be honest, was also worried in his heart, took a deep breath and said, "What is an apostle?"

"Aha!" To Spark's surprise, Diregi actually laughed when he heard it, and just when Buwanga couldn't stand the truth of his shrill laughter and wanted to give him another stick, Diriji said: "Apostle, of course Apostle is an angel! Finally, someone put aside the demon world and the so-called evil and began to pursue the secret! O human named Spark, I am very optimistic about you!"

Although Diregi's words were very ridiculous, Spark's heart set off a huge wave, and then he said with difficulty: "Since it is an angel, why did it cause such a tragedy!"

"It's by nature!" Di Ruiji still said in a relaxed tone: "What I represent is darkness, that is, despair, all of my body is plague and viruses, who will spread if I don't spread it?"

"Damn, can't you be like Rotes?" Angered by Diriggi's unrepentant appearance in the face of the bad deeds he had done, Sparker accidentally said the contents of Rotes's book: "Willing to be restrained and sealed by the rock, willing to suffer the pain of the dispersion of this attribute element every day, Lotus can do it, why can't you?"

"Don't call Lotus a good person!" Di Righi's eyes were full of disdain, and he said disdainfully: "It's just a coward, and it didn't end up dying? At least I enjoyed it! You don't know how beautiful the sound of that cry of pain in the plague I spread was!" If I hadn't misheard those idiots, I would have gone to a more densely populated place a long time ago, and the more painful voices there are, the more beautiful they are!"

"Okay, I see!" As if having made up his mind, Sparky abruptly stopped the question-and-answer game, and then turned to Buwanga and said, "Big brother, take the dark elf ring from his claws and give it to me, and let it go to hell!"

"Okay!" Buwanga, who hadn't heard a reason for listening for a long time, was already bored on the sidelines, and when he heard Spark's order, he immediately picked up the totem in his hand and ran to snatch the dark elf ring and throw it to Spark, and then raised the totem in his hand to aim at Diregi's disgusting head.

"Wait!" Just as Buwanga was about to fall, Dirigi suddenly shouted in horror to Spark, who turned his back, "Since you have the quote from Rotes, then you should know that I can't die!"

"Do it!" Without looking back, Sparker said without hesitation, and Buwanga, who had been ordered, transported the energy in his body, and then smashed the totem in his hand with a roar.

"No, you will regret it" until the totem touched his body, Diregi was still roaring, but with a loud "bang!", Diriji's voice changed with the vibrating yellow sand, and he was surprised, "If you can do what Lotus did, I will naturally hesitate, but unfortunately you are not!" Only then did Sparky turn around and say coldly to the corpse of Diregi, whose head had become sparse, "What's more, the truth may not be as Lotus said, even if it is true, my Arad continent will not allow the existence of scum like you!"

"Oh, I'll go, I said Brother Spark," Buwanga said, looking for a quick fur, wiping the blood from the totem as he endured the smell, "what the hell are you talking about in this tirade?"

"It's okay, it's just some speculation, it's not the time to say it yet!" Speaking of this, Sparker seemed to think of something and asked, "By the way, big brother, how is your strength of the eighth order?"

"How's that?, that's called a cool, everything on the body is strength!" mentioning the strength of the eighth order, Buwanga suddenly showed an excited smile and said: "This eighth-order strength is really happy to fight, it's more comfortable than playing with a big-ass mother-in-law!"

"And how long can it last?" asked Bwanga with a smile as he was about to get more and more excited and evil, but Sparker interrupted Buwanga's intentions with a wave of his hand.

"Well, this is it" Buwanga was asked like this, and suddenly fell into a daze, where is there half a point of the appearance just now.

"Is it almost impossible to keep it?" asked Spark, as if he knew it all.

"What, so you know everything!" Buwanga glanced at Sparker and complained, "Indeed, I feel that the state of the eighth-order strength is dissipating faster and faster now!"

"Well, it seems that you can't generate blood energy by yourself without a ghost hand!" Sparker nodded and explained: "The reason why you can reach the eighth order is because the mad virus and blood energy are combined into crazy blood, and then achieved through the stimulation of chicken blood, and under the stimulation of all aspects, your strength not only reaches the eighth order, but also surpasses Di Ruiji, a real eighth-order powerhouse, but unfortunately, how long can you last?"

"I guess it won't be gone in ten minutes!" Buwanga didn't understand so many principles, scratching the back of his head and honestly replied.

"Well, ten minutes, it's not enough" said Spark, who put the Dark Elf Ring at the middle finger of his left hand, and then looked into the distance as if waiting for something, his expression began to be solemn again, as if he didn't want to disappoint Spark, and after a while, in the seemingly boundless desert, two black dots suddenly appeared in the sight of Buwanga and Spark, and they were still hurrying over.

"Looks like it's coming!" Sparker muttered, "it depends on whether it's a free lunch or an unpleasant dinner."