Chapter 43 The Wind Rises

In an unknown space filled with white, a figure wrapped in a thick black mist floated cross-legged in the pure white space.

Opposite the figure shrouded in black mist, a pure white figure with an unrecognizable face sat cross-legged.

Two figures, one black and one white, the extreme black and white space are opposed, and they are so abrupt in the entire unknown white space.

The other figure was extremely white, if it weren't for the dense fog around the black figure flowing slowly, some black mist touched the body of the white figure, and it would not be possible to see the white figure that almost merged with the unknown space.

The two figures sat cross-legged facing each other, suspended in an unknown space, slowly rotating relative to each other.

Suddenly, a figure dressed in a cream-white robe and wearing a strange black metal mask appeared in an unknown space.

"Holy Messenger. ”

"Your Lord. ”

The white-robed figure bowed slightly, and the mask on his face was distributed with white lines full of mysteries, but if you looked closely, you would find that the white lines on the mask of the white-robed holy envoy were actually fine cracks, which were filled with endless white light.

"Nataya's movements, I already know. ”

"Great Lord, according to the report from the First Holy Land, the eighty percent of the helpers who helped Gelton's son escape from the Holy Land were his grandfather, the Old Dragon Emperor, Gru Merge. ”

Seeing that there was no reaction from the Lord, the white-robed holy envoy continued to bow down and said, "Moreover, the seal on the son of Gerton has been opened. ”

"That kid, has you awakened the dragon battle body?"

A deep voice came from all directions of the unknown space, and the Lord chuckled, "But it doesn't matter, now, the dragon battle body is no longer a threat to me. ”

Hearing this, the white-robed holy envoy's body trembled, and he couldn't suppress his excitement and said, "Congratulations, lord." ”

Then, if the Lord had no other command, Wright withdrew. After half a ring, the Holy Messenger saw that the Lord was no longer responding, and hunched over and prepared to retreat.

However, just as the white-robed Holy Envoy Wright took less than a few steps back, the voice of the Lord came from all directions again, "The stand-in of the light, is it still unwilling to agree to my request?"

The white-robed holy envoy paused, and said in a regretful voice: "He is very stubborn, and for the time being, he still hasn't answered positively whether he accepts the Lord's request or not. ”

The white-robed Holy Envoy paused for a moment and continued, "Because of the request of the Light Stand-in, I have allowed him to visit the Holy Land, and he is in the Second Layer Holy Land at this time. I think that when he sees the greatness of the Lord with his own eyes, he will definitely agree to the Lord's request. ”

"Well, you go and persuade him. As for Gerton's son, if he can be caught, he will be trapped in the Holy City, and if he can't be stopped, he won't have to consume too many resources. ”

The voice of the Lord no longer came from all directions, but sounded near the two figures, "Your glory will soon come." ”

"The light in the abyss is about to bloom. ”

"May the light of the Lord redeem the lost peoples, Wright, and retreat. The white-robed holy envoy bowed slightly and left the unknown white space.

After the white-robed holy envoy left, the white figure suspended in the unknown space raised its head and looked at the figure in front of him wrapped in black mist, and his blurred face revealed an indescribable smile.

"Gerton, that door will be mine. ”

Looking through the thick black mist wrapped around the white figure, the black figure's body could be seen like quicksand, dissipating at a speed that could not be perceived by spiritual power.

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The eighth layer of the Abyss Demon Hell, which almost occupies the center of the city of the entire world on the eighth layer, exists a huge palace that is sky-high.

In the hall of the huge palace, the figure of the white-robed holy envoy slowly appeared on the floor as smooth as a mirror.

"Your Excellency. ”

Seeing the return of the white-robed holy envoys, the twelve golden-robed envoys under the palace immediately bowed down.

Just as the white-robed holy envoy was about to give the Lord's order, a roar that shook the heavens and the earth came from the depths of the palace, and the roar was filled with endless anger.

The holy envoy glanced in the direction of the roar, and asked with some confusion, "What's wrong with the city lord?"

As soon as the words fell, a golden-robed envoy immediately replied, "The doppelganger of the city lord started a short battle with the human king in the Eastern Continent, and the city lord suffered some minor injuries. ”

The white-robed holy envoy nodded, and sneered: "Is that old man still struggling......?"

"You, go to the sixth level of the Holy Land and capture the son of Gerton. The rest of the messengers, stand aside. ”

The golden-robed envoy who was ordered by the holy envoy answered, and then the figure of the white-robed holy envoy disappeared in place.

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The second level of the Abyss Hell, in the underground prison of the First City.

Because of the strong shaking between heaven and earth before, the stone slab above No. 33's head had completely shattered, revealing a large gray sky.

At this time, Thirty-Three was leaning against the wall, staring at the gloomy sky with his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although the roof of the prison shattered and a large hole was broken, Thirty-Three had no intention of escaping. He just stared blankly at the sky, expressionless.

Beside him, there stood more than a dozen werewolf guards. The werewolf guards who originally rushed in were afraid that the thirty-third would escape, but according to the current situation, the werewolf guards' worries were obviously unnecessary.

Suddenly, a milky white light shone from nowhere, rendering the cell where Thirty-Three was located a pure white.

After the white light dimmed, the figure of the white-robed holy envoy appeared in front of No. 33. At the same time, the werewolf guards guarding next to No. 33 hurriedly knelt on one knee and shouted in unison, "Lord Holy Envoy!"

The Holy Envoy took off his mask full of cracks, revealing a kind, old Terran face, "Child, are you willing to go back with your father?"

"Holy Father, oh no, it should be the Holy Messenger. Thirty-three's pupils reappeared in focus, he smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "I haven't played enough, and there are still five holy worlds I haven't been to." ”

"Good. ”

The envoy put on his mask again, nodded, and the figure gradually dissipated into the air.

Just as the figure of the white-robed holy envoy was about to dissipate, Number 33 said with a sunny smile, "Holy Father, you should take some time to write another book of light doctrines. ”

"Heh, it really should ......"

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At the eastern end of the Endless Sea, in the depths of the Eastern Continent, occupied by the Abyss Clan.

On top of a rotting swamp shrouded in black mist, thousands of abyssal trolls stood out of thin air.

"My Emperor, is the day when darkness is finally coming?"

At the forefront of the thousands of abyssal trolls was an extremely small abyssal troll wearing a golden crystal crown. Hearing the inquiry of the abyss troll beside him, he smiled slightly, but did not answer.

The Terran-like Abyssal Troll stared at the rotting swamp below, a dark excitement and madness burning in the depths of its dark pupils.

Suddenly, the vast swampy land beneath the abyssal trolls shook incessantly.

Cracks appeared on the rotting swamp, foul-smelling mud bulging up, and black liquid mixed with muddy water overflowed from the cracks, as if something was breaking through the swamp and crawling onto the ground of the swamp.

"Poof!"

A black and yellow liquid gushed out of the crack, and then, a shriveled arm suddenly stretched out from the swamp mud, and with it, a strong stench and fishy smell permeated.

"Demon golems, rejoice in the darkness of eternal life!" )