Thousands of miles in the sky, gloomy clouds.

On the high platform in the middle of the "Fortress of Sorrow", the old man in black stood in the air, occasionally reaching out and grabbing it, ingesting a cloud of resentful spirits from the city and holding it in his palm.

Then, from the lantern in his left hand, he drew a breath of the dead soul and injected it into the resentful spirit aura. The gray-white spirit gradually expands like a fermented dough, and mysterious lines appear on the surface. When the "death knell" loosened its restraints, it staggered high into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

Evil gods don't need to rest, and they don't feel tired. In this way, the "death knell" was grasped, injected, and released by Mance in an orderly manner, and one by one the resentful spirit air masses rose into the air one after another, merging with the thick clouds. This process lasted for several days and nights, and "Death Knell" still had no intention of stopping.

On the second platform, Jersey Val leaned against the railing, his face covered in a swirling fog to hide his true face. On the other side, Ventrov took the initiative to talk to Berge, who had spent some time in the Herseus Valley and knew who the other party was. But the barbarian girl lost her memory of the past, she looked at Ventrove alertly, and subconsciously leaned towards Jerseyval.

"I am the lord of this city, and if you have any questions, you can ask me. The white-haired Nightmare Knight, with his spear apprentice behind him, took the conversation.

"Nothing, nothing. Ventrov hurriedly shook his head, he could feel the majestic power in the other party, between the virtual and the real.

But Ventrov didn't dare to go too far. The brown robe, the greasy "mud" with his hair, is patrolling not far away, although there is an order from "Death Knell", but if this guy comes to cut first and then play, "Death Bell" will not say much.

This is the sadness of the little people.

Changes in the clouds. and did not hide from the Pale Lord.

He looked from afar, and could clearly feel that the clouds above the "Fortress of Sorrows" had been soaked in the breath of the dead soul, and they were spreading around. Due to the obstruction of the cast-iron mountains, the western side spreads a few points faster than in the other directions. By December 14, you should be able to reach the Herseus Valley.

Under the white pagoda, there was a crisp singing, which was the pure children singing sacred hymns. And in the north of Rankin City, a large-scale Divine Array is about to be completed, if the square that can accommodate 10,000 people is the standard, then the area of this Divine Array is more than a hundred times it.

In order to ensure the smooth operation of the Divine Array. Inedil divided the remnants of the New Army of Light into one hundred squads, each responsible for 10,000 believers, and 1,000 priests. They practice day and night, and even affect their daily work and life. However, when the complaining people, after seeing that the Bright Inquisition was not inferior to the methods of the Inquisition, they still wisely chose to obey and did not dare to slack off a little.

Today. Innedir also strengthened his illness and went out of the city to supervise. So on the white tower, only the Pale Lord was left.

He smiled strangely, and secretly mobilized the power of the White Tower, and a trace of obscure fluctuations was projected, flying straight to the southeast, in the direction of the Aygons Mountains.

A small town in the foothills. Isonzo.

In the center of this small city with a population of less than 100,000, a new mansion was built to the extreme of luxury, and even half of the treasury was emptied for this. But no one dared to dispute this, because it was Anarysta's decision, with the support of the "Lord of Shadows" Silves. The former Grand Inquisitor became the queen of the Foothills Kingdoms.

As for Silves himself, he gave up his secular power, and despite repeated dissuasion from Lovito and other close generals, he was still stubborn and ceded the title of lord to Anarysta despite repeated dissuasion by Lovito and other close generals.

"Has Silves returned?" asked the queen in black as she strode into the chamber and frowned. She wore her hair in a high bun, her face was majestic and beautiful, and her statecraft was the same as when she was at the helm of the Inquisition, and her laws were strict and no one could question them.

"Your Highness, Your Excellency has not returned. Lovito, the provisional commander, bowed and replied. Since abdicating the throne, Silves has moved to seclusion in the mountains, and only occasionally appears on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

"The city of Severa has fallen, and the Holy See of Light is too busy to take care of itself, so we should take the opportunity to send troops and occupy the plains below the mountain, which is the second largest grain producing area in Ian," Anarysta urged after taking a few steps back and forth, "Send someone to the mountains and get Sylves back." ”

"My lord said that I don't want to be disturbed. Loveto replied indifferently.

"This is my order!" Anarysta said word for word, stopping in front of him.

"The subordinates know. Lovito's tone was neither salty nor light, and he clearly didn't take it to heart.

"Immediately, immediately!" Anarysta stared at Lovito until he had been ordered to leave, then turned and asked, "How much grain and grass is in the warehouse, and can it meet the needs of the troops?"

"Your Highness, I'm afraid you can't," replied the dizzy-eyed Chancellor of the Exchequer, disappointingly, "the countries of the foothills have always had insufficient grain production, and in previous years they needed the assistance of the Holy See, but this year it is barely enough, which is already very good." ”

"This ...... It doesn't matter," Anarysta was stunned, but quickly picked herself up, "When we occupy the plains below, we will have plenty of food." ”

The officials in the hall looked at each other, eager to remind the optimistic queen that hungry soldiers did not have much combat effectiveness. But thinking of the ensuing consequences, they still swallowed these words back into their stomachs.

"For the sake of morale, I will hold a great feast for all the nobles of the city," Anarysta thought for a moment, and then commanded, "go and prepare now." ”

The Chancellor of the Exchequer was stunned for a moment, and his face showed embarrassment. In order to win the hearts of the people, Anarysta canonized the middle-level and above generals of the trial crusaders as nobles, and if they all attended the banquet, it would be a lot of expenses.

"Go!" Anarysta scolded dissatisfiedly, and the ministers did not dare to disobey, so they reluctantly got up and left. Two days ago, an unlucky fellow was expelled from the royal court by a stick just because of a word of advice.

It wasn't until the hall was empty that Anarysta let out a low sigh, and the momentum that had risen just now suddenly fell.

She froze in place, her eyes blank, after a long time. Fang Cai muttered, "Even if I'm doing this nonsense, don't you still want to come back?"

Mountains and valleys, giant trees towering to the sky.

Silves sat cross-legged on the mossy rocks, looking down at the reflection in the pool.

Black hair and gray eyes, pale face. The once handsome young hunter was now gray. Staying in the darkness for a long time will wear away all the light in him.

"Do you think you can't hurt them by staying away from the crowd?" A distorted grimace suddenly appeared in the waterhole, and the Lord of Shadows appeared, his tone full of sarcasm.

"How do you know if you don't try?" asked Silves calmly. After a crazy "tide of shadows", Silves finally adapted to the existence of the evil god in his body. Subsequently. With his strong will, he gradually broke away from the control of the Lord of Shadows, and not long ago, he regained control of his body in one fell swoop, and maintained a clear mind for a long time.

"Your efforts are in vain, shadows are everywhere, and even more so in people's hearts. The Lord of Shadows snorted, but deep down in his heart. Still a little frightened. After being possessed by an evil god, ordinary humans will only sink completely. But this guy actually began to rebel against himself, which made the Lord of Shadows inexplicably have a bad premonition.

Silves chuckled and didn't answer. Now he has recognized his own situation. It's like the source of a plague, spreading dark energy all the time. In order to avoid harming those companions, Silves chose to actively stay away from them and hid in the mountains. He even thought about what if one day. If you die alone, maybe the evil god in your body can't bring disaster to the world.

"What a noble man," he sneered, with a grimace floating on the water, at the receipt of his thoughts, "but how long can you endure it? a year, or two years, or ten years? With me in you, your life is almost infinite, can you really survive this eternal loneliness?"

"Do your best," Silves replied, and a bird flew by in the woods, his brow furrowed slightly, and he grasped the twin blades of the "Demon Hunter" at his waist, and immediately asked aloud, "Who?"

"My old friend, you seem to have encountered a little setback?" A flirtatious voice sounded, and a miserable white phantom appeared on the other side of Qingtan out of thin air, and said with a chuckle, "Could it be that the host, not very obedient?"

"Shut up!" the Lord of Shadows said angrily, "How did you find me?"

"A little trick," the Pale Lord laughed, "why, aren't you welcome?"

"You came to me for no reason, didn't you have something to ask for?" The Lord of Shadows' feelings quickly calmed down, and he suspended in mid-air, asking keenly.

"Let's join forces. The Pale Lord smiled and took the initiative to say.

"Oh?" the Lord of Shadows pondered for a moment, clearly unconvinced, "what the hell are you up to?"

"I made a deal with Deathknell, I will help him harvest the souls of the Snowton army, he will help me relieve the Ian crisis and take control of the Holy White Tower......" The Pale Lord didn't hide too much, "What, are you interested in getting involved?"

"You're so embarrassed by a human being that you're embarrassed to say such a thing?" said the Lord of Shadows disdainfully, "Seeing that Snowton's army is about to fall into Ranken's city, how can you help Deathknell and harvest its soul?"

"There is a way, of course," the Pale Lord paced in the air, his voice softened, "but you also know that the 'mud' and 'bedbug' have always obeyed the orders of the 'death knell', and now even the 'bat' seems to have fallen to his side, and the 'evil spirit' does not know where to go, and I am alone, so I came to you......"

"What good will I do after this is done?" asked the Lord of Shadows bluntly, there is no trust between evil gods, but it is not impossible to use each other.

"To the east of the mountains of Aygunes, all of Setstien, is yours," the Pale Lord promised, "and you and I are an alliance that will remain unchanged for a thousand years. ”

"What about the Buyada Empire south of Aegons, and what about the Torm Commonwealth west of Ian?" the Lord of Shadows asked, "Are these places yours or mine?"

"If you are willing to join forces with me to deal with the 'bats', then how about the Buyada Empire, you and I are half alone?" the Pale Lord discussed, "As for the Torm Federation, let's not get involved for the time being...... 'Greedy' guy is not the strongest, but when her private property is threatened, she dares to fight the 'Scarlet'." ”

"Also," the Lord of Shadows rarely agreed to this old adversary, "one of them knows how to kill, and the other likes money, money, and money, and they are not easy to mess with." ”

"In that case, how about we sign a contract?" the Pale Lord stretched out a finger, and the white light rippled from the fingertips.

"Good ......" The Lord of Shadows swirled in the air and slammed back into Silves' head. Silves snorted and collapsed to the ground limply, his eyes showing a look of struggle, but his body quickly lost control. After a few moments, Silves got up again, stretched out his fingers and pressed against the Pale Lord, and the gray and white air currents gushed out, binding their palms firmly, and the two of them held hands and made an oath, and the air flow expanded and contracted several times, condensed into a contract mark, and then shattered into two pieces, and threw them into the bodies of the two evil gods.

"I'll be waiting for you in the White Tower. The Pale Lord smiled and nodded, and the phantom flickered and dissipated with a thud.

As the night rose and the birds chirped, Silves sat down slowly, and then with a shock all over, he regained consciousness.

"Do you think I really have nothing to do with you?" The Lord of Shadows reappeared, just now he used strong means to regain control of the body, but this method is actually extremely damaging to the host's soul and cannot be used at will.

Silves gasped heavily, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. He looked at the arrogant Lord of Shadows, and a wave of despair welled up in his heart.

Could it be that he really couldn't escape from his palm? If he knew this, why did he bother to let this devil out at that time?

"Have you forgotten that it was you who pleaded with Anarysta to find the source of her strength...... When you recaptured the Inquisition, you were so grateful to me......" As the two of them were in a state of mind, the Lord of Shadows intercepted his thoughts and reminded with a smile, "What's more, I am not a devil, but an evil god, an evil god. ”

"I'm not going to give in. Silves clenched his fists, sharp nails poking into his palms, and blood oozed faintly.

"I'm not going to give in...... Never ......" he repeated sentence after sentence, as if he was afraid that he would forget his original identity, forget his dreams and persistence.

"I appreciate your courage. The Lord of Shadows grinned, and his hideous grimace swooped into Silves' brow.

... (To be continued......)

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