"As you can see, I'm a half-demon. My father is a human and my mother is a succubus, the noblest and most powerful demon in the Seventh Hell. My mother gave birth to me in hell, but I was put to death for breaking the taboo of intermarriage with other races. In order not to let me be harmed, she sent me to this world to hide from her people. I don't know when I got the knife, but I knew it must have been left by my mother, she said......

'If evil spirits come to you, slash at them with this knife, and the knife will send them back to hell, and it will be difficult for them to reach this world again. Humans are greedier than demons, but remember not to use them on innocent humans, who will be afraid and will die a painful death in hell, and you will be murderous. ’

Therefore, the person who was slashed by the knife was not actually dead, but was transported to hell. I later named it [Hell's Messenger], and to date, you are the first human to dare to challenge me, but you have survived. The half-witch said to Motriti.

"After all, it's because you didn't cut ......"

"Because you're not greedy. The half-witch gestured to the craftsmen to get to work, and moved a few more chairs. "Now that you've seen it, make good on your promise and sit down. I want to hear stories from outside. ”

-

"The Messenger of Hell, in her hands? Motridi didn't want it, this was a good opportunity. Abaddon looked at the scene in Chlobe Ruth's divination mirror, the cold air surrounding his heavy armor, freezing every inch of air.

"Phantom Assassin, I have given you this mission. Capture the Messenger of Hell, and if you have any strength left, clean them both up. ”

"Yes. ”

I saw a person walking out of the darkness, her outfit was exactly the same as the original Motriti, and even her appearance was very similar. This is the stand-in of Motriti cultivated by the Dire League, and now she wears a crazy mask at all times, and the cold tip of her nose and the slightly downturned curvature of her lips can confirm that she is actually completely different from Motriti. Cold-blooded, after accepting the contract, she became mechanized again, and her humanity was completely annihilated, and she knew that she only had to do one thing: kill until she died.

"General, I think that Moltriti may still be of some use in Radiant. Chlobe Ruth said.

"It didn't do much use. Take a long-term view, Chlobe Ruth. Do you think she'll ever turn back, and when she grows up, she'll turn against us!" Abaddon said bluntly, Crobe Ruth lowered her head, and then turned to Motriti's stand-in, "Tell me, what are your plans?"

"Everything was done as the general told him. ”

Hearing this, Abaddon was so angry that he burned himself. Dire has spent hundreds of soldiers as targets for sparring partners to get to where they are today! Those people have paid with their lives!

Why is the IQ as hopeless as Motriti before?

"General, the half-witch just said that it takes ten days to make three hundred broadswords. They'll stay there until all the weapons are built. Chlobe Ruth shifted her gaze from the divination mirror to the general in front of her.

"Where?"

"Close to the land of slaughter, a hundred miles of desolate people. ”

"The Dead? If I'm not mistaken, he's still there, right?Phantom Assassin, you haven't met him yet, but the power of the contract allows you to identify him. You go to him first and discuss with him what to do. I think he'll be very happy when he hears who his target is. ”

"General, you should be cautious! The enemy is the Templar and Motriti, the power of the messenger of hell, and you can't take it lightly, only two people, I'm afraid it will ......"

I don't know if Abaddon has forgotten, anyway, Crowbe Ruth has always remembered the shame of the past. Abaddon took his four generals to arrest Motriti, let her run away, and was seriously injured three people.

"There are people with Radiant, and if Motriti still wants to mingle with Radiant, she won't dare to show her true power. Maybe the Templar would take care of her, and it would be ideal if they could lure both of them away from the half-witch. Chlobe Ruth, give her a divination eye. ”

Chlobe Ruth made a series of gestures, sucking the scene from the divination mirror into a sphere that could be held with one hand and tossing it to the stand-in. From this sphere, you can see the same image in real time as in the divination mirror.

"Now, go and pick a good horse and get ready to go. Abaddon commanded the stand-in.

-

The half-witch used all of her twenty or so demon blacksmiths, all of whom came to craft the broadsword. This directly led to a shortage of materials, and a few people went out to buy steel. The whole weapons shop is not big, but it keeps everyone busy.

Since the wait was so long, Lanaya had to explain to the big leagues that something was wrong in front of the half-witch, and that she had to be out of her sight, or even out of her hearing. However, the half-witch said that she would not let any of them leave the weapon shop for half a step, and had people bring tea and water to carry out a forced reception.

Isn't there any difference between "tell me a story" and torture?

Motriti also saw Lanaya's difficulty, and the two looked at each other, Motriti raised her head and said, "If you forcibly keep us again, I will take your messenger of hell." ”

The half-witch immediately became alert, and like a cat suddenly aware of the crisis, she bowed her back slightly, staring at them cautiously.

"We've paid the money, can we still run?" do you think about it, we'll make a special trip to send you the money and leave?" Ranaya asked.

The half-witch didn't say a word, and it wasn't until Mo Cuiti pulled out her knife that she exclaimed, "It's not that I won't let you out, it's that I can't go out!"

"Why?"

"Do you know what kind of place this is? It's Prisoner Ridge! Some dead things are worse than alive! It's night again, can you go out and come back!"

After a few seconds of silence in the room, Lanaya said, "Then you don't have to worry. ”

When the half-witch was stunned, the two of them had already walked out.

"Since she said it was dangerous out there, we can't take it too seriously, right? Lanaya let Xiao Zi out as she spoke, "But I didn't hear any strange movement outside the other night." Otherwise, how dare she build a weapon shop here. ”

Then Lanaya sensed that something was wrong.

When Xiao Zi saw Motriti, she was hostile to her and tried to attack her.

Fortunately, Motriti's dodge skill points are high, and she didn't hit it all at once.

"Xiao Zi, what are you doing?"

"Isn't she your enemy?"

Lanaya frowned, as if she was carefully digesting Xiao Zi's words, but finally shook her head: "No, you are mistaken." ”

Xiao Zi had no choice but to retract the pair of somewhat frightening blades, and at first glance, it looked a little similar to Motriti's current appearance.

After walking a few hundred meters to make sure the half-witches wouldn't hear their conversation and their allies, Lanaya reported the current situation to the major league headquarters and Silvernight City.

“...... That's fine, don't worry, the most important thing is to ensure the quality. Where are you?"

"It's a place called Prisoner Ridge. ”

"Oh...... What? How do you get to that place to buy things? Did you read any information about it from the Ministry of Intelligence beforehand?"

Hearing that there was something wrong with the other party's tone, Lanaya also felt the weirdness of the surrounding atmosphere, "...... What's wrong?"

"That's where the wreckage of war is piled up, where the bodies of horses and soldiers are dumped. You don't see it now, maybe you haven't gotten to the foot of the mountain. There are ...... in that place."

Suddenly, in the dark dead forest, there was the sound of chains expanding and contracting.

Both of them heard it for the first time, and before Lanaya could cut off contact, there was a loud sound of hard objects colliding behind her.

"Hmm...... It hurts!" Motridi took the knife with her other hand and shook her wrist, "There was something about to attack you just now, I didn't expect it to be so heavy." ”

It really can only be called [thing], and the reason why Motriti is so sure is because it is the Dire Contractor, her kind, who lurks in the shadows. Even if people with the same relic attributes can't see each other, they can sense each other's existence and derive certain information from them when they are close enough to a certain extent.

Lanaya doesn't have the heart to express her gratitude to Motrite right now, and she needs to be extra careful.

"We ...... Run?" Motriti asked. She is not afraid of killing her own kind, but for the sake of the safety of the two of them. After all, she knows a little bit about the other party's details.

"Nope. Ranaya had already drawn the Sky Sword at some point, and then relied on the change in voice to make a distance judgment, and placed a psionic trap in the direction where the thing had attacked her before, and the land was instantly illuminated.

Sadly, no one was seen.

"Xiao Zi, if you go over there to look for it, you won't be able to run far. ”

Not long after Xiao Zi flew out, the sound of iron chains rang out again.

In Lanaya's case, what is miscalculated the first time, there will be no successful second time.

It was just a small angle, and what quickly shot in front of me was a giant iron hook. Lanaya's hands had been strengthened by psionic energy, and she could see it clearly in the light, and she clenched the iron hook in one fell swoop.

As the chain was quickly retracted, the wind around him was howling, and the sword of the sky in his other hand suddenly burned with a pale golden flame.

When the owner of the iron hook saw what was on his iron hook, he couldn't help but glare at him like a dead man. The inertia could not be eliminated, but he took on a more expectant expression, reaching out the huge machete he held in his other hand.

Ranaya vanished in a fog of silence in front of him, and he slashed into the air.

The sword of the sky stabbed at the top of his head with a blazing temperature, sinking into his forehead and peeking through the back of his head. Charred flesh, fat, brain-pulp and something worse fused into a foul smell.

The fat, rancid monster fell with a heavy iron hook and machete.

"Are you alright?" Motriti had just arrived, just as she saw Lanaya draw the Celestial Sword.

"This kind of dirty thing, I don't want to kill it a second time. Lanaya said without looking back.