There weren't many people at Blackhall's Gate in the middle of the night, only a few mage assistants were maintaining the portal, and the main body of the portal was under the deeper ground, which didn't matter in terms of the structure of the portal alone.

Therefore, there is only one official red robe among the guards, and the only role is probably to call the police when there is an accident.

But when the intruders are strong enough to stop the guards' thinking before they call the police, the sentry posts are useless.

Scattered silvery-white flashes pierced the foreheads of a group of patrolmen, who fell to the ground after trembling like a lightning strike, and the dust rose from the fire from the lower realms, but the mixed silver-white light was a little weird—generally this kind of aura did not belong to the creatures of the abyss.

A large winged monster appeared in the doorway of the light, and a seemingly insignificant young humanoid shadow floated beside him, and the giant longbow in his hand, which was much taller than his body, turned into a cloud of light and disappeared.

It lifted its head and sniffed with its nose, and its hourglass-shaped pupils became rounded and shrunk into a slit like a cat's eye.

"Master, where are we going?" asked Adi respectfully.

"West, wait......" There was a hint of confusion in the blood-red pupils, as if they had captured some strange information: "There is a strange smell." ”

"Strange smell?" Adi blinked wide.

"You change your shape first. It said to the gigantic Balormo.

"Change shape?" Adi tilted his head, a little puzzled, but when he saw the magic bag in his hand, he cried out in horror: "No, no, no, no, Adi doesn't like this, no-"

The demon shrank into the pouch with an inconspicuous scream.

It flipped through its bag, looked up at the sky, and vanished in a flash, leaving only a few corpses behind.

...... There was a strange smell of silver in the room, a faint soft light filtering through the pink gauze and sprinkling on Lannie's body, the incense around her dizzying, she knew that the potion was corroding her willpower, but she also knew that she couldn't resist it—she didn't even have the most basic ability to resist.

A group of women wiping her body with warm water and towels revealed to her what would happen to her, and these playful waitress wore marked collars around their necks, and talked to each other in silvery and vague words, their eyes full of cloudy **, and occasionally irritated the sensitive areas of Lannie's body with provocative techniques.

This action, which might have excited Lannie in the past, was now undoubtedly terrifying, and it slowed her progress in succumbing to the drug, and she looked at the waitresses with a look of disgust in her eyes.

"How's that? These are my works. The woman named Tumilin turned around with a smile, and beside her was a table with potion bottles placed on it, and she pointed to the dumbfounded-looking waitress, and said in a lazy tone: "Well, training is a handicraft, they are all beautiful women looted by Odyssilon from all over the world, and they all have various surnames, but after my hands, they have all become like this, ah, you know they have been suffocated lately, Lord Lifal, they can only solve each other's problems." ”

Lannie looked at the waitress who put her hand into her lower body, the face was full of stupidity, she was angry, she twisted her body hard, the finger came out of her body with some mucus, the waitress let out a series of laughter, took the water-stained finger into her mouth, and her eyes became more charming.

Lannie's face turned gray, and she tilted her head to the side, retching.

"Well, look, how disrespectful you are to my creatures. Tumilin frowned, took out a long whip with thorns and put it back: "Oh, forget it, pain alone can't make people succumb, and love is no exception, I say, don't you think they're happy?"

She giggled and rubbed the hair of a waitress.

"Happiness?" Lannie chuckled, "why do I feel pitiful for these rotten flesh that has lost itself?" ”

"Poor, well, the guy with a full mind is called pitiful, the happiest thing in this world is not to think about anything, then there will be no pain, generally speaking, only the eternal dead can enjoy this happiness, but at the same time they will lose more pleasant experiences, well, my research is how to make people enjoy that happiness and have more pleasure at the same time. She lifted the chin of a waitress with a silky wink: "Tell me, are you happy now?"

"Mom, Mom......" The waitress nodded as if she hadn't gone through her brain at all, and smirked.

"Look! how happy she is. Tumilin burst out laughing.

"It turned out to be the Walking Dead...... bloodshot Lannie's eyes filled with anger, and while the anger dispelled the fear, it made the dizziness even more obvious.

"Intense emotions like the waves of the sea, I love this. Tumilin narrowed his eyes and leaned over Lanny's cheek, "Burned out in a violent outburst, and finally returned to obedience and calm, oh, wonderful, you should be a slave girl, I'm sure." ”

"Damn, you damn bitch!" she cursed as her vision grew more and more foggy.

Tumilin laughed even more cheerfully, the two clumps of fat on her chest swaying up and down excitedly, but a cool breeze blowing in from the window made her shiver - the climate near the Abyssal Gate was a little strange under the distortion of time and space, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and it was clear that it was time to blow the cold wind.

But she was more concerned about: "Hell, who opened the window." ”

She turned her head, and then she saw a creepy sight.

A silver-white figure with blood-red pupils floated motionless in front of the window, I don't know how long he watched there, like a ghost, and Tumilin instantly burst into a cool air.

Despite the supernatural powers of Faeron, seeing ghosts in the middle of the night is still enough to scare people to death.

Her lips twitched twice, and before she could say anything, she heard an ethereal voice: "Damn bitch, you mean they damn it?"

Tumilin knew it was talking, and to her distraction, the ghost made a sound and turned its face in the direction of the confinement bed, and Lannie had clearly noticed.

The cold wind outside the window blew away the incense in the house, and she was a little sober, but still a little confused, and when she saw the ghost of the window, her mind was a little short-circuited, and when she heard the inquiry, she aroused the anger in her heart.

"Yes, they all have to die!" she scolded.

"I see. The blood-red pupils flickered for a moment, and he nodded at Tumilin and the smirking maids, "You all have to die." ”

It's like a rigid repetition.

It was as if he was asking for the opinions of these people.

Tumilin was clearly not afraid to answer, she was frightened, and ran out screaming—an apparent luxury, and the ghost raised her arm of light, and a ray of light pierced her head from behind, and she fell to the floor, convulsed a few times like an electric shock, and then fell to her body.

The maids were still humming and having fun, and when they didn't give an answer, it released several rays of light in succession, ending their lives.

By this time, Lanny's mind had come to her senses, and her brain shuddered as she stared at the ghost floating towards her.

After she passed out, she was terrified by this strange scene, where did this ghost come from, and why did it help her?

Her gaze looked through the dazzling light outside the ghost's body, and saw that the exposed part of the 'ghost' was a crystal-like translucent body, a long silver-white hair that looked like translucent flames from the end to the end, two tiny sharp horns peeking out from the sides of the forehead, and a pair of small bat-like wings could be seen behind the back as it glided.

It's a bit like a monster from the Nether, but where does a monster look like this?

The most striking thing about the whole body is the face that still has a sense of substance.

The point is that the face looks very familiar.

The ghost leaned down, frowned and glanced at the woman on the bed in a daze, sniffed at her a few more times, and said in a confused tone: "You are not him, how can you have his smell?"

Lanny looked at the face, it was easy to know who he was referring to, and with lightning thoughts of the possible connection between the two, her fear faded slightly, her eyes rolled, and she began to ask, "Who are you, and what does it have to do with him?"

The ...... ghost was silent for a while: "I sensed that he was suffering a calamity in the Nether, and if you have nothing else to do with him, I'll go...... He also needs my help. ”

"Wait!" Lannie saw the ghost turn around and leave, and quickly stopped, "Can you help me?"

"Help you?" it looked back and raised its eyebrows in confusion, "Why?"

"I'm ......" Lannie rolled her eyes, "I'm his...... Uh, friend, you need to help me, I'm going with you to help him. ”

She thought of this statement in a confused mind, and it was the only way she could think of getting out of it now.

It looked at Lannie suspiciously, and finally the familiar scent won its trust, and it nodded, and several long hairs stretched out, slicing through Lanny's confinement like blades of white light.

She breathed a sigh of relief, got up and moved her limp limbs, looked around, and opened the cabinet next to the bed, she saw that there were only a few pajamas inside, and frowned, but she had no choice but to change them and rushed out with the ghost.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Now go to the west. It replied, "He is on the west side, very close, and I feel it." ”

"Close?" Lannie frowned, skeptical of its claims, but she had to shift her mind when she saw the glittering Otherworldly Gate not far away—this was not the time to be cranky.

She looked at its transparent body and wondered again, "By the way, who are you? What are you?

It stopped, which made Lannie a little nervous if she would touch the sensitive spot of the little monster.

"I'm Belen, as for the rest of the question?" it shook its head, "I'm not a monster, I'm just me." ”

Lannie froze for a moment, stunned by the name of the coin, but she felt her body float with a special force, and she heard the 'Belen' tone become a little impatient:

"You're too slow, we need to hurry. ”

"Uh......" she nodded hurriedly.

At the same time, even if you run fast, how can you catch up with the spell?

She was wandering when she felt the flight stop, and she froze, and then saw Belen looking around with an alert gaze.

"What are you that dare to invade Blackhall!?" Dozens of mages appeared from all directions, and an old man with a white beard shouted fiercely with a magic staff, and the roar spread through the amplified spell throughout Blackhall.

Belen's expression was solemn, and the light converged into a crystal bow, which was held in her hand, and at the same time, a radiant arrow spat out from the palm of her other hand......

(To be continued)