Chapter 871 102. Fath Tundra
“Everything you have will be dedicated to me.”
The low, powerful words caused sticky ripples in the magma lake.
The lava rippled on the lakeside, and Annan, who lowered his head, said stiffly: "That's my honor."
"Regardless of life, treasure, or soul."
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"No matter life, wealth...treasure, or soul." Annan's eyes flashed with a flash of struggle, but he continued as he said.
The Demon Lord confirmed that Annan has been controlled: "I want you to take your floating city to the east and kill its minions at any cost!"
Annan suddenly suddenly He started to tremble violently, and his numb eyes regained some clarity: "No...I won't touch the stone with eggs..."
"You have to go..."
"No...Master ...Devil Lord, don’t try to manipulate me in my dream!”
Annan suddenly broke free from the control of the demon king and cast the only spell he could cast now: the talent spell.
Like an obscure spell being chanted, waves rippled along the edge of the lava lake. A bright golden light beam that was completely different from this scorching hell pierced through the apocalyptic red clouds and poured down like a god descending.
As the light beam became more solid, an angel holding a giant sword slowly appeared from the clouds.
"God Realm? No! How can you have such power..."
The flaming shadow of the Demon Lord looked up at this scene, and the lava lake set off turbulent waves with its anger. .
At this time, the slowly descending angel gradually faded away.
Annan stopped singing and said seriously: "I have no intention of being an enemy of you, the great demon king... We have appreciated magical images together and spent many happy times. I feel that we should not be enemies. ..."
The Demon Lord stared at Annan in deep thought. At a certain moment, the pressure on his soul suddenly dissipated.
This means that the Demon King can face Annan a little more seriously.
"You can't say no...if you still want the souls of your men."
Saying that, it raised its hand.
The claws, which were completely made of deep dark red magma and were still flowing with lava, suddenly had countless balls of pure white light appearing in them.
Annan saw familiar figures in those light balls: Ymir, Broken Tooth, and the sacrificed warriors of Hell Mountain...
"How could..."
Annan once went to the Devil Notary Office to ask the trainee devils, but they said that the souls in the River of the Dead all depended on luck, and they could not accurately find those souls... Unexpectedly, they were taken over by the Demon King. got up.
So...the Demon Lord is actually watching his every move! ?
There is also a possibility that the Demon King peeked into his thoughts and his own weaknesses during the short-term control just now... But Annan didn't dare to gamble.
What if the soul in its hand is real...
"What do you want me to do?" In the end, Annan chose to cooperate.
“Kill it.”
The other claw of the Demon Lord brushed by, and the rising lava condensed into the image of a red dragon warlock with long hair and a dragon tail.
"I have a condition, you must first give me half of your soul."
"No...you are not qualified to bargain." The demon king refused.
Annan frowned: "Then how do I know the souls in your hands are real?"
"Do you want to take a gamble, little human being..." The Demon Lord grabbed those souls. , put it to your mouth.
"Okay! I promise you! I will deal with that red dragon, no matter what the cost..." Annan said loudly, "But I hope you will do what you say!" To expect the devil to do what he says, Annan might as well dream about one day in the future. , Martin suddenly tore open his face: "Aha, I'm sorry for playing with you for so long. In fact, I am the god of fools!"
But Annan could only agree to it first, in order to leave Here, for...souls.
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Annan woke up leisurely and saw the familiar ceiling and a pair of beautiful worried eyes.
"I'm fine..." he said.
"The Demon King?" Olmedo asked.
Annan sat up and leaned on the pillow erected by Itilia: "Well... it forced me into a dream and lured me to the Fasi Tundra with some unknown rewards, real or fake, to kill The dead demon commander, a legendary red dragon warlock. "
The entire Kingdom of Dimon is waiting for the Holy Grail Knight to go, the minion who is missed by the demon king... It is by no means an ordinary legendary red dragon warlock. ...
Even if its strength is not as good as the current ancestor, it is not much inferior.
"It promised you treasure?" Olmedo guessed that Annan promised it.
"No...it's Ymir, Broken Tooth and their souls..."
"Are they in its hands?"
"I'm not sure, but I Don’t dare to gamble.”
“Then what are you going to do?”
"Let's go and take a look first. At least there is the main force of the entire Kingdom of Dimon over there. We are not fighting alone..."
The main force of the Kingdom of Dimon plus Liberty City...mainly the Skeleton King, Siwa Mr. Luo, Dean Blehim, these people should be able to defeat a group of demons and the legendary red dragon warlock, right?
"If that doesn't work, let Ilimoyas invite her ancestors...where is her dragon?"
"I will go to the lair after I send you back."
< br>Annan got up sideways: "Without further delay, I will set off with her now."
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The north has a cruel winter, but at least in autumn, the beauty here is not inferior to that of spring.
The sun shines through the clouds floating in the sky and falls on the ground, in the forest, and in the streams. The shadows seem to cling to the ground and undulate one after another. This is a gift only for the creatures soaring in the sky.
The animals rolled in the lush carpet-like grass, enjoying the gentle caress of the wild grass and the short-term peace above it...
As Annan went eastward, these beautiful animals There are fewer and fewer scenes, and at the end of the skyline, the sky is burning like fire, and the earth is shaking violently, as if it has been cut open by invisible giant claws. Black and red blood oozed from the wound...it was a group of demons from the abyss. They gradually converge into a frenzy of extinction.
Annan's eyes retracted from the despairing distance and landed on a pure land that had not yet been touched by demons and was still full of life.
A majestic city with countless towers is located on the only high mountain in this tundra. Those mage towers shine in the sun, like long needles made of pearls and silver, tall, tall, and brilliant. Eye-catching.
At the foot of her mountain, long lines of vehicles gathered from all sides of the kingdom, transporting supplies and soldiers to fight the devil here.
Annan wanted to go straight to the city on the mountain to express his intention, but he saw a familiar face at the foot of the mountain.
He patted Ilimoyas and asked her to land in front of the simple camp.
Holding the circled long whip, Shadow Song, who was training the prisoner soldiers on the playground, raised his head in surprise and watched the blue dragon carrying the familiar figure land in front of him.
"Annan?"
Annan waved his hand.
"I said, we will meet again."
(End of this chapter)