Chapter 215 Night of Valpus (please subscribe!)
“A night with you?”
Looking at Lilith’s green-white jade finger pointing at Yeats, Yeats and Herod couldn’t help but Shocked.
This request is indeed made by the Lord of Lust... Yeats thought to himself... However, bards do not sell their bodies!
If you have to stay overnight, that is also a different price! (wrong)
"Why, doesn't your little girlfriend agree?"
Lilith's fingertips were wrapped around her enchanting red hair. Her beautiful neck was as white as gelatin in the moonlight. She smiled brightly and said to Hilud with a playful look. :
“The threat of the apostles is right in front of us, and you don’t want everyone’s efforts to go to waste, right?”
Hilud’s pale golden eyes contained sullenness, and she held the hilt of the sword. Her knuckles turned slightly white, and immediately, the black knight's hoarse oracle sounded in her ears.
As the chosen one of the Black Knight, the God of Strategy, Herod can get tips from the Black Knight through the 'Blessing·Knight's Choice', sometimes it is just a few words, sometimes it is exact guidance, and this The reply was to remind Hilud to stay calm.
"She gets pleasure from playing with her emotions and looks forward to your anxious reaction. Hilud, don't expose your inner wavering. This will make her even more excited."
What a bad taste... Hilud's heart Think, restrain your anger, raise your indifferent With her eyes, she looked at Yeats indifferently and said, "The key is to see whether he agrees or not."
Seeing that Herod didn't react much, Lilith crossed her arms with some boredom and glanced lazily at The silver-haired boy had a charming and charming smile.
The silver-haired boy calmly changed the subject and said:
"I would rather talk to you about [alliance] than this."
"Form an alliance?" Lilith seemed to hear something extremely ridiculous, and her branches trembled.
“We have a common enemy.”
Killing the current apostle is in line with Lilith’s position. Yeats knew that even if he didn’t say anything, she would take action to meet the enemy. Because demons and angels never stop fighting.
If she doesn’t attack the apostle, the apostle will attack her.
Seizing this opportunity is the key to getting on the line with hell.
Although demons are scary, they can also be powerful aids, such as the legendary story of King Solomon's contract with the seventy-two pillars of demons.
Taking a step back, although Yeats is not qualified to sign a contract with the devil, as long as he cooperates with Diamond Tooth to let the war between hell and the kingdom of God resume, it will be a victory!
Yeats' thoughts were like lightning and he said calmly: "By killing Sariel, you can even rob him of his divinity. Isn't this a good deal for you?"
" I’m not interested in divinity, but my interest in you is getting bigger and bigger~”
Lilith smiled sweetly, feeling quite novel, and said:
"This is the first time I've heard that human beings' low-level transcendental beings are allying with the demons of hell..."
"I would like to ask you, little one." Lilith stopped laughing and raised her lips. She curled up, and her eyes flashed with a fascinating and charming purple light, "Why do you ally with me?"
Lilith is lying, Yeats thought, she is extremely thirsty for Sariel's divinity, because They jointly share part of the authority of the "Dark Moon".
Astrology believes that the sun is the soul, the moon is emotion, the dark moon is ambition, and Lilith is the term referring to the "dark moon" in astrology.
In layman's terms, when the brightness of the moon becomes very weak, even almost invisible in the sky, and the moon goddess hides her brilliance, Lilith's authority will appear here.
Evil Eye Sariel uses the dark moon to observe the world, while Lilith uses the dark moon to sneak into dreams. As long as she can swallow this part of Sariel's power, her divine power will be greatly increased.
Yeats did not expose Lilith’s lies and said calmly:
“Because I know your past. Before you were defeated in the battle between gods and fell into hell, you were in charge. The goddess of storms is the embodiment of natural disasters and storms."
Lilith's eyes suddenly shrank to a point, and the smile on her face quickly disappeared. The charm and enchantment just now disappeared without a trace, and the corners of her mouth were still there. It was upturned, but an extremely terrifying aura was revealed from her body.
Faced with the majestic pressure coming towards him, Yeats’ expression remained normal and he continued:
"Although I am weak, I can still provide you with some help in your revenge against the Kingdom of God, such as...intelligence, which is the key to war."
Every demon in hell has an unknown story. The past events are buried deep in their hearts, and few gods can understand them.
For example, Lucifer’s title before his fall was ‘Lucifer’, and he was the most powerful archangel in the Kingdom of God.
But he never refused to reveal this past incident.
Even Lilith gradually pieced together the background of this hell demon through fragmented clues.
Why did Lord Lucifer retain his history as an archangel?
Maybe because there are too many records, it cannot be deleted.
Lilith herself has the duality of good and evil, symbolizing the breeze and the storm, and is known as the "Storm Goddess". However, after experiencing a tragic defeat, she fell into hell and has since become a lust that symbolizes original sin. Lord.
Lilith did not even reveal this past incident to her colleagues, but the young man in front of her actually told the truth!
He is only a human being, and he only has the strength of three rings. Where did he know this information?
Could it be that he is the chosen one of some god and has an unknown mission?
Lilith was full of confusion, and her heart was cold. Her eyes no longer looked at the silver-haired boy, but looked at him seriously.
In nearly a thousand years, Lilith has understood one thing. Human beings cannot be taken lightly, because once human beings are promoted to the holy realm, they have the qualifications to challenge gods. Even gods will bleed and be injured by humans.
The wisdom of human beings is the biggest reason why they can prosper to this day surrounded by many long-lived races.
“I don’t know where you learned these things.” Lilith stared deeply at Yeats, “Since you said you wanted to provide me with information, then facing the current enemy, you How to prove your worth? ”
"I told you, will you fight against the Evil Eye Apostle?" Yeats looked at Lilith.
"I don't like suspicious men, but as long as you prove that you have unique abilities, I am willing to pay the price of letting this divinity dissipate and join hands with you to fight Sariel." Lilith Her slender fingers were twirling around her slightly curly red hair, her eyes were crystal clear.
"The Apostle of the Evil Eye, also known as Sariel, has similar authority to you, and what he fears most is bright light." Yeats told the intelligence about Sariel, "And his domain , called the 'realm of true vision', in other words, He sees all of our current conversation. He also knows that you have arrived and will soon launch a fierce attack on you... After all, your divinity is to Him, It is also an excellent supplement.”
It even knows its weaknesses and areas so clearly!
Lilith looked slightly shocked, not sure why this human boy knew so much about the apostles.
The story of "The Odyssey" has proved that even Poseidon cannot destroy human wisdom and will, and even the goddess of wisdom is willing to join hands with humans to fight against the enemy.
As the Demon God of Hell, I can also temporarily form an alliance with humans!
“Because you are very suitable to my taste, little one~” Lilith looked at Yeats with fiery eyes and licked the corner of her mouth with her pink tongue, “I will help you to fight against the apostles!”< br>
The Evil Eye Apostle's gaze has long been focused here. He still dare not determine Lilith's intention. Maybe Lilith will abandon these believers without conflicting with him head-on.
But seeing that Lilith had reached some kind of cooperation with the human boy, the Evil Eye Apostle knew that the Holy War was inevitable.
The surging energy of the sanctuary level spread out a halo on the mountain peak, forcibly repelling Candela and Circe. A laser-like red beam condensed in the eyes, suddenly cut through the sky, ignited the air, and blasted towards the battlefield where Yeats was. !
"I've been waiting for this!" Zuan Ya's excited voice sounded in Yeats's mind, "A holy war! Let's fight!"
As a world leader, Zuan Ya The squirrel in the tree who is best at making fire, his real name is "Ratatosk". His greatest feat is undoubtedly provoking a fight between the black dragon and the condor. It was a real world-destroying divine battle.
Now that the environment is sluggish, we can only watch the battles at the sanctuary level.
But for dental drilling, it is also a rare pleasure!
Yeats suddenly felt tired.
I feel that if I let Diamond stay at home for a long time, I will inevitably get involved in these earth-shattering battles in the future!
But even if Tooth is not by his side, the storm that should come will always come. Yeats has a very optimistic attitude. Looking at Lilith and Sariel under the moonlight, he is unconsciously assimilated by Tooth and screams in his heart. :
“Fight harder!”
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Under the night, the full moon hangs high.
The aftermath of the war has left the Broken Mountains devastated.
Two figures fell from a high altitude and fell towards the mountain, creating a huge crater with a bang. In the smoke, Kendra's white robe was damaged, and he struggled to help Circe up.
Cersei's background is still far inferior to that of Kandra, who inherited the heritage of the Guardian. Her efforts to fight against the Holy Realm have brought her to her limit.
The price of forcibly raising the soul power to the quasi-sacred level is to burn one's soul all the time, like a candle in the wind.
Her appearance was already older than Candela's. The dark green flames swaying on her body gradually weakened, and she was almost unconscious. She whispered softly:
"Candra..."
"I'm here "
"I look ugly now?"
"How could it be?" A soft smile appeared on Candela's vicissitudes of face.
"Actually, I have always wanted to find you all these years..." Circe said, "I have never...never...never forgiven you."
Kandra still smiled, her smile was rather forced. with sadness.
Cersei stretched out her bony hand and grabbed Candela's collar, "It's all the fault of the damn guardian, otherwise... you wouldn't have left me..."
Candela He stood frozen in place, endless memories flooding into his mind.
He thought of the girl kicking on the water by the lake. He thought of the girl who was half-conscious, carrying him on her back among the thorns, and kept talking to him with a tearful voice, asking him not to fall asleep, not to die.
In that destined tower, Candela got a second life, shouldered the mission of watching over the world, and his personal relationship with the witch was completely lost.
"Do you regret it?" Kandra asked both Circe and herself. "What if..." Circe's old wrinkled cheeks became younger in Candela's eyes.
She still looks weird.
Kandra's eyes were slightly red, and she rubbed her cheek with her big hands, begging her in a low voice not to fall asleep.
Circe said almost as if she was dreaming:
"If I had the chance to come back again..."
"I will still take you to that place..."
"Because..."
Warm tears fell from Candela's eyes.
Circe gently reached out and wiped away the tears from his eyes.
She seemed to be reflecting back on herself, her dark eyes filled with infinite love and tenderness, and whispered:
"I don't want to watch you fall asleep before me. ”
Kandra held Circe’s body and stayed still for a long time.
A huge sadness enveloped him like a torrent.
He couldn't tell the direction. Amidst the dim stars and the trembling wind, he stood in the middle of the endless wilderness, crying.
Time, don’t let it pass anymore, please stop.
“Cersei, I can’t protect anything.” Kandra held Circe’s hand tightly and almost choked, “I’m begging you with everything I have, don’t fall asleep. ”
At this time, a holy-level gaze ray was shot from the top of the mountain again.
The high temperature of the ray distorted the air and ignited the weeds in the wilderness. The sea of fire reflected the endless night and surrounded the two people.
The terrifying power seemed to melt everything. Candela felt the blazing light getting closer and closer, and tried to mobilize the power of his soul. However, he was already on the verge of the limit. He was heartbroken and the mana in his body was exhausted. So he turned his back to the white light and threw Circe away. Protect in your arms.
Boom! !
The high temperature suddenly disappeared, and a refreshing breeze came.
The breeze, with its vibrant green light, enveloped Circe in Kandra's arms.
Candra looked back blankly.
A figure floated in mid-air, showing the aura of the devil from hell, resisting the apostle's rays.
“Fortunately, she is a witch and has the same origin as me.”
Lilith said lightly, “If the guardian dies, then I have no choice.”
The bits and pieces of divinity contain the power of the witch's bloodline, filling the lost vitality in Circe's body.
The already cold body became warm again, and the ashes in Candela's heart were once again ignited!
He was filled with infinite shock and hope, and the huge impact of the ups and downs made Candela's face look a little dazed.
"Are you...a god or a demon?" Kandra asked.
Lilith's eyes flashed slightly, the memory of being the goddess of the breeze flashed back in her mind, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Oh, who knows."
Sariye has been Hiding his trump card, two quasi-sacred-level humans were not enough for him to use all his strength.
At this moment, a monstrous sense of oppression enveloped the Brocken Mountain Peak, and a blood-red vortex surged violently.
A huge blood-colored eyeball descended slowly in the blood-red whirlpool. It was strange, terrifying, and grotesque...like a living planet. The eyes of this blood-colored eyeball were fixed on Lilith.
Soon, like a meteorite hitting the earth, it rushed down towards Lilith with unparalleled pressure!
Before the eyeballs completely fell, the mountain peak collapsed and the river suddenly collapsed!
Boom! !
Lilith was floating in the air, her skirt and curly hair swaying in the strong wind. She raised her hands flat and directed their palms toward each other, each gathering a shocking tornado!
Then, Lilith formed the two tornadoes into an even more amazing storm, and shouted:
“Go!”
The huge storm rolled trees and boulders, and the mountains Bear, wolf, and deer-type monsters are also involved.
The terrifying thunder exploded, the storm faced the falling evil eye, the sacred power shook the mountains, and the domain continued to tremble!
A strong wind is coming.
Giant trees were uprooted and swept into the storm.
In the face of this natural disaster, like the storm of nature's wrath, even high-level extraordinary beings are unable to contend!
Clang!
Hirud stuck his giant sword into the ground, clenched the hilt of the sword with his broken hand, and shouted loudly: "Yeats, hold my hand!"
Severe pain hit Xi Lourdes' nerves clenched her teeth and her eyes were like those of a lion.
Yeats was blown up by the strong wind and struggled to reach Herod.
Holding her strong hand tightly, she barely managed to avoid being sucked into the storm.
At this time.
There is a short message technique that breaks through the turbulence of mana and the limitations of the field!
The sneer of the King of the Wild Hunt suddenly exploded in Yeats's mind.
"Always look weak and cowardly!"
Yeats was stunned and subconsciously said:
"When you are bullied, do you always hear the sailor say?"
"He said that in the wind and rain..."
The King of Wild Hunt forcibly interrupted the spellcasting: "I have more important things, so I won't come to your side."
What's the meaning? The King of the Wild Hunt is already here?
Indeed, the King of the Wild Hunt has already said that he is hunting the apostles, so there is no reason to miss this precious opportunity to grab someone’s head!
Yeats was stunned and said quickly: "Wait, foster father? Foster father!"
Calling foster father didn't work.
The King of the Wild Hunt has cut off contact.
He was nowhere to be seen on the battlefield, and he didn't know where he was going.
In an instant, a suspicion emerged in Yeats's mind, and his eyes widened suddenly.
In the plot, the red devil guarding the Silver Sword was sealed into Broken Mountain by Lorraine.
Lorraine wanted to take the Silver Sword as his own, but he failed the trial.
He should have kept his promise and become a servant of the devil.
But relying on the strength of his fist, he contracted the devil as a servant and asked the devil to help guard the Silver Sword.
This guard lasted for hundreds of years, and Yeats even felt a little pain for the devil.
Now that the King of the Wild Hunt has approached the battlefield, he has not appeared head-on.
It is very possible that he is thinking about the Silver Sword just like him!
"Lorraine is the King of the Wild Hunt at eighty percent."
Yeats couldn't help but worry about Gray who was participating in the trial.
The Sword of Silver is, after all, as legendary a weapon as the Spear of Eternity. Its trial is so difficult that even Lorraine broke it.
If the King of the Wild Hunt doesn't want Gray to get the Silver Sword or interfere with her trial, then won't all these plans be in vain?
Is the adoptive father worthy of complete trust?
Although he is also a time traveler, he has lent his power to himself.
But after all, Yeats couldn't trust him 100% the way he trusted Gray and Herod...
I tried sending a text message to Gray who was in the trial, but couldn't get a response at all. The worry in my heart became more and more intense.
Yeats gritted his teeth.
That’s it.
Believe in Gray, Gray is still outputting!
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(End of this chapter)