Black Scepter Chapter 1: Death is a luxury wish

>Morpheus didn’t let go of anything, but clenched the fragment of the sacred gun in his hand. (1_1)

Andalil slowly raised his palm, and a green light appeared in her palm. Her bones seemed to be unable to support her body, and her voice seemed to tremble: "I, Andalil-swear by soul, Dedicating everything to you, including mine and will."

"If you don’t accept it, you may not have the opportunity to know the clues you want... isn’t it?"

Anti-General.

This is Andalil’s final counterattack. Morpheus understands that this woman is indeed at the end of her life, but his perseverance has finally earned him a slight advantage-the mother of pain in front of him has begun to collapse, first the left arm His bones could not bear the weight of the body in a crunchy sound, and then the facial features on the face were peeled down like a melt, and finally a white skull was exposed.

Morpheus has no choice, this kind of contract swearing by soul is almost a magical "contract spell" in magic-he finally reached out his hand and held the light that was about to dissipate: "I Accept."

"Om..."

There seems to be something broken, and there is a bang in the mind of Morpheus, and then there are countless scenes in his eyes-the white temple, the pursuit of everyone, the badge of glory, the bizarre accident, in front of Pierce Peak Last prayer...

Countless scenes suddenly disappeared with the jump, replaced by endless flames and lava... battle, wounded, killing, bloody, the final scene, is the Morpheus in the field of vision backwards into the space-time portal And his own Ashcandi in a boxing next...

"Call--"

Morpheus took a deep breath, as if suddenly awakening from a nightmare.

There seems to be a faint sound of angels and demons fighting in the "Apostle's seat." Ashcandi's disappearing figure in the chaos of time and space made his heart irritating.

In a trance, he saw the surroundings again--he was still standing in front of the plane portal, and in front of him was the magic circle imprisoning Andalil, but there was only a disgusting beach above the ground "Rotten meat"...

She is dead?

Morpheus frowned tightly and felt it carefully, but didn’t wait to think about it, but suddenly felt his body tremble inexplicably-as if his power was quickly evacuated by something, which made him instinctively stop: "Stop Next!"

Almost instantly, this feeling disappeared bizarrely. (1_1)

At the same time as Morpheus was puzzled, the Andarial "corpse" on the ground suddenly changed-flesh, bones, and white hair huddled together and turned into a meat ball. This kind of thing, then... a powerful heartbeat began to come out from it.

In a very quiet minute, Morpheus seemed to guess what was in front of him.

"Poof!"

Two palms suddenly punctured the surface of the meat ball-instant countless red blood spewed out, and then the meat film was completely burst with the delicate little hands to the sides -

"Wow..."

Blood rushed around in front of Morpheus, soaking his clothes corner and leather boots.

The figure that appeared in this pool of blood was kneeling on one knee and lowered her once proud head to Morpheus.

Andariel, the mother of pain, died of the aging curse of Purgatory Lord Solanda--but at the moment of death, she robbed some of the original power from the body of Morpheus through the short gap when the soul contract was reached. It was through the taboo spell of "sacrifice" that he was born again in the human plane.

The petite body is completely *, and there are still stains left by the blood immersion. Because of the timely command of the Morpheus, she failed to steal too much of the power of the "master", but for the Morpheus whose strength exceeds the "α" level With this little time negligence, the lost power cannot be underestimated.

"Call..."

Andaril, who is equivalent to the rest of his life, breathes gently. She has lost her imprisonment and has no longer been affected by the aging curse because she has "dead" once.

Morpheus frowned and raised his palm.

"Wow--"

The water is flowing down from the sky, instantly pouring Andalil into a cool heart, and washing away the only blood stains left on her body. At this moment, her skin is completely exposed in front of Morpheus, a black hair hanging down to the waist At that time, her chest was immature without the previous plumpness. The cold water caused her to hold her arms tightly, and then raised her head tremblingly--

"Ah!"

"Human?"

Morpheus raised his eyebrows—he didn’t have the idea of ​​dressing the once demon in front of him, but he couldn’t look away from Andalil’s body, she looked like a 13-year-old girl This kind of physical state that is about to develop but hasn't had time to develop is entirely due to her failure to "steal" more energy from Morpheus...

But this is enough for her to show the beauty that once made countless people fall.

Time flies, as if everything was just yesterday. In the reflection of the waves under your feet, the old and ugly face has just turned into a battered look. For Andariel, this is like a Nirvana, after rebirth She seemed to let her heart cross a threshold that was once insurmountable.

"As you see, master."

Looking up, *Andalel, who is leaning on his body, smiles, with a hint of indecision in his mouth.

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Inferno, above a high mountain in endless flames.

The purgatory lord Solanda’s body is like a burning torch in the dark night. At this moment, he is sitting safely on a huge stone chair on the top of the mountain-the tall and sculpted stone chair with countless painful faces has a straight and rigid pattern The back of the chair is dark and oppressive and heavy. This hill-like chair seems to be the only artificial building here. The ground above the mountain is flowing magma that seeps from under the seat. One of the levels exists, just above the "lava throne" with a temperature of up to a thousand degrees.

Soranda, who is nearly fifty meters tall, supported her cheeks with one hand, and her red eyes gazed at the "landscape" of the world of purgatory under the mountain. It seemed to be enjoying a few "free time".

How long has there been no plane attack?

Solanda recalls what Andariel and himself said-Ulle's plan? That is not a conspiracy for Solanda at all. The main angel wants to put all planes into chaos just like the lord of purgatory wants world peace. The surface and essence of many things are fundamentally different. The way he thinks about problems is obviously not It would be so superficial.

But the occurrence of this incident reminded Solanda of the last time such a thing happened in purgatory—finger flick, and a dark red inverted pentagram appeared in the air in front of him.

If this pattern appears on the human plane, it will be suppressed and opposed by even all religious people and even met with soldiers-because the inverted pentagram means that the human spirit points to hell, and this sign is purgatory The five major symbols of the great devil's existence.

Five horns, representing the five purgatory lords who perform their duties, this is the consensus of all powerful planes-but this "consensus" refers to things in the past 100 years, earlier... for example, four hundred years Previously, the meaning of Pentagram was not so simple.

Solanda’s fingertips were lightly tapped into the empty space in the center of the pentagram, and her eyes narrowed. The low voice seemed to be talking to an existence in an unknown space...

"This time, is it because of you?"

The huge Pentagram did not respond, but this did not cause Solanda to have any unnecessary doubts. He waved his hand to disperse the circle, and began to think about the chores that might affect purgatory-obviously, in the human position The taste of being faced by the "guardian" was not very good. Although he was not injured, forcing the time and space enchantment and releasing the curse of aging did make him a bit exhausted. He thought about the clues observed on the human plane, but within a few minutes, he suddenly opened the red devil's eyes and seemed to perceive something. The sharp palm waved in the air, and the space accompanied him There was a momentary shock everywhere in the movement... Then, he narrowed his eyes and was angry: "I would rather die from the aging curse than return?"

Obviously, he noticed Andariel's "death".

"It seems that I have no extra choices, do I?"

Solanda's eyes turned to the corner of the lava mountain pass under his feet-as a Rod-level existence, his understanding of soul and power has exceeded the limit of ordinary people's imagination, almost staying in his eyes. For a moment in the corner of the territory, a figure sprayed with flames and magma appeared at the same time.

Dark red body~IndoMTL.com~ nearly three meters in height, six long horns representing ultimate strength-Solanda, the purgatory lord appeared in the form of "split" out of the kilometer And at the moment he appeared, a golden light burst out in front of him!

The divine power spewed out, but the light that could have caused the death of the Purgatory Demon had no effect on Solanda. Like a drizzle, he reached out and gently squeezed. Action...

The next moment, the light disappeared instantly.

In front of Solanda, an angel bound by countless chains knelt to the ground because of pain, and the light wing behind melted even half in the heat.

"Let me think about it... Fighting Angels outside the Magnus Council, your name should be-Karparis?"

The purgatory lord took a step forward, reached out and pinched the small and powerless angel in front of him, and lifted it up effortlessly--Karparis’ armor had already shattered into ashes, and the extremely embarrassed look at this moment almost made Man cannot recognize his image.

"Oh... remember, death is a luxury wish on my site."