The Devil’s Cage Chapter 46: False and true

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"Okay."

Kieran said indifferently.

It’s just like a good morning greeting, not a thoughtful event in life.

However, the Mary in front of him is a great surprise.

The expression with excitement and excitement made her hug Kieran.

Different from the past memories, but more passionate.

"Great!"

King James VIII muttered in a low voice.

There is a sense of relief that finally completed the final mission.

Kieran looked at Mary and Jame, the expressions of the two were completely in line with all the performances when they got exciting news, and the performance was also extremely real.

Even, he couldn't tell the difference between true and false.

"If you don’t have the feeling of being tall...it’s really the same as the real one!"

Kieran whispered to himself.

He raised his head, his eyes penetrated the top of the tent, and saw an existence in the void.

The Mary holding Kieran and the King James VIII whispering quietly stopped at this moment.

Their bodies are decaying quickly.

Once again, the the dead looks like a half-corpse and half skeleton.

the dead Mary hugged Kieran with the power to strangle the cow, and the dead King James VIII pulled out a rusty Longsword, and stabbed straight to Kieran.

But Kieran is indifferent.

I can’t seem to see everything in front of me.

......

Prairie camp.

In the deepest tent, with a human body, half human face, and half soul monster face, Hector sits cross-legged on an exquisite and gorgeous blanket, surrounded by a large size and a dozen devil-like gods Some of the statues are kind-eyed and kind-eyed, while others are green-faced fangs.

But no matter what they look like, these statues are full of evil looking's eyes and they are watching the wood carving on the short table in front of Hector.

The wood carving is lifelike.

It is a Kieran that has been shrunk countless times.

"Should you still want to resist?"

Hector whispered to himself.

The tone is full of disdain.

Then, his fingers moved slightly, and the sound of a low spell sounded.

Bronze handle, size is like a dagger, with a hint of patina in the hands of Hector, and then stabbed fiercely towards the wood carving of Kieran.

Poof!

The bronze awl penetrated from the wood carving of the heavenly spirit cover.

A bright red blood squirted from the wood carving Qiqiao, splashing Hector in one hand.

Hector shook his hand carelessly. Suddenly, a blanket of value was penetrated by scarlet.

Getting up from the blanket, Hector strode toward the tent.

"Send troops!"

Hector said to the herald soldiers who had been waiting outside the tent.

I immediately ordered the soldier to bow down.

In a moment, the entire camp was up and running, one leader after another gathered, carrying the strongest clan of their respective clan behind them, riding the fastest war horse, and holding the sharpest weapon.

Charge!

Overwhelming charge!

Hector saw that Lightning Fortress was crushed by a blow.

He returned to his tent with satisfaction.

Everything is final!

The rest is just some necessary finishing touches.

And this is no longer his business.

Hector believes that those tribal leaders will do better.

So, Hector lay down.

Lying on the blanket with full health traces.

Hector can feel the exhausted feeling of exhaustion, obviously only once against shooting of Viper Sect, who thought that it would lead to the biggest obstacle to break Lightning Fortress, 2567.

However, this is good news for Hector.

Even if there is some haste, his Secret Technique still exerts its due effects.

The strong man with one enemy and one thousand that no one can ignore in reality, directly died in his ‘soul Secret Realm’.

It's really ridiculous.

Thinking of the incredible face when the other person died, Hector couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

"After experiencing all kinds of life, I even saw my child ascend to the throne, but at the end I found that everything is illusory... That taste, Gee!"

"Unfortunately, the preparation is too hasty, otherwise, I will get a more formidable soul!"

Hector lying there whispered and sneered, it was a pity.

With such a sigh, Hector is about to close both eyes for a short rest.

But in the blink of an eye, Hector opened both eyes again.

His gaze turned to the big size and a dozen small statues like gods.

Some of these statues are the strong souls killed by him, and some of them are Evil God in everything, which is the source of his strength.

A total of twelve.

The Hector that wipes these statues every day will not be mistaken for this number.

But...

The moment he closed his eyes, there seemed to be one more.

"1, 2, 3...11?!"

Hector counted the surrounding statues thinly.

The result that can be obtained is 11, but one less!

"This?!"

Hector frowned, subconsciously recite the spell, and the power of the eleven statues around him began to spread out, running by his mind.

Abruptly, a force appeared behind him.

Hector turned directly, and the statue that I didn’t see before appeared on the short table.

Feeling the power of obedience, Hector was slightly relieved.

Hector raised his hand and picked up the statue.

For things involving the soul, such strange things are not uncommon, so that he strengthens the spell every once in a while.

But there will still be a lot of trouble.

Fortunately, there is little trouble and no harm.

"I really deserve to be a strong enemy of one thousand. After using the "Soul Secret Realm", my spell has been loosened~IndoMTL.com~I need it tomorrow..."

Thinking about what the Hector of the impact reinforcement spell was thinking tomorrow, his body turned slightly like stiff.

The statue carved out of Kieran is missing.

If there was an accident with the original statue, Hector can still guess that it is what happened, the disappearance of a ‘freshmen ’ statue is enough to make Hector an enemy.

Because, the danger of the soul, Hector is clearer than anyone else.

In spite of the exhaustion after performing ‘Soul Secret Realm’, Hector once again unfolded his Secret Technique.

Suddenly, a dozen of the surrounding statues came to life.

It seems that there is one more of those statues.

The statue belongs to Kieran.

The breath is completely different from the real Kieran.

Pride!

When Hector's eyes saw the statue, the statue suddenly became larger, from slap size to real person size, and then continued to expand like a balloon.

After just a few moments of interest, a mountain like Giant looks down on Hector.

The eyes are cold and proud, and the breath is like a god.

The stared Hector feels more like ants.

Hector knows that you must get rid of everything in front of you as soon as possible.

Otherwise everything will be late.

However, he felt that he was soft at the moment and his eyelids were drooping, and his sleepiness could not be restrained.

"Can't sleep!"

"Can't sleep!"

Call, call...

The last time I still reminded myself of Hector, the next moment I made a sound of snore.

‘Sloth’ yawned and walked out of the shadows.

It's just that its gaze to the surrounding statues exudes dazzling light.

It doesn’t look lazy.

But it immediately covered up everything.

Because...

‘Pride’! (To be continued.)