Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 938: It hurts, not a dream

"Huh? Something?"

A cold voice resounded in the rotunda, and a slender and beautiful figure slowly emerged from the seat of Zakosiel.

She is wearing a long black gauze dress with purple gemstones inlaid on the skirt, long black hair without wind, and a black veil hanging on her face, only people can see her pure purple Eyes like a sea vortex.

The undead lying at the door couldn't help but "wow~".

'Cool~'

'Wipe! This is the goddess! ’

Row after row of compliments.

Even the well-informed goddess of the night can't help but smile happily in the face of this kind of heartfelt praise... No way, no matter how beautiful she is, she is generally greeted only by fear scream.

Even on those rare occasions when she appeared as the Night Dancer, the first reaction of the Torils when they saw her was to run.

If you can't escape, you may be scared to death at the time.

Even if they show more courage, they can't change the fate of perishing... She is the goddess of the night who pursues the eternal pursuit of extinction. Every time she shows up, she must take away enough life to make sense.

Or else it has to be like this time... The value of the Seat of Zaksir and the Death Moon Orb is enough to make the proud Night Goddess put down her stature and take the initiative to attack!

But Shar suddenly discovered that she enjoyed this kind of compliment from the heart... Of course, those guys who wanted to say tiger and wolf words but were silenced by William, since they have been punished, she You can also turn a blind eye and hear without hearing.

She doesn't have to figure out what she's talking about with this kind of undead-specific praise... After so many years, what else is there for Shar to understand?

However, this may also have something to do with her not hating the undead... After all, most of Toril's races are parasites that should have been eliminated long ago in the eyes of the Dark Lady.

These undead, known as the Trahir Elves, are different, they stand there to represent William.

Shar shook her slender and beautiful legs gently, and a dark purple light surrounded the seat of Zak'sil under him.

The Death Moon Dharma Bead is turning gently on her slender hand... The black Death Moon inside the Dharma Bead is slowly dyed dark purple.

Ransendell asked angrily, "Are you here for a bargain?

I kill, you rob?

Is it suitable? "

"Who else can use these two things besides me? Are you?" Shar said dismissively, "Just because of you, do you want to directly purify the power of the Warlock King?

Can it be done in 50 years?

It would have been taken back by then! "

Ransendell flapped his wings angrily, and after a few hoots, he suddenly reacted: "Why should I keep such an evil magic weapon?

I don't need it!

Wouldn't it be better to send them directly to Heavenly Mountain to be destroyed? "

Shar's free hand pointed to the warlock who was against the wall and was tightly locked by a dark black chain: "You can almost let anyone run away.

What else can you do?

Can you send these two artifacts out of Toril in a short period of time?

If you can't, who do you want to save for you?

Tsk tsk!

Hill isn't good enough for you? Are you going to trick him like that?

After a few quiet days, you have to face Rose, Bann, and tieflings for your own free will? "

Ransendall freezes...he hadn't thought about it at all.

However, as Shaar said, if he really took these two evil artifacts away, he really didn't have the ability to send Toril... The final result must be entrusted to Hill for preservation.

After all, he has already started, and AO can't let him continue to stay in Toril... unless there is something for him to do later.

But Ransender, who knows AO, knows very well that even if he can stay in Toril, he will definitely be run around by the old guy... Who knows when and where the Stone of Destiny will fall. Knife rain?

He didn't grow wings to guide the fate of that broken stone slab!

But he can't put those two things in the Tower of Dawn either.

Although his followers have always been very strong, without him, Ransendell still does not have the confidence that his followers can resist the alliance of Rose and Bane, and maybe add a warlock alliance.

The golden peacock lowered his head in decadence.

Then he suddenly perked up again: "How much did you get this time, Sarah?

Why is the old man so tolerant of you this time?

What did you give up?

A Weave of Shadows? "

"What's your business?" Sarah said coldly, "Aren't you going to get rid of that guy?

If you don't do it again, he may be turned into a fool by my shock soul. "

Asmodeus, with his head down, suddenly said, "Dear Lady of the Night, I am willing to take back my soul power.

Please give me a break for the respect tiefling has always treated you. "

Saar sneered: "Even if I'm willing to let you go, what are you going to do with Ransendall?

You don't think the two of us are so polite now that we're really friends, right? "

"No, of course I wouldn't be that stupid." Asmodeus said with a wry smile, "I know, it's only because of the special circumstances that the two of them are unwilling to waste their divine power in Toril to be so peaceful. ...but...I would rather this body be destroyed by the light of dawn than be wounded by your power.

The soul quest of shadow power, I really can't stand it. "

"Huh?" Ransendell said in a strange tone, "Why do I sound so weird about his words?

Is he acting weird?

I said Shar, you know these little guys best, can you tell me what he's trying to say? "

Salle, who was sitting at ease on the throne, slapped the big peacock full of nonsense with a whip.

The undead made a strange noise...the feeling of fearing that the world will not be in chaos is really clear when I hear it.

Asdymos looked up...but Ransendall just evaded Shar's whip with a coquettish move~IndoMTL.com~ and muttered 'Women just can't hear the truth', totally There is no ** in a fight with Sarah.

The Warlock stared at everything in front of him in amazement. It seemed that there really was some friendship between Ransendall and Shar! when did it happen? How did you do it?

Why don't they know anything?

Outside the gate, Edna, who was sitting on Elvia's back, looked strange. She couldn't help but lowered her head and asked her friends: "Everything in front of me is real, right? I'm not in some kind of illusion, right? ?"

Elvia's two front claws clawed at a residual low wall and scratched a few times on the solid stone... The stone wall that even the demon lord couldn't shatter made her feel real... Paws are sore.

She replied loudly: "It hurts, it's not a dream."

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The computer screen of the author cat has recently broken, although I have placed the order in time... But the pain is that I still don't know how many days it will arrive in Shanghai after delivery in this city.

So these days it's all tablet code words, sometimes it's really uncomfortable, Calvinka is amazing.

Just be patient~

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