The Devil Does Not Need to Be Defeated: 633 “Elei”

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"Boom!"

With a roar like sky anger, the death breath that turned into countless painful faces came out like a storm.

Everywhere it passes, the atmosphere is rotten.

Everywhere it passed, the ground dries up.

It is like a poisonous gas that corrodes the world itself, condensing all the filthy objects between heaven and earth, carrying a frightening and dangerous aura, shrouded in the direction where Sheen and others are.

"Danger!"

Everyone, including Thierry and Cappellin, had such emotions, and realized that they had no time to escape, so they could only subconsciously raise their hands and block them in front of them.

Of course, it was futile.

With the horror of death, how can it be possible to resist only with this degree of resistance?

Fortunately, Sheen took the shot.

"[Pay and Disperse]."

Sheen dashed to the front of Thierry and Capelin, guarding the entire Knights of Broken Blades behind him, and released the magic to dispel the magic against the deadly storm that struck.

The dead storm that struck suddenly stagnated and exploded, but did not dissipate on the spot. Instead, it turned into a turbulent jet of black air and swept around.

The airflow is like a horse, and wherever it is sweeping, it will dry up like sand and dissipate.

The female knights of the Broken Blade Knights exclaimed again and again, only feeling a tingling scalp, and they did not dare to touch those lifeless horsemen, hiding in embarrassment.

But those soldiers and knights who stayed outside the gate of the royal hall and were not allowed in due to Moro's orders were miserable.

Without being able to react in time, they were caught off-guard, and they were touched most directly by the life-blood.

"This...what is this...!?"

"Ahhhhhh...!"

"My body...!"

"Help...!"

In an instant, those who unfortunately touched the lifeless training all screamed, their bodies shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they turned into corpses and fell on the ground. Not even a drop of blood came out.

Their vitality was plundered by the death aura, and it also contributed to the death aura, making Moro's death aura stronger.

"...!"

Tier was speechless.

"Damn it!"

Cappelin looked at the tragic situation and was also angry.

Sheen looked at Moro coldly, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

When seeing this, Moro, who was surging all over his body, smiled instead.

Moreover, he smiled very happily.

"Don't look at me like this." Moro laughed and said: "If you look at me like this, I will definitely be more excited."

Because she likes to see the pain, anger, and hatred of people related to brave men.

So, the more Sheen hated herself, the more murderous, the more excited Moro became.

"This will make me want to kill you and make you even more desperate."

Speaking like this, Moro's slender hand made countless deaths turned into a storm again.

It's just that this time, the storm of death is no longer a painful face, but a variety of facial expressions.

There is pain, there is wailing, there is despair, there is fear, all kinds of faces full of negative emotions appear in death.

Sheen could feel that the power of this death breath was far stronger than that of the high priest.

Not only is the "quantity" of lifelessness much more than that of the high priest, there is also a huge difference in "quality".

"This is the magic I created based on [Princess Terror], which is considered to be the upper version of [Princess Terror]. Not only is the power and effect much stronger than [Princess Terror], there are also many ways to change it, that is, the death required. Qi is also more terrifying than [Horror Duke]."

Molo's laughter rang throughout the audience.

"Fortunately, this empire has been plagued by many disasters since ancient times. I don’t know how many corpses and blood have been buried under this land. As long as the vitality of this land is directly squeezed by necromantic magic, death Qi is as much as you need, and only fools like the high priest can honestly squeeze and accumulate thousands of years of lifelessness, not as much as I have accumulated for ten years in the empire. "

Molo's words made Sheen's eyes even colder.

"Who are you anyway?"

Sheen squeezed out that voice.

Necromantic magic.

The Great Spirit Body of Death.

And, that power up to the extreme level.

These various factors all express the extraordinaryness of Moro, and tell her the origin of her is not simple.

Molo didn't mean to hide it.

"Up to now, this is no longer something that cannot be said." Moro said nonchalantly, "Looking at your appearance, it seems that you already know the existence of the great spirit body?"

The high priest is cultivating Limjoo to be a great spirit body, and Moro naturally doesn't know it.

Now that the base has been destroyed, it is completely conceivable that the existence of the high priest and Limjo will be exposed.

Not to mention, Moro also cast a curse on the soul on the high priest.

She knew that once something happened, a guy who was afraid of death like the high priest would definitely say everything.

Therefore, she put a curse in advance. Once outsiders mentioned her plan and her true existence, the curse would take effect immediately, and the soul of the high priest would be wiped out.

But even so, some information leakage is inevitable.

So, Moro no longer concealed the matter of the great spirit body.

"The young master you saw was just a big spirit body that the high priest had just recently made."

Molo looked directly at Sheehan and smiled.

"And I, I am the first great spirit body created by the high priest, an ancient existence that was born thousands of years ago to the present?"

Thousands of years ago, the high priest created a great spirit body and called it a failure.

Although the failed work successfully reached the limit of life and reached the limit level, it never crossed the obstacle that should be able to cross the past naturally, becoming a transcendent existence.

"I'm the one that failed." Moro admitted bluntly, but said disapprovingly: "Of course, no matter how many great spirits she created, in the end, everything will become a failure."

Why is this?

Molo did not explain.

Molo just said so.

"I think she will call me a failure, probably not because I haven't met her requirements, but because I am out of her control?" Moro said as if mocking the high priest: "She thought I didn't see through her purpose, and didn't know that she wanted to wait until she crossed the limit of life before taking my body, so she put me beside her with great confidence and acted together for nearly a thousand years."

This gave Moro a unique opportunity in a lifetime.

"She didn’t expect that I not only guessed her purpose, but also had an extremely high affinity with necromantic magic. But any necromantic magic she used in front of me, I could remember it after seeing it once. Come down."

"She did not expect that I would suddenly defect ten years ago. Not only did I break out of her control, but also controlled her in turn and let her do things for me."

"The curse I put on her is not just for the soul, but also for the magic that can dispel her body as an undead creature."

"In order not to lose that immortal body, that timid guy who is afraid of death can only listen to me obediently."

Molo said all this with a smile.

"Of course, she won’t just sit and wait for death, and she’s not willing to be controlled by a failure like mine, so she hurriedly wanted to create a second great spirit body, by taking the other’s body and getting rid of me. Curse."

Unfortunately, Moro knew all this clearly, but let the high priest go.

Anyway, the plan of the high priest will not be completed for a while, why not squeeze out her surplus value first?

"I would also like to thank Secretary Beztutt for helping me clear out the **** that should have been cleared."

Molo smiled happily.

The rather beautiful smile, under the lifeless rendering, only a sense of horror remained.

Sheen didn't change his face because of this.

The matter of the great spirit body surprised him, but after listening to Moro's story, Sheen paid more attention to one thing.

"Then why do you hate the brave so much?"

Sheen made this question.

"————"

At this moment, the smile on Moro's face disappeared.

Not only did the sense of horror not decline, but it climbed higher and higher.

Molo made a faint voice in the dead storm.

"Do you know the country "Elei"? "

The sudden question made Sheen startled.

"Ereyi?"

Where is this?

Is there such a country?

Sheen can't remember.

Instead, it was Thiel and Cappellin, their expressions changed abruptly when they heard Moro's words.

"You...Are you from Erei?"

Capelyn was shocked.

"Do you know?"

Sheen turned around immediately.

It wasn't Capelin who answered Sean's question, but Thiel.

"...That was a country a thousand years ago."

Tieer said in a deep voice.

"Thousands of years ago, in the human world, there was a small country named Erei, but it was destroyed before the final battle between the gods, men and demons."

This sentence was immediately picked up by Moro.

"Yes, it's destroyed in the first place. This is a very good term." Moro said ironically: "Because it was really destroyed in less than a day, and it was what you said. Praise the brave."

After hearing this, Thiel and Capelin did not refute.

This made Sheen very shocked.

"Are you kidding?"

The brave ruined a country?

"Why?"

Sheen asked subconsciously.

Molo answered.

"Because the place where Erei was located, it happened to be the intersection of the battle lines between the two clans of the gods and the demons at that time."

Molo spoke coldly.

"If that place cannot be occupied, the demons can use a large source of magic power that existed in Erei at that time to cast a large ritual magic that is conducive to the warfare of the demons, so that the demons can be on the battlefield. The strength of the sky has soared at least twice."

Such scary big ritual magic must naturally be prevented.

"So, the brave took his partner and broke into Erei. In order to prevent the emergence of the ritual magic, he used the holy sword to directly cut off the source of magic power."

"The source of magic power that could be applied with ritual magic, and then went straight away."

"Countless people of Erei were swallowed by a storm of magical power, calling out for help, including me."

"Where is the brave?"

"He can save a lot of people, and he can even save Ereyi and save Ereyi from a hardship."

"But he didn't."

"The demons who had destroyed the ceremony became angry and sent troops directly to start the final battle."

"In order to rush back to fight the demons, the great brave, regardless of his mess, took his partner, patted his **** and left."

"Ereyi was destroyed in this way, not by the demons, but by the humans of the same race, and by the brave."

Molo's voice was as cold as frost.

"You mean, should I hate the brave?"