The Devil’s Cage Chapter 67: Trial
Look at the mouth drawn by ‘Kieran’.
Brad was shocked.
The ‘Kieran’ in front of him suddenly disappeared into blackness and disappeared from the black shackles.
Maybe Brad is different from ordinary people in some ways.
But his strength is real.
Otherwise, he will not come forward to preside over this plan.
At the moment ‘Kieran’ disappeared, Brad did not look back, nor did he turn around and took a step forward and jumped onto the altar.
Hoo!
Black is like a liquid qualitative, squirting from his back like a burst underground pipe, which will directly cover the ‘Kieran’ that appeared behind him.
Different from previous imprisonment.
This time the black colloidal liquid is strongly corroded.
After showering on ‘Kieran’, in his breath, ‘Kieran’ becomes a black-skinned, red-eyed skull.
Touching a handful of highly corrosive liquid, a ridiculous smile appeared on the face of the skull of Higher Evil Spirit ‘Bloody Mary’.
"Evil Spirit !"
Brad's fanatical voice growled.
"Damn it!"
Brad's cold voice pronounced.
But this only got more ridicule from Bloody Mary,
It raised its finger around the finger.
The rich black boiled at this time.
The negative energy that shields the sunlight and erodes life spins.
One vortex after another is generated on the flat ground.
The storm is coming.
A storm formed entirely by negative energy rises from the ground.
Wail of the dead soul.
The roar of evil spirit.
Death, follow the shadow.
Vitality, never return.
"An Higher Evil Spirit. Are you scaring me?"
"Do you know that this is the stage I built, and what is happening here that I don't know?"
Brad's fanatical voice roared.
The cold voice didn't speak, and seemed to disdain.
But someone spoke.
And, not one.
"Frighten you? Damn guy, who do you think you are talking to?"
"Is it necessary? Tired."
"It looks like it’s not delicious at all!"
"Unfortunately it looks too ugly!"
"I like his coat, and I want it too!"
"Why don’t I have such an altar?"
"Hum!"
One word, one person.
Gradually appeared in the negative energy storm.
Every time a person appears, the negative energy of Ceylon City is one point weaker.
It is not dissipation, but gathering again.
Like a whale swallowing water, the negative energy that permeates the entire city and its surroundings gathers in the central square of the city.
Or more accurately, it is gathering towards these seven ‘people’.
The storm is getting fiercer.
Black lightning tears the sky and the earth.
The sky is infested and loses its light.
The earth was infested and lost its vitality.
Black negative energy plunders the lives of countless creatures in a far more violent posture.
But...
The seven ‘people’ in such stormy eyes are so comfortable.
Negative energy storms that are violent to the outside are obedient and gentle to the ‘people’ inside.
It looks like a loyal slave facing the master.
They dedicate themselves unselfishly.
They treat themselves as nourishment.
Nurturing the most evil Original Sin in the world.
Everything is following the rules of the world.
Seven figures, seven identical appearances.
Seven seemingly the same Kieran.
But with seven different temperaments.
In the storm of negative energy, they watched Brad.
The breath of evil looking.
The gaze of Original Sin.
Brad was arrogant and clamoring at the last moment. At this moment, stiff was in place. His body seemed to be frozen.
Starting from the heart, the coldness that penetrated deep into the soul spread to all parts of the body.
Until freezing soul.
Higher Evil Spirit smiled.
It is like a well-mannered actor, bowing and bending, thanking the surrounding ‘audience’, then disappearing.
It's mission has been completed.
The stage is reserved for Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Pride.
The seven Original Sins are wreaking havoc with their own minds.
Naturally, Mystic members from ancient southern countries are the targets of raging.
Lust smiled lightly, looking for a good-looking target.
Greed and Envy agitate the obsession of the target heart.
Wrath is taking advantage of it.
Gluttony and Sloth cooperated with each other. Those selected targets quickly forgot everything and only knew to eat and sleep.
But the Mystic members of these ancient southern countries did not find their own.
They think this is what they should pursue.
They began to forget the dogma and succumbed to their own Desire.
They cheered and shouted.
They are alive.
They greet death.
"Spirit, Lingzu!"
Brad spit out two words with difficulty.
Not a fanatical voice.
It’s not cold.
It's a complete, true voice of Brad's own.
Brad has not used his voice for a long time.
There are both natural reasons and factional reasons.
The path he chose prevented him from maintaining more of himself.
Although he is likely to accomplish a feat that no one in his faction can accomplish, everything in front of him clearly tells him that everything is done.
Not only his years of planning, but also his ambitions.
With the appearance of the spiritual ancestor in front of them, they all failed.
"Barry!"
"Fucker!"
"I will definitely make you die!"
"And you guys!"
"Even if you are Lingzu!"
Fanatical, cold and true voice~IndoMTL.com~ Three voices simultaneously appeared in Brad's mouth.
Next--
Boom!
Brand’s scarred head burst like this.
Two crystals with different gleams flew out of Brad's head.
Boom!
The spar that flew out exploded almost at the instant of contact with the air.
Brad, who had just lost his head and his body, completely disappeared in such an explosion.
Not only the body, but also the item that you brought with you, disappeared without a trace.
But at the bank wall of Ceylon.
Or to be more precise: On the wall of the former temple, the Gods portrait began to flash with a light that did not belong to the world.
The individual portraits light up.
Next, it went out one by one.
At the end, only one of the most complete portraits lit up completely.
Holding the Libra in one hand and the spear in the other, with three heads, the gods of men, lions and snakes walked slowly out of the murals.
The figure is unreal and unreal.
It's like the both eyes on the head of a man covered by a gauze.
"Trial!"
The unreal figure shouted loudly.
The heads of men, lions, and snakes screamed together in the sky.
Howling is deafening.
The next moment, it will be directly covered.
Boom!
A flaming figure, like a falling meteor, fell quickly.
fiery flame.
Great sword.
Small down!