"Is it a prophecy or a warning to be known? Since that's the case, don't continue to forcibly prophesy. There are too many restrictions on things related to God and are prone to backlash."

When the moonlight was broken in Cyrell's hand, Ryan noticed that the leaves of the Moon Tree seemed to shine. He looked up at the starry sky, "Things related to gods are extremely easy to peek. Tomorrow is Tussentosky's coming-of-age ceremony. There are less than ten days left before entering the ruins. There should be enough time to explore more clues."

Everything happened after Tucson's coming-of-age ceremony, it seems that someone in the Temple of Light will also go to the sky and clouds tomorrow.

I don’t know if there is any connection between the deep sea, the City of Light, the Temple of Light and the City of Thunder. Ryan is not clear at the moment, so he will take one step at a time.

Ryan's eyes were withdrawn from the air and looked at Siriel and Starid, "Will the failure of the prophecy just now affect your contact with Deminas?"

Siriel lightly put his right hand in front of him, and the bright moonlight condensed in his palm like ice. Siriel closed his palm, and the moonlight turned into a beautiful ice moon butterfly, flapping its wings and flying towards the place where the night was shrouded. The next second, the butterfly wings slid lightly, like passing through time and space, disappearing Oran.

Cyrel looked at Ryan, "It doesn't affect."

"Dear Lord Ryan."

Starred held up the crystal ball with both hands, and the inside was filled with fog. He looked at Ryan and asked politely, "Lord Ryan, I wonder if you can allow me to inform Deminus of the important news of the discussion tonight."

"Yes, let him pay attention to safety and don't trust the Temple of Light too much."

Ryan's mouth raised gently, "If the prophecy is correct, Oran welcomes his arrival very much."

Siriel and Starid bent their waists at the same time, performing the elf's most respected etiquette, "Thank you very much for your kindness."

After taking pictures of the moonlight fragments, Baroque walked silently to Ryan and gently pulled Ryan's robe with his hands, which was very obvious.

Andrew stood beside Ryan, looking at the doll on the ground with a little subtle look.

Andrew felt that between Ryan and Baroque, it seemed that just a brief moment when he absorbed the power of life, Ryan and Baroque seemed to have some secrets that they didn't know.

There is also the magic insect just now, with the special frequency of flapping its wings. At this moment, the robe has not stopped Andrew's mood.

Ryan did not notice Andrew's abnormality, but Baroque felt a little bit of leaking, although it was very small

Baroque looked at Andrew with a few seconds of thought, grabbed Ryan's clothes with one hand, pointed the other hand at Cyrel, and then waved it at Andrew very casually, signaling Andrew not to care about him.

Andrew got it.

The emotions are instantly beautiful.

Baroque all say that demons are cunning, and he deeply feels that humans are complicated.

But that's OK.

A person who listens to him in private practice music was tentatively appointed. After a few days he would learn from the strange puppet, he would sing and understand it for Andrew.

The demon has no face, and it is not himself that he is not heard. He wants to pull Andrew into the water and let Andrew practice with him.

Although Andrew didn't understand Baroque's expression at this time, he vaguely noticed something was wrong from his eyes. Andrew decided to look for Baroque when he had free time. After all, he felt that Baroque's eyes looked at him at this moment seemed to have something to discuss with him.

Ryan was looking at Siriel and Starred. Although he felt Baroque's obscure pulling his skirt, he knew what he wanted to say without bowing his head and asking, so he missed Andrew and Baroque's eyes.

There are pros and cons to take the demons to the battlefield of the gods, but the result is not clear. Isidor is there, and they should be able to sense the clergyman approaching or discover damaged souls.

Ryan thought for a few seconds, and looked at the moonlight elf in front of him and continued to ask, "Sirel, do you want to enter the battlefield of the gods?"

Baroque looked up and looked straight at Ryan.

What's going on? It's different from what you said

"Starred and I are not very good at fighting. We are not sure if there is darkness and moonlight in the battlefield. Our talent will be limited in places without moons and nights. Entering into that kind of battlefield may affect you."

Cyrel pondered for a few seconds and looked down at the Baroque on the ground, "But you can take him with you. The corpse is the best source for nourishing evil, especially the demons will also get special amplifications. Baroque should help you in the battlefield of the gods."

Good Baroque

Siriel's eyes drooped slightly, "If you think he is useless, I will give you some moon magic stones before entering the battlefield of the gods. As long as you crush the moon magic stone, I can summon him to me through the contract to avoid interfering with and destroying your plan because of him."

Baroque was angry.

He endures it

Ryan “That’s great.”

OK, the problem will be relieved.

Ryan retracted his gaze and looked to his side, "Isidor, can you determine the time when the ruins are opened?"

Isidor shook his head and replied, "I'm very sorry, because I haven't entered the Wind Relics yet. I don't know more about the battlefield of the gods. But the Temple of Light must have had some secrets, or reached some agreement with other aliens who know the ruins, so they will dominate the time of the ruins."

“So you mean”

Ryan "The opening and closing of the battlefield of the gods, the number of people entering, etc., can the Temple of Light determine and control it through some secret method. If it exceeds the number they have ordered, it will be forced to expel or treat it otherwise, right?"

"The Court of Justice and the Court of Justice are not kind. They have a fanatical belief in the Light, and have the power of the temple's attack and the right to judge. They are the highest theocracy behind the Pope and Archbishop. Many of them have the status of power above the Cardinal."

Isidor's eyes slightly closed, "In some cases, the rulings will judge the ignorance they have identified, and if they are identified as heresy, they will ask the Divine Fire to punish them."

Alanid held the watermelon in her arms, raised her head and spewed out a small flame, which accelerated the speed of eating fruits.

Both Cyriel and Starid looked at Isidor.

"I once heard a rumor."

Andrew approached Ryan, "I heard that near the outer edge of the City of Light, there was a human town in a remote place. The residents inside had a strange disease in their dreams. They didn't know why their chests suddenly had blood-colored horns like demons and their skin was ulcerated, so they went to ask for help from the Temple of Light.

As a result, after the priests of the Temple of Light arrived, they directly identified the group of humans as demons, and finally, in the sacred flames, the town disappeared."

Alanid whispered, "Are those people dead?"

"I don't know." Andrew shook his head, "As I said just now, the town disappeared."

"I've heard of this, too."

Isidor's jawhead, "After I heard the rumors, I went to the City of Light with Essex. But the residents around me avoided talking about this, as if there was no memory of the town, and the town was forgotten in the end."

Baroque deliberately sighed loudly, looked up at Ryan and said, "Look, I just said that human minds are complicated, you don't believe it yet. Demons are the kindest."

Ryan half-squatted down, looked at the doll that raised his head and raised his chest, gently pulled Baroque's hand that grabbed his robe, then grabbed his fingers slightly and attached magic, hitting Baroque on his chest with his fingertips.

Andrew's eyes are flashing

Baroque

He is the great demon lord, and he was treated like this by a human being.

Baroque swirled and flew towards Siriel in the air, and finally sat steadily on Siriel's shoulder. Baroque was about to speak when the familiar moonlight turned into ice to freeze him.

Cyrel held the Baroque wrapped in the ice of the cold moon in his hand, and looked down at him with his indifferent and pure eyes as the moon, saying, "There are many humans with complex personalities, but they are definitely not Lord Ryan."

Baroque poked a hole in the ice with his hand and asked in a very low voice, "You are talking about Lai"

Siriel's eyebrows raised slightly.

Baroque changed his words immediately, "Ryan is a good person, my friend."

After saying that, he did not forget to take back his fingers and restore the broken ice he had pierced.

Tolerance, can he tolerate it?

ah

But it's pretty good, Cyrel at least doesn't quarrel with him.

Ryan, the king of communication, the strong man who is proficient in human nature

Ryan is such a hypocritical demon.

Lord Andrew Ryan is of course a good man.

Aleneid raised his head honestly, kept the dragon claws holding the watermelon, looked at Cyrel's shoulder and asked, "Baroque, why do you sound weird? Is it fun in the ice hockey? Dragon wants to play with it too."

Baroque felt that he had been greatly insulted, but he didn't even dare to retort that it was not fun.

because

He doesn't want to answer this question.

"It's getting late, it's time to rest, friends."

Ryan inspected the scene and smiled and said, "Isidor, Cyrel, Andrew and I have to go to the clouds of the sky first. Olan, please take care of you. I will determine the time when the ruins are opened with Oan. I will inform you after I confirm the specific situation."

Siriel held the Baroque in the ice with both hands, and Starid looked up and replied, "Thank you for your kindness, then I will now try to contact Deminus again and tell him about the dangers of the battlefield of the gods."

"Be careful not to overuse prophecy and take a break early."

After saying that, Ryan turned his head toward Isidor, "When I come back from the clouds of the sky, if there is enough time, we may be able to check the situation in the Wind Ruins first, and maybe we can find more clues about the battlefield of the gods."

The system has reminded him before and suggested that he take Andrew into the ruins, not to mention that there is a dragon's grave and a living dragon.

Sometimes the system is subject to inexplicable restrictions. Some things cannot be explained explicitly. There must be some precious secret treasures hidden there, or for the dragon, there are some very precious resources there.

And since the system can remind you that you can krypton gold, at that time, you can spend more gold coins.

The red dragon chewed the watermelon, but didn't let go of the last piece of skin.

Siriel's silver hair rose slightly, and he placed the hockey that wrapped around Baroque and placed it on Alanid's free claws, and then walked towards the Elf Mother Tree with Starred.

Alanid restrained the temperature of the dragon claws and looked down at the Baroque in the moonlight and ice, "Aowoo, you are so small."

Baroque opened his teeth and wanted to make a dangerous expression to Alanid, but the ice hockey was like a thousand glass mirrors, magnifying his expression and refracting multiple ghosts.

Alanid looked at Baroque's enlarged expression and couldn't help but spit out a trace of flame. He quickly covered his mouth with another dragon claw and whispered, "Baroque, you look so strange now."

""

Baroque put away his viciousness and sat in the crystal ball and sighed. He felt so sad.

Damn, as the great demon lord, he was actually ridiculed by a minor dragon, but the key is that this dragon is still Ryan's friend.

Oran is definitely his natural nemesis, the kind who is more powerful than the light, and the demon is almost madly angry

Without noticing the conversation between Dragon and Baroque, Isidor saluted Lane first, "Thank you very much for your trust. I can set off at any time. If you need it, I can try to contact the great master and untie his memory of the battlefield of the gods in his mind."

This kind of thing
To be continued...