Only by being willing to give will you be rewarded.
"Sorry, my abruptness has disturbed you?"
The existence that made everything emerged from the sticky darkness, still a flashy human image, standing on the edge of the 'lake', proudly lifted Edward's pale chin; "But it doesn't matter, as long as this is done
A small trip, you all have arrived home. From then on, you have become ashes. Believe me, it won’t even leave many traces in your memory.”
"Why do you have to do this? Your Highness?"
The tentacles of the soul wander and extend, connecting the main brain and more than a dozen spiritual sucking monsters below it. The invisible and formless spiritual power spreads the star chips in the space, pulling out traces visible to the naked eye, and carving them hard into that 'lake'
Above! The shock of the impact of the force was like a rolling muffled thunder, and the scene suddenly blurred! But in just a moment, the sticky shadow had recovered, leaving only a little wavy texture on the plane.
"Have I not said it? You won't refuse my invitation..." Cialek smiled and gently closed his pale and slender fingers, so the lake surface was approaching a lot in the next moment.
The astrology was rolled up by some kind of force, and rolled around at the junction of silver and black: "I am actually very patient, so from a long time ago, few people have rejected my request, ah, of course, God
Not OK."
Indeed, few people can reject him.
Because it is meaningless to refuse to be denied to Cialick.
The Prince of Lies will always try every means to achieve his goals, so that the other party will eventually be unable to refuse him. Of course, this may be the biggest reason why Cirick is always called "crazy" - to achieve his goals regardless of everything.
Never consider whether the result will bring more problems. Moreover, he believes in only one law, power, more power, more power... that is the only prerequisite for ensuring the result.
If it is not soft, then it is hard. If it is not hard, then it is humble. No matter what method is used, it is enough to achieve the goal.
It's the same as murder.
"Yes. I should have thought of it for a long time. Since you found me, how could you not leave any marks?" The psychic warlock said lightly: "Although Tampas and the others did not do this, ours
Your Excellency Cialek, obviously, has long been accustomed to the division of territory."
Cialek didn't mind the ridicule in the other party's words, as if he didn't hear that the other party had equated him with the wild dog on the side of the road: "You can try to escape, but I can tell you too,
That doesn't make any sense. Although the magic net here is still broken, I am not unable to deal with your spiritual power."
His voice was very relaxed, as if he was sitting at the dining table with a drinker. He had been drinking for a long time: "But you don't have to worry. The mercenaries' rule is to be honest when they come out and go out to be honest.
,I remember you seemed to be a mercenary, so you should know this, and coincidentally, I also positioned myself in this way, so all the conditions I once offered you are valid, regardless of whether you have arrived in my territory or not.
”
"Don't care if I want to?"
"You will be willing, and soon you will know that those meaningless legends are nothing but false, and I have always been a hospitable and hospitable master and loyal companion. Moreover, I am also a good planner, proposing magnificence.
, and creative goals, are far from comparable to those stupid and old-fashioned gods. I believe our cooperation…”
"This is really gratifying." Edward snorted, ignoring the subsequent boasting of Prince Lies.
The wind is blowing.
The cold air passes through the shadowy space gate, stirring the astrological mist and rubs against the subtle luster, but brushes through the space, but quietly sticks to the person's body, as if it can be poured directly through the pores.
The body stimulates coldness throughout the body.
"With your power, you should be able to open a portal to the main material plane, right? A small portal?"
Ariele suddenly reached out and pulled Edward's sleeve.
Edward's eyes moved slightly, and the soft question in his ear made him frown. "There is not enough time, and... what are you going to do?" He replied casually, but was immediately interrupted by the Serathians's servant
: "No, you can just run away by yourself. In this way, we lose meaning to Cialick, as long as you are still there..."
Edward's pursed lips slightly raised.
He turned his eyes and looked at the beautiful golden eyes. The worriedness in his eyes and the familiar face suddenly made his emotions complicated.
If you can leave them and run away alone? Or you really have a chance...but is that meaningful?
Even if you can survive because of this, so what?
Such a decision will only be a knot in his mind that cannot be avoided or solved. Depending on the result of this matter, it will even become a permanent inner demon in his heart.
"I can escape, but what should I do if the royal family?"
He replied:
"As long as you get that evil thing, is there any possibility that the Lord God will hold back Cialek? And who can guarantee that the famous evil god can resist temptation and do not intend to get involved in such a terrible power? And, you
So how can we guarantee that he will be completely successful in this process instead of failing?”
The terrible description made the Serita almost subconsciously stiff. She bit her cherry lips so much that her lips had turned into bloodless pale. But after a little hesitation, she still seemed to not intend to change her original intention: "But
you……"
Edward reached out and held her palm.
"His Excellency Cialek."
He spoke, his voice like a sharp blade, passing through the distant space and then exploded, and every word was like a thunderclap: "This is actually a bit too much trouble, right? I said to you, Your Majesty Cialek, you
Why do you have to work so hard? I can go to the Supreme Throne with you, and it is not a problem to take royal power, but my subordinates and this city seem to have no meaning to you, and you don't have to work so hard to
Take it all over. Isn't it?"
"What...no! I will never...wow..."
Miss Half-Elf stood by silently, but that did not mean she was not concerned about it, especially now what Edward was describing - so she immediately screamed without hesitation.
But the scream was only halfway through, and it was pressed by one hand, letting her struggle hard, and even bit the finger that blocked her mouth. The red blood immediately flowed down the corner of her mouth, but that hand
The owner was unmoved - Dahni trembled for a moment, but she held the small half-elf body tightly in her arms, preventing her from struggling and speaking.
"Finally figured it out? It's really pleasant, but you, um..."
The news sent by humans made Cirick chuckle.
He raised his head and seemed to think seriously. But in a moment he made a right gesture and shook his head again, "It's a pity that I am a very hospitable host. This kind of thing that only saves myself some energy but makes the guests embarrassed,
I won't do it. Moreover, I heard that the most important thing for a family is to... well, how to say it is neat? So, you suddenly feel like you are separated from life and death, and I will feel unbearable."
"Is that true?" Edward sighed, "What if I stick with it?"
"Then, I insist too."
"So that's it...hahaha..."
"That's right...hehe..."
One person and one god just met each other from afar, laughing constantly, as if crazy.
However, in fact, neither man nor God has any crazy thoughts.
Edward was very clear. He knew that the space in front of him was expanding, or that was not the biggest threat. What was really terrible was Cialke's actions - his methodical actions were obviously absolute for his own strength.
Confidence, confirming that the space around you has been greatly disturbed, almost completely cutting off the possibility of the other party's escape.
Cialek is also very clear, and the issues he needs to consider are richer - for example, if there is no hostage, how much will the divine power hold Edward? For example, is it possible that that person and that evil thing still exist.
A certain connection? If he has no worries, will he use some methods of losing both sides? Or use this as a threat to make himself unable to start?
Any improper consideration in this series of problems may lead to a fundamental change in the form.
And this change is Edward's pursuit.
The laughter gradually stopped and sank into the heart-wrenching silence. Time seemed to suddenly become slow at this moment. The star-like brilliance changed into uneven colors in space, only at the end of the field of vision, that piece
The huge darkness was getting bigger and bigger, carrying a overwhelming momentum, slowly pressing towards the entire Burgundy.
...
"You stupid little bastard, you are really killed by you now." Looking at Edward who was constantly sneering, Daheni finally let go of Lisa who was struggling and sighed.
"Hmph, if you are a timid bastard like you, who is afraid of death, no one will stop you!"
"Shut up!"
The priestess suddenly raised his voice, and his red eyes flashed with anger, and he stared fiercely, making the half-elf stunned: "What's the use of staying here? It will only cause a burden to Edward! It will make him unable to exert his strength.
!If we leave, we can do that! Idiot! What to do now! You have no brains…”
"How do you know..." said the half-elf. She habitually wanted to fight back, but then she found that she had no room for a counterattack. She could only stare at the priestess unwillingly until Anna Su who had been silent.
He reached out his hand and interrupted the priestess' anger:
"Okay, Miss Dahenny. Stop thinking about it. Lord Lord is just a test. With Cialis' cunning, he is unlikely to let you go like this."
The lady's voice of the staff member was a little low. The cold wind that blew out from the darkness seemed to have the power to weaken all living things. Only after saying this passage, she had to stop and breathe slightly. But that kind of weakness
The voice was full of convincing breath, which calmed the two people who were noisy: "If you can't leave with teleportation, then now, there are only two kinds of responses we can make." The eyes were on the psychic technician
He paused, as if he was confirming whether he was interested in answering. Then the lady continued slowly: "Leave with the usual method, or just follow him."
"The conventional method seems to not work," Claudia said.
The female knight's eyes kept stopping in the viscous teleportation space, and even if she spoke, she did not leave for a moment: "If we leave this city, Edward's power may not be able to fight against Cialick, and we will escape in dispersion.
There is no point in it. If you are caught, Edward will not let it go. So the remaining solution is to cooperate with him temporarily and find an opportunity to escape."
Her words attracted another silence.
"If you cooperate, it may not be a chance." Dahni whispered: "That madman, Cyric. If you really think you can easily master Edward's power, then you will soon have a good look!"
The Supreme Throne, the divine realm of Cialek, everything is closely related to the God of Murder. The close union of power and law makes it the ultimate battlefield that is absolutely beneficial to Cialek, even if the existence of both the higher gods is in the hostile situation.
No amount of power can be exerted within the divine realm.
In general, this should be the case.
But if it is related to that Edward, will it be the general situation?
It seems like a crisis, but maybe it will be a turning point?
"Shh, you idiot. Don't say it, otherwise he will hear it?" Lisa glared at her dissatisfiedly, although it was more just to avenge the revenge just now.
"How could a god have never thought of it? Although everyone calls Cirick the mad god, in fact, how could a real madman get such great authority? The so-called madness is nothing more than doing things
It's just an unconventional, unexpected slander."
The lady at the staff sighed and her eyes turned from Edward, who was standing to the distant space.
No longer far away... The dark space occupied most of the field of view, and the sticky darkness also turned into gradually clear light and shadow, the mottled traces of stone buildings, and the shadows were ready to move, and they were combined with the shadows.
The prayers. They swayed on each plane, rising and falling like seaweed in the waves.
The darkness stretches like that.
"I know, you are planning a counterattack." As the dark scene was overwhelming, Cyric's voice sounded again: "But as a partner, I might as well advise you that you cannot succeed... Hum?"
However, the smug, smooth and indifferent voice suddenly pulled a high a strange way at the end...
"Yes, it's very difficult to succeed." Edward said, his understatement passing through the loud voice of the gods. What followed was a wonderful change.
"What did you do?"
Cialik asked in a cold voice.
The man's voice was a little slight, almost insignificant in the sound of the gods like thunder. However, the god of murder was not affected by the sound. He heard clearly that what the man said was 'want'
It's very difficult to succeed. This sentence seems to be nothing special, it's just describing a state, a state of the past...
But there are other meanings that are implicitly - such as 'I've succeeded'.
Therefore, the God of Murder will ask.
This is a so-called subconscious habit that belongs to human beings. Only a young god who has only been a hundred years old will do such meaningless actions.
Change has already begun.
Just around, the expanded dark edge seemed to stir up a slight turbulence - not the constraints of space, the flowing air, but the space itself... a subtle tremor.
The entire space shook without warning.
Originally, the tremor was extremely slight, and it was almost perceived in the movement of the airflow. However, when the vibration began for the second time, it had become a force that could not be ignored. One, two... gradually evolved from silent and breathless to
There was a slight buzzing sound! And in this sound, the huge and dark space gap that occupied half of the sky had begun to flash.
It was like a little water droplet fell on the calm water surface, and a subtle ring pattern rippled layer by layer, expanding, but the water droplets soon turned into drizzle, irregular, constantly in that space.
The ground fell, and the original scenery was disturbed by layers of continuous expansion, impact, and twisting ring patterns. The originally clear world of ruins began to gradually blur!
"Damn!"
The God of Murder clenched his teeth and roared unhappily: "No, please, beat me!" He shouted word by word, and every voice came out, an invisible force came from him.
The body suddenly burst out! So, the low buzzing sound filled with the space gradually became huge, and finally turned into a rumble and harsh roar and violent trembling!
However, all changes are so unexpected.
The smile on the corner of Edward's mouth suddenly stiffened, and the dark luster suddenly became extremely fine on his dark robe! Then, in the next moment, a bright red suddenly gushed out of his mouth, but the red was not
Blood flowed, but a large cloud of sticky mist! It gushed out like a dragon's breath, and spread out with a puff! The table and the ground in front of him were immediately stained with a layer of mottledness.
The red!
The giant beast that seemed to be lingering finally exhausted its energy and began a new round of dormant...