The giant stared at Roy, with pity, appreciation, encouragement and expectation in his eyes. It was like looking at a little beast struggling in a snowstorm. Especially when he saw the still clear eyes of this young man who was burdened with a blood feud and a heavy fate.
His eyes and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a smile.
"Thank you," Roy said sincerely, "Dear Mr. Neuotans, this is the most precious gift I have ever received."
The giant mage nodded and said nothing.
This giant mage is obviously a ray of consciousness left by Noiotans. He is a part of Noiotans, possessing his thoughts and will, but not himself.
In the silence, the giant stretched out his hand and slowly touched Roy's eyebrow with one finger. Roy did not avoid it and allowed the huge finger to touch his eyebrow.
"From now on, you are the master of the Star Tower." A voice and a huge spiritual power flowed into Roy's sea of consciousness like a warm trickle. I don't know how long it took, when the giant's figure
After it faded, blurred, and disappeared, Roy's body was shaken and he regained his consciousness.
In the process, Roy has absorbed the endless information contained in that spiritual power. This information is about this magic tower; about Star King, Bastard and the three bone dragons;
There is also information about Neuotans himself and the two other relics he left behind.
"Congratulations, master." Seeing Roy open his eyes, Star King and Bastard both said respectfully.
A starlight disappeared in Roy's eyes.
Bang! There was a soft sound. In the cracked metal cube, a white bubble floated in front of Roy. The bubble burst, and a dark plant rhizome fell into Roy's hand.
Abyss Dragon Root.
Obviously, Neuotans had already calculated this and prepared for it.
Roy stared at the dragon root in his hand for a long time, nodded to Star King and Bastard, and said, "Let's go back."
After saying that, there was no need for Star King to take action. As soon as he had a thought, the Star Tower Magic Array automatically obeyed his will and sent him, Star King, and Bastard back to the underground prison area of the Colosseum.
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Banksal sat quietly on the ground.
This huge red demon has completely lost the powerful aura of a level 12 demon at this moment. It just lowers its head like a silent rock.
As a twelfth-level demon who stepped on the corpses of his kind and walked step by step from the mountain of corpses to the present, Banksar is the existence that countless demons in the abyss look up to. It has a vast territory and commands millions of people.
Devils, big and small, can make the world change color and shake in all directions by stomping their feet.
Its power is not only reflected in its strength, but also in its wisdom that surpasses other demons.
It was it that personally designed this great plan to lead the demons to the bright world and implemented it. At this moment, the overwhelming demon army is pouring into the mainland through the blood sacrifice channel. They have established a firm foothold, and the human defenders are retreating in front of them.
, it is about to become the hero of the Abyss Demon.
But at this moment, Banksar can only sit here lonely.
It had completely lost its combat effectiveness, and its body was so traumatized that it was on the verge of collapse. Red magma continued to flow out of the wound and dripped onto the ground, making a burning sound.
Why?
Ever since Roy left, these three words have been floating in Banksal's mind. Even now, he still can't figure out why he lost.
If it is its own mistake, Banksal can accept it. If it is because of the strength of its opponent, it can also accept it.
But unfortunately, it’s neither.
Looking back on the whole process, Banksal feels that the only thing he did wrong was bad luck!
And this is the most unacceptable reason for its failure.
Three bone dragons were chatting aside. They had been sealed for more than six thousand years and had just been freed. They couldn't wait to return to that sunny world. They talked about their future lives, but more importantly
Much of the talk focused on their new owners.
They excitedly discussed how he walked into the magic tower and how he miraculously passed the test that was impossible for ordinary people to pass.
Although their strength is still far greater than that of their new masters, what Banksal heard from their mouths was a kind of awe and admiration from the heart. In the end, perhaps because of some bet,
The three bone dragons even started to quarrel, blaming each other in a chaotic manner.
And it was from their mouths that Banksal finally learned the name of the black-haired human boy.
Roy!
This is a very common name.
Based on Banksal's understanding of human beings, there are at least three or five people with the same name in a town. Maybe they are a well-dressed gentleman wearing a ruff collar, maybe they are an old cobbler with superb skills, maybe they are
He is a little kid with a snotty nose.
However, when he heard this name at this moment, Banksal only felt like a thunder in his mind, and a scene hundreds of years ago appeared before his eyes like a meteor piercing the night sky.
That day, Banksal took off from the balcony of the castle in his Black Mountain territory, passed through the storm, and arrived at a gorgeous palace built on a high mountain deep in the abyss. He met the master it served, the ruler of the abyss.
Level 4 Demon Sabonis.
Sabonis, who transformed into a human form and wore a soft and wide silk robe, was watering several flowers brought in from the outside world in the garden.
In the dark abyss, growing flowers is a very luxurious hobby. In the gardens of ordinary people in the outside world, these flowers can only be regarded as ordinary, and no gardener will even pay more attention to them. But
In the abyss, these flowers are extremely precious even to Sabonis.
When he saw his confidant Benxar landing in front of him, Sabonis put down the kettle in his hand, a smile appeared on his face, and asked: "What's the matter? In a hurry."
At that time, Sabonis only had a few hundred years left before its final days. Many of the thirteenth-level demons under his command were already ready to take action.
They no longer fear it as much as they used to, and they begin to obey what it says.
Banksal clearly remembered that that day, it saw a wrinkle in the corner of Sabonis's eye. Its tall, lion-like body finally couldn't compete with time and began to crack the first crack.
Banksal revealed the plan he had been thinking about for a long time.
It knows that it cannot be promoted to level thirteen before Sabonis dies. Moreover, even if it is promoted, as Sabonis's favorite confidant, it will end up being torn into pieces by the new ruler of the abyss.
So Banksal wanted to give it a try.
It hopes that if the day does come, it will not die in humiliation during the purge, but as a hero of the devil, a race that has been oppressed by curses and darkness for countless years, along the path that Sabonis walked 10,000 years ago.
, rush out of the abyss and go to the bright world.
It told Sabonis about the ruins he discovered and the entire plan he designed based on it.
Banksal became more and more excited as he talked.
In its view, this plan is almost seamless. And the reason why it told Sabonis, in addition to needing more information about the ruins and how to open the blood sacrifice passage, is actually more childish.
Show off. Just like a child who caught a rabbit and can’t wait to ask for credit from an adult.
But that day, what Banksal saw on Sabonis's face was not the surprise and admiration he wanted to see.
It was an extremely strange look.
Then, Sabonis said something to it that remains unforgettable to this day: "I knew that one day, a demon would come to me and say these words to me. But I didn't expect it to be you.
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Banksall did not think about the true meaning of Sabonis' words at the time, and naturally interpreted them as compliments.
"Sir, do you think this plan is feasible?" it asked excitedly.
Sabonis took the kettle again and watered the flowers. He looked a little careless, as if he was thinking about something.
After a long time, Sabonis said: "This is the guidance of fate. If you want to do it, just do it. However, I need to warn you two things. First, sometimes the success of something does not depend on it.
Is it in line with the way you envisioned? Just like when you come to me, it’s the same whether you fly or walk.”
Banksar nodded in confusion.
Sabonis glanced at it, and the expression on his face became increasingly weird: "In addition, if one day a human named Roy saves your life, then you should follow him."
Banksal remembers feeling stupid at the time.
However, just when it was about to ask questions, Sabonis did not explain anymore. Instead, he told it about how to open the blood sacrifice passage and some issues that needed attention in the plan, and then drove it away.
When Banksal flew away from the garden, what he saw was the lonely figure of Sabonis.
In front of it are several flowers given to it by the giant mage. The flowers are swaying gently, and there are still crystal water drops on the petals. They are so delicate and beautiful.
But throughout their lives, they will never see a trace of sunlight again.
Later, Sabonis died after all, and Banksal began to implement his plan. Later, this plan, which Banksal thought was almost impossible to fail, inexplicably reached this point.
When he heard the name of the black-haired boy, all the memories came flooding back like a flood. Banksal was actually crazy for a moment.
At this time, the light of the magic circle once again lit up in the silent cell. When he saw the thin figure next to Beamon, a complex emotion flashed through Banksal's ashen eyes... WeChat public
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