Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 He looked a little angry, but it didn't happen.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Williams. The front is very dangerous. Miss Bevanna is confronting the demon, but it will be over soon. It is dangerous here. You can go back if you let Old Oliver know you are running. Here, we will all be complained by him for a long time."

　　 "How is daddy?"

　　 Jenkins asked immediately.

　　 "Of course it is in the antique shop. Isn't the whole city under martial law now?"

　　 It's best for Dad to have nothing to do. Jenkins watched the two leave, and then ran back quickly, calling out the black robe disguised identity in the forest.

　　 It wasn't until he had just walked on the leftmost road that he remembered the curious fortuneteller's prompt that night. If everything she said is true, and part of the parchment is true, does it mean that Miss Heimer is really trapped in this manor tonight?

　　 Although the two are just ordinary friends, now that the divine nature is in hand, it is good to take a risk and take a look. Moreover, Jenkins is very curious about real demons. Unlike the undead knights who have been transformed from humans just now, it is likely to be a primitive demon, a real demon. The half-written book mentions that it was created by another world. Coming creatures.

　　 Approaching the manor from the other direction, stop and go. There are so many gifted people from this church nearby, and Jenkins can't get close for a while. He went back to the woods again to find a way, but saw the two-color moonlight shining through the leaves on the ground, and a familiar dejected figure sitting under the tree weeping in a low voice.

　　 Taking back the black robe, Jenkins walked over.

"who is it?"

　　 the woman asked.

"it's me."

　　 Jenkins replied softly.

　　 It is Miss Hesha crying under the tree. She is carrying a violin behind her back. On one side of her arm is a silver bracelet and one side is a golden bell. The three things mentioned above all exude aura.

　　 "Why are you here? Don't you know that the devil in the ancient legend has appeared?"

　　 She asked while sobbing.

　　 "I'm here to join in the fun. I just saw a group of knights braving blue flames rushing to the side road."

"That is the Undead Knights of the [Death and End] church. The blue alien abilities they inherited must be learned by using the seeds of the demon flame as the core of the ritual. Now the real demons are restrained by the believers of [Inherited Sage] , They naturally look for the remaining half demons like crazy dogs."

　　 Her answer explains well why the man who just put on the gloves is angry, which is also regarded as being picked off the peach. But Miss Hesha's level is not high, how did she know these secrets?

　　 "Go ahead, it's dangerous here."

　　 The girl raised her tear-soaked face and said, her red hair was firmly fixed behind her head.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's nothing."

　　 "Miss Mihail is in the manor?"

"No, it's none of your business, go ahead Jenkins, I may not be your guide, get out of here. You are not fit to be a gifter, you shouldn't die here, go back and forget about it. "

　　 Jenkins shook his head, took out the pistol from his waist, and shot it to the side. Fortunately, the woods are some distance away from the manor, otherwise the gunfire will be spotted by the church's gifters.

　　 A familiar whisper sounded, and a black shadow appeared under the shadow of the tree.

Chapter 131 Chapter 127 The Devil's Story (End)

　　The shield of the magical ability from the environment is gradually weakening, and crazy whispers and profane knowledge appear in the ears. Jenkins squinted his eyes and looked at the dark shadow. He gave Jenkins the same feeling as the demon at the back door of the church.

　　 Jingle!

　　 Ms. Hesa ​​shook the wrist of her right hand vigorously. Jenkins originally planned to rely on the cane to get close to her body and release the black ability like last time. He did not expect to be knocked down by the sound of a bell, and blood seemed to gush out of his nose.

　　 "Damn, it's this kind of props that are irrelevant to us!"

　　 He thought in a daze, being pulled back by the soft hands behind him, leaning against the girl.

　　 "I was injured just now, and now I can't beat him. I will use a bell to lead the demon away, you run away."

　　 She whispered in Jenkins' ear, the bell kept ringing, but when she got close to the girl, its influence on Jenkins was less.

　　 "I can deal with him, please stop."

　　 Jenkins feels a rusty smell in his mouth.

　　 "Jenkins, in reality, there will be no heroes to save the beauty like in the book, let's go."

　　 Jenkins couldn't laugh or cry, his brain was in constant pain as the bell rang. I vaguely saw Miss Hesha getting up, leaving the violin and the silver ring in her left hand to Jenkins, and taking away his pistol. Then he disappeared into the forest with the black shadow who was irritable but didn't dare to get too close.

　　 "Well, how can I pay back this kind of favor?"

　　 After the sound faded away, he stood up with difficulty. He tore off two strips of cloth from his clothes, then blocked his ears, and chased into the depths of the forest.

　　Ms. Hesha didn't hold on for long. One of her shoes fell under the tree, and she was lifted up by a scaly hand pinched around her neck.

　　 "Profane production!"

　　 After getting close enough, the ability is activated immediately. The shadow that still hadn't seen the image clearly struggled painfully, Miss Hesha fell on the soft soil.

　　 This is not a physical creature at all. The reason why Jenkins can't see a specific image is because it is not a stereotyped creature at all.

　　 Black smoke overflowed from the devil's body. Just like last time, the shadow turned into a puddle of black dust and scattered all over the ground, leaving only an illusory coin and a small cluster of black flames.

　　 [Profane production] This ability seems to have a special impact on the devil.

　　 The coin was picked up, and when it collided with the last one, it immediately merged and became more solid.

　　 "Are you okay?"

　　 He quickly helped the girl up.

　　 "It's okay."

　　'S voice weakened a lot, "So you are so powerful."

　　 "Yes, there is a very good person who taught me very good abilities."

　　 There is no lie in this sentence.

　　 waited more than ten seconds, the girl did not respond. Jenkins touched her snort carefully, only to faint.

　　 put the girl under the tree and lay down beside her.

　　 "Well, since you gave your life to save me just now, then I will help you once, not as an example. Although I also want to see who the so-called demons are all about."

　　 He took out the black metal hexahedron and slowly injected his spirit into it.

　　 A weird and sacred breath appeared in the forest, and then immediately moved away. A weird chant sounded, and a human wearing a black robe, as if floating, slid towards the distant manor.

　　 Chocolate came out from behind the tree, shook his head and shook off the blade of grass on his nose, glanced at the owner's body and another woman, stretched out his paws, drew a circle around them, and disappeared in the bushes.

　　 In the restaurant on the top floor of the manor, all the lights were off, and only one burning black flame candle was still lighting.

　　The weird light is surrounded by fresh heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and other ingredients that have been carefully cooked.

　　 Little Wellington wore a decent black dress, pulled out the handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his mouth gracefully.

"The kind boy came home. He also hopes to be able to get rid of those terrible abilities forever and live with his younger siblings. But not everyone is kind. The boy’s younger brothers and younger sisters learned about him in his brother’s story. Power. Greed and jealousy are flooded with two young and fragile souls, they do not have such noble character, they are contaminated by leaked demonic power.

　　 One night, two children followed the guidance of the whisper in their ears, killed their brother with a sharp knife, and then held a ceremony to please the adult in [Magma Hell]. They succeeded. There is one less demon yearning for the light, and two more demon throwing into the darkness.

　　This is our story. "

　　 He used his index finger and **** to pinch the goblet, took a graceful sip, and then looked at Miss Bevana across the long table. The golden light protects her around her body, and a solid black shadow stands behind her, with his hands around her neck, like an intimate lover.

In the corner of 　　, the surviving young people have completely passed out, including Miss Heimer. The dense black spell extends downward from the forehead, squirming non-stop, like a group of black bugs under the surface of the skin.

"I really didn't expect that the two high-ranking demons who came to the Lord's world this time. You escaped with the Lord behind your back? Why? That prophecy? Just because you were twins when you were mortals. Think of yourself as a twin demon candidate for the savior?"

　　Ms. Bevanna sarcastically pressed her hands on the table and her whole body was shining. The book he carried with him has disappeared, but the transparent golden barrier composed of words still guards her.

　　 "Isn't that the case? We are twins, and we are also demons. As long as the plan goes well, the ceremony can be completed and salvation is not impossible."

　　 The dark shadow behind Miss Bevanna sighed quietly, while Little Wellington was still smiling.

"I didn't expect that just throwing the contract to a few greedy people would make us exposed. They would actually perform extraordinary in front of ordinary people. Ha~ Mortals in this era are much more courageous than before. Now, what exactly is Zhengshen doing? What about the fear of mortals?"

　　 The young man sneered, using a silver fork to pick up a **** lung piece and put it into his mouth.

　　 "What I want to know more is, what do you want to do when you come here?"

　　 "It doesn't matter anymore, anyway, the ceremony has failed. Our lovely brother once touched the destiny, the position of the twin demon must be ours!"

　　 As the two talked, the closed door of the restaurant made a scorching sound. Someone pushed open the door, a red box slid in, and then opened with a snap.

　　 "A-10-1-0021?"

　　 the demon asked with interest, "This seems to be something that has flowed out of the magma **** through a certain treacherous realm."

Chapter 132 Chapter 128 Exit

　　咚! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

　　 A continuous knocking sound came from the box. According to the location, the nearest one should be Little Wellington.

　　 A white phantom floated out of the man, struggling to sink into the box, and then the soul box closed.

　　 "A good demon must always keep the habit of carrying a soul with him. It is useless to deal with the devil with the tricks produced by the devil."

　　 he said mockingly.

　　 "The church will not let you go."

　　 Beffana said calmly.

　　 "Your physical body belongs to me."

　　 The giggling shadow said in a sweet female voice.

　　 "I will kill you."

　　 said the cold male voice.

　　 Everyone was taken aback, and in front of the open door, stood a man in a black robe.

　　 He has black hair and black pupils, yellow skin, and bright golden light radiating from his body. Obviously standing in the dark, but as if being focused by the lights in the center of the stage, the feelings of weird, sacred, great, and blasphemous, all kinds of conflicts are reflected in this person.

　　The faint chant appeared in the ears of all creatures. It was deep and terrible. It was a tone that had never been heard before. The slow flowing notes seemed to be a viscous liquid that confined everyone. With the appearance of men, singing and all kinds of conflict illusions impacted everyone.

　　 "Holy One, how come?"

　　 Little Wellington was shocked and could no longer care about being elegant, so he stood up and jumped to the window.

　　 "Profane production!"

　　 This is a language that has never been heard, a rule that has never been known. Sombra and Wellington fell to the ground at the same time, and a green vine stretched out of the void to wrap them. The vines were constantly trembling and absorbing, even if they were burned by the black flame, they did not stop.

　　 Jenkins, who was enjoying the infinitely elevated state, still remembered the business. He temporarily wrote down the chaotic knowledge gained by absorbing the divine nature and did not understand it, and came to Miss Mihail and the others in a black robe.

　　 "How can I save them?"

　　 He thought in his heart, the divinity suddenly burned a lot.

　　 "Oh, this is the pollution of blasphemy knowledge, just remove it."

　　 activated the black ability again and aimed at one of the young men. The black spell on his face was absorbed by the green vines, but with the appearance of an illusory coin, this person also died.

　　 activate again, aim at another person...

　　 Jenkins could not fully control this ability until the third person. He spent some time extracting all the spells on the faces of the living people, and then turned to look at the demons.

　　 They are not dead, they all lie down on the ground in the form of black smoke, as the old man once said, black hair and dark eyes, dark skin, a strong smell of sulfur, and crooked horns. It is completely different from the handsome image of Jenkins' soul.

　　 There are a few coins around the demons.

　　 "I thought you would be humanoid creatures that look similar to me, but I didn't expect it to be just like this."

　　 Jenkins in the state of gods does not have the omnipotence imagined, nor has he gained new special abilities. Although a little indecent, he still decided to stretch out his hand and strangle the two to death, but dots of white light emerged from the black smoke and gathered in front of Jenkins.

　　 This is a little boy with white light all over, kneeling on one knee in the blood stain on the ground.

　　 "God, please forgive them."

　　 The boy raised his head and looked at Jenkins religiously.

　　 "......"

　　 "I am willing to sacrifice my soul to make atonement for them."

　　 The boy opened his arms, pleading gaze appeared in his eyes.