As soon as Akentu's avatar descended into the hall, the space began to vibrate, and the stone pillars supporting the hall began to creak and shake. Gravel and gravel fell down, as if this small space would collapse at any time because it could not withstand the huge pressure.
This pressure spread out in all directions, making those fanatical believers prostrate themselves even more. They loudly praised the Burning Dusk, the Lord of Purgatory, the King of Demons. In front of Akentu, Fang Qi bore the brunt. Holding the long sword in his hand, his face was pale, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his eyes were pitch black. He was like a lonely boat in a storm, about to succumb to endless fear at any time.
But his performance was far from satisfying Akentu. The Lord of Purgatory probably did not expect someone to be able to stand under its pressure. It roared, "Mortal, kneel!"
Fang Qi's body seemed to be bearing an unbearable weight. Although he gritted his teeth, his body lowered, and his knees slowly bent down.
How could this genius of the Ghost Chariot Clan be reconciled? He roared and stabbed the Jade Imperial Sacred Sword in his hand into the ground. The sword blade creaked and sank inch by inch into the floor of the Holy Hall.
Fang Qi was about to kneel down in humiliation, but it was at this time that a clear voice that seemed to be unaffected by the demon's power sounded:
"Burning Dusk, Lord of Purgatory Akentu, the great King of Demons, it seems that thousands of years of imprisonment have not taught you enough lessons?"
Hearing this voice, at least three people present were shocked.
First was Lute. The little fairy seemed to think that she was hallucinating. She hurriedly lifted Lotus's hood and poked her little head out to look around.
Then it was Lotus's sister. The little girl heard this voice and her body trembled slightly.
Finally, it was the King of Demons, Akentu.
The pressure in the space suddenly subsided.
"Who is it?" The Demon King angrily roared. His voice, which was burning with raging anger, actually shook the space.
Thousands of years ago, it was defeated by the Miirnas in the invasion of the ground, and then imprisoned by the Buga people for several generations. This was the biggest stain in its life, and it still could not be washed away. Needless to say, the Mithril Association's cage was still imprisoning its body, preventing it from escaping.
It could be foreseen that even if it used the return of dusk to successfully escape its imprisonment and return to the Scorching Purgatory, it would never be as glorious as it was thousands of years ago. What Lord of the Purgatory? What Demon King? What Demon King? It was like sand in the wind.
This stain was its greatest pain. Now, someone actually dared to sprinkle salt on its wound. Even the string of honorifics before this sentence was so ear-piercing to it.
It raised its head and looked forward, only to see that in this narrow space, there were still six people who could stand.
The first to bear the brunt was naturally the insignificant and lowly human. Just now, he had almost succumbed to its demonic might, but now that it had withdrawn its might, the human had already caught his breath. Holding the green jade sword in his hand, he panted as he looked at it, his eyes full of fear and resentment.
The other one looked like a woman, holding the pillar with one hand, frowning and looking uncomfortable. When Akentu saw this woman, it was slightly surprised. It faintly felt that the other party's aura was somewhat familiar, but for a moment, it could not tell where it had seen her. After all, it had been imprisoned for thousands of years, and the memory in its mind had long been a mess.
Behind them were two people, one old and one young. It recognized that they were two oriental people. These people came from Aratul. Their homeland was completely destroyed by dusk in the first war, and the survivors were scattered everywhere. Although their ancestors were strong, these people were not in Akentu's eyes.
In a sense, demons were an immortal race because they were the claws and fangs of Dusk. When their bodies fell, their wills would be reborn in Chaos. Their personalities, preferences, and habits would be annihilated, but their inheritance and memories would be passed down in the same vein.
As the Demon King, Akentu had quite a lot of secrets in its memory. Although it was incomplete, it could remind it of some things from many eras ago.
Its fiery eyes fell on the last two people. One of them was still a human woman. What made it a little strange was that the woman had the aura of its own kind. It was precisely because of this that the other party could ignore its might.
Of course, Akentu did not understand that the person it saw was Delfien, the prime minister's daughter who had bathed in the polluted Spring of Life. Her body was stained with the aura of the demon master, so how could she be affected by the power of a mere Demon King?
Of course, Delfien did not know that. She had not personally experienced the pressure of a superior demon, and for a moment, she was somewhat puzzled by the performance of the other people present.
The last person Akentu's eyes swept over was naturally Brando.
Brando's left hand pressed on the hilt of the Holy Sword Oderfeiss. When the Demon King's eyes swept over him, he calmly lifted his hood with his right hand, revealing a rather young face.
"Mr. Brando!"
The little sprite jumped up, jumped off Lotus's shoulder, and came to the floor. He waved at Brando and said, "Mr. Brando, it's me. I'm Lute. I'm here!"
Brando naturally saw him and nodded at him, although he was a little puzzled in his heart why the little sprite was in this place.
As for the two sisters, the elder had obviously recognized him, but she held her younger sister's hand again and did not speak.
Brando's attention swept over the three of them, then returned to the Demon King Akentu.
"Before you die, I only have one question," Brando said word by word, and his voice seemed to suddenly become cold, "The earring on your hand, where — did — you — get — it?"
When Brando asked this question, he raised his head, and his bright eyes pierced straight into Akentu's eyes. The Lord of Purgatory only felt a chill all over his body, as if he was locked on by two sharp swords. This made him shocked, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat.
But he immediately reacted. How could he, the Demon King, retreat in front of a mortal? He shook his head, raised the earring in his claws, and laughed coldly, "You mean this? It seems that you also know that female dragon. Just right, I'll send you to meet your god. "
"You killed her?"
"So what?" The Demon King sneered as if he was enjoying his opponent's rage. It was an instinct of demons to absorb nutrients from the despair, hatred, and rage of mortals. "That damned female dragon was originally a sacrifice prepared for me, the great Demon King. I have to say that my subordinates did a good job this time. I enjoyed slicing open her throat and listening to her cries of agony and the sound of fresh blood flowing out. Her golden blood is doubtlessly the best present —"
Akentu proudly enjoyed the anger in the heart of the human in front of him. What surprised him was that this human's heart and will were very tenacious. The power transmitted from the other party's anger was also thousands of times stronger than that of ordinary humans.
This increase in power almost made him feel so comfortable that he was about to vomit. God, he did not expect that in just a few thousand years, there would be such a powerful existence in the human world with will and soul power. But the stronger the soul power, the more shocking the negative emotions produced when these people fell.
If he could make this person fall, there would be one more Demon King in the Scorching Hell, and he, Akentu, the Lord of Purgatory, would return to the peak of the Demon World.
Akentu was pleasantly surprised. He did not expect to encounter such a big gift as soon as he returned to the world. He looked at Brando with more and more surprise, and continued to use words to lure this guy into the trap.
"Mr. Brando, that demon —" Ling suddenly screamed, but before he could finish his words, he was swept away by the Demon King with a wave of his hand. He hit the wall heavily and spat out a mouthful of blood. His little head tilted, and he raised his heavy eyelids slightly to look at everyone in a daze, then looked at his sister, and then lay down softly.
"Shut up, damn little bitch!" Akentu snorted coldly.
"Sister!"
Lotus screamed at the top of her lungs. She ran over crazily and threw herself on her sister's little body covered in blood, crying out loud.
"You damn —" The little fairy, Lute, did not expect the demon to suddenly attack. He was so angry that his hair stood on end. He pulled out his sword and was ready to attack Akentu, but as soon as he moved, he felt that his body was imprisoned in mid-air.
"Mr., Mr. Brando …"
Akentu was not aware of this scene at all. It even sneered proudly. "I know, you know this little girl. Unfortunately, the power of a mortal is too weak. You can't save her, and you can't save that poor female dragon —"
His words suddenly stopped.
Because Brando raised the sword in his hand.
The tip of the sword shone, and Akentu seemed to see a strange scene. Time passed, and everything was returning to its original position in a strange trajectory. The little fairy, Lute, struggled to 'fly' back to Lotus's shoulder. The crying little girl also found herself standing in her original position, and her sister was holding her hand, looking at the wound on her chest with some doubts — but other than the bloodstains, there was no wound at all.
Huang Huo, Delfien, and Mr. Liu all looked at this scene in shock. The reversal of cause and effect, the passage of time … What, what kind of law was this?
Only for a moment, Akentu, the Demon King, heard a gurgling sound in the air. He looked up and found that the floating air in the chapel had solidified, forming a white mist, and then turned into ice particles that rustled down. A piece of white frost was climbing up the pillars in the hall. The low-lying places in the hall where there was water were instantly frozen. The ice creaked and then cracked.
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