After the holy sword is broken

Chapter 63

In the endless chaos, Elvis sensed the breath of darkness.

The long-term lurking in the lower plane made him open his eyes reflexively and enter the stealth state.

Sneak, probe, assassinate.

The power burst out in an instant and collided.

The bound man bit his dagger.

A passing witch screamed.

"Ivis, stop." The chief priest hurried over with everyone.

"He's Alger."

Elvis' eyes fell on the iconic short silver-gray hair.

"Alger?" He retracted the dagger, "It's been so long."

It's been ten years.

That child has grown up.

"Is the bloodline unstoppable?" Elvis is obviously also an insider.

Horns that belonged to the devil have emerged, and the silver-gray eyes have turned into scarlet, with black scales, looming on the side of the face, and two fangs can still be seen when the mouth is opened.

The originally handsome face was stained with evil spirits, making it look unruly.

"This is Alger?" Witch Lena was in disbelief.

She has returned from the gates of hell, tonight is a moonless night, very suitable for harvesting some special herbs.She was about to go out, but was frightened by the sudden outbreak of fighting and the demons who should not be here.

Lena took two steps forward, walked up to Alger who was firmly bound by the enchanted chains and knelt on his knees, squatted down, and stretched out her hands to his face.

"How did it become like this? Who did it?"

Alger turned his face sideways, avoiding the witch's touch.

"Maybe it didn't become like this, but it should have been." His voice was low and hoarse.

As early as when Duke Iris found him, he had a premonition.

What is the object of fanaticism of devil worshipers?

He already had conjectures, but he never dared to confirm.

Lena recalled the conversation of the few people just now, and guessed something.

Her voice was soft and urgent: "It's okay, it's okay. Kath is still a devil contractor, isn't she still the executor of the church?

"Blood and power are never evil. As long as the user has justice in his heart, the power of demons can also be used to fight evil and serve the gods."

Alger twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, but his body leaned back slightly, as if he wanted to stay away from the companion in front of him.

"Probably not the same. I am evil. Not because of blood, nor because of strength. I am a despicable person."

All the darkness hidden in his heart seems to have found a reason, because he was born with sins, so he is naturally evil in nature.

The hatred for Dock Town has never disappeared, and because of Fei Luo's death, the hatred of angering the entire royal city has never weakened, lurking in the bottom of my heart, and the undue desires have never calmed down.

Every time he knelt down in front of the statue, he repented devoutly and begged the Lord for forgiveness and redemption.

It's too sinful and too inappropriate.

As a priest, one should not think so.

He thought that these evil thoughts could be eradicated, as long as he had enough devotion to understand the teachings of the Lord, one day he would be able to comprehend the true supreme good.

But it turns out that evil is his nature.

He can never be inspired by the paladin.

He lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and did not look at anyone. He just said, "Your High Priest, please kill me. Use the holy silver to obliterate me. End my sinful life."

I am evil, a heretic, and someone who should not be in this world.

The collar was suddenly picked up, and he was forced to look up, and saw Burgess' furious face: "You bastard! Why do you say that?! You made this decision privately, and never thought of asking me? "

Alger was silent for a while.

"Feel sorry."

Burgess punched the face hard.

"No apology!"

"Alger." The chief priest said.

"We decided to raise you at the beginning, not to kill you with great difficulty after more than 20 years.

"Among the options we have reserved for you, there is no such thing as giving up your life."

Burgess' furious punch failed to leave any marks on that face.He still lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"We can give you two choices. Suppress the blood of the devil and continue to be a human, or abandon the blood of the human and become a pure devil."

The chief priest calmly gave the options: "It's all about your decision.

"If you are willing to be a human being, you are still the executor of the poem of truth.

"If you want to be a demon, we can let you go. If you are willing to go to the next plane, or be a demon born on this side of the mainland and live like a blood race, we will not object."

Alger pursed his lips tightly.

"You don't have to answer me right away, you can think about it for a while. This is an important moment in your life, and it can only be chosen by you."

After speaking, the chief priest left.

Now that Ives has awakened, it's time to ask for information about the lower plane.

"Dana," Alger said after the chief priest left, "Did you know that too?"

The mage's frown never let go: "To be precise, I guessed some, but before today, I never confirmed it."

Burgess had already let go of Alger's collar, and turned to grab his shoulders.The two of them didn't look at each other, they looked over each other's shoulders and let go.

Dana tugged on Lalena's sleeve, motioning for her to leave together, leaving room for them.

"No matter what you decide, I will be by your side."

Burgess hugged him, and leaned against the side of the lover in his arms, the black scales were a little cold, not a familiar temperature.

"You have promised to be with me, no matter what the reason is, you can't break the contract. I want to see you every morning, the first moment I open my eyes."

"Even if I become like this?"

"You have always been Alger."

"Facing me like this, can you guarantee that your relationship will never change?" The voice beside my ear became a little erratic.

Burgess let go of his arms and stared into those scarlet eyes like blood jade.

"I'm sure, always."

Alger laughed.

It's not the kind of gentle smile before, it's a little sarcastic, a little decisive, and even tinged with evil.

Those eyes that belonged to the devil were scarlet to the extreme, with a demonic and evil aura.

"I don't believe you." Alger said bluntly.

do not talk like that……

In Borgins' eyes, a deep pain burst out all of a sudden.

Eyes as beautiful as sapphires, the originally bright divine light shattered into spots of light, like the moon shadow on the lake being suddenly broken.

"Even such absurd things will happen... I don't believe in the unknowable future, time will take away everything. So—"

The chains of enchantment, I do not know when to break.

There was an extra dagger in Alger's hand, and it slowly touched Burgess' neck. The blue arteries were beating under the white skin, full of vitality.

"Leave you here at this moment."

The light can no longer be pursued.

Since it is despicable, then it is despicable to the end.

Someday in the future, you're bound to loathe my filthy nature.

Then, let the affectionate you now belong to me forever, and never regret it again.

The cold blade touched Burgess' skin, causing a shiver.

He could feel the thickness of the blade, thinner than a sheet of paper.Even if it hadn't cut into the skin, the sharp breath made him feel a slight sting.

"It's still too late to leave now."

Alger said to leave, but his left arm hugged him tightly, like a greedy red dragon, encircling his only remaining treasure.

Under the threat of the blade, Burgess felt real fear. Under the shadow of death, it firmly captured his mind and made him feel chills all over his body.

But he didn't struggle, didn't try to escape, instead he stretched out his hand, tightly hugging his lover who was eroded by the abyss.

Bite words clearly and forcefully: "Come on."

The sharp dagger blade stuck to his neck, paused, moved away a little, and then stuck again.

Repeatedly, entangled, like a tug-of-war between desire|desire and reason.

Only the intensity of hugging him became heavier and heavier, never relaxing.

Burgess raised his head and kissed Alger.

He felt the other party stiffen for a moment, and then he responded with a fierce kiss, and his heavy breath blew on his cheek.

Here at Alger, he had never been treated so roughly, but he could feel the fiery emotions contained in it.

Candor like never before.

But the cold tip of the knife was touching his artery, ready to take his life at any time.

The sharp breath is extremely dangerous——

A groan of pain.

Not from Burgess.

The sound of gold and iron falling to the ground.

Crisp and icy cold.

"Philo...why?" murmured.

Encountering the most impossible betrayal, my heart and eyes are full of disbelief.

The mage and witch who hadn't gone too far finally saw this scene and hurried over.

Lena pulled Burgess away, and Dana opened his spell book. The magic of restraint and suppression re-bound Alger who had broken free from the chain.

Alger didn't struggle.

Just repeating over and over again in a daze and despair: "Fello, why?"

Burgess picked up the dagger that fell on the ground, and sure enough, he found a sealed inscription that had been activated, and it seemed that it prevented this conspiracy to kill.

"Is this what Philo gave you?" he asked.

Alger raised his head, his blood-jade eyes lost focus.

"According to the oracle, following the instructions of the chief priest, I sneaked into the gate of hell and lurked in the chaotic place for many years. It was not until I was accidentally exposed some time ago that I evacuated urgently."

"Reason for the exposure?" A scribe looked up and asked.

Elvis rubbed his forehead and heart, the serious injury has not healed, and he is still a little weak at this time.

"Someone mentioned me. I was lurking near a king at the time. The power of language touched the connection between me and the main material plane, which directly attracted the attention of the will of the abyss."

Fei Liya sighed: "After you left, we have tried to reduce your presence on the mainland as much as possible. All members were ordered not to mention your name, and this happened."

Elvis shook his head very slightly: "It's inevitable, and, even if there is no accidental exposure, I should be back."

He paused slightly, and then cut to the point: "During the incubation period, I probably got some information like this.

"There are fewer civil wars in the lower plane than in the legends. Because the devil's mortal enemy, the power of the devil, has been suppressed to death.

"Now, the lower planes can be called large-scale battles, only the annexation between high-level demons, but the war between the monarchs is very fierce."

Ives was sitting on a chair in the meeting room, his face still pale, his thoughts were still a little confused, and he couldn't explain the information he had obtained in an orderly and detailed manner.

"I have also negotiated with the devils in hell, and their reactions are very strange, as if they are bored with some secret, no matter how they communicate, they are unwilling to disclose any information.

"In addition, I seem to have figured out what the so-called demon lord is."

The Devil Lord is a legendary rank, which has never appeared in the history of the New World.Even the historical materials handed down from the ancient continent are only a few words with vague meanings.

"The demon king is not a level that the people of the abyss can reach. That refers to the will of the abyss.

"Majesty, is the abyss itself."

The conference room fell into an eerie silence.

Elvis paled and coughed twice before continuing.

"The current strife between demons is likely to determine the agent of the will of the abyss, that is, the real king.

"When the civil war in the abyss subsides, it is likely to be the final battle for the demons to invade the continent.

"It's coming soon. The time and space of the lower plane are disordered, but the absolute time will not change. It's coming soon, we don't have much time."

There was a long silence in the conference room before the chief priest said, "Do you know anything about the monarch who has the best chance of winning?"

Elvis nodded: "It's the one from thousands of years ago, and his power is even stronger."

Fei Liya: "The one who was expelled by Jiuruosi with the holy sword?"

"Yes."

"Impossible." A priest asserted, "After being expelled, his rank will inevitably fall. In the lower plane where the civil war is fierce, even if he dies right away, it is normal. It is impossible to return to the peak so soon."

"What if he is the favored person of the abyss? What if he is the chosen representative of the abyss?"

The priest frowned.

It's not impossible.

Demons are the best representatives of chaos and evil, and even the will of the abyss cannot convince them.

In order to ensure that one's will will not be controlled by a certain demon, and not become a tool in the hands of the demon, it is a good way to descend directly to a clone|body.

Since the demons will not directly and completely surrender to the abyss, then the avatar of the will of the abyss obviously cannot be recognized by them.

Everything still has to use strength to speak.

"But I don't think you need to be too nervous." Ives, who witnessed the chaos of the plane with his own eyes, was the most calm and calm one.

"I don't know why, but that abyssal family member is especially restrained by the holy sword.

"So, even if he becomes a majesty and crosses the gate of hell again, we can invite the holy spirit of Saint Tiffany down like we did thousands of years ago, and then wake up Jiuros, let them unite, and suppress him with the holy sword go back."

"No, not so optimistic."

The chief priest said slowly: "The core difficulty is that we have lost the holy sword."

The author has something to say: Everyone seems to have misunderstood what I said QUQ... This time, the excess without philosophical symbols is an asshole excess.

If you want to scold Alger, you can just... scold him (shakes his head and trembles).If you can, please give this half-demon with an explosive mentality another chance, he will learn to be a good man. QQ