Shadow Demon Duke Duma was behind the last belated giant spirit, watching his back disappear, and prepared to close the plane rift channel. That huge rift has never been forcibly maintained for such a long time. It has long been exhausted and ready to move, wishing it could close itself.
Duma let go of his hand and pulled back a large distance to avoid being swept away by the space fluctuations caused when it closed.
The crack disappeared with a chirp, like a flame being pinned to death in the ice. Duma relaxed and glanced down casually.
Several rays of light emitted from the bottom of a large pit in the distance. The rays crawled across the plane in several directions and converged at the other end, forming a colorful spiral. A force field spanning the entire plane is starting from there, flowing along the light, like a fishing net passing through the water, scraping through every aspect, and everywhere it goes is silent.
The force field quickly became smaller in cross-section, and gently slid into the invisible depths of the pit. Those lights trembled slightly and began to stretch horizontally, like some kind of restraint, and the entire plane was firmly held motionless under their hands.
This is probably what Chaint calls a "shutdown." Duma thought.
He stayed in an empty space outside the edge of the dreamer's cradle and would not be affected. This is where only Rift Hunters can move freely.
He knew exactly why he was favored. Thinking of this, Shadow Demon sneered in his heart. His advantages are irreplaceable. He deserves more. The King of Demons ignored him so much, why shouldn't he find another explanation for himself?
Shadow Leopard appeared at his side obediently. Duma turned to a more comfortable direction, put his hands behind his head, and slowly leaned on the pet's body, waiting for the drama to be played next.
The shutdown has just ended, and "germination" should start soon.
"You just have to keep watching. Don't leave, don't take your eyes away." Echaint told him.
Duma probably understood what he meant - even if he didn't, he would do it. This demon who seems to have the same personality as him is anything but simple, not just a nerd who wants to please the King of Demons.
As long as you calm down and observe, you can realize how much arrogance lies behind what this guy did. After he got himself involved in these things, he saw things more clearly.
Ezhaint Hincades is a truly arrogant devil.
Duma changed his posture. Shadow Leopard wagged its tail lazily.
It just so happened that germination started.
An oval-shaped shock wave emitted from the large crater just now, destroying as it walked along the light shuttle, like a shark's giant mouth twisting through while constantly biting the big biscuit.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
The light that looked like a "band" was also destroyed bit by bit, and most of the remaining things in the cradle of the dream were shattered, and the pieces crackled and flew away from the shark's teeth. The patterns on the "biscuits" were smashed, the powdered sugar was knocked away, the jam was licked, and then everything was rubbed into particles and disappeared quickly. Duma is certain that their whereabouts are one of the world's great mysteries. I'm afraid only he, who understands darkness, knows that when those things become small enough, they will not be able to pass through the filter and be eaten by nothingness.
The elliptical shock wave is about to reach the colorful spiral. Duma returned his gaze to the place where it passed.
Although the basic material skeleton structure of the Dream Maker's Cradle still exists, after being baptized by the shock wave, the remaining core is like a chewed-up wreckage. The earth is scorched black and dry, and the sky is unrecognizable and full of smoke and dust.
It's quite interesting.
No demon would refuse to view such a sight, especially a shadow demon. Under this situation, it was not difficult at all to keep watching, and he was even a little excited, making him want to eat a few lights immediately.
Duke Duma sat up and looked at it with interest. The castle where Chaint had temporarily settled had turned into a large puddle of rubble - definitely a large puddle, but from his point of view it was very small. There were two shadows sticking together not far away. attracted his attention.
But it was only for a moment.
His eyes were quickly caught by something more important. Something radiant began to rise from the large pit that had been forgotten.
Duma couldn't help but look back.
A large golden light bullet full of lines shot up into the sky. No, it was a big magic whale rising into the sky, or a golden trident, or a figure wearing a hat... There seemed to be many of those things. This different form left dozens of impressions in his mind in an instant - these impressions were all very different except for two things in common: it was golden, and it was so bright that he felt sick.
Under the penetrating golden light of that thing, it was easy to ignore that there was something opposite to it, but much dimmer.
But Duma didn't. He is naturally more aware of dark things. So he went straight to look at the things over there.
That thing was as big as the first golden thing, and it also had many shapes, but because it had no light, Shadow Demon was able to distinguish those shapes carefully——
He could clearly see that one of the forms was a giant conch with a reverse spiral.
Duma narrowed his eyes and felt a dark appeal.
That's Shellstone Tree Ring Blue Lewin. No matter how it changes form, he will never admit its mistake.
There is a secret that their kind never tell others, that rare demons like shadow demons are the work of hidden demons. They are traces of the living fragments left behind by the reaction of the Black Shadow Pact and fell on Chaos Hell. Even though the two are no longer connected, no one is more confident than them in identifying Lan Lewin's true identity.
He had no intention of telling Ezhayint about this, but he couldn't be sure that he didn't know.
Duma felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure, even greater than the killing light.
In any case, Yi Chaint really succeeded. This guy took advantage of the special environment here to create this world-class embodiment.
While this embodiment was successful, it also proved that I had made the right choice. Compared with Zhante's new conditions, the position of the Grand Duke of Hell does not seem to be necessary - he will not refuse it.
Shadow Demon noticed that Lan Lewin maintained the spiral shape and did not continue to change, while the disgusting golden light next to him was still changing.
But now that Blue Lewin is here, its identity is pretty certain.
It must be the All-Seeing Eye, Nesis the Shepherd, there is no doubt about it.
The moment he confirmed this idea, the golden light also fixed its shape. Sure enough, it was a big eye full of blood-red patterns, spinning around.
Wait, there seems to be a third looming figure beside them?
Duma stared at them intently for a long time before bursting into hoarse laughter. The Rift Hunter is well-informed, but the scene in front of him is too amazing, too dreamy, and too damn mythical. It should never exist in reality, but it appears in reality.
The black panther beside him seemed to feel his master's happiness and let out a long roar.
