He could detect the familiar coldness from the holy aura, so he opened his mouth to gnaw on the runes. Rage surged in his chest with an almost volcanic eruption, until it destroyed the numbness and the fear deep in his soul that he didn't want to admit. Lametta escaped, and he would never let the lion girl and her companions go. These people will become a part of him, digested by him to the dregs.
But then he felt a strange fire.
"Sylvanus," someone said.
"Trevor?" He was startled and even regained his composure a little. The owner of the voice was his old friend. Not easy. San Carlos is far away, but his bones are buried on a deserted island south of Biniaio. Sylvanus could not imagine any connection between the two. Oh, except the demons. How could he forget the secret societies? Lametta counts as one, and Ivan the white-eyed wolf. He was originally a subordinate of the king, but he dared to betray his master... just for a trivial casualty. War can only happen in songs. "Your companions have given up on you."
"Quicksilver Lord Lameta? I have never been loyal to her. San Carlos is the domain of the Undead Lord."
This statement greatly displeased him. "The City of Mist is supposed to be under my control. Where was your lord when the White Envoy came to San Carlos to destroy my city?"
"The White Envoy would not have come to San Carlos if it weren't for your flag."
"Justice must come! Our failure is only temporary—"
"You shouldn't have killed me for Lametta's bewitchment!"
While working with Lametta turned out to be a bad choice, Silvanus wouldn't admit it in front of the guy. After all, Trevor wasn't much better. It is true that he is a resident of Croita, but when Sylvanus contacts him, Trevor reveals that he has clues to the mysterious end. The clue is a trap, but he is not a loyal demon hunter. He promised to help me, Silvanus thought. It was he who asked me to find Ivan, but he refused to take advantage of the golden opportunity of the tower to block Brumnot to organize a resistance. In this regard, Lord Mercury is quite a willing collaborator.
Thoughts are fleeting. What's the point? Trevor is dead anyway. The undead lord never appeared at all. The starless night regarded him as a worn-out old boot and threw him into this ghost place. But it doesn't matter, he is still alive. Pain and despair can give him new power...power that only belongs to him...
Fury returned to his consciousness. "You didn't die enough, Trevor." Sylvanus found that the souls that appeared in his eyes were usually very tempting. The more active the secret ceremony became, the more hungry he became.
"One last question, Sylvanus. If I told you that you were a nobody. Would that make you at peace with Ivan Adeon?" Trevor asked, "Oh, an unnecessary question. . Ivan is not Ivan either. But I think he liked the name you gave him at first."
Idiot talking to himself. "What?" he asked, "The Nameless One betrayed me!"
"Isn't it the same for Tobais and Kaampang? This is just a hypothesis."
"It's just a hypothesis." He didn't quite understand the sentence, so he repeated it, grabbing a dying figure and swallowing it. The secret ritual shook suddenly, and the fire of hatred burned blazingly again. "I am not a nameless person, I am the King of San Carlos! How dare soldiers compare with the king?" The strong runes were chipped away by his teeth, and he felt his emotions rise.
"I will make statues of loyal soldiers, even demons. I will make them admired by the lesser men in parks and squares. History will forget your little secret... The people of San Carlos will remember their heroes, not The evil nameless one.”
"That doesn't sound like preferential treatment."
Sylvanus disagreed. "By the gods, what more can a bunch of demons ask for?"
His last words fell into silence.
"Live like a human being." The words were not from Trevor's voice.
He suddenly lost the strength of his rage, and the increase of pain and despair deserted him. At the same time, the long-suppressed coldness and self-despair burst out from the depths of his soul. Silvanus threw away the broken figure and looked at the ferocious outline of the armor in the red mist. He could hardly believe his eyes.
The cold chill instantly ended his thoughts, and he finally became more broken than the soul digested by the secret ritual, like powder sifted under a stone mill.
…
Roma gasped and closed her eyes to concentrate. She pushed that feeling as hard as she could, trying to soothe the laws. The little lion indeed couldn't find the core of the secret, but she successfully pried the mystery here... Sauron said that I was part of the secret, and maybe that's why the ladder can be opened. First it was Uriel and the Commander. That time she just instinctively wanted to save Dalton, so with the blessing of Sovero's potion, Roma subconsciously pushed Gray Winged Bird Island out of the chaotic mysterious place, and then The Gap of the Stars confirmed the location of the Ring Sauron. She didn't know how they captured that brief moment.
Then comes the Devil's Ladder. It is more aggressive than the power of the Star Gap, causing the Arcanum of Pain to flinch. So this mysterious place opened a gap, allowing Lord Mercury and Lord Flame Moon to leave. Only then did Roma have a vague awareness of the method of opening the ladder magic.
Magic arouses mystery, and the strange laws gradually stabilize. Roma opened her eyes and saw "King San Carlos" outside the magical barrier melting like a candle in the fire, and the falling fragments scattered all over the ground. She let out a scream, almost losing her balance.
"Hold on, Roma," Uriel said. "I found Aiken in Beacon Town, and now it's up to you."
The good news inspired her, but Roma didn't know how long she would have to hold on. Does Bai Zhizhi know the situation here? The little lion knows that the Night Whispering Ring can contact its owner, but what if Drablay returns here first? Maybe the commander is having trouble getting away...
Until the golden star door opened in mid-air, cold wind and frost fell from the sky. Roma had never found the formation diagram of the Star Gap so pleasing to the eye before.
The messenger's gray armor was dripping with blood, but his fire was shining brightly, and even the laws were rippled with it. Is this the flame of the sky? Roma couldn't look at him directly. Suddenly Uriel walked towards the mentor, and she quickly ran away from him and hid next to the night elf.
"The White Envoy of the Sky Tower." Dalton whispered to himself. She could hear his nervousness. "Should I kneel down?"
"He is not a noble of the mortal kingdom." Roma suddenly felt more relaxed. Having someone who was as afraid as her always increased her confidence. Drow was a noble guard in Knight's Bay before becoming a wanted criminal, so it's no wonder he would consider this. "Kneeling is not popular with Chloe."
Unexpectedly, Zhuoer turned around suddenly and almost knocked her down. "Be careful." She scolded without realizing the situation.
"You're back!" The night elf grabbed her shoulders and turned to tell them. "She has come back!"
…
"Then Prince Drablay...?"
"He committed suicide."
"What? Why?" Uriel was stepping on the ice and almost fell over due to this unexpected news. "What did you do to him?"
"He committed suicide," the messenger repeated impatiently, raising his voice. "Can't you see?"
The apprentice had to doubt his words, even though the Scroll of Oath confirmed repeatedly that what Joey said was the truth. Trolbane Drablay is dead. He died from the loss of control of Sky Realm magic... This is really an incredible thing. Not to mention Uriel, even Joey didn't quite believe it. However, the messenger did watch his fire go out in the thick plasma.
"He doesn't know the red prophecy." The little lion Roma seemed to think this made sense.
"Delabre is not stupid." Uriel couldn't agree. He looked at Joey: "It's not like magic can't be terminated. It would be fine if he died in the battle because his magic was out of control, but..."
"He did commit suicide." The young man affirmed. In any case, Uriel had a hard time deciding which was more likely: Joey's hallucinations or his belief that the vampire prince had committed suicide. "I found him in the wreckage of the Alliance's alchemy warship, and the soldiers were fighting." He meant that many people were watching their battle.
"Could he just pretend to be dead?" The night elf suddenly expressed a different opinion. He seemed to have become bolder, which surprised the apprentice. "No offense, my lord, but the vampire is cunning, and he may wait until you leave before he goes on a killing rampage against the Alliance forces."
The messenger was unmoved. "I'm sure he's dead. What else do you have to say?"
"Roma is at the core of the Mystery of Pain." Uriel could only say, "That's..."
"Here." A paw patted his back, Uriel turned around in surprise, and was pleasantly surprised to see the long-lost lion apprentice standing behind him. "You guys are talking too much. Can you look at me?"
"Mission accomplished," the messenger announced. He was facing them all the time, so he saw them clearly.
"That's right." The little lion quickly agreed.
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