Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1037 It Hurts, It's Not a Dream
"Huh? Is something wrong?"

A cold voice sounded in the round hall, and a slim and beautiful figure slowly emerged from the seat of Sakoziel.

She was wearing a long black gauze dress inlaid with purple gemstones like a galaxy, her long black hair was windless and automatic, and a black veil was hanging on her face. Only people could see her pure purple pair like a whirlpool in the bottom of the sea. eyes.

The undead lying at the door couldn't help but 'wow~'.

'Cool~'

'wipe!This is the goddess! '

Row after row of praises came in an endless stream.

Even the well-informed Goddess of the Night couldn't help but smile happily in the face of such heartfelt praise...No way, no matter how beautiful she is, usually only screams of fear are greeted .

Even in those rare occasions when she appeared as a night dancer, the first reaction of the Toril people was to run when they saw her.

Those who couldn't run away might have been scared to death at that time.

Even if they acted a little more courageously, they still couldn't change the fate of extinction... She is the goddess of the night who always pursues the extinction of the world, and she must take away enough lives every time she comes out to make sense.

Otherwise, it would have to be like this time... The Seat of Sakoziel and the value of the Death Moon Magic Orb are enough to make the proud Goddess of the Night put down her figure and take the initiative to attack!
But Shar suddenly discovered that she enjoyed this kind of praise from the heart...Of course, since those guys who wanted to speak tiger and wolf words were silenced by William, since they have been punished, she can also turn a blind eye , hear but not hear.

She didn't have to figure out what she was talking about in this kind of undead-specific praise... After so many years, what else can't Shar understand?

However, this may also have something to do with her not hating the undead... After all, most of Toril's races are parasites that should have been eliminated long ago in the eyes of this daughter of the night.

These undead, known as the Trashiel elves, were different, they stood there to represent William.

Shar gently swayed her slender and beautiful legs, and the seat of Sakoziel under her was surrounded by dark purple light.

The death moon magic bead was gently turning in her slender hand... The black death moon inside the magic bead also began to slowly become dark purple.

Lansander asked very annoyed: "Are you here to pick up a bargain?
I kill, you rob?
Does it fit? "

"Apart from me, who else can use these two things? You?" Shar said dismissively, "Just because you want to purify the power of the Warlock King directly?

Can it be done in 50 years?
By then, it would have been taken back by someone! "

Ransander flapped his wings angrily, yelled a few times, and then suddenly realized: "Why do I keep such an evil magic weapon?
I don't need it!
Wouldn't it be good to send them directly to Heavenly Mountain for destruction? "

Shar's free hand pointed to the magician who was leaning against the wall and was being tightly locked by a dark chain: "You can almost let people go.

What else can you do?
In a short time, can you send these two artifacts out of Toril?

If not, who do you want to save for you?

tsk tsk!
Is Hill not good enough for you?Are you going to trick him like this?
After a few days of quiet, you have to face Rose, Bane and tiefling for your free will? "

Ransander froze... He hadn't thought about it at all.

However, as Shaer said, if he really takes these two evil artifacts away, he really doesn't have the ability to send them out to Toril... In the end, he can only be entrusted to Hill for preservation.

After all, he has already made a move, and it is impossible for AO to let him stay in Toril...unless there is something else for him to do later.

But Ransander, who still knows about AO, knows very well that even if he can stay in Toril, he will definitely be directed by the old guy to run around... Who knows when and where knives will rain on that tablet of fate? ?
He didn't grow wings to be the guide of fate for that broken stone slab!

But he couldn't put these two things in the Tower of Dawn.

Although his believers have always been very strong, if he were not there, Lansander would not have the confidence that his believers could resist the combination of Rose and Bane, and maybe they would have to add the Alliance of Warlocks.

The big golden peacock lowered its head decadently.

Then he suddenly cheered up again: "How much profit have you made this time, Shar?

Why did the old man tolerate you so much this time?

What did you give up?
Shadow Magic Web? "

"What's none of your business?" Shar said coldly, "Aren't you going to deal with that guy?

If you don't do anything, he may be shocked by me and become a fool. "

Asmodeus, with his head down, suddenly said, "Dear Daughter of the Night, I am willing to take back my soul power.

Please, for the sake of the tiefling's respect for you, please spare me. "

Shar sneered: "Even if I am willing to let you go, how are you going to deal with Ransander?

You don't think that the two of us are really friends because we are so polite now, do you? "

"No, of course I wouldn't be that stupid." Asmodeus said with a wry smile, "I know, it's just because of the special situation now that the two of you don't want to waste your divine power in Toril so you can behave so peacefully...but ...I would rather this body be destroyed by the light of dawn than be injured by your power.

I really can't bear the soul quest of shadow power. "

"Huh?" Ransander said in a strange tone, "Why do I hear his words so strange?
Is he acting weird?
I said Shar, you know these villains best, can you tell me what he wants to say? "

Shar, who was sitting leisurely on the throne, whipped the big peacock full of nonsense.

The undead made a strange sound... The feeling of fearing that the world will not be chaotic is really clear when you hear it.

Asdimos suddenly raised his head... However, Ransander just avoided Shar's whip with a coquettish move, and then muttered 'women just can't hear the truth', and had no desire to fight Shar at all.

The magician looked at everything in front of him in astonishment. There seemed to be some friendship between Lansander and Shar!when did it happen?How did you do it?
Why don't they know anything?
Outside the gate, Edna, who was sitting on Alvia's back, had a strange expression on her face. She couldn't help but lower her head and ask her friends: "Everything in front of me is real, right? Didn't I have some kind of illusion?"

Alvia's two front paws grabbed a section of the remaining low wall, and scratched a few times on the solid stone... The stone wall that even the demon lord could not break made her feel real... The claws hurt so much .

She replied grumblingly: "It hurts, it's not a dream."

　The computer screen of the author Mao has broken down recently. Although I have placed an order in time... But the pain is that I still don't know how many days it will arrive in Shanghai when I deliver the goods in this city.

So the past few days are all tablet codewords, sometimes it is really uncomfortable, and Kavinka is very good.

Everyone just bear with it~

The screen arrives just fine.

　
(End of this chapter)