I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

Chapter 289 Choice
The sky was blood red, and the wind blew up, bringing up gravel mixed with blood, and hit the armored mask.

Edward sat on a piece of relatively complete gravel, looked at the sky, and sighed helplessly.

Six months……

Half a year passed without paying attention. Fortunately, because it is a conscious body, there is no need to eat, drink, and scatter, because only a second has passed on the earth, and he didn't feel tired, but he still couldn't help but sigh.

It's been half a year!
He formed a team with Mystery for half a year, and they floated in the border of hell, training Edward from a rookie to a master, from a black iron to a king.

See the secret guest find a red crystal from another beacon tower.

The crystal is crystal clear, and each side of the standard sixteen square reflects the scenery in all directions. Edward focused the eye module, and saw that there was nothing on the side facing him, as if he did not exist.

The secret guest crushed the crystal vigorously, and the crystal turned into fine powder and floated in all directions.

"what is this?"

"The 'foundation' that supports the Beacon Tower is mainly used to modify the surrounding environment within 5000 meters according to a specific function, which is not very useful." The secret guest clapped his hands in disgust.

Edward did not have a clear purpose when he came to Hell, he just wanted to stay alive. Although the secret guest was more skilled than him, it also gave Edward a sense of aimlessness and incompatibility.

"Is this thing important?" Edward was at a loss for words.

"No, Velasco can make one easily, and I'm just ruining it for fun, otherwise this trip would be too boring, wouldn't it?" The secret guest was very used to it, and wiped the broadsword casually, bored.

"I always feel that you... have no goals?" Edward finally asked after holding back for several months.

The secret guest continued to rub, and the surface of the giant sword was already bright enough to be used as a mirror, clearly reflecting the scene of Edward tossing around with a gun. "The goal? What goal? The goal to end the nightmare of going to hell every time you sleep?"

"Yes, what happened?" Edward stood up, "This is Velasco's territory, if he wants to, don't mention me, even you can't escape, but you have escaped for more than ten years .

You wouldn't want to spend ten years like this if things were normal. What happened? "

How much power can a hell lord exert in his territory?

The power of the red tank comes from the Crimson Universe Cytorak, and the red tank is enough to fight against the nightmare after seizing the eternal power.

In an accident, Colossus signed a contract with Cytorak to become a red tank.

Later, Colossus, who had obtained one-fifth of the Phoenix Force, broke into the Crimson Universe and asked Cytorak to terminate the contract and sever the connection between the two, but was easily repelled by Cytorak.

But when he was desperate, the secret agent was on the border of hell, forcibly cutting off the connection between Cytorak and Colossus-just because this is her territory.

This is the fighting power that a lord with home court advantage can display.

There is no doubt that the secret guest is very strong, but Velasco will not be able to catch it for more than ten years.

And the secret guest is obviously not the kind of procrastination patient. If there is a chance, the irascible old lady would have ended the battle directly.

Something must have happened that Edward didn't know about.

"I waited for half a year, but you didn't even ask."

Mystery propped the huge sword on the ground, and the high temperature spread and burned the blade red. She stood up, her golden hair fluttering in the wind, with an indifferent smile on her face
"He didn't dare to force me, and I couldn't kill him. This is the situation we are facing now."

"Don't dare? Can't?" Words like this reminded Edward a lot, "You can kill him but you can't kill him, because you can kill him, so he doesn't dare to catch you himself, and doesn't dare to push you to the brink of death?"

"That's right. Did you see what I looked like when I cast the spell just now? How much do you know about me?" The secret guest's bright eyes glowed blood-colored, which was extremely strange.

"Demonization?" Edward touched his chin, "You were captured by Velasco, and he connected part of your soul to you, making you degenerate into a demon all the time. During this process, your soul was divided into five parts. After each part is blackened, it will be cut and peeled off, and refined into a blood stone.

Once successful, you will become a portal, from which Sithorn will descend to hell, and use hell as a springboard to conquer the earth and even the entire universe.

But he failed, and I don't know exactly how he failed. "

Edward shrugged his shoulders. He knew it well in the original work. She met the surviving elderly Storm and the middle-aged Phantom Cat in the X-Men in another time and space. After going through a story, Phantom Cat and Secret Guest were caught.

The secret guest became Velasco's apprentice again, and this time she had the opportunity to enter Velasco's library to learn black magic.

In the end... the secret agent defeated the black magic with black magic, defeated Belasco and became the new master of the border of hell.

This time lasts more than ten years in hell, but only a few seconds on earth.

As for this time, Edward is not clear.

The secret guest laughed lightly, "You know a lot, so I'll simply talk about it from the middle.

Velasco used powerful black magic to directly extract my soul and refine it into a bloodstone. He was close to success in less than 30 seconds since I entered the border of hell.

But in the end, the teacher and the supreme mage suddenly rushed into the border of hell and saved me.

I live and die every second.

Four-fifths of my soul has become a bloodstone, and the remaining one-fifth of my soul is only half.

I almost became a demon, was about to become a demon, and was just one step away from becoming a demon again, and finally I stabilized, my soul and the demon me, [-] out of [-].

I spent most of my time on earth suppressing my anger to prevent me from becoming a demon and slaughtering, lest my last soul be polluted.

In this way, Velasco helped me. He released a magic that made me enter Limbo every time I sleep. I can vent my anger here, just like I have done for the past six months.

There is good news, I have become more than half of the devil. Due to my unique magical talent, I have snatched part of the authority of the border of hell, which makes me almost on the same level as Velasco in hell, although my The authority is only ten meters around me, but it is enough for me to fight in hell for more than ten years without dying.

But the bad news is that this part of authority is bound to me in the demon body, every time I use it, the pollution will be a little more. "

There was a sad smile on the secret guest's face, and he stopped talking.

Edward fell silent.

Is this a dead end?no.

A dead end for human Ilyana?

Yes.

The only chance for the secret agent to escape from Limbo is to defeat Velasco and become the master of Limbo.

If you don't defeat him, you won't be able to break the link, and you will always have to fight him on the border of hell, always facing the danger of being caught.

And defeating him, at the moment of defeating him and gaining full authority of the border of hell, Ilyana will be swallowed by the demon Ilyana.

Even if someone survives by then, it will not be Ilyana, but a new demon lord.

dilemma.

Slow death, immediate death.

A young girl who should be in her prime is always faced with a choice that determines the length of her remaining life.

This is the puberty of secret guest.

(End of this chapter)