"The demon lord Barolo Flame Demon King from the Sixth Cremation Heap of the Bottomless Abyss is imprisoned there. I heard it clearly. He is the real demon lord, not the incarnation, and even Matik and I have no choice but to do anything to him. Now, he is probably dead in the flames of the abyss. I originally wanted to thank him in person, but unfortunately there is no chance. The gods are so cruel."

When the leader of the harpist heard this, his expression changed slightly. He was about to speak. The ghost prince raised his hand and interrupted her brutally, saying in a sharp and low voice:

"Okay, Ms. Storm, our conversation ends here. I can't trap you, and you can't kill me in my tower. I don't want to waste time with you here. Now, I ask you to leave, disappear forever from Sachroth, and stop blocking our way! In short, go as far as you can!"

"Indeed." The harpist leader stood up slowly, showing his signature smile:

"Your honesty and fickleness really shocked me more and more. Lord Ramolak, I have thought of many possibilities, but I didn't think of this way of leaving. You should also know that as an enemy, it's better to just use the fireball to say goodbye!"

Magical energy flows, and the storm enters the portal and disappears.

Looking at the harpist's leaving figure, the ghost prince stopped the knocking action, grabbed the Tianling cover of the skull with his whole hand, muttering to himself in surprise, "Ms. Lost actually took action himself."

The night was dark, and the miserable moonlight could hardly dispel the deep shadows on the forest paths.

Despite the wide road, enough for merchants' trucks to pass, ancient trees still gathered overhead into thick canopies, and vines and shrubs grew messy on both sides of the path.

Caravans usually only dare to pass through this forest during the day to avoid bandits and beasts wandering in the forest after nightfall.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Santira understands these, they quietly guard this forest, always keeping vigilant, and paying attention to any dangerous signal.

In the tasks assigned by Brian to the three of them, they only need to be responsible for making trouble in the floating city and interfering with the actions of the ghost man.

Now that their mission has been completed, they arrived at the negotiated meeting place and waited patiently here according to Brian's instructions.

"Sister Gresher, why haven't they come back yet?" Santila asked with a worried look.

She asked about a beautiful and tall female elf, with a crescent moon on her exquisite armor.

The female elf Rather is a Silver Moon Walker from the Monastery of the North Earth Moon, a guardian of the moon who believes in the goddess of the moon, Sulun, followed her and another harpist scout who has reached the legendary realm.

The three of them have one common characteristic, that is, they are agile and mobility.

It was the efforts of the three of them that dragged down another ghost tower in the floating city, and gave Brian and Storm a lot of time to sneak into the Shadow Temple and the Wizard Tower.

"Don't worry." Silver Moon Walker walked over with light steps. With the help of the bleak moonlight, she looked thoughtfully towards the floating city, and said to the anxious Drow girl gently, "Saxroth has not made any movement, which means that the plan of both of them has not been completed yet."

"How about we go back to pick up Brian and Teacher Storm." Santira's heart tightened and tried to ask for her opinion.

"Wait patiently first." The Silver Moon Walker shook his head slightly, pondered carefully for a moment, and said, "If necessary, they will send us magical messages."

"Okay, that's all." Santira sighed helplessly.

She originally wanted to act with Brian, but he turned a cold face and firmly refused her proposal. Although she was very dissatisfied, she could only carry out the execution.

For Santira, the time of waiting is always boring and boring.

However, when she thought of any journey after this end, she couldn't help but feel happy.

Because Brian promised her that once the floating city of Sacros was destroyed, he would take him to the ruins of Mis Zorno in Cormanso to help her find the artifact that appeared in her dreams.

At that time, she could accompany Brian back to Mokou Town, until he thought the opportunity had come, so he would take her to the maze of the earth vein in Deep Water City to find the lost stroll temple.

Thinking of herself being with Brian forever, she became vaguely expectant in her heart.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and hurried to the Silver Moon Walker Greser and asked curiously: "Sister Greser, you didn't say you wanted to tell me about Helisther, the Lord of Silver Moon City, now you can tell me."

She had already learned from Teacher Storm that the Silver Moon City Lord had publicly accompanied Brian to appear in Mokou Town, which made her curious about her.

Greser is a member of the Moon Monastery. He is located in the Moon Forest in the Northland, very close to Silver Moon City, so he naturally knows this mysterious Silver Moon City Lord.

"How to say it?" Silver Moon Walker looked at the girl Drow's expectant eyes, rubbed his forehead with a little headache, not knowing how to say it.

She thought carefully and said, "This newly appointed city lord is a relatively cold elf. She is too rational in doing things and has a strong sense of oppression. She seems to be the kind of person who is only suitable for being a soul mate. Of course, according to my estimate, I'm afraid no man can control her. However, she seems to have encountered some trouble recently..."

Before he finished speaking, Santira and Gresher's expressions changed, and he subconsciously looked in the same direction.

The two of them saw the scout of the harpist who was responsible for reconnaissance at the same time, and were running over with panic.

Santila was shocked to find that the harpist scout who seemed thin but was flexible enough to avoid a magic pulse cannon showed a fear that made her feel scared.

"Not good, run away..."

Before he could finish his words, his body suddenly thrust forward, and a sharp blade with a flashing cold light pierced from his back heart and penetrated through his chest. Blood suddenly sucked away with the sharp blade and gushed out.

As the harpist scout fell, a silent black shadow descended from the sky like a ghost.

Under the bleak moonlight, Santira saw that the black shadow was wrapped in a cloak, revealing only a pair of dark purple eyes. When she looked at the black shadow's eyes, she seemed to be in an empty and dark void.

"Are you Krisanna from the Ghost City?" Silver Moon Walker Gresher looked dark and asked slowly when he saw the dead harpist scout.

While speaking, her hand unconsciously touched the weapon around her waist.

"No!"

Santira's voice seemed uncontrolled and said tremblingly, "She is not Krisanna, she is Ms. Lost Sal, how could she be here?"

When she said this, she suddenly woke up, how did she know the other person's true identity?

In her impression, since the unprecedented disaster of the "Ofa Catastrophe" has subsided, the rules between the gods have also changed tremendously, and no incarnation of the gods can come to the main material world.

However, this incredible situation in front of him really happened in front of Santira.

What the hell is going on?

Santila's heart was filled with shock, and an indescribable fear spread throughout her body.

As her words blurted out, time seemed to be frozen in this moment.

"It seems that my guess is correct."

A cold and cruel female voice sounded from the dark shadow's mouth.

She raised her head, and a cold light flashed in her deep purple eyes, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Su Lun's guardian, and you... It's really an unexpected surprise, it's not worth my personal action."

The black shadow waved his hand gently, and the space around him suddenly twisted, as if it would collapse at any time due to the squeeze caused by this terrible force.

"Santila, run away quickly! Her target is you, I will help you block her."

As he spoke, Silver Moon Walker Greser had already blocked the Drow girl, pulled the bowstring, and arrows as bright as moonlight rushed out.

Accompanied by sharp arrows, in the gloomy sky, the bleak moonlight shone brightly in the light as if it was responding.

"Bang!"

The arrow burst out with white flashes, making the entire dark forest look like daytime.

Looking at the firm eyes of Silver Moon Walker, Santila bit her lower lip and took this opportunity to activate the teleportation spell and disappeared.

Ms. Lost turned a blind eye to Santira's departure.

"Click!"

The movement of her raising her hand seemed extremely slow but extremely rapid. She clenched her fist gently, and the whistling arrow broke instantly in the squeezing of shadow energy.

An incomprehensible realm shrouds in the nearby space.

A shadow flew out!

Silver Moon Walker Greser had not reacted at all. His tall body suddenly paused and immediately divided into two pieces. His head fell to the ground with a little uneasy and his body slowly fell to the ground.

"Sulun's believers are still so vulnerable."

Lady Lost shook the blood from the sharp blade indifferently, as if she was throwing away the inconspicuous dust.

"The night... is my veil. Do you really think you can escape?"

Then, she turned her sight to a location hundreds of kilometers away.

The next moment, Santila felt a shock all over her body, and immediately sensed a bone-cold energy pouring into her body, spreading along her blood vessels at an extremely fast speed.

A sense of powerlessness came.

She felt that this strange energy was quickly taking away her strength, physical strength and energy.

Immediately afterwards, her face began to turn gray, and her entire aura was extremely weak, and her vitality gradually faded with a bone-bending shadow energy.

Santila's breathing declined, and her consciousness gradually became blurred...

"Corillon's Winter Moon Bow, Melikay's Aerona Quiver, Sifana's Oak Fruit, are there still no Mistera's silver fire?"

The figure of the lost lady was floating in the air, looking into the distance, and a cruel and ruthless sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "The female spider Rose has a treaty with you, what does it have to do with me? I am trying to light up the stars in my field, I am really seeking death..."

Her figure, like a night predator, gradually blurred and finally merged into the twisted shadow space.
Chapter completed!