C1647 He's Not Dead yet
C1647 He's Not Dead yet
When the last one came from a different side, the figures of the creatures of the world and time disappeared. The little town that had been bustling for three days once again regained its calm.
The bustling bar was once again empty. Fallen Demoness Annie finished wiping the last glass and habitually sat down. She took out a thick, ancient book from under the bar, an old and simple cover, and used the mysterious magic notes written in Celtic. It was also a gift from the mysterious His Majesty that the guide had given her.
His Majesty had already left, and it was likely that he would never have the chance to meet again in this lifetime. According to the guide, that was not an existence that he could spy on, making him forget about everything.
However...
How could he forget that this was the only one who had dared to make a move in No. 9 town and almost crushed an angel to death?
Furthermore, it came from an ancient, distant, mysterious, and long gone era of myths!
The magic notes bestowed by His Majesty would definitely crave knowledge that could not be desired.
It can also change the plight of us Abyss Fallen Spirits …
"Annie, what are you looking at?"
Annie couldn't help but look up and meet the gaze of the guide, No.9. Her entire body trembled violently and the magic notebook in her hand fell to the ground. What Annie didn't notice was that the magic notebook on the ground was automatically flipped open …
"Lord Guide … "I'm just taking a break …"
Annie was trembling all over, even her chest was rising and falling, her breathing was also rapid, the pair of giant Opa s that could support exploding clothes even started to sway slightly.
"Annie, I warned you, yet you just ignored my words?"
"Don't think, don't think, don't read, don't speak, much less speak. Why aren't you obedient?"
"Not only do you want to think about it, you even dare to read the book he gave you."
"Annie, the result of disobeying orders in No. 9 Town …" Only death awaits! "
Guide No.9 slowly took off his mask, revealing an extremely skinny face, not concealing his ferocious killing intent in the slightest.
The Demon King of Confusion had finally died!
It was a long river of time that had been obliterated forever. It would be hard for him to return.
Annie is the only one who knows and has seen him. For the sake of this secret, she can only keep it a secret.
Don't blame me, Anne, it's your destiny!
"Master, you want to kill me …" "Why?"
"Ever since I came to No. 9 town, I have been working very hard and have never slacked."
"Just why did you want to kill me!?"
Annie slightly raised her head, her blood-red eyes filled with puzzlement. Deep in her heart, anger and indignation permeated her as well, the Fallen Fairies were weak and inborn, they were always bullied and bullied in the Eternal Abyss. She thought that once she reached the ninth village, she would be able to change her fate.
The Will of the Abyss was above him!
What have we dark races done wrong?
Being bullied in the abyss and having to face it outside …
Has the Great Will of the Abyss abandoned us?
We just want to live?
Strength. I need strength. Strength to live?
Who?
I, Annie, am willing to risk everything, whether it is my life or my soul, to seek a power that can live?
"The weak have no right to question the strong?"
"Who asked you to be so weak, weak to the point that you aren't even willing to protect you from the abyss."
"Fallen Spirits are nothing more than a bunch of food and toys?"
"Annie, go rest in peace!"
The golden scepter in the withered old man's hand lightly touched the ground and a golden radiance spread out. Like a tidal wave, it swept towards Annie's body. There seemed to be a boundless mystery evolving within it, seemingly capable of annihilating the entire world and the universe.
Boom!
At the same time, the magic notes on the ground automatically floated in the air, and strange and mysterious halos surged out. At the same time, the magic notes on the ground automatically floated in the air, and strange and mysterious halos surged out.
When the radiance on the old man's scepter surged, a loud sound immediately exploded out. The entire bar was instantly annihilated, and even the entire street was completely destroyed.
The old magic notebook was floating in front of Annie. The old man was stunned by the sudden change, but his old and murky eyes were staring at the magic notebook. His face was filled with deep shock and his figure unconsciously took a few steps back.
"The pinnacle of arcane spells …" "Seal of Truth!"
"How is this possible? It's just an ordinary magic notebook."
"Just who are you?"
The skinny elder was on guard as his eyes were filled with a deathly stillness. A fatal sense of danger filled the depths of his soul. Could it be that he wasn't dead yet?
Impossible, impossible, they were all dead, there was no way they could still be alive.
The sky was raining blood for seven days.
It was definitely impossible for him to still be alive …
But if it wasn't for him, how could the magic notebook have changed?
The truth was that the river of time had fallen, and it was impossible for him to return.
"Your Majesty, is that you?"
Annie stares at her surroundings, unsure of whether it is due to excitement or fear. Even her voice is trembling.
Your Majesty, His Majesty must have returned.
Other than him, no one else had been able to make a move on the ninth town, and no one could ignore the rules.
So His Majesty had already expected this?
"Old mister, we meet again. I'm sorry to disappoint you!"
A calm voice rang out from behind the skinny old man. A young man dressed in green appeared, holding a cup of Abyssal Intoxication in his left hand and a fan in his right. Who else could it be other than Old Devil Huang?
It was only a coordinate direction. Being able to find the coordinates of the number nine town was indeed a terrifying matter for teleportation. But if it was the exact coordinates, then in the vast void where they were going to find number nine town, how could they get rid of it.
However, she had just returned from a long journey in time and she saw the old man trying to kill Annie. Was it really an accident?
"You …"
The skinny old man's figure seemed stiff and unable to move at all. He didn't even have the strength to look behind him. There was only the uneasiness and fear that came from the depths of his soul.
He would never forget this voice for the rest of his life. In the past, he only felt that it was filled with elegance and gentleness, but now, it was the voice of urging from hell …
He wasn't dead yet, and he had escaped from the clutches of an expert...
— — The content is from [Mick Read]