Dark Shadow Shrine
Chapter 500: It's not enough!
Jumping from the Throne of Bones, he was ready for battle.
The darkness dissipated quickly.
A masked male drow sat on the basalt desk of Inthrasis, his legs dangling back and forth slightly on the floor.
The shadows that surrounded the drow's soft form grew and faded, and he loomed in the shadows. A dagger and a dagger hung from his belt, and a corner of his leather armor loomed under his well-crafted high-necked cloak.
Long white hair that shone with red luster surrounded a thin face with clear lines and full of vengeance. There was an arrogant and evil smile on his thin lips.
"The Masked King!?" Inthrathis was so irritated by the unquenchable awe in his voice that he didn't even dare to say his name.
right! The Masked King - the conspiracy **** of the drow, the weaker power, and the only son of Rose, Velen.
Immediately aware of the trouble, Inzrahis's heart beat faster and faster, like a bellows that a dwarf craftsman hurriedly pulls as he presses the grain stove.
It is meaningless to force calm, such a rapid heartbeat cannot be concealed from the perception of a true god.
He noticed that the drow god's left hand had been severed at the wrist, and there was no blood, only countless tiny spiders squirming in the wound, causing Velen to continue to cause great pain.
I heard the story a few days ago by Inslahis, Velen sold his teammates and made Rose's most trusted descendant, Sylventam's kingdom of God, destroyed by Tempus and reduced to a saint. Obviously, this is the punishment given to Velen by the spider **** queen.
Looking at the spiders on his wrists that were transformed by Rose's divine power, Velen said with great disgust: "It's miserable, isn't it? I ran all the way here. But I found that I still couldn't get rid of the shadow of the spiders."
Inslahis did not dare to answer, angering a furious god, which would not do him any good for such a small sanctuary elementary demon. Although countless possibilities slid through his mind. But he didn't dare to ask for evidence.
"I need your services, Yogoros," Velen said unquestioningly.
Inzrahis's body stiffened.
Not helping. Not a request, but a service.
The superiors demand the services of the inferiors in a condescending and natural manner!
To say it nicely is a service, to say it badly is an obligation.
It was worse than he feared. He stuck out his long forked tongue and licked his lips, trying to find a suitable vague response.
Darkness engulfed Velen, and at the next heartbeat, the saint was already standing behind Inzrasis, his fiery breath spit on the left ear above the Yogoros Demon.
"Do you want to deal with me casually? Or do you want to reject me?" Velen asked softly, his gentle words full of threats. There was also a hint of murderous intent.
"I can't refuse you, the masked king." Inslahis replied, mercenaries are always habitually rejecting deals that are too easy to lose their heads. If it was a deal that could be rejected casually, he would have done so long ago.
Although Yugoros demons are mercenaries, they have their own bottom line even for regular customers. Inthraxis did not want to be involved in any conflict between the two gods, Velen and his mother.
But does he have a choice?
The next moment, Velen no longer stayed behind him, but sat across the space on the throne of Inzrasis. Near the deity, the bones and blood that made up the throne seemed to tremble. They began to shrink automatically, making the entire throne seem smaller.
Inthrasis wanted to know what kind of terrifying image Velen was in the perception of his corpses. It is certain that it is not the male drow he looks like now.
Sit on the throne of Inzrasis. Velen put his right hand to his right ear and made a listening posture. Velen raised his head, his eyes became cold, "Did you hear that voice?"
Outside, the howling wind was up and down, up and down, bringing the message of Rose's chosen winner.
Inzrahis nodded: "Hear, venerable Masked King. It's 'thae, yes, it's..."
"Enough!" Velen slapped Inzrahis's throne with one hand.
The entire Throne of Bones. Even the entire Corpse Palace trembled because of Velen's shot.
Inslahis almost shrank his head into his chest in fright.
"Once is enough! I don't want to hear that damned name a second time!" Velen's sullen voice made Inzrahis completely afraid to speak: "The meaning of this word is that among the damned elected One. It's the last piece of the puzzle in that Spider Woman's ascension game."
Without warning, Velen's figure stood behind Inzrasis again.
"Do you know what I want you to do?"
"It's really not clear. Lord Velen..." Although he already knew about Velen's thoughts. Unfortunately, because he hated that answer too much, Inslahis decided to play stupid.
In the next instant, he paid the price for his stupidity and inner resistance.
One of his arms suddenly detached from his body and soared into the sky. The stench of black blood sprayed all over the floor. Although the corpses that formed the floor were greedy and tried to absorb the blood of their masters, they dared not do so...
Velen's intact right hand suddenly changed into an illusory state, stretched into Inzrahis' back, and grabbed one of the three hearts of this powerful demon with one hand.
"Pfft—" Inzrahis's heart was crushed by Velen, like a rotten tomato.
Inslahis staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Wrong answer!" Velen's voice sounded coldly.
"To sabotage Rose's conspiracy, right?" Inslathes yelled, as he felt Velen's cold palm grip his second heart across space.
In the blink of an eye, Velen was already standing in front of him, his teeth rattling, his already mean face contorted with anger.
"What is a sabotage conspiracy? If I can destroy one, my mother can weave a thousand new ones! What do I want?! I want my mother to die! Really die! Fall! Soul destruction! Ashes! There's nothing left. Even if her body was made into a corpse, I would be disgusted! Even if there was a spider left in the world, I would vomit!"
Velen waved his hands, including the mutilated wrist, in front of Inzrahis in a straddle motion: "I'm going to dig Sylventam's flattering brain out of his filthy head, okay? Let me make his empty skull into a urinal! I'm going to turn my sister Eilistraee into a **** to serve the filthiest demons in the Abyss! Yes! By the way, that **** Chiavin Sari Burn me!"
Inslahis shrank nervously. While feeling the wrath of this god, he reduced his size a little bit, making him less obtrusive.
Don't even dare to put a fart. Inslahis bowed his head like a grandson, and stood stiffly holding his breath. His eyes were full of timidity.
"Whoohoo--" Velen breathed heavily, apparently trying to calm himself down, and then gave Inzrathis a hypocritical smile.
"Of course, you need to prioritize things. The most important thing comes first, Yogoros Moensrasis." Velen raised his hand slightly, a little bit of Insrasis's forehead, a sharp stinging pain ran through Ince Rasis' brain.
With the tearing pain, images of four drow women appeared in his mind. Their names correspond to each of the visions: Kundna Henette, Haresh Moran, Yasrina Dill, and Danifee Yantir.
It was a very painful process, because the four images were branded directly onto Inzrasis' soul by Velen's divine power.
Velen said: "These four **** have interesting origins and represent different forces. Maybe some of them want to be chosen as the spider whore, and some are trying to kill her."
"Then..." Originally, Inslahis wanted to say, wouldn't it be better for someone to help you?
"No—I hate surprises! I hate probability! Who knows if a spider **** is expecting a double betrayal **** to be her choice?" Velen's roar shook the castle again. , he said with half-squinted small eyes: "Kill all four candidates. I repeat, I hate accidents."
"I understand!" Inslahis lowered his head like the most honest minister.
"Very good! Very good...you will get the most precious thing in the world...that is my gratitude." After saying that, Velen grinned, his whole body turned into a shadow and disappeared.
a long time. Still holding his breath, Inzrahis stood stiffly, as if afraid of Velen turning back.
How long has it been? One minute? Still five minutes.
I found myself finally stepping back from a mere line of death. Inslahis finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Then, he suddenly discovered that there was another existence sitting on his throne.
An extremely handsome, six-fingered demon soul incarnation.
Inslahis has the heart to commit suicide, what day is today, two powerful beings in a row come to the door for no reason.
He knelt down trembling, as if the one who came was the real owner of the throne.
"Don't hurt me, I'll listen to you... the great Lord of Darkness." The big devil said with a squirming mouth.
"Hurt you? Why hurt you? I don't need to make those low-level threats like the unweaned child. Just because I am Grazt. That's enough." On the throne, Grazt smiled. The handsome face has a charming smile that is recognized across races.
right! Just 'I am Grazt' is enough!
How arrogant this is!
What a confidence this is!
His fame is proof! His name is power!
Compared to Velen's kind of guy who can be intimidated by his mother's protection. Or this kind of demon lord who was shot with real swords is even more terrifying!
Inslahis's body was like being fished out of the Styx ~lightnovelpub.net~ and was soaked all over.
"I will reject him."
"Refuse? Why refuse? Do you think I would like to help that female spider achieve powerful divine power? I just think your power is not enough. I am willing to provide some powerful mercenaries to help you for free."
Grazt left, leaving behind a list.
Unfortunately, Inslahis's fright was not over yet.
Because when he turned around, he found that there was another existence standing behind him.
It was the incarnation of Raven Cloudfield, the **** of death and shadow.
"Don't worry, I'll take a look!"
Raven took the piece of paper in the hands of the big demon standing on the ground, glanced at it, and smiled: "It's not enough, I think you need this." After that, he added something to Inzrasis. ...(To be continued.)() "Shadow God Throne" only represents the opinion of the author Yu Yunfei. If you find any content that violates national laws, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform. . 【】,thank you all!