A different world

Fallen Palace

The Fallen Pig curled up lazily on its huge and wide throne. It was very silent because it once violated the laws of space and forced to break through the space barrier, which led to a huge storm that almost swept across the entire other world. After it immediately returned to the other world, it gradually calmed down.

The Fallen Pig's excitement did not calm down at all. Although it appeared in the "Material Realm" for less than five seconds, it had obtained a large amount of, enough information.

"'God of Death' Sanaster...'God of Dragon' Grera Nicholas..." The fallen pig murmured, and then, its deep and distant eyes lit up a golden firework: "...The great magician Moye. The Lord..."

The Fallen Pig thought, slowly showing a hint of helplessness: "I didn't expect that the battle between Sanatus and Nicholas would consume such a huge amount of magic power? The God of Death and the God of Dragon should not be underestimated. It seems that it would be impossible not to enter the dormant period early..."

"But..." The golden fireworks in the eyes of the fallen pig became brighter: "The director who deserves to die, you extend your claws to the god of death and the dragon god. I won't care, but you shouldn't, you shouldn't, your dirty and dirty claws extend to my fallen family in another world, despising my beloved Concubine Light. It is undeniable that you are very powerful. Even gods of the level of "Death" and "Dragon God" may not be in your eyes, but don't forget that I am the monarch in charge of the power of the illusion beasts in another world - the "Fallen King". When I wake up from the dormant period, you will be you - the great magician Moye. When the Lord fell into hell, the spell you made to the "God of the Heart" is really interesting..."

A sarcastic smile appeared on the Fallen Sky Pig's expression. Its huge eyes that were flashing with golden flames became more and more lit up. A huge six-pointed magic array burning with golden flames appeared from the ground. Various golden magic symbol elves were flying happily, and sacred magic poems were singing. From these flying and lingering golden magic symbol elves, the invisible void, because the magic array gathered huge magic power, and rippled ripples slightly. In the magic waves, a space-time mirror quietly floated from the magic array...

The world in the mirror of time and space is quietly falling with wind and snow. In the wind and snow, the great magician stood quietly at the top of the bell tower. His expression was so cold and so strict. Even the temperature in the fallen palace seemed to have suddenly dropped several degrees. The more gloomy and cold magic prayer crossed time and space, and was recalled to the present and quietly echoed:

"The mother of creatures of all things, the god of the elves who have given life, please listen to the pious prayers of your faithful believers, convey the call of your loyal servants to all the earth elves, so that all creatures who have mastered the "spiritual magic" system can listen to the spell of your most faithful believers at the same time - I, the great magician Moye, here I make a spell to the god of the elves who have given life, the cunning, treacherous, despicable and shameless witch Merlin, from now on, you will become

I, Moye, will be the target I will conquer for the rest of my life, no matter where you hide? Even if you sell your soul to the devil and hide in the deep corners of the ground, Moye also vows to sweep away all the tribes that protect you, find you out and impose the "forbidden spirit fire", and be imprisoned in my Moye's "cursive world". The soul will suffer the pain of extinction and the pain of soul devouring, and will never rest in peace forever to repay my life's hard work and the curse of your damnation!"

"Hahahaha..." Amid the violent laughter of the Fallen Sky Pig, the magic circle quietly disappeared, but the information captured by the time and space mirrors have clearly engraved a mark in the heart of the Fallen Sky Pig in this other world space.

"Spellmaster Meilin..." The voice of the fallen pig echoed quietly in the palace, and his lazy expression also showed a strange expression: "It turns out that there are so many secrets to discover, it's really interesting..."

"I said, dear Grint." The Fallen Heavenly Pig frowned slightly, and there was no one else except it. However, with the Fallen Heavenly Pig's voice, a hill quietly melted into the flat ground, and the huge body of the wild hedgehog beast Grint appeared: "Do you have to test my patience every time?"

"A great king with wise and wise eyesight." Grint looked flattering and begging for mercy: "No matter how far Grint's hidden art evolved, you can't escape your super and keen insight. You are so wise and so powerful."

"Stop talking nonsense." The fallen pig impatiently: "I will soon enter the dormant period, but before that..."

Speaking of this, a strange look appeared on the face of the fallen pig again: "Go and bring me that human beauty right away."

"Human beauty?" Grint's face repeated softly, and a strange expression appeared on his face: "Respect the kind king, are you talking about the female ant we threw in the "Borderless Kingdom" and from the "Zuan Realm"?"

"Dear Grint, if you still want the curse on you, you'd better change the name of that beauty from now on. Maybe... maybe... if... she's still alive, you can still find her in "Borderless Kingdom."

The fallen pig finished speaking lightly and closed his eyes.

Grint looked solemn, and the dark curtain spread from its crawling ground. Grint quietly sank into the ground, and the diffuse dark curtain quickly converged and disappeared.

...

After touching the two balls of soul flames in the hole of the skeleton's undead's eyes, a wonderful feeling came from the depths of Sberg's soul. It was a kind of loneliness, a deep loneliness.

Sberg was stunned for a moment, slowly retracted his fingers, and the skeleton undead looked at him in confusion.

Now, Sberger saw confusion in the eyes of the skeleton undead, and saw the desire, and his heart felt a little more throbbing.

After a while, when the soul flame in the eyes of the skeleton undead dissipated and the cool flames were replaced by a piece of cool flame light, the consciousness of the skeleton undead sleeps again, and it is another puppet that absolutely accepts Sberg's spiritual commands immediately.

Under the magical dark magic of the skeleton undead, Sberg's body once again invisible and turned into nothingness. The "Fengxing Technique" of Qingliu is also blessed by her...

In the thick night, the faint breeze blew slightly from the empty sky on Padri Street. The despicable people who could not see were swiftly passing through the village of the elves, silently heading towards the "Nancy Magic Workshop".

The breeze in the middle of the night brought coolness, but the thief's heart was filled with heat. Thinking of the elf beauty who brought him extremely fear during the day, he would lie under him obediently for a while, and Sberg could not suppress his restlessness.

Looking at the familiar magic workshop in front of him, Sberg shouted excitedly: "Evil and beautiful elves, I'm here!"

"Dear husband, why are you here now? I've been waiting for a long time." A sweet voice gently moved Sberg's heart.

With the help of the skeleton undead magic, the guy who successfully penetrated the wall looked blankly at the black robe in the magic workshop and looked at his elf beauty with a clever smile.

A cold feeling couldn't help but rise from the depths of Sberg's heart.

"Uh? I'm sorry, I seem to have gone to the wrong place?"

Because of the sudden coldness of his heart, Sberg's teeth could not help but tremble slightly. In order to conceal his inner fear, Sberg gritted his teeth, his voice blurred, and his face was filled with a hypocritical and forced smile.

"Is that true?" The beautiful face of the elf exuded a thrilling beauty and style in the dark night and the faint magic lights. However, facing such a lively and beautiful elf, Sberg had no intention of appreciating it. He just wanted to escape from a distance. At this moment, he completely forgot that a powerful "accomplice" was followed by him.

Fortunately, the elf beauty reminded him of the next words, but also shocked him.

"Dear, don't you want to subdue me tonight, so that you can let your fish? You haven't done anything yet, how can you retreat?" Lottiz's sweet voice was filled with incomparable temptation, but to Sberg, it was like a demon's murmur.

Sberg thought of the skeleton undead and became more courageous, but when he remembered the meaning of Lottiz's words, he couldn't help but ask in horror: "How did you know me..."

"How could I know what you think?" Lottiz smiled leisurely: "How do you think I will know what you think?"

"You can read mind skills? Are you a mind magician?" Sberg understood, and his heart felt relaxed, because in the heart of this magic idiot, he believed that spiritual magic was the least powerful magic. When the skeleton undead walked out of the darkness and stood quietly behind him, Sberg's courage became stronger.

"It's such a pity." Sberg's eyes swam back and forth boldly on Lottiz: "Since you know how good your mind is, you should know how powerful my assistant is. Why do you still dare to stay here and wait for me?"

Lottiz chuckled: "Dear, you are so cute. Do you think that with the power of Mokasdoroka, the necromancer, to support you, you will definitely gain the upper hand and fear nothing?"

Looking at Lottiz's confident appearance, Sberg was panicked, and his spiritual command instantly sent several attack orders to the skeleton undead, and Sberg was disappointed.

The soul flame in the hole in the eyes of the skeleton undead appeared in a confused color again.

"Ah." Lottiz, wrapped in black veil, walked towards the skeleton undead like a ball of black smoke, and the elf's bright and beautiful eyes showed a look of regret.

"Kaka, I didn't expect that hundreds of years later, we met in this situation. The excellent undead mage really became a undead, and a undead without an independent soul. It's such a huge irony!"

Lottiz gently stroked the black mage robe with golden skulls that were always bright, with a look of remembrance. She seemed to have forgotten Sberger standing beside her.

When Lottiz's warm little hand stroked the skeleton's cold and sharp cheekbones, the confusion in the eyes of the dead became even more intense, and his vigorous hair was as if he was stimulated, flying and fluttering wantonly, like a spirit snake dancing and swaying.
Chapter completed!