Evening Bell Church.

Chapter 550 The Old King
"The matter seems to be finished, and I should go back." Su Ge, who was lying on the bed, said suddenly.

Xue Lier said with a lot of meaning: "Are you going to fool those sorceresses again?"

Su Ge stared: "Could preaching among believers be called deception!?"

Shirley curled her lips in disdain and said, "Shameless."

Boo!
Su Ge hugged Shirley's face and kissed her hard: "I'll be there soon."

After speaking, he lay down beside her and fell into a deep sleep.

Shirley pursed her lips, supported her body with her arms, and looked sideways at the sleeping Su Ge, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "If this continues, this human will will continue to be condensed and strengthened. When the time is right, It's time to unravel the secret that even I don't know."

Meanwhile, the Land of Night.

A land of night shrouded in the shadow of the abyss, in the dusk of evening all year round.

Because of the dark environment, it has nourished countless evils, and it has also become the focus of all cults.

Over the years, countless battles have taken place here, and countless people have died.

The lord's position is constantly changing, and even the shops in the streets are constantly being renovated, but there are two areas that are eternal pure lands.

One is the Hearst family fortress in the blood mist mountain peak.

The other place is the old king's homeland on the north side of the land of darkness.

It's always so quiet here, it can even be said to be dead.

The deserted land, the ruined palaces, and the knights in armor standing there like statues all symbolize the long years and strangeness here.

This is a gray and dilapidated world. It seems that all outsiders standing here will lose their color and be quickly assimilated by the gray that has accumulated for countless years.

Or become the pale corpse on the ground, or become the dust among the broken walls.

However, there is no absolute existence in the world. Some people are destined to be extraordinary, and they are destined not to be assimilated by any existence.

Today, the eternally gloomy wasteland of the old king welcomes an outsider.

It was a beautiful, kind, saint-like woman.

She was wearing a pure white robe, with beautiful feet that countless men coveted, and she walked barefoot in this world woven by time and darkness.

At this time, the white of her clothes and the black of her hair are so conspicuous, extra dazzling in this gloomy world, like a ray of light in the endless darkness.

A walking saint should have a calm face and an elegant self.

However, the saint had a special ruddy complexion.This rosiness didn't make her feel any blasphemy, it just destroyed a certain inhuman taste on her body.Pulling an existence that is about to break away from human beings back into the definition of human beings.

Ada was a little annoyed in her heart, because she was a little tired after crossing half the world to come here, but when she was about to meditate, the comfort and friction that disturbed her came from there again.

This made her already tired spirit even more messy.

Fortunately, her spirit was already inhuman, and she finally calmed down at this moment, stepping into this forbidden land of the living.

The pale and tender fingers touched the remaining warmth left after touching the lips on the face, and Ada rarely showed a soft human smile at the corner of her mouth, as if thinking of the person she missed the most in her heart.

While meditating, there was an ear-piercing sound of crackling.

In the ruins of a house, a statue that had stood for an unknown amount of time became a living person.

The thick dust on the body fell down like armor, revealing the gray armor below which was full of dents from swords.

"My king's palace is not far away to welcome any outsiders." Wearing an oval helmet, the warrior couldn't see clearly. He seemed to have been silent for a long time, and his voice was hoarse and harsh, as if a stone mill was grinding bones.

Ada raised her head, and the longing and tenderness on her face receded instantly.That inhuman appearance appeared on that perfect and holy face.

"You are not qualified yet, call your master to come out." Ada's tone was calm and calm, but it gave off a kind of inhuman indifference. Although it sounds good, it makes people shudder, like a robot without any emotions.

The soldier was silent for a while after listening, as if he was operating the brain circuits that hadn't been used for a long time more freely.

After a few seconds, the soldier replied: "My king is sleeping and will not see anyone. Now leave quickly."

"I know very well whether she slept or not. Let me tell you one last time, get out of the way." Ada replied indifferently.

clack clack...

The scabbard that had been filled with rust and dust made a screeching sound, and the soldier had already drawn out his broadsword at this moment, looking at Ada with cold eyes.

"It's really a group of loyal fighters. It reminds me of the knights under that little guy." Ada saw the resolute appearance of the fighters, and a smile flashed across his face.

The smile was only fleeting, and at the same time she had raised her hand.

The sage always has no heart, but takes the hearts of the people as his heart.

If the people are heartless and ruthless, the sage will naturally be heartless and ruthless.

The moment Ada raised his hand, the warrior suddenly raised his broad sword to protect him as if he was facing an enemy, and countless terrifying heat burst out from his whole body.

However, in the next second, an invisible force had completely wrapped around his body.

The opened fingers gradually tightened, and the indescribable existence quickly crushed the warrior.

At the critical moment...

In the depths of the palace, a dark light suddenly came to Ada.

Ada didn't move, as if she didn't see the light.

boom!
There was an impact sound, and the black light didn't hit Ada, but the warrior's body.

Ada's invisible big hand pinching him was directly interrupted.

The fighters who regained their freedom didn't speak, and stood there quietly, motionless.

"Come in, I've been waiting for you for a while." The cold mature female voice came from nowhere.

That kind of tone, that kind of artistic conception, is like a lone king aloof.

After hearing this, Ada started to walk towards the depths of the ruins.

The warrior looked at Ada's back, returned to his original position after being silent for a while, sheathed his sword, closed his eyes and remained still, turning into a statue again.

Through the ruins full of bricks and tiles, Ada finally came to a huge palace that was mostly destroyed.

The palace is full of statue-like warriors.

The huge hall is full of dust, as well as collapsed pillars and fallen bricks and tiles.

At the end of the hall, there is a high throne.

The throne, made of some kind of jet-black stone, has remained as clean as new after ages.

On the throne, there is a king with a somewhat delicate figure.

She wears jet-black, scaly armor.The scale skirt on the lower body covered her legs.

The armor on the upper body is exquisite and close-fitting, with dragon-like patterns tattooed on it.

The fair face is delicate and beautiful, with a dark eye mask on the face.

Silver hair is coiled on the top of the head, with a dark golden crown on it.

There are four towering dragon horns on the crown, and each dragon horn is dotted with gemstones like stars.

The crown has obviously undergone special treatment. Even after countless years, it is still bright and shining, like the stars in the sky, like a gem that never fades, luxurious and noble.

Who would have thought that the rumored old king who ruled countless terrifying undead knights was actually such a small woman with a delicate face?
　Good night everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)