Alien world

Chapter 1499 Chapter 133. The Old Shell
Speaking of the smell of sulfur, many people are unfamiliar with it. But speaking of the smell of rotten eggs, even more people are unfamiliar with it.

The common people are not rich enough to let their eggs rot.

Annan took a deep breath, feeling somewhat nostalgic. But the shadow that appeared was still Belludona's uncle.

"Beludona hasn't come back yet?"

"Not so fast. Even a small-scale conflict would last for decades."

"You didn't let her come back?"

The devil uncle said with a stern face, just like a human: "Devils always keep their promises, and they will do what they promised!"

Annan didn't have time to care how many lies there were in a sentence. Uncle Devil said that, which meant that Belludona wouldn't be back in the short term...

"You can tell me if you have anything."

"uncle……"

"My name is Pablo."

"Okay, Uncle Pablo, what do you know about the Demon Lord?"

The devil uncle was silent for a moment: "The Demon Lord is our mortal enemy."

Annan recounted the story of how he was captured by the Demon Lord and taken into his dream.

"The demons covet the main plane, and they don't have the talent of our race, so they can only use this little trick to influence you. Don't worry."

"But the problem is, it's got me."

Annan added the details of how he was harassed by the Demon Lord.

"What did you do to the Demon Lord?"

"That's the Demon Lord, what can I do to him!" Annan subconsciously argued.

"I mean what did you do to attract it?"

"Oh... nothing much, I just showed it some magic images I took..."

The devil uncle stared at Annan with his horizontal pupils until he dodged uncomfortably and then spoke: "Demons are like this, they are born with insatiable desires, and they can do anything as long as it's fun.

"So how do I get rid of the Demon Archduke?"

"You can't get rid of it. It has already set its sights on you. Unless it dies, since you eliminate those with the devil's blood, new minions will come looking for you."

"but……"

"But what?"

"Dealing with the demon's minions can delay you for a while. How long depends on how much interest it has in you."

"Uh……"

Thinking back to his provocation in the nightmare, the Demon Lord might, possibly, probably, be very "interested".

Annan: No problem... No, there's one last question.

"Does the Demon Lord have gender?"

……

After the summoning contact, the first thing Annan did was to ask the Bert brothers for a backup of all the magical images they had taken so far.

Only then did Annan realize that they had remade sixteen magical films, an average of one every two or three months.

These plus "The Singer of the Nation" are almost enough to deal with the Demon Lord, provided that he is not provoked this time.

Annan was not particularly worried, as the Demon Lord had already demonstrated through his actions that his influence on the main plane was limited.

And in a few years, the Otherworld Tree will cover the entire Liberty City. By then, you will be fine as long as you don't go out.

Compared to the Demon Lord who is far away in the sky, the elves who are not that far away are more worrying.

Liberty City returned to its former tranquility. At night, Annan came to the Other World Tree to rest.

Then I had another dream.

Hazy and unreal, as if a vague call is coming through water and gauze.

"Great...please..."

Everything around was shrouded in a thick fog that was impossible to see through.

"What did you say?" Annan responded while half asleep.

As if receiving a response, the voice sounded again, as if looking for something.

"Great...ah...let's..." Annan began to think, but when he tried to understand and hear the call, the void composed of endless fog began to vibrate.

"Who are you and where are you?"

The foggy world seemed unable to bear Annan's voice and increasingly clear consciousness, and it collapsed with violent tremors.

At the last moment of being kicked out, Annan caught a clear word:

"Darian..."

Annan woke up from under the tree, and the moon was still hanging on the treetops.

The tree from another world swayed gently, lowering its branches to brush Annan's cheek.

Annan touched the leaves and recalled the strange dream...

Is this the work of the Demon Lord again?
But it's a little bit different.

Darian...

There is nothing special about this word. I don't even know whether it is a person's name or a place's name.

Annan seldom dreams. He remembered what Mr. Victor had told him: for a highly gifted warlock, dreams are a revelation from the unknown.

So there's a guy named Darian praying to me?
Annan didn't think it was a coincidence as he had just been baptized during the day.

Annan stood up, greeted the princess who was sitting on the bench looking at him, and prepared to go to the embassy under the cover of night.

After taking a few steps, Annan suddenly froze there, with disbelief in his eyes, watching the princess begin to retreat.

The princess' head followed Annan's figure.

"You...you can see me?"

Annan walked towards the princess quickly, as if afraid of scaring her, so he slowed down his pace, stared at the princess without blinking, and approached her.

The silver moonlight shone down, and the pair of eyes, half empty and the other half also empty, looked at Annan blankly. But Annan caught a faint but real light in the depths.

"do you remember me?"

The princess lowered her head and returned to her former emptiness.

Just when Annan thought that everything was an illusion, he saw the princess's gaze fall on the finger on her leg - on which was a ring symbolizing the Lord of Strange City.

It was not an illusion, the princess responded to things in the outside world!
Putting the strange dream behind him, Annan eagerly pulled the princess to find the Skeleton King.

Skeleton King is also an eyewitness of Strange City, and has a deep understanding of Strange City and its strangeness and what happened there.

Fortunately, the competition just ended two days ago and most people are still in Liberty City.

Upon hearing the news that the princess had woken up, the Skeleton King's soul fire became even hotter.

The thick joints rose up and poked the princess' forehead.

Seemingly a little frightened, the princess retreated behind Annan.

"Look!" Annan said in surprise.

"See, tell her not to move."

"Oh."

Annan pulled the princess out and comforted her softly.

The moment the Skeleton King's fingers touched the princess's forehead, a gray rune array flowed and flickered along with the soul fire in his eye sockets.

"What has the princess been exposed to recently?"

"Except for the temple fragments and the competition, she hasn't been anywhere else." Annan replied quickly.

"Then I'm afraid the fragments are taking effect..."

"Are the temple fragments so magical?"

"That's the country the gods built for themselves. They care about the temple as much as you care about Liberty City." The Skeleton King hinted at something, but Annan didn't notice.

"But why is there only a little reaction? Shouldn't the princess regain consciousness after her soul returns?"

"I find it strange, too. Her body is empty, without any trace of a soul."

"how so……"

Annan thought of something and pursed his lips: "Could it be that a new soul is born from the old body?"

(End of this chapter)