Witch Forest Friends Club

"Using the knowledge of your previous life to understand, the soul link between me and you is a high-speed information channel, a high-speed input and exchange of large-scale information, with an efficiency that ordinary people cannot comprehend. Using the 'realm concept' of the Stella school Explanation, and also the idealistic soul resonance, produces a more abstract and keen personal observation and cognition, which distorts part of the shape of time and space, and puts us in a surreal realm."

"Is it because of you that I crossed over to Vinland?" An Jiaye said the fact that he always wanted to confirm, with a gentle tone as if he was greeting a long-lost pen pal.

"That's right." Shadow of the Devil replied decisively and straightforwardly, as if he didn't bother to hide secrets furtively like others of his kind, or be a riddler full of evil thoughts, "The same drifter who left his hometown, but has Such a vast world is waiting for us to conquer. Anjaye, I am glad you were chosen by me."

"It's been 15 years." An Jiaye sighed with his hands on his chest, "It's been 15 years since I fused this body and took root in Wenland. Even my understanding of the time calendar has adapted to the environment of Wenland."

"It is a sudden disaster that you are far away from your hometown." The girl sincerely revealed her heart, "But having this life and rebuilding the current cognition and social relationship is not bad."

"Contractor, this is the feeling of holding power and chasing your own dreams. But to cut off the shackles imposed by fate ahead, with your current level, it is far from enough."

The shadow of the devil is like the gorgeous face melted and poured by the dark golden star sand, and there is also a strange gap of nothingness, which seems to be the curvature of the smile at the corner of her mouth.

"But I still have to praise you—you did a good job. I thought it would take at least another ten years of Vinland until you grow into an excellent witch before we can communicate like we do now."

"But after starting the pilgrimage, in just one month, the offerings are so rich, it's beyond my expectation." The girl nodded in satisfaction and announced, "I'm very generous. As a reward, I invite you to have an audience, allow you to say Ask all questions."

"Have you eaten all the demons I have worked so hard to defeat?" An Jiaye sighed while pinching a mushroom, "It's too wasteful."

"It's not wasted. I have sorted out and digested the memories you saw just now, and I can provide you with reliable clues at any time. And I have indeed grown, and every nutrient I ingest will be fed back to change the world." power."

The Shadow of the Demon puffed out her small chest with great confidence. Sitting upright on the throne, she really looked like a majestic little queen.

Anjaye couldn't help feeling funny in his heart—after all, he was a newborn devil, and he couldn't hold back after being provoked.

"What kind of demon are you?"

The girl calmed down her self-satisfied mood, and continued to press her questions.

"Want to know my power?" The devil's shadow raised the corner of his mouth, turning into a sly arc, "What kind of power do you expect from me?"

She raised her finger and pointed to the various gates scattered in the labyrinth of the flower garden. Those rusty and mottled carved iron gates, the simple and solemn carved stone gates, and the dim and decayed wooden gates seemed to be solidified and sealed with a fascinating secret.

"See the closed doors all around? Those are all branches of power under my control, and they need specific keys to open them. As long as you get the power hidden in a door, it is enough to make mortals become heroes in history."

Unknowingly, the demon raised several stone slabs that looked like key molds, proudly showing off his precious toys.

"My contract is fair."

Anjaye saw her raising her hand and pointing at him domineeringly, and felt that this little guy might need to be educated on what is polite.

"Anjiaye, your magic eyes are already evolving. Otherwise, would ordinary magic eyes grow so fast and practical?"

"As long as the contract is reached, the transaction method is determined, and the appropriate tribute is brought to me, I will allow you to open these doors."

"You haven't answered me yet, what kind of demon are you?"

Unmoved, Anjaye emphasized.

"Only by signing the contract, you are qualified to listen to my name." It seems that only on this issue, the Demon Shadow still remained arrogant and refused to give in.

Just said to answer all questions.

Anjaye curled his lips in pleasure, this origin demon, after all, is still a bit willful childish temper.

Her personality and way of thinking seems to be influenced by human nature, which is a good sign.

"As far as I know, every new origin demon bred by the origin of hell is unique. From the egg hatching to maturity, the nutrients needed for the growth of the origin demon—that is, the contract price I need to pay, converted into precious The power of the soul is probably an unimaginable astronomical figure."

"Wenlan is one of the few planes with a great source, and it is normal that it will trigger the greedy prying of countless extraterritorial demons."

"You, a newly conceived origin demon, can just travel through danger and travel with me to a world rich in nutrients. But as a civilized person who abides by the rules, I don't want to cultivate a demon king who will destroy the world."

"Isn't the moral bottom line of human beings usually very flexible?" Demon Shadow tried to pry into the girl's mind maliciously, "You just have a distrust of me, and you are afraid that the loss outweighs the gain."

"But you don't have to worry so much. Be grateful, you are the source of hell and my chosen foster. As long as you pay enough price and complete the answer to the contract, you will understand this."

"Our souls are connected, I am you and you are me—together we will achieve greatness."

"In the final analysis, the shallow thoughts of mortals need a wise demon like me to guide them."

Facing this extremely proud little guy, An Jiaye decided to go for what he liked.

"Tell me, apart from following your instinctive growth, what is the value of your existence as a demon? If you want to achieve greatness, you must also have a truly great belief."

"Okay. Contractor." The Demon Shadow shook his head and raised a small hand seemingly impatiently.

"Just like Vinland's spellcaster communicates with the great source, I also need the approval of the source of hell."

"Different from the general chaotic demons who are gluttonous and enjoy themselves, the existence of origin demons is also born on the basis of the rules given by the source of hell-every rule must have balance. Our source of power is closely related to the concept rules that continue to grow and operate- In order to ensure the logic of our own perfect existence, we will use various means to ensure the balance of this will—even in many planes, some people regard us as angels.”

"Hell is a plane as old as the universe itself. We, who were conceptualized as the power of the origin of hell, are in the reflection of human nature whether we become angels or demons. That is to say, how to use my power to become the one who destroys the world?" A tyrant, or a wise king who saves the world, it's up to you to decide."

Anjaye heard the tone of the origin demon, and it seemed that she was quite reluctant to this situation.

"Then how can I recognize that the power you provide is what I need?" Anjaye continued to retreat, "After all, I am just a mortal, and I am also afraid of being tempted by power and losing control, which in turn will destroy me. Everything you currently have—a being born as a superior being like you probably doesn’t understand how our inferior species cherish the place we stand on.”

"Let's clear the channel of your thinking that is blocked by mushrooms."

The Shadow of the Demon seemed to be angry with Anjaye's disdain for her demonic power.

"The prosperous stars of power in this universe, the overflowing galaxy formed by the convergence, is full of vast and mysterious waters—"

"In every material world, mortals are like ants and fry, struggling to survive in the river of power, or simply wasting energy swimming, but gaining nothing."

"Don't trap yourself in the depression of mortal thinking that can be easily overwhelmed. Just learn to look down and look at things like a powerful superior like me-you can create a cognitive system that integrates the two worlds of Earth and Vinland bridge, and it’s more than that, you can’t just be anchored to the base of this bridge.”

"Accept my gift—you will climb to a higher position and witness the scenery of three thousand worlds in your palm."

The devil's shadow opened its arms, as if feeling the wind blowing over the sky tower that surpassed all things.

"Even Uroboros, the little native devil, understands that it is necessary to open up channels between different forces."

"And my power will make you the king of kings! You can control and integrate all kinds of power, and the skill of using it is all in one mind."

The Demon Shadow suddenly stopped talking, as if he realized that he had slipped his mouth.

An Jiaye faintly sensed the details of the devil. She was like a salesman who only had one client, eager to use her power from the bottom of her heart, but reserved herself as a superior.

It seemed that the fate of the two was indeed tied together by that contract—and the devil could speak the language and knowledge related to the earth in his previous life, so he didn't have many secrets to keep in front of her.

"You are very arrogant." An Jiaye decided to seize the opportunity and continue to test the other party's psychological defense. "Since we are one. Then you have no right to say in front of me, starting from the status of strength, give me strength."

"I have my own path to go. Can you deny that - I can't use mushrooms to open up a world that you can't imagine?"

The Shadow of the Devil seemed to be having a bad day, clapping his hands and pretending to be sarcastic.

"Well, it is indeed the king's appearance that I like. A real king should not bow his head to any existence."

"Then go ahead, you don't know, with my help, this dream will become more magnificent."

She patted the lonely crown on the throne beside her.

"So, what's the price?"

Anjasyapa returned to the key question.

The shadow of the demon seemed to be restless on the throne like a child whose patience had been worn away.

"Do you think I need a little witch to pay a price she can't afford? As I said, we are soul-linked contractors."

"You're right." Anjaye deliberately ignored the compliment, "I am Stella's witch, and you are a demon. I cannot bear the slightest possibility of my soul becoming a slave."

"I need an opportunity to really get to know you. If we can't cultivate trust, I would rather rely on my own strength and go on the road of seeking truth."

"If you don't hatch me, you will not be able to face the next battle." Demon Shadow retorted angrily.

"The things you use to confuse are too grand." An Jiaye raised the mushroom staff in his hand and said sincerely, "I have no interest in dominating the king. My small ambition may not be able to satisfy your appetite."

"Using your words, are you alone?" The devil's shadow seemed to be forcibly suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, and the silhouette of his body was like the beautiful light flowing in the dark Venus sand, all of which were speeding up angrily, "But I am on you I saw the mind of benefiting the world."

"Aren't you willing to face your inner desire? Just like Stella becoming synonymous with the starry sky, to achieve a certain indelible symbol in the minds of Vinlan people, to realize the most benevolent and holy 'three immortals'?"

Anjaye felt more and more that this demon was a bit appetizing.

Although she is young and arrogant, she does know her character well-even knows how to use the beliefs rooted in her culture to persuade.

"I won't put my position too high." Anjaye said slowly, "Compared to overlooking the clouds and the distant land from the throne, I would rather go deep into the forest and smell the smell of the earth. The smell of mushrooms."

"I always remind myself that I am just an ordinary witch, looking for what I want to know."

"Whatever, anyway, you are destined not to be mediocre."

The Shadow of the Devil obviously has nothing to do with her lying down mentality.

"Just one thing to remind you, although the devil I ate has only a trace of soul imprint, but I can feel—"

"According to the standards among demons, the guy behind Ouroboros is in his heyday, and he can undoubtedly pose a threat to the entire Vinland."

"But he seems to have no trust in the power of this demon, and stuffed other impurities into the spirit body. This is his advantage, but it is also your chance to win."

"You have to understand the secrets in it to have a chance of defeating him."

An Jiaye nodded in response: "I am also very interested in his fusion of demon souls and the secret of 'Apocalypse'."

The devil's shadow seemed to be tired. He leaned against the wide backrest of the throne, curled up with his arms around his legs, and the outline of a little girl melted and condensed into a dark golden shining egg, as if it was pregnant with a slowly rotating nebula, tightly sticking to it. Attached to the throne - as if this were its cradle.

"There may be some clues in the mage tower you captured."

"Get it, we can find another opportunity to talk."

"Okay, dear contractor, the negotiation is over, and maintaining the audience will also require a precious price."

"Let's say goodbye today. I look forward to guiding you on the road to becoming king."

Anjaye gazed tenderly at the sleeping eggs in the cradle.

"Goodbye, my soul-bound demon."

"Next time we meet, I will give you a good name."

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Chapter 120 Seven The departed brave man, and the longing of the living, bloom like flowers in the cemetery

Send mushrooms for the funeral of the wicked, and mushrooms for the tombstone of the dead. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes: Talking about Kindness"

"Xiao An?"

The majestic "Sky Tower" spirit vision scene, just a blink of an eyelid, turned into a dream bubble of reality.

Anjaye was awakened by the friendly call, and found Elsa's shimmering face close at hand.

The fragrance overflowing from the snow-white hair instantly calmed the girl's beating heart.

Whether it's the bewitching golden cat pupil in the left eye, or the familiar black and white Rubik's cube in the right eye, they all reflect his slightly confused face.

"Sorry, I was distracted." Anjaye supported Elsa's delicate shoulders, slightly avoiding her breathing face.

"It's fine." The kitten blinked meaningfully, returned to Anjaye's side, and clung to her.

After I quit the devil's audience hall, I felt the sense of steadfastness of returning to the present world physically and mentally.

The girl looked around calmly.

Around Kenny's shadow of ashes imprinted on the ground, everyone's positions hardly changed.

During the long experience of communicating with demons—the time and space of Vinland was indeed almost stagnant.

It's a pity that the devil mentioned that he needs to pay a price, and he can't freely enter and exit the "Hall of Audience"—otherwise this would be a powerful ability.

Instructor Bode flapped his demon wings, slightly floating in the air to block in front of the girls.

The pale young man who held his sword to the funeral had finished his silent tribute to his former subordinates.

Although the culprit "Ouroboros" was gone - but the "Apocalypse" demon group entrenched in Anland Harbor was almost wiped out.

The battle that will determine the future of Shuangcheng Port can be said to be settled.

Anjaye knew that the temporary common front formed by the "brave" and the witch had come to an end.

In the next situation, the initiative is in the hands of this invincible swordsman.

"Miss Poisonous Capsicum, I will leave the rest to you."

The young man put away his sword, and the pale flames on his body gradually extinguished in the quietly blowing morning wind.

"The short adventure of the brave is over, I should go back."

The young man turned around, and with his white-haired curly back, he raised his slender right hand to bid farewell.

"We will meet again, Miss Poisonous Capsicum, and may then——you can continue to carry out the will in your heart."

"Mr. Ryan." Anjaye also took a deep breath, trying to calm down his depressed mood, and said goodbye to the figure that looked like a torch—the lonely burning in the night, "Thank you for your help. Next time we meet, I will buy you mushrooms Soup."

The group of witches maintained a heavy atmosphere, watching the young man stride down the devastated high ground of the mage tower.