Ark, they don't revolve around you

——The Archangel finally opened his eyes hazily.

In the blink of an eye, I saw a rising fire. Next to the fire, there were two people with their eyes closed, pulling the bow together, making the cello play an elegant piece of music.

Identical movements, 100% tacit understanding, even the expressions are almost the same.

But when he saw the two people's faces clearly, the Archangel screamed.

Because of fright.

She knew very well that the person who had made her like that was the woman in front of her, Arturo Giallo.

She also remembered why she felt Arturo looked familiar. Wasn't this the wanted criminal hanging in the notary office?

It was incredible that I had talked so much with a wanted criminal!

What made the angel feel even more terrified was that there was someone next to Arturo.

Eyes as black as the night sky gently opened, a gentle smile spread across the corners of his mouth, and the words that came out were even more shocking:

"The operation was successful, you are already a boy!"

The Archangel was startled: "You, you... why are you..."

She turned her head suddenly and found herself in a wilderness: "Where is this? Shouldn't I be in Volsini?"

How could she have left Syracuse and come to a wilderness in the blink of an eye?

"About this." Zhuang Ning pointed at Arturo with compassion, "This is all the fault of this witch! She instilled ugly voices in you and completely distorted your will!"

"I am an accomplice, and you are the leader." Arturo glared at him, then turned to face the Archangel gently: "You can understand that the three-day performance has caused damage to your spirit. This damage is theoretically irreversible, and in practice it will take a long time to heal."

"But Arturo is the only one in the world who can save you." Zhuang Ning added innocently, "And I'm leaving Syracuse, so I have to take Arturo with me. I can't just leave you there, right? I can only bring you here with me."

He handed over the leave note approved by the emperor: "For the sake of love and peace, I have to trouble you first."

The Angel's brain was still frozen, staring blankly: "Can't you let me go back?"

"I've told you, you can't. Without us, you'll be like a sick person unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. You'll eventually become a lunatic and be executed by your companions." Zhuang Ning smiled.

The Archangel was stunned, feeling sad after the absurdity, but his halo suddenly became a little brighter.

The aura of Sakota is given substance at the first moment of opening.

The halo can only sense the same kind as the Sakota. This kind of empathy is not mind reading, but the effect is no less. Sakota can feel the joy, sadness, and malice of its own kind...

But now, the Archangel can feel Zhuang Ning's emotions.

An indifferent, cold attitude.

Although he was laughing and seemed considerate and kind when he spoke just now, when facing some bad guys, Zhuang Ning would also behave arrogantly and domineeringly, and was more unbearable to look at than the average bad guy.

but.

However, what Angelus felt at this moment was only indifference!

There is no good or bad, or right or wrong. Reason replaces everything coldly.

After she was silent for a few minutes, Zhuang Ning's smile became more meaningful: "Did you feel something from me?"

"no!"

"Yes, this spell must have given you some extraordinary abilities while causing you irreversible pain."

Zhuang Ning thought for a moment, "So in your eyes, my feelings should be real."

Being seen through, Archangel felt a chill run down his spine and didn't want to stay even for a second longer.

But she can't leave. Just like Zhuang Ning said, if she doesn't stay with these two people, she will always be trapped in those hallucinations!

"Is your pleasure to bully little girls?" Arturo interrupted the conversation unhappily.

"This is not bullying. I am really thinking about Archangel, Arturo." Zhuang Ning sneered, and the expression slowly disappeared from his face. "Even though I have never believed in such a thing as fate, luck is on my side."

His hand gently brushed across the head of the Archangel, as if he was comforting his daughter.

"You just want to use Remule to improve your own magic."

Arturo spoke the truth coldly, his whole body twitching as if he had been electrocuted and he almost fell to his knees.

"Do you think I'm too nice to you, Arturo?" Zhuang Ning's eyes turned cold. "Don't interrupt me when I say something. It's not good for us."

"Don't interrupt? You want me to listen to you all the time? No, I might as well die if I'm suppressed." Arturo endured the severe pain like an electric shock.

Zhuang Ning ignored her and showed the Angel what he had in his hand, a small instrument whose use he didn't understand: "It's used to restrain prisoners. Don't worry, it won't work on you."

Arturo twitched for a long time before slowly getting up.

Zhuang Ning smiled again: "I'm going to call you teacher, so please behave yourself from now on."

She responded coldly, but Zhuang Ning quite liked her rebellious look.

"Why is it the wilderness of Victoria? You are not going to Kazdale?" asked Arturo.

Zhuang Ning did not answer, but just sat down and glanced at the two of them.

He took the roasted meat from the rack, sprinkled spices on it, and handed one portion to each of them.

Although the Archangel, who had been hungry for several days, felt suspicious, he was powerless to resist because he thought he had entered a wolf's den.

"Wait." She took a small bite and then realized, "Where are you going?"

"Kazdel."

"Kazdel? You know I'm Zakota, right?"

"So what?" Zhuang Ning sneered, "Besides, you heard it, this is not Kazdel, this is Victoria."

One could vaguely see a broken bone in his hand.

Even if it is only this short part, it still has a breathtaking beauty.

"When the Sarkaz took over Victoria, they brought with them the bones of a beast."

"That giant beast has the ability to manipulate time, and the Sarkaz decided to use this to fight back."

"At that time, the Sarkaz who was in charge of coordinating the affairs of the behemoths was named Durek, the Red Monarch, but there was a certain name of his that made people even more fearful."

"The master of the Blood Demon Court, the Blood Demon Lord."

"He once peeled off the skin of a giant beast with his own hands, and he also killed the king he was supposed to be loyal to."

Zhuang Ning let the oil drip from the meat, unable to suppress his joy: "In the end, the new demon king executed him."

"The Blood Demon Lord was exiled to a different dimension formed by the bones of a giant beast."

The words fell.

Both Archangel and Arturo felt that there was something unusual in the void.

As if distorted by a black hole, the atmosphere of the wilderness became strange and crazy!

The bones of the giant beast that Zhuang Ning had just taken out cracked and suddenly shattered, and then a certain huge force permeated the space.

Zhuang Ning seemed not to notice at all, still leisurely eating meat: "The Blood Demon Lord is not dead yet, he has just been exiled."

"He won't die so easily. He feels that he has inherited Tikaz's blood."

"But I can't tolerate it. I must take back what he has usurped."

"The bones in my hand are the key to the place where Lord Blood Demon is exiled. I need to kill him before I return to Kazdel."

The bonfire goes out.

The Archangel watched as the wilderness disappeared, and in its place, an infinite number of stars shone as far as the eye could see.

This is definitely not a wilderness, but a world created by a giant beast that is independent of the normal void!

There were hoarse gasps and a river of blood flowing slowly. The Lord of the Sarkaz Blood Demon Court, who was no longer as elegant and graceful as before, walked towards them.

As soon as he saw Zhuang Ning, he let out a strange laugh: "You are here? The evil spirit of the Tower of Babel, one of the culprits that caused the collapse of the Sarkaz! How dare you come here?"

Zhuang Ning then stood up and stood in front of Archangel Exiah and Arturo.

He smiled as if he was facing an old friend: "Of course I have to come."

"Before returning to Kazdel, we always have to clear out the trash, right? Blood Demon."

Chapter 11 You and your race make me laugh

The Blood Demon Lord Dukare.

Looking at the many royal courts of the Sarkaz, this is a demonic existence.

That year, Tresis entered Londinium as the Duke and invited all the royal courts to join him.

He passionately announced the future of the Sarkaz, and as a result, many royal courts were persuaded.

Scavengers, shapeshifters, blood demons… If we exclude the banshees who chose an alternative path, there is no doubt that most of the royal court has arrived.

These are all old creatures with countless lifespans, holding on to the ancient glory and eager to restore Kazdel.

But the Blood Demon Lord seemed a little abstract among this group of people.

Since I moved into Victoria, there is only one word in my mind from morning to night: slaughter.

Kill kill kill kill kill.

The only thing worthy of praise is that this man is not picky when it comes to killing, no matter if they are nobles, commoners, or infected people, he does not care about their identities at all.

Afterwards, he drew blood from everyone in the town to form a magic circle.

Until he was banished to this dimension, Victoria had lost countless lives at his hands.

But to the Blood Demon Lord, this killing was insignificant.

Just as no one remembers how many slices of bread he eats, the same is true when he plays with other people's blood.

Now, this devil-like Sarkaz raised his eyes, and the madness hidden in his eyes could be vaguely seen.

In this turbulent flow of time and space, Lord Blood Demon seemed to hear the most ridiculous words in the world: "Eliminate the garbage?"

"No, you are the trash. I remember you, the doctor from Rhodes Island..." The Blood Demon Lord sneered.

"You deliberately used the skeleton of the giant beast as a link to find me."

"But by your side, there is no Demon King, no royal court, no bloodline of the gods and people, only two ridiculous Sakotas."

A huge river of blood rose up around him.

During the period of exile, the wounds from the execution by the Demon King have completely healed.

This is the blood demon's royal court, the ancient "Tikaz".

In the long past, they were Kazdel, the masters of Terra!

Inherited noble blood and inherited the most ancient witchcraft.

This uncontaminated blood has allowed him to, to some extent, cross the boundaries of life and become a monster that most mortals cannot even look up to!

Of course, the Blood Demon Lord can treat human life as nothing. In his eyes, those hateful invaders are cowardly, mean, shameless, and lowly outsiders! Those countries established by Philin, Rupert, Liberi, and Drake! ! All of them are shameful usurpations and treason! They deserve to be cut into pieces! ! !

Except for Tikaz, all bloodlines are lowly, and his arrogance comes from his power!

The red blood rose, boiled, and turned into a ferocious sharp blade.

During the days of exile, the Blood Demon Lord had only one obsession in his heart. He grinned and stared coldly.

"Tell me, fragile man, how is Kazdel now?"

"If you are willing to tell me, I will give you a peaceful death."

"I will drain your blood immediately, and your death will be unprecedentedly peaceful."

Zhuang Ning was interested in this and his shoulders trembled.

The Angel was almost suffocated and unable to speak. The overwhelming malice almost overwhelmed her body and mind.

Arturo's expression was calm, but his hand unconsciously rested on the bow, and the bow rested on the strings.

Zhuang Ning raised his hand, signaling the girls to retreat and leave the battlefield to him.

The evil spirit spoke hoarsely: "Tracys failed, but Kazdel is still here."

"Really... You hateful traitors finally stopped his plan." The Blood Demon Lord sighed softly.