winter era

Chapter 125 Holy Night

"...No, sir."

The man behind the door obviously has some means to observe the situation outside.After confirming that Kaos's palm definitely didn't look like a normal person could have, the chaotic spirit behind the gate suddenly relaxed and gave up most of his vigilance.

But it can't be said that he lost his vigilance completely, at least this person didn't open the black wooden door, but still hid behind it.It seemed that there was some great devil outside the door, hunched over and gasping for breath.The lungs are pulling like a bellows, and even through a door, the noise of wheezing and wheezing coming from the yard can be heard.

"But it's too late now, sir, everyone is asleep. Can't you come back another day?" The voice inside the door said vaguely.But the sound is obviously much smoother than when it was first contacted.This vigilance is present in every artist and their servants who live in the city.I don't know how many artists have been smashed open the door suddenly, and then sent to the stake to be burned alive in the name of burying heresy.This kind of vigilance is the wisdom left over from a century of evolution.

And the nearest royal capital is not a peaceful place.The ardent new crusaders of the church have formed a new underground order to hunt down those who tend to become heretics.The so-called people turn to those artists who have little ability to resist.After all, whether they can really kill the heretics is still a matter of opinion. There are a total of six of the biggest heretics who are the masters of the world, and the rest are not so fuel-efficient.After thinking about it, it is naturally those great artists who can get involved with heresy without any serious danger, so a hunting activity is naturally formed.

Artists who are not covered by great aristocrats are in danger in recent days, and some people even made some self-made defensive weapons to fight against those young people whose brains are confused by glory and justice.This Demogorgon is naturally also a member of this rank.Naturally, sculptors were very popular among the nobles, but it was a pity that Demogorgon insisted on doing so personally, and no one could persuade him.

So in the face of such a situation, the servant who had regained his senses subconsciously wanted to persuade the people outside to leave quickly.After all, one thing more is worse than one thing less, and it is safest to put safety as the highest priority.

But alas, the man he was dealing with was not some confused artist who was easy to dismiss.

This poor guy is facing the most arrogant terrorist in the world, and he has absolutely no shame in saying it.If it weren't for the sky veins arranged by the sky sage, this guy would have leveled the entire king's capital directly to find that node without blinking an eyelid.Facing the servant's refusal, the black-robed perpetrator naturally raised an objection.

"I don't think it's too early or late for the communication between the two artists? It's better to say that the night is the time when we can really inspire. There are so many legends brewing at night, and I don't know how many The magic power is transpiring. Those toxins emanating from the abyss of hell are just our perfect appetite. Are we just peeping into the abyss in our minds to make things that others can't? If so, what is there to be afraid of?"

So dignified that people have nothing to say about accusations.The servant behind the door couldn't even say anything about it.Because he is just a servant, and he is not yet qualified to dictate the behavior of his master.Just like what that person said, it’s really not a matter of time for the communication between the two artists, and the night is indeed the time when the inner abyss expands, and the silhouette of the world can be glimpsed more clearly.But the servant didn't want the man outside the door to come in.For some reason, he always felt uneasy.It was as if some terrible disaster would happen to the man who was brought in.

"My master hasn't slept for three days, and just fell asleep." For safety, the servant gritted his teeth and told a half lie to the people outside the door. "He is very tired now, you have to understand this kind of thing, so please go back."

"I think whether you are tired or not should not be said by a servant, but judged by him." The people outside the door seemed to be aroused, and rejected the servant's suggestion very strongly. "The time to sleep is at night? An artist? What a joke. Isn't he afraid that people from the holy night will sneak in and turn him into a big torch?"

"That..." The servant really had no way to refute this time.My mind is full of chaotic and disorderly thoughts but I don't know how to express them well.Both his soul and body told him that outsiders must not be allowed in, but his reason told him that there was no problem with outsiders.Even the arrogance and inhumanity peculiar to the artist are displayed.That kind of emotion is very difficult to imitate, and few people can use that attitude to face other people.

How to do?Should I just put him in there?But the trembling feeling that came from his heart made the servant dare not open the door.He even felt the surrounding darkness come alive, as if black tentacles stretched out and pulled him away from the door panel.Even the devil is unwilling to face the death-like man outside the door.

"I'm sorry, you should go back first." Gritting his teeth, the man decided to believe in his own soul.At least the feeling of coldness spreading from his heart is definitely not a joke. He has never encountered such a terrifying situation when he grows up.

"Really? Then I hope you don't regret it, Demogorgon's watchdog." The person outside the door snorted, and footsteps gradually came in, as if they were about to leave.But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the black wooden door was pulled open under the action of a skinny palm, and the man in black robe outside the door walked in easily as he had expected.

"Since you are the same kind, you don't need to hide it. I taught you this sentence, right?" After opening the door, the ghost-like old man Demogagan took a deep look at his own face with his dark green eyes. servant.Three consecutive days of no sleep did not seem to have caused much trouble to the old man, and there was also a feeling of getting more and more energetic, and his face was full of energy.People have to subconsciously consider whether the rumors between the artist and the devil are true.

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