Demon Lord Priest II

Perhaps because he had already met once, Ulysses did not seem unnatural to such a strange scenery, but looked forward to the next meeting even more.

In the mist at dusk, what he saw was a vague figure resembling Sha Ji. Due to the obstruction of the fog, he did not see the figure clearly, which was his biggest regret.

But at this moment, he finally had a chance to know what it was that had been watching him today. It was precisely because he wanted to know the reason for the fear and anxiety in his heart that he chose to go to this late-night date at twelve o'clock by himself without the knowledge of Noah.

A deeper blood color began to spread, turning the ancient roof into a blood-stained world, as if time had reversed, returning to the moment before those girls with different noble backgrounds greeted their death.

Then, Ulysses heard voices, not nursery rhymes heard at dusk, but some very uncomfortable sounds.

It was as if someone was scraping something on the wall with their fingernails, and there was a slight trembling sound. And in the blood color that spreads infinitely, there are traces of black that begin to appear, which is a bit inconsistent with the surrounding blood color.

These black filaments fluttered in the blood mist, slowly expanded, and then twisted like a soft-bodied Toxoplasma gondii, slowly forming some black writing.

"You came."

"Yes." Ulysses looked at the black writing calmly, but always felt a little strange. Because the writing was completely different from what he saw at dusk.

The handwriting left on the ground at dusk is very light, and it looks like it was written by a well-educated person. But the handwriting in front of them is like a bunch of black bugs put together.

Creep! Creep! Creep! The worm-like writing began to distort, and then formed into new writing.

"Everything is coming to an end."

"You're going to see what you want, at the cost of your life."

After writing this line of words, all the black thin lines suddenly exploded, turning into countless tiny debris floating in the air, and then being swallowed up by countless red mists.

"Ahahahahahaha!" This is the last handwriting left by the black thin line before it smashes itself, full of malicious curses and madness.

"It's not you." Ulysses looked at the thin black line that fell apart. It wasn't what he was looking for, nor what he wanted to see.

These black silks are full of evil power, but they have no effect on him, and even if they are directly and eventually evolved into his body, they must be completely absorbed by his dark physique.

In this world, there is no dark curse that can harm the Demon King, even the Dark Holy Grail, which is known as the evil of all the world, does not bring any pollution to Ulysses.

After swallowing all the residual power of the black silk, the crimson mist suddenly calmed down. But Ulysses could feel that under this seemingly calm surface, some kind of change was taking place.

Then Ulysses heard a voice, the only sound in this silent, blood-colored world other than his breathing and heartbeat.

It was a slight "ta! ta!" sound, like the sound of some liquid dripping slowly on the ground.

Ulysses peered into the deepest depths of the blood-colored mist, where changes he didn't know were taking place. Unlike the black silk that felt full of malice just now, the change this time was the source of his heartbeat.

"Tah! Tah!" The sound of dripping liquid continued in some slow but rhythmic fashion. There seems to be only this sound left in the whole world, which makes people's blood flow faster involuntarily.

If Noah was here, he would definitely take Ulysses out of this dangerous place desperately. But for Ulysses, this was his only chance to find the truth, so he stared intently at the depths of the blood-colored mist, waiting for the change to end.

In places where Ulysses could not see, the blood-red mist was constantly gathering together, and then liquefied into real blood and fell on the ground. This was the truth of this voice.

One drop, two drops, three drops, with the accumulation of time, the blood on the ground became more and more, but it did not spread out according to the laws of nature, but gathered together under some unknown force, forming a A round pattern.

As the blood dripping from the mist increased, the circular pattern became clearer. This is a round mirror with some strange symbols floating on the surface of the mirror.

Initially, the symbols were a little vague, but when the dripping blood reached a certain critical point. These symbols are suddenly intertwined in a very complex form. If there are researchers who are proficient in ancient demons, they will be amazed at the complexity of these runes.

Among them, there are the dragon language symbols of the dragon family, the sacrificial totems of the southern tribal areas, and even the inscriptions of the western pyramids. The runes of different eras, different regions, and different races are perfectly mixed at this moment, finally forming a vague shadow.

This shadow was exactly the one that Ulysses had seen at dusk like Shaji. But Ulysses obviously didn't see it. What he saw at that time was just an unfinished product, because this shadow didn't have his own face at all, and the place that originally belonged to the face was all hazy fog.

But ~www.readwn.com~ has only one exception, and that is the eyes. This unfinished figure has a pair of very special eyes. And as the blood drop fell, the rest of the shadow's body also became clear.

The blood-red mist began to separate automatically, and a road to the center appeared in front of Ulysses.

Then, he finally saw the figure that made him feel terrified and nervous. At first glance, he understood why he was so afraid that he was looking for her madly.

The figure there has a pair of soft and clear eyes, absolutely can not be described as scary, not even with any malice. In fact, she never cast a malicious look at Ulysses.

What made Ulysses feel terrified, uneasy, and frantically looking for, was the gaze staring at him; from a very young age, he had been chasing his figure in the corner with envy and inferiority.

That gaze was the tenderness staring at him, the most fragile treasure in the world, something he had lost and never returned.

"Sister." Ulysses put his hand on his chest, confirming that his heart was still beating.