From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

Sakura, on a small island on the edge.

As Aoba kept chanting, some cracks appeared on the scarlet mask in front of him.

Aoba was helping Tara to remove the seal, which might be difficult for a rising star like Tara to solve.

But there are many records in the ancient books left by Ximu, especially the demon Ximu likes to tempt the gods to fall into evil.

So there are a lot of books about gods.

Aoba learned all the magic above, and he can see the methods of the Earth Mother God.

As the magic materials disappeared one by one, Aoba's eyes flashed with obvious distress.

This is something from his father's treasure house, and he is going to use it now. If no one really needs it, how could he.

But now that the contract has been signed, as a powerful dragon, he can definitely squeeze ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times the benefits from this guy, so he can't feel sorry.

Thinking of this, Aoba's expression on his face looked a little better.

When the last material disappeared, Aoba's spell reached its climax.

The passionate demon language seemed extremely noble at this moment. Initially, 99% of magic was spells imitating the demon language, and magic was something that Ximu, Xiaofeng, and Aoba created after countless years.

In their hands, there is no such thing as failure of magic.

Kaka~

As the powerful magic power surged in Aoba's hands, a purple light column from Tara's mask shot up into the sky, and the powerful aura instantly darkened the entire sky.

A trace of joy appeared in Aoba's eyes, and he silently stepped back a few steps, watching the birth of his powerful fighter.

Buzz~

The strong buzzing vibrated the space. Even if Ximu came out, it would only level the balance, slowly allowing the black air to surpass the positive air a little.

After all, no matter who they are, as long as they recover 10%, they are not comparable to the strongest.

In Aoba's expectant eyes, a muscular man with red skin, wearing only black pants and explosive muscles walked out of the light column with Tara's face.

The tough guy took a deep breath of fresh air, his face full of smiles: "Ah, this fresh air, I really broke free from this damn seal."

Aoba glanced at the distance, where the breath of Ximu was approaching rapidly.

The joy on Aoba's face became stronger, and he smiled and said: "My humble servant, let's go, it's time to revive the elves."

Tara turned her head and looked at Aoba with a playful look: "What did you call me?"

Aoba paused, a trace of unhappiness flashed in his eyes: "You"

Before he finished speaking, he was hit hard in the abdomen.

Aoba's whole body bent down instantly, a trace of blood looming in his mouth, the powerful force and speed made the sound seem a little late.

Aoba's eyes were full of disbelief, they all signed the contract, how dare this lowly shadow?

Tara's eyes were full of joy: "My respected Majesty, are you getting old and confused?"

"Your second steward is honored to tell you that you are fired."

Puff~

The breath of the shadow on Tara's arm flashed slightly, and in an instant, Aoba's abdomen was full of blood. Tara's palm had already inserted into Aoba's chest and slowly stirred his internal organs.

"How could it be." The disbelief in Aoba's eyes was increasing.

"Oh? My great majesty, are you asking why the order didn't respond?"

The playfulness in Tara's eyes became more and more obvious. He smiled and grabbed Aoba's ribs, broke them apart, and grabbed Aoba's heart.

"That's because it's not me who signed the contract with you"

"Yo yo yo~ Shendu, I haven't seen you for two thousand years, why are you so lame?"

As soon as Tara's voice fell, a rather elegant voice sounded from the sky. The spread of this voice also made the sky that had been dark because of Tara instantly brighten.

A dark flash appeared on Tara's body, and a powerful spell instantly penetrated his whole body, causing his body to suddenly freeze.

Aoba's somewhat weak dragon head slowly raised.

In the sky, a large bat with a black body, a height of two meters, and a wingspan of more than five meters slowly descended, looking at the backstab in front of him with interest.

"Ximu. Kill him!" Aoba didn't care that the man's fingertips had touched his heart. Without the horse and dog spell, he was now seriously injured and could not kill the traitor. He could only ask Ximu to do it.

And Tara's stiff head also turned around at this time, looking into Ximu's playful eyes.

Aoba had placed many restrictions on him. He originally wanted to kill Aoba as quickly as possible, but unfortunately, he was just a little short.

Tara forced a relatively calm smile on his face: "Good afternoon, Your Majesty Ximu. Since the two majesties have something to talk about, I will leave first."

As Tara said, his body turned into a shadow and disappeared in the eyes of the two demons.

Although Aoba was seriously injured and Ximu looked very weak, Tara really couldn't do anything. The restrictions on his body were all activated by Ximu when he was about to kill Aoba.

He was lucky to be able to walk. He probably couldn't move for the rest of the week and could only go to the shadow to survive.

And at the moment Tara disappeared, the blood at the corner of Aoba's mouth could no longer be suppressed, and the whole demon fell forward.

Tara was too cruel. In less than five seconds, he almost went to hell.

Ximu did not pick him up, but let Ao Ba fall to the ground in a panic. He flapped his wings and slowly stopped beside Ao Ba, stretching out a finger.

The weak immortality and healing powers in his body were shot at Ao Ba, saving Ao Ba's life while allowing him to recover quickly from his injuries.

"Tsk tsk. Shendu, without your talisman, you are indeed a waste. Can't you re-gestate the origin of your body?"

Ximu gently hooked his foot, causing Ao Ba to turn over, and spoke in a pitiful tone.

A deep depression and huge hole in Ao Ba's chest are very conspicuous. Most of the internal organs are broken, and one of the ribs is broken. If placed on an ordinary mage, he would have died long ago.

Ao Ba can still breathe and seems to have pretty good vitality.

Ao Ba's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but then gradually cooled down, even becoming dead silent.

He whispered: "Ximu."

Ximu paused, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he quickly put on a smile and said: "Oh, don't be angry, I'm just joking, you know, it's not that I won't help you, but even a great mage like me still... I am not allowed to help you if you are not strong enough.”

"Think about it, did I activate those magics in the first place? And I once warned you not to open that guy's seal easily?" Ximu's words made Ao Ba's eyes less deadly, but he was still calm. His eyes told Ximu that this matter was not over yet.

Incompetent rage is not terrible, only such deathly silence is the expression of extreme anger.

Ximu sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, how about I help you from now on? You don't need to provide the materials to revive the elves. I can use my treasure house. Is that okay?"

After a pause, most of the deathly silence in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He nodded and said indifferently: "You are still sensible, but you still have to help me find the traitor and kill him!"

"Okay, okay, these are just minor problems." Ximu said helplessly, and murmured in a tone that Aoba could hear: "I saved you and you are treated like this, and you make it seem like it's my fault."

Ao Ba's eyes flickered, ignoring Xi Mu's muttering, and said directly: "Also, I need a lot of magic knowledge. Don't tell me you don't have it in your kingdom, I don't believe it."

"You are such a stingy dragon." Ximu muttered, and when he saw the look of relaxation on Ao Ba's face, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

He could probably guess what Ao Ba was thinking just now, which was to go directly to Xiangjiang, open the dependent space, release all the evil dragons and directly attack the shadow, and destroy the shadow.

But this idea is not advisable, at least. Ximu is not willing to see this scene now.

Ao Ba's eyes flickered, he glanced at Xi Mu, and asked calmly: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Ao Ba's idea is even simpler. The evil dragon must be released. No matter what Ximu says, it must be released, but not now.

He needs a powerful subordinate to help him save the situation.

However, the evil dragon needs a better appearance time, such as...

Otherwise, he was sure that as soon as he cast the spell with his front foot, the variable rear foot would send him into hell.

But if there is no time for variables, it will have to be after the elves recover.

Let the elf pester the variables so that he can have enough time to perform the resurrection ritual.

The stronger the variable, the greater its influence and deterrence on the devil, so much so that Ao Ba did not dare to make a big noise.

After all, without the twelve talismans, he would be easily killed.

"Let's go, let's go." Ximu's eyes flashed slightly, he flapped his wings and rushed towards the sky, glancing at Ao Ba who was following with some difficulty.

Ximu spun around in the sky, grabbed Ao Ba's arm, and exploded at extreme speed, leaving a straight trace in the sky.

When he reached the sky above America, Ximu stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Pa~

The magical sound spread around, Ximu closed his eyes to sense it, and then took Aoba to the sky a hundred miles away.

He casually waved his hand and grabbed a cloud, and stood on the cloud with Ao Ba. Ximu pointed in front of him and said helplessly: "There is a different space here, but my magic power is not enough. How about you open it? There is everything in it. These are some of the books in my collection.”

Ao Ba looked at the area, then looked behind him, with an inexplicable look in his eyes: "This doesn't seem to be your palace."

Ximu spread his hands and said with a smile: "It's better to be more prepared, isn't it?"

………

"Saints of Order, these people are more extreme than the plague doctors, because their order is the order of the world, not the order of a single race."

"For some weak people in the world, they are great, because if there are strong people who want to destroy or annex these weak people, the saints of order will come out to stop them and protect the weak."

"But this protection is not absolute. When certain conditions permit, they will turn into demons, provoke wars, and cause countless wars to break out."

While Zhao Zheng was writing something, he said to Xiaoyu who was sitting next to him and looking at him with his head propped up.

"Um, isn't this weird?" Xiaoyu tilted her head and asked, looking at Zhao Zheng's writing that was as smooth as clouds and flowing water, a little star appeared in her eyes.

Although she doesn't like studying, she still appreciates people who can write well, especially when this person is Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng smiled and replied: "No, this is not surprising. I believe you also know that the world needs balance."

"The forces of evil and justice in the world always need to reach a relative height. Dad once said that when the devil disappears in the world, a more powerful devil will be born to fill the vacancy."

“It’s a pretty straight forward balance.”

Zhao Zheng thought for a while and explained seriously: "The job of the Saint of Order is to promote the balance of the world in a healthy way."

"When you think about the first resurrection of the abyss, the resurrection of the lich, and the resurrection one by one, how did you feel?"

Xiaoyu thought about it seriously and replied: "I'm very nervous. I always feel like something is tight, as if it will break at any time."

"Yes, that is the upper limit of balance." Zhao Zheng nodded and asked again: "If you think about the enemies behind you and the abyss, they are obviously much stronger than the things resurrected in front, but that tight feeling Isn’t it much better?”

Xiaoyu nodded, frowning and thinking: "Balanced growth?"

There was satisfaction in Zhao Zheng's eyes: "Yes, the job of the Saints of Order is to prevent that sense of tension from appearing, and to continue to push the balance to a stronger position, so that the world becomes stronger."

The thoughts in Xiaoyu's eyes became more and more intense. She thought for a moment and then asked, "I seem to understand a little bit."

She said somewhat complicatedly: "In other words, this organization is also a matter of philosophy and position, so it is recorded like this?"

Zhao Zheng nodded and continued writing the alchemy formula: "Yes, if this world must be divided, it can actually be divided into three camps."

"Justice, neutrality, evil!"

"And order is neutrality. If justice is too strong, then the neutral party will be biased towards evil, and vice versa."

"Because only if both parties are strong together and always maintain a competitive posture can the upper limit of the world continue to rise."

Zhao Zheng said with some emotion: "After the Holy Lord was sealed by Lope, the world fell into the end of the world within a thousand years. Even a genius like Dad cannot live long. The maximum lifespan is two hundred years."

"But look at it now. Dad is about to become a legend. A human legend. He has a lifespan of five thousand years. Five thousand years. This is something that was unimaginable a hundred years ago."

Xiaoyu frowned, very puzzled: "If they were the defenders of the world, then why were they destroyed? And the records were so bad? Shouldn't everyone praise them?"

Zhao Zheng was a little helpless and speechless in his eyes: "This is about their deeds that are even worse than those of the epidemic doctors."

"It's different from the epidemic doctors who don't charge any fees at all and just keep the doctor's benevolence."

"The order camp is very powerful, but except for the Holy Lord and the others, no one is qualified to collide with the order camp."