Monster Editor: I can create evil gods

Towering above the mountain of despair, the backlog of black clouds hangs high in the sky, the thunder light rolls and flickers in it, the wind whistles as if the organ is whimpering

, a spire church sits on the top of the mountain, bathed in darkness, the upper spire seems to touch the black clouds in the sky, a gust of wind blows, the barren grass and ghost trees around the church flutter, as if thousands of elves are singing and dancing.

"Failed?"

On a high-backed chair in the church, there sat a lazy figure, her whole body bathed in shadows, she could not see her specific appearance, but there was a majestic momentum that made people unbearable to look at directly.

The back of the chair is intricate and solemn, and behind it stands an image of a god in the shadows, with an abomination face looming, like a demon, a huge body hollowed out in the middle, no heart, no legs, and the lower disc is a swirling silhouette shadow, as if it is a black cloud carrying it.

The figure on the high-backed chair slowly stretched out her hand, swept away the shadows attached to her body, and naturally rested on the armrest, her arms were delicate and white, her fingers were slender, and she gently swung in front of her and drew a small circle.

A dark vortex appeared in front of him, and then a woman wearing a black robe and a cloak covering her face jumped out and knelt on one knee.

"Old Twelve and Old Fifteen are dead..." The

shadows on the king's chair swung in a large circle again, and a beautiful young woman could be seen sitting on it, dressed in a long black gauze tartice dress with intricate patterns, with demon and human skull patterns, her long silver-white hair naturally bunned at the back of her head, and her whole face looked flawless, as if it was the proud work of the Creator himself.

The cloaked woman knelt on one knee, and the shadows behind her surged up, forming a shadow attendant with no facial features and a neat and mirror-like appearance, lying on top of her head, looking humbly at the woman on the throne.

The shadow on the face of the shadow attendant, who had no facial features and a neat appearance, suddenly moved, and then the picture appeared like a mirror.

The woman on the throne naturally put one hand on her face, tilted her head to look at the contents of the mirror, and after a moment, the languid look on her face quickly faded, replaced by shock and solemnity.

"No... How can it be!

The woman cursed in a low voice, leaned over slightly, and looked again.

In the picture, Su Ziyu's face is covered with shadows, and he manipulates the twisted thread to control the shadow power of Old Twelve, and finally kills him.

The energy in the picture escapes, the woman stretches out her hand, spreads spirituality, and a circle of shadow power burrows into the picture, trying to establish some kind of connection with the being in the picture in this way.

But in the next second, she saw a large cloud of dark purple spiritual air gushing out of the picture, and then formed a huge figure in mid-air, almost occupying the ceiling of the entire church.

It was a black shadow of the dragon's head demon body, the vertical pupil dragon's eyes exuded an unsightly gaze, and the shadows behind him were pervasive, forming a huge shadow cloak, the cloak

was full of eyeballs, full of manic shadow power, wrapping most of its body, as if bathed in black clouds, solemn and sacred, making people unable to resist.

"This is..." After the shock, the woman couldn't help but lick her lower lips, looking excited, "Such power... It's the Shadow Demon... No!

...... Lord of Shadows!

Can't go wrong! The Lord of Shadows who once appeared in Jiangcheng..."

Her pupils contracted suddenly, and she hurriedly retracted her spirituality and no longer dared to tempt, and the black shadow of the dragon head demon body also dissipated in an instant.

"Whew..." The

woman let out a long breath, her face calmed down again, but the fingers that grasped the armrest of the throne were trembling slightly.

"Your Lord... Just that was?!

The subordinate still had a shocked look on his face, and his body was still trembling slightly after feeling the coercion of the Primordial Demon God.

"I didn't expect that the old twelve actually died at the hands of the Shadow Lord..." The woman known as the Sovereign slowly shook her head and waved her hand, "You retreat first, I have my own plans for the rest of the matter."

"Yes."

The subordinate bowed his head again, and the shadow behind him filled her, and the mirror imp merged into her body, and was swallowed by the black shadow vortex with her, disappearing in place.

"Lord of Shadows... There can be no mistake. After a moment, the lord slowly took a breath, got up from the throne, and turned to look at the huge statue behind the throne.

"Lord Shadow Demon... I haven't responded for a long time..." Jun

Shang looked at the Shadow Demon Idol, put his hands together on his chin, prayed silently, opened his eyes again to look at the statue, and sighed helplessly.

The "Black Tailor"'s worship deity, the shadow demon, actually did not respond to their prayers as early as after the Divine War in the Third Age.

Does anyone know where the Shadow Demon has gone, or has he fallen into a deep sleep?

The intentions of the gods are unpredictable!

In order to stabilize the confidence of the personnel in the organization, the only cadres in the black tailor who learned that the shadow demon had disappeared were a few resident veteran cadres.

"Isn't it the human incarnation of the shadow demon? Or is it His divine power agent? Many

thoughts flashed in Jun Shang's mind, and he couldn't figure out the context for a while.

However, the appearance of the Lord of Shadows gave her great comfort.

"Maybe this is a temptation by

Lord Shadow Demon..." Jun Shang had long ago thrown the other party's killing of her two cadres and the failure of the assassination mission to cloud nine, and at this time, she only wanted to know if the Lord of Shadows was a human incarnation of the Shadow Demon.

She stretched out her hand, and the power of the shadow enveloped it and disappeared in place.

"Let's go talk to those elders of the Presbyterian Council..."

......

Inside another wilderness grass hut.

A man dressed in black in a gray moonlit robe was kneeling on the ground, and in front of him was a wooden table, and in the shrine was placed an image of the god, the statue below the neck showed feminine features, and above the neck, there was a curved moon, like a willow moon scimitar.

Behind the statue were many broken wooden tablets, one of which was engraved with Professor Shen's full name, but unfortunately the brand had been broken.

"Fuck! Raised by the black tailor that bunch of bitches! The

man slammed the phone viciously, his face bruised and angry, "You dare to talk to me in that tone." Recalling

the conversation just now, the man's face muscles trembled with anger.

"I'm sorry, we won't take your task."

"Why?! Aren't you claiming to have a 100% mission completion rate! My mission failed! If you fail, you will send another killer!

"There's no why, I just don't want to take it."

"Damn, are you going to force me like this, believe me, I will make your reputation completely stink!"

"Whatever you want, if you don't want to live in assassination for the rest of your life, you can try."

"Damn it! You bitch..."

The

man scratched his hair to calm himself down, since the black tailor couldn't be relied on, he had to rely on himself.

Kneeling on the ground again, facing the shrine, the Primal Moon believer trembled nervously, and lowered his voice:

"I swear in the name of the moon, and I will defend your secret to the death."

He stood up, and the hood on his face was blown off by the cold wind pouring in from outside the wooden house, revealing his sophisticated face, and the black mole at the corner of his eye made him look even more sinister.

"The surname Shen is really a waste!" The man took a bite into the corner of the wall, "I finally got you a professorship in the Beilian Extraordinary Academy, and I also lost a zero-order taboo item, and as a result, I couldn't do such a little thing."

"The moon god is on top, this time it will be my own hand."

The man bowed again to the position of the idol, "Your glory is defended by me."

"The glory of the werewolf race will also be restored by me."

Damn human imp, I'm going to let you know how sharp werewolf teeth really are! The

man's fingers became dark and long, and he slowly walked out of the house.