The moon is full of evil, but the simulator is full of evil

"Then you can be a little warmer for me, dear."

Actually, it's not cold at all.

It has been warmed up bit by bit by his hand.

This ecstasy is like the wind and snow interweaving and melting together in the world.

Suddenly, the gentle and amazed voice of the red-haired man rang out.

""Couple"?

"I've never heard of it, Mr. Shu, you're actually married.

"I don't know who this beauty is, but it's a touching reunion."

Hateres, who was a little pale, covered his twitching and aching heart, and smiled faintly.

Even adversarial positions.

But he couldn't help but feel the rare joy of the picture in front of him.

The more touching things.

When it is destroyed, it looks more beautiful just now.

however

It was different from the joy of reunion between lovers that Hateres felt.

Hephaestion next to him held the red-haired man's arm solemnly.

"Mater, not so good"

"uh-huh?"

"In front of me, this woman who suddenly appeared is"

Relying on his keen magic eyes.

Hephaistion felt the subtle aura of "the same kind" rippling on the other party's body.

"It's definitely from the Age of Gods. That is a magician left over from the Age of Gods."

"Oh?"

heard this language.

A slightly excited smile appeared on the corner of Hateres' mouth.

That's right.

The red-haired man also had the same premonition when he saw the anti-summoning circle light up.

Hateres himself is also studying the genius of the Age of Gods, and his ultimate goal is to achieve the reproduction of the magic of the Age of Gods.

A magician left over from the Age of Gods?

I can't help but feel the sincere intimacy.

"How is his accomplishment compared to yours, Faker?"

"I can't see through it at all."

The black-haired woman who didn't dare to act rashly had an extremely solemn expression.

"That's why it's bad."

"That's it"

It sounds mysterious and dangerous.

However, even if the magicians of the age of gods survived to the modern age, the power of magic would be greatly reduced.

What a waste of money.

Hateres shook his head with a smile, raised his head, and looked at the black-haired young man.

"Is the magician left over from the Age of Gods actually married to you? Mr. Shu, the secrets in you really contain endless surprises."

Marrying a magician from the Age of Gods as his wife sounds weird.

However, Hartress' own life experience is even more bizarre and tortuous than this.

Only fiction speaks of logic, but reality does not need to speak of logic.

In such a wonderful world, anything can happen, this is the infinite charm of human beings.

"If we were friends, I really want to share magic with you, but unfortunately, it seems that there is no

It's a good time to say hello."

The curse of Aozaki orange has been swallowed up by the "solar eclipse".

Nothing can stop me anymore.

Hateres raised his palm, and from the hole in his heart, he brewed the teleportation secret technique of the Elven Realm.

He had already asked Hephaestion to draw a magic circle that gathered magic power here, and he waited for more than three days at leisure.

Therefore.

Only his magical power can support him to summon the son of Fu Hailin, and release all kinds of great magic continuously.

fizz

The broken lights in the banquet hall flickered indistinctly.

The shadows in the room converged and flowed, covering Su Shu's body, turning into such a dark and dull armor.

The dark-haired young man squinted his eyes, and the wandering shadows all over his body fluctuated like flames, and he raised the magic gun with the extinguished light.

However, the next second.

The white wrist slightly pressed his arm.

The smile on the corner of the witch's mouth was light and calm.

"To deal with this insect

"I don't need my dear at all, you can do it yourself."

this moment.

The unknown witch revealed her abyss.

Morgan sneered and turned his gaze away, looking to his side, the pair of master and slave who interrupted the tenderness between himself and her husband.

The expression on his face suddenly became icy cold.

"Honey.

"You are going to die, or you are going to live"

"—Leave him alive for the time being."

"understood."

"Ah"

Listening to the other party's few words, he decided that he was the fish on the chopping board.

Hartress laughed a little dumbfounded.

Although Su Shu's momentum of continuous climbing made him faintly palpitate.

However, now he communicates with the aperture of the world through the hole in his heart.

The vitality has been linked with the "Fu Hailin", one of the 27 ancestors of the Dead Apostles.

that is to say

Under this one-hour eclipse.

Hateres is very clear that he is "invincible"!

Om-!

A deep black hole suddenly opened in front of the red-haired man.

The huge eyeball embedded in the center of the body opened its ferocious pupils.

The criss-crossed sharp teeth were dripping thick, meaty mucus from the gaps between the teeth.

An ancient blood-sucking species bred by absorbing human blood.

"Son of Fu Hai Lin".

The monster's indistinct flesh and blood tissue crawled and deformed.

The intertwined flesh and blood were twisted and tangled together like dead branches, forming dozens of weird tentacles, which spread violently and spread out towards the entire banquet hall.

"Enjoy yourself, this bloody feast

"Goodbye, tree—"

The red-haired man's smiling voice froze suddenly.

because

The scorching hot air spread out in the room in a trance.

In the void, there suddenly sounded either deep or magnificent music.

With the flames, with the shadows, with the applause like a carnival—

A dark and ferocious Molten Iron Throne with a black flame ring emerging suddenly appeared behind Morgan.

"You are my sun."

"Then let me do the same, my dear, and your moon is ready."

He took the hand of the black-haired young man.

In Su Shu's somewhat stagnant expression.

Morgan picked him up and walked up the steps slowly.

The pitch-black crown of thorns slowly condensed and formed on top of the witch's head.

Morgan then sat on the throne with an indifferent expression, which belonged to the queen.

Her blue eyes were slightly lowered.

With disdainful eyes, he ignored the grotesque and depraved things in front of him.

The witch casually raised her plump thighs wrapped in suspenders.

"Disgusting stuff.

"Not even qualified to cry and beg for forgiveness at my feet"

The spiral lines on the white belly flickered slightly.

The witch's indifferent voice echoed layer upon layer, like the queen of this world handing down the final sentence.

"The Spiral Spear, Rungomigniad

"Through."

The voice is exhausted.

boom--

Like a spiral of eternal night, a pitch-black spear that seems to be able to absorb people's eyes and souls suddenly fell from the infinitely high sky!

puff-

Absolute order.

Just like that, it pierced through suddenly, the ferocious eyeball of the son of Fu Hailin.

嘶

Hissing.

Accompanied by the gorgeous flames wafting from the wound, the corrosive sound like burning the soul instantly spread in the room.