Fairy’s Box

In the white light, a huge sound like a flood drowned everything, and after a sharp loud noise, everything fell silent.

A terrifying sonic boom swept past, like a wildly spreading hurricane. The shock wave swept past the monastery like a bright ring, and then whether it was a shadow, a flying stone, or the wrecked building debris on the ground, they were lifted up by the strong wind, rolling in the turbid air. Fly backwards.

The enclosed space shook for a moment, as if it was about to collapse with everything it contained.

boom--!

Yale was hit by the shock wave and threw back, and black cracks splattered on the surface of his body. Following the splash of blood, he suddenly fell on the shoulder of the Stitcher.

Bruno immediately supported him. In the turbulent airflow, before the Stitch Monster's body fell on the corridor, it was pushed forward by the strong wind, and the huge body directly smashed the corridor of nearly 100 yards.

The black-haired knight grabbed his comrade's arm tightly, his eyes fixed on the white mist coming from behind, struggling to support his body, and shouting at the dizzy seamstress below:

"Come on!"

"It hurts..."

The Stitcher shook his head to support his body, hugged the doll in his arms tightly, and strode forward again, rushing towards the vestibule covered by palm branches and leaves.

"Hurry up! Faster!"

Yale's face seemed to be covered with a layer of cold air, constantly urging the Stitch Monster to speed up.

"That's... what is that?"

Lolo and Goethe looked at the distance with pale faces, their bodies seemed to be completely separated from their consciousness, and they were almost paralyzed by the unprecedented power in the distance.

"It's so strong... its power is still rising!"

The silver-haired boy stared at the temple in the distance. After pursing his lips, he immediately turned his gaze to his dignified companion, and asked nervously:

"Are, do you mean...?"

"That's right."

The black-haired knight opened his eyes fiercely, and his sternness almost penetrated everything: "The poor little crying hiding in the eggshell is coming out now!"

In midair at this time, circles of translucent ripples slowly spread in all directions, and at the same time, a large number of dense black vines continued to grow, covering most of the monastery like countless giant snakes.

And at the top of the enclosed space, the dark clouds and lightning that were originally constant were also changing, gradually becoming pitch black and terrifying - as if there was a huge black curtain that was covering the entire sky inch by inch.

Under such a dark sky, the white mist surging underground seems to be restrained by a force, and it is slowly separating, like an invisible sharp blade slowly slashing, cutting the mist apart.

The fog quickly dissipated like a low tide, revealing a huge ruin that stretched as far as the eye could see. In the depths directly below, there was a vague crystal high platform, which was the source of all the confusing white fog.

Countless black vines covered with thorns spread out from the darkness, leading directly to the high crystal platform, and a huge whole crystal rose from the underground abyss, full of snow-white flowers.

Those white flowers sprout, grow, and extend from the crystal, covering the entire high platform, forming a barrier like a forest belt, intertwining and pulling each other, full of fine and beautiful white flowers, and the leaves are as beautiful as fairy wings. At a glance, the snow-white sea of ​​flowers stretches all the way to the deep underground.

The blood spread endlessly from the dark underground, overflowing the towering high platform that seemed to have stood for eternity like a tide, and then merged into the crystal—the blood instantly soaked the crystal in blood red.

The surging blood-colored lightning rose from the sky above the monastery, cruel and vast, spreading like a crack, gradually penetrating rapidly to the outside.

The blurry phantom of a behemoth slowly struggled to climb out of the lightning cloud.

It was a huge monster thousands of yards high, wrapped in sticky green mist, with a pair of antelope-like twisted horns on its head. There are three pairs of dark green metal barbs growing at the base of the neck below. The face is an indifferent metallic female face, and the contours of faces with different emotions are constantly emerging on the left and right sides.

Some of these faces are resentful, some are desperate, some are grinning, some are crazy... volatile and unpredictable.

Its entire body was buried in the deep darkness, with only one head exposed, but everyone present felt a chilling force coming from the depths of the earth.

"What is this……?"

Goethe woke up from the almost solid mental pressure in the space, stared at the huge phantom that exposed his head from the abyss in the distance, and struggled to ask in a roaring voice.

"Goethe...and Lolo, in a way, you're really lucky...Look at it, that's the scene that you may never see in your life - the true attitude of the king of hell."

Yalei looked at the incomparably huge real body of the devil from a distance, a vertical light mark flashed on his forehead, and instantly radiated bright golden light, and a dark golden spear pierced through it, which he grasped in his hand.

"Yeah, what a spectacular sight."

Luoluo Huarong took a few steps backwards bleakly, and almost fell on the shoulders of the suture monster.

"Then it's just a gamble..."

The black-haired knight held a scepter-shaped spear in one hand, and pointed the tip of the spear at the King of Lies who was struggling to climb out of the abyss. Taking him as the eye of the wind, a black gust of wind blew up around his body, sending the space free The rubble rolled up with the gravel.

"This gun..."

Bruno's eyes lit up with a hopeful expression.

"Gamble, Beryl doesn't dare to show her true body in this world, take a gamble, this blow can block her projection."

At the same time as Yale spoke, he raised the gun of annihilation in his hand, and the dark golden light sprinkled from the gun body. With the wave after wave of his will, a small closed space was formed.

"What a powerful weapon."

Luo Luo was stunned for a moment, but he didn't show much surprise. Even the king of **** had already seen it, and it was difficult for his torn nerves to make any waves.

A low and obscure incantation sounded in the space, and the regularity of the ligature changes was extraordinary, as if singing some kind of poem.

Soon, the dark-gold long spear in the black-haired knight's hand had turned into a torch, and it was rapidly deformed as if it had melted into a liquid state. In a round of flaming dark-golden scorching sun, the shape of a longbow was faintly revealed.

In the eyes of Goethe and Lolo, it was a stringless giant bow full of strange patterns, and the two ends of the bow were a pair of peculiarly shaped golden roulettes. There should be a bowstring in the center of a small sun emitting a golden light, and the dark golden waves inside are rolling endlessly.

"..."

Yale held a bow in his left hand, and the little dark golden sun was clasped by his right index finger. Countless golden lines were knotted in the space, turning into arrows condensed from light, the size of a giant sword.

He gently pulled the arrow back, and two bowstrings appeared on both sides of the bow buckle, which instantly drew a full moon.

"O sun wheel, cover the earth! (Padler

laugh--!

With a loud bang, the surrounding turbulent storm suddenly stopped, and the huge power that once shot the angel radiated out again.

The dark golden light pierced the earth like a sharp blade, rolling golden waves, and fine cracks appeared in the void where it passed, and the circles rippling and spreading.

Whoosh whoosh-!

Where Guangya passed, there was a raging golden storm between heaven and earth, and a low and harsh whistling like metal friction, tearing apart a twisted spiral void and heading straight to the dark abyss at the bottom of the temple.

As if feeling threatened, the huge ghost in the abyss suddenly raised its head, and the upper body with a vaguely female silhouette rushed out of the abyss. Accompanied by this action, the dark and dense smoke on the surface of the body stirred, revealing small pieces of gray-black bone armor covered with strange cracks.

"Roar!!!!"

The violent roar suddenly resounded throughout the sky and the earth, and circles of black halos rose up into the sky, instantly turning the angle, with a twisting and tearing space crack, ruthlessly facing the dark golden light arrow.

"I...lawlessness...belia!! (I! The Lord of Deception Hell)!!!"

The King of Lies roared frantically, mixing the terrifying demonic vibrato with the girl's silver bell-like voice, and countless overlapping low-pitched roars hummed and echoed in the space.

boom--!

The dark golden light arrow collided with the ring of light head-on, the entire enclosed space trembled violently, and the thousands of yards near the temple turned into a fragmented golden ocean.

Countless burning green flames roared away into the golden ocean. The huge ghosts in the fissures of the earth continued to climb up with the flames. A pair of dark green pupils filled with hatred penetrated thousands of yards and shot at the black-haired knight. on the body.

In the dense green fog, blood-colored lightning continued to shake the gravel to the depths of the abyss.

Boom boom boom boom!

In a series of violent collisions that oscillated the closed space, the foundation supporting the space-time began to turbulent, tearing out large fragments. In the sights of Yale, Bruno, Lolo, and Goethe, everything became confusing.

Some are frozen, some are swiftly passed away, some collapse into black voids, and some keep repeating the scene before the shattering.

In the biggest fault, time and space are like a series of shaking shots of continuous playback. The monastery that was shattered by the Lord of Lies and is constantly collapsing is reintegrated. The splendid brilliance brought everything back rapidly, and the broken slate, soil layers, and rocks were glued together and returned to integrity.

At this time, the suture monster had rushed through the vestibule, and after punching the huge palm that was in the way, it was close to the huge trapezoidal stone gate in front of it.

boom--!

The huge shadow of the King of Lies completely rushed out of the abyss, and in the frantic swing of the enclosed space, the body wrapped in blood-colored thunder and smoke reached the sky, directly breaking the chaotic gap in time and space, and crossed half of the monastery in one step.

"I'm going to crush you!"

Among the countless overlapping roars, the girl's frantically screaming voice was clearly discernible, the deceitful demon leaned down, and the radiant force field of the King of Hell moved down at the same time, and the entire monastery was immediately crushed by dozens of feet.

The huge demonic claws tore through the void with heavy wind pressure, and the collapsed airflow whimpered out, like the cry of countless evil spirits.

Compared with the Shadow of the King of Hell, the giant Stitched Monster is like a toy that can be crushed with a light grab—even if there are a few bugs standing on it.

At this moment, facing the ferocious giant claw that seemed to be half the size of the sky and obscured the entire field of vision, Goethe and Lolo now intuitively feel that the world is overturned and the world is ending.

Under the energy radiation that belonged to the king of hell, they couldn't raise any resistance at all.

"I said, poor little one, you can't do anything!"

With a violent roar, the scenery within a three-mile radius instantly dimmed, and the dark red blood-colored pupils turned from virtual to solid, projecting rays of fear, suspended in space like huge mirror images.

In an instant, the cracks in the dark space were densely covered to the limit, and the blood-colored pupils burst, swallowing all the light in an instant, and the void briefly turned into a deep pitch black, flashing with glass-like shattering light and shattering.

boom--!

The claws were blocked by this blow and stagnated for a short moment.

At this moment, the suture monster swooped forward with all its strength, and its sturdy body just passed through the trapezoidal stone gate, escaping the claws of the King of Lies within a minute.

"Do not!"

The unwilling roar of the King of Hell turned into a spatial shock, causing bursts of violent roars like the sky and the earth shattering.

...

The sky was faintly white with fish belly. After the mercenaries touched the nails a few times, they could only give up the Ancestral Treasure, and began to retreat in twos and threes.

Among the surrounding branches, the silhouettes of several birds flashed past, and a little vulture hurriedly jumped out from under the leaves, hurriedly flapped its wings and flew up, chasing behind its mother, crying:

"Mama, there's a perverted albatross with a bare bottom nearby!"

A large number of mercenaries are packing their luggage and preparing to evacuate. Several mercenaries with high eyes and low hands are squatting in front of the door of the monastery, looking at the dark interior with red eyes:

"Damn, the treasure is right in front of us, but we don't have the ability to get it."

"Calm down, it's up to you, I'm afraid you won't be able to come out again."

"Let's go, let's go, it's useless to be jealous, just go back and do business."

A few people complained for a while, but after all, they couldn't dare to go in, they quickly shook their heads and left the gate of the monastery, and began to dismantle their tents.

call--!

Suddenly, a hurricane rushed out from the inside of the monastery, blowing the nearby tents that were being dismantled to pieces in an instant.

The next moment, a huge and ferocious figure pierced through it, ploughing a wide dirt track on the ground, sliding out for a few miles before slowly stopping.

"It hurts..."

The Stitcher rubbed his huge head covered in mud, picked up his dead daughter, stood up, glanced at the outer wall of the monastery behind him, and immediately clapped and laughed happily:

"Success!"

"We actually survived..."

In the mud tunnel on the side, the gray-faced Goethe turned over, looked up to the sky with tears in his eyes, and shouted loudly: "I survived, hahaha, I actually survived!"