Chapter 1,261 Madam Mochizuki's Last Words
How big is the difference between the third level and the fourth level?
Dark Goblin Carlton originally thought that this was not an insurmountable distance. At least he had seen the strength of his master, Mrs. Mochizuki, before and made many preparations based on her strength. He believed that he could suppress the powerful demigod.
However, his knowledge of powerful demigods was limited to Mrs. Mochizuki, a junior master of demigods, and what he faced was the mid-level demigod night elf Ernst. All his preparations were unleashed by Ernst. Afterwards, the field was greatly reduced and was swept away in front of his powerful strength.
"It was indeed my mistake to underestimate the fourth-level powerhouse, but do you really think I only have this little means?" The dark goblin lay on the ground, looking at the arrogant night elf opposite with a bloody face, and a cold expression on the corner of his mouth. Cold smile.
"Not killing me directly is your biggest failure. Night Elf, please pay for your arrogance!" Carlton jumped over and jumped into the blood pool. "Great Lord of the Undead, your devout believers sincerely pray for you. , I am willing to sacrifice my soul in exchange for the favor of the great master, and I beg you to give me powerful power."
Immortal Errol: Oh, well, shouldn’t it be in exchange for the master’s resurrection? How did it become the pursuit of power?
Half an hour later, the dark goblin who had temporarily obtained the primary strength of a demigod was beaten to a black and blue face by the night elf Ernst even though he had secondary space permissions. If it were not for the backing of the blood pool, he would probably have died miserably.
"Hemolytic Magic Array, start!" Dark Goblin Carlton let out a roar, and the huge power suddenly burst out. The blood pool was rolling violently as if it was about to overturn, and the castle opposite the blood pool was also filled with a faint blood. red light.
"Merciful master, your loyal servant Carlton can no longer serve you. I will use my own life in exchange for your awakening!" Carlton's voice was full of reluctance and perseverance.
Immortal Errol finally showed an expression that did not belong to the undead. Carlton, a bastard that he usually looked down upon, seemed to be smarter, more powerful, and more loyal to his master than him.
Night elf Ernst curled his lips disdainfully and said: "What kind of strength can a weak controller of space have, so what if you join forces."
But as soon as he finished speaking, his face couldn't help but change slightly. The castle was filled with blood, and an unusual aura appeared little by little, "This is a demigod strongman? No, he just broke through and advanced? It doesn't look like it, what on earth is it?" Condition?!"
Suddenly, a gentle sigh came into my ears, accompanied by a soft female voice: "Why are you doing this?"
"Lord of Space?" Night Elf Ernst suddenly felt his whole body tense.
I don't know when I was restrained by an inexplicable force.
"It's hard for you to be able to sustain yourself in this weak alien space for so long. Living in such a weak alien space, it's no wonder that you fall into a deep sleep and finally wake up with this method. How much strength can you still exert now?" Night Elf Ernst's powerful aura exploded instantly, "Dark Night Realm, open!"
In the collision between the power of space and the realm of demigods, the body of the night elf was forcibly pushed a hundred or ten meters away, and finally succeeded in breaking the space restraint.
"Although this space is weak, the master of the space is always the master of the space. The gap between the primary level of demigod and the intermediate level of demigod can barely be erased. Even if not, it can still be done in a closed space. Space barrier, together!" Rourou! A pleasant sound came out, and the space channel suddenly released a strong squeezing force. Ernst's semi-artifact supporting the space disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the space channel quickly shrunk.
Night Elf Demigod Ernst's face changed drastically. He took one step forward and reached the space passage in a blink of an eye. He used both hands to support the space passage with all his might, "Wiki, open the space and don't let the space passage close!"
"Roar~" Amidst the deafening roar, a bright light struck fiercely, and the space channel trembled violently. The shock wave fell through the space channel into a different space, and the space within hundreds of meters around the space channel trembled violently.
The night elf's figure quickly sank into the space channel, without any concern for the unstable space fluctuations around it. A force of space quietly appeared, cut it off hard, and a little finger escaped from Ernst's palm.
"Bastard vampire, I remember you. The next time I come again, it will be your end. Madam Mochizuki, right? It is your misfortune to have the key to space. Meeting us at this time is the beginning of your tragic fate, and it is also yours." The end of a tragic fate is coming."
The voice of the night elf Ernst suddenly stopped as the space passage disappeared, but the undead Errol stood up excitedly, his eyes flashing with joy and flew quickly towards the castle.
With the sound of "Crash!", a bloody torrent knocked him down. The dark goblin Carlton appeared next to him, staring at the castle with his eyes fixed on the castle and shouted coldly: "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be mine?" Master? How is my master?"
There was a soft sound of "Pa~", like a snap of fingers. The undead Errol and the dark goblin Carlton suddenly felt that something disappeared from their bodies, and their whole bodies suddenly seemed extremely relaxed.
Have your space permissions been taken away?
Countless blood in the blood pool turned into a long red bridge leading directly to the castle. The undead Errol and the dark goblin Carlton looked at each other and stepped forward at the same time.
For the sake of their master, they don't mind sacrificing their lives. They also have doubts in their hearts that need answers from their master. The person who forced the enemy away is not their master. They can clearly feel it through the sound.
The master's voice has long been hoarse and cannot be a soft and clear female voice. Although the feeling of power is almost the same and the breath is somewhat similar, it is just that if it is not, it is not. There is no such thing as similarity.
In the dark castle, countless blood fell on the ground and disappeared. The blood-colored bridge fell automatically when it reached the courtyard. The two people moved forward quickly and broke into the familiar and unfamiliar hall, a place they had not entered for hundreds of years.
There was no one in the hall except for a gleaming teleportation array that was quietly operating. The two of them jumped in without any hesitation. As the world spun around, they entered the deep underground of the castle.
A slender figure stood next to a blood-red coffin, playing with a blood-red crystal in his hand. The rising and falling aura on his body was a little unstable, but the powerful aura still oppressed the two third-level masters. Not smooth.
"This blood crystal is a relic of Mrs. Mochizuki. I think she wants you to live well." The slender figure wearing a gorgeous black robe turned around.
The undead Errol exclaimed: "Mrs. Night, you, how did you..."
Madam Night waved her hands and said nonchalantly: "It's just a small lurking method, not worth mentioning."
As she spoke, the blood-colored crystal was crushed by her, and a projection quietly appeared in the underground secret room. It was a pale, somewhat abnormal middle-aged beautiful woman, playing with a pale golden ball in her hand, with a trace of elegance on her face. smile.
"When you see this image, it means that I have been dead. I don't know how many years ago, and I don't know whether you are living well or not. The only ones who can pass my tests are you, the idiot Errol, and the fool Carlton. No one It is impossible for me to pass my postgraduate entrance examination with space authority, unless I am a new demigod."
The beautiful woman in the projection had a sly smile on her lips: "You idiot Errol, are you still jealous of Carlton? Are you still staring at him? In fact, I lied to you, fool. Carlton, like you, is someone I can trust absolutely, but my death cannot be known to you until you truly return."
"Carlton, you are a smart boy, but smart people sometimes think too much. I lied to you and said that I fell into a deep sleep. Only the vampire duke in hell can wake me up. You kid will definitely spare no effort to take me back. Right?"
"I'm sorry, my children. My injuries are too serious. Even if I want to transform into a lich, it is impossible. The seriousness of my physical injuries is not the key. The key is that the trauma in my soul has reached the point of no return. Please forgive me. I am selfish and left this world one step ahead of schedule. I am very content to have you by my side in the last moments of my life.”
"Go back, go back to where you should go. War will never bring happiness. After returning to hell, hide your name and live in a small place. You can live a good life. Hell is already powerful enough, even if you don't rely on plunder You can live a good life, but there is no limit to human greed.”
"My life has been full of sorrow and pain. It was so good to have you by my side in the last moments."
"Finally, in the name of my master, I order you to live and live well!"