The aircraft traveling between the underground Ant City and the dusk landed in a row in the take-off and landing area. Only a uniquely shaped aircraft in the center still hovered in the air. Under the guidance of the ground command, it flew towards the landing area of ​​the top floor of the office hall.

This golden aircraft is slightly different from the common long-distance aircraft in the dusk land. It has a unique exotic style in both material and appearance, and is also larger in size. It is loaded with gifts from the Dragon Ant Queen.

Among the pilots who drove it, there was a semi-public scandal: the queen lord who ruled the underground ant city and was trusted by the Destruction King was rich enough to rival the country. Three years ago, at her inheritance ceremony, she fell in love with Mr. Qi at first sight, but Mr. Qi was about to get married at that time, so the queen had to let go. Later, Mr. Qi's wife died in the war. The queen saw hope again and willingly presented the rare treasures of the entire demon world just to win his favor. It was a touching love.

"It's simply nonsense!" The Dragon Ant Queen's maid was as dark as water, and coldly refuted the pilot's gossip.

The pilot was extremely depressed: "But everyone said so."

The maid looked at the black gift box held in her hand. It was made of special metal produced in the Demon World's Doomsday Mountains and was indestructible. The goblin craftsmen created an exquisite appearance for it. The court magician attached a lot of protection magic to it. Its locks were made of a spell that was passed down in the desert area of ​​the dunes - this spell that was made of Hristavato white coffee as a spell casting medium contains incredible romantic power.

No matter how far apart the time and distance are, only his lover can open this box closed by the Demon King of Destruction.

In the Demon Realm, the box that uses this spell is called the Lover's Box.

This is also something that the Dragon Ant Queen ordered her to hand over to Mr. Qi. In order to safely deliver this lover's box to the dusk land, the queen's flying soldiers and ant army set out one day in advance, clearing the monsters wandering in the air route along the way, and sending a large number of guards in the aircraft queue. The last time she mobilized such a large army and was solemnly escorting the Dune Palace.

What gift is hidden in the box? The maid doesn't know either. She doesn't want to, dare not open the box, but she knows who can.

"There is indeed a story about love here, but it has nothing to do with Her Majesty the Queen." said the maid.

"Oh..." The pilot looked disbelief.

The maid did not explain. She knew what role Her Majesty played in this story - it was highly consistent with her in this escort mission. The only difference was that the Dragon Ant Queen was always excited and tried to add something she thought was great to the gift list that was almost full. Only at this time, she would be like a happy little girl.

The landing aircraft opened the warehouse and started unloading the goods. The roof of the apron suddenly became busy. The trained guards handed over the goods with the staff of the trial office. Cole, the head of the logistics department, got the gift list from the maid. While wiping sweat, he muttered desperately, "The warehouse can no longer be put down, so he should apply for a few new warehouses."

The maid holding the box talked to him for a few words, emphasizing that there were several items on the gift list that needed special storage environment, which made Cole wipe his sweat more and more frequently.

"Another low-temperature warehouse should be built. His Majesty recently mentioned the penguins on the snow-burning plateau. Maybe penguins will be sent here in the future." said the maid.

Colegan laughed twice: "Does Her Majesty the Queen actually like penguins?"

The maid shook her head. Her Majesty was not referring to the Dragon Ant Queen, but she could not explain this.

"Mr. Qi is here." A staff member said to the two.

The maid and Cole raised their heads together and looked at the Qile people walking towards them in the afterglow of the sunset. The top floor of the office palace was surrounded by no cover. The sunset sunset was flowing like a spring on the white marble floor. Walking on the ground reflecting the sunset, he seemed to be walking in the middle of still water.

Qi Leren stopped in front of the aircraft.

The maid who had met him several times walked towards him along the already paved crimson carpet, dragging the silver silk dress full of Ant City style on the long carpet. The middle-aged maid was elegant in character and dignified in her steps. She held the black gift box box with both hands and held it solemnly in front of him until she came to him.

The people carrying goods around stopped moving at the same time and watched with a breath of concentration.

"I haven't seen you for several years, and you are still glorious." said the maid, "I am ordered by the Dragon Ant Queen and I must hand this gift to you in person."

As she said that, she took a step back and bent down to present the gift box.

Qi Leren took it with both hands and thanked him.

The moment he took the gift box, a faint light appeared quietly in the lock position, and a scent of Hristavato white coffee filled out.

He smiled with clarity: "It's that spell."

The maid smiled and said, "Yes, that's the spell."

Two years ago, the box containing the Sand Dune Palace used that spell.

The gift box slowly opened in his hand, and there was a colorful black reverse-patterned dragon scale in the box. In the center of the scale, there was an old scar - the traces of being pierced by the bone spear of the power demon king in the past dusk battle.

The evil dragon willingly presented his reverse scale, which was his silent trust and expectation.

Qi Leren stroked the scales, closed his eyes, and let himself miss it in the familiar smell of white coffee.

He saw an unknown palace standing in a vast lake under the sky of the Demon Realm. This huge and towering Demon Realm-style architecture was a long time ago, and perhaps the product of a certain old era.

It is like a fortress in a lake, but it is full of trees and flowers, like a garden floating in a lake.

It seems that a tragic battle has just passed here. Smoke and dust are floating on the arc-shaped domes and collapsed columns. The blood and corpses of the demons are everywhere. The demon soldiers along the way are transporting the corpses and clearing the traces of the battle. Some of them can barely see a human-like appearance, while others are like monsters growing wildly from nightmare.

In the demon world, the weaker and lower the demon race is, the more imaginative and creative they are. If children growing up in the human world see them, their figures will definitely be indispensable in countless late-night nightmares in the future. But now, they surrender to the terrifying and powerful source of destruction, and are obedient as the Lord's flock.

In this busy scene of sweeping the battlefield, the demon soldiers used their hands and feet, some even used their mouths and tentacles, to quickly clean the bodies. The method is not important, it is okay to drag it away or eat it. As long as the palace that has just experienced the war is kept clean, the Demon Destruction does not care about what they do to their kind.

The water monster slowly climbed up the corridor from the lake was like a piece of entangled water plants. It greedily opened its countless mouthparts on its body, and a group of beetles-shaped demons surrounded it and threw piles of corpses into its mouth. This still cannot satisfy the greedy water monster. Its tentacles wandered in the dust and blood everywhere, plundering the broken limbs and broken bones. Occasionally, it would sneak a few lonely soldiers into the water together. After a few less conspicuous water splashes, there were fewer soldiers cleaning the battlefield.

No one cares about such things. In the demon world, this is obviously a reasonable "war loss".

Suddenly, the water monster lying on the corridor felt something, and his lazy movement suddenly became agile. It was like a slippery fish, quickly slid from the stone floor of the corridor to the lake next to it, and instantly disappeared into the eyes of the soldiers who were sending the corpse. With such a huge body, the diving movement did not even splash at all.

The demon soldiers were stunned, and the beetles' tentacles trembled rapidly in the air, exchanging this silent language.

They quickly reached a consensus and disappeared in the spacious wind and rain corridor. Some hid behind the collapsed columns, some hid in the bushes, and some jumped into the lake in panic. This was obviously not a wise choice - the water surface shook a few times, and a string of bubbles surfaced, and then there was no movement.

In the dead silence, the gate of the palace hall at the end of the corridor slowly opened, and a tall and heroic figure appeared there.

The young Demon King of Destruction had just conquered this rebellious city-state. The Demon Lord hid in the palace called Sky Garden with his relatives and the last guards. While making the final resistance with the high city walls, he sacrificed slaves to please the power demon king and prayed for the protection of the ideal country.

Perhaps the head of a slave who was taller than the city wall pleased the Demon King of Power. The holy light of the Ideal Country led the demon lord into the realm of the Ideal Country, but the head was cut off by the Demon King who rushed to the scene.

Finally, the lord's head as he wished, but his body remained in the palace forever, and was thrown together with the slaves' headless corpses to burn. The demon soldiers who dragged the corpses greedily stripped off his gorgeous and noble clothes, making the lord's headless appearance very indecent.

The devil's subordinates couldn't help but smile at this black humorous scene and recited the "Classic" and blessed him with eternal tranquility in the fire in the name of God. It was a very vicious curse.

As for the Demon King of Destruction, he had not taken off his armor and never put down the sharp sword in his hand. He walked towards the top of the palace calmly. The blood-stained cloak behind him floated slightly with his footsteps, and the cloth soaked with the blood of the demon dripped a string of dirty blood in the wind.

The broken walls along the way were empty, and the dense vegetation destroyed most of the war, making the sky garden no longer as beautiful as the legendary one. In the silence brought by death, he walked through the circular wind and rain corridor, along the incredibly high steps, towards the highest point of the fortress.

At the end of the long steps, the eyes suddenly became clear. The highest point of the sky garden was not affected by the war. It was still full of flowers and green grass. In the stone pavilion in the center, there was a white piano, as if waiting for someone to play.

Standing here, you can not only overlook this famous sky garden, but also see the snow-burning plateau in the distance that is covered with snow all year round. The last city-state of Modongling City, the northern border, is not far away. This magnificent scenery of the demon world now belongs to this young demon king.

The devil put down the holy sword that once belonged to his mother. A bandage was wrapped around his palms to isolate the sacred power, but the bandage was overwhelmed. The powerful destructive power clashed strongly with the guardian power in the sword. The surface was eroded and the crack hole was bleeding, so his palm was bleeding.

He didn't seem to find himself injured, because he didn't take a look at it, but the action of secretly wiping away the blood of his hands when he untied the cloak exposed him to cover up his wounds - for someone who might be missing him thousands of miles away.

He sat down, his scarlet eyes still had the confusion after the killing, but he was very quiet.

Even on the brink of madness, he was always quiet and never hysterical. Perhaps it was because, deep in his shaky heart, someone was still lighting the lights for him.

He started playing the piano, and the music could not be brought to the distant dusk land by the fragrance of white coffee, but longing could be done.

With the sound of piano music, the realm of the Demon Destruction King is slowly swallowing the sky garden. The time in that realm is already evening, so the setting sun begins to approach, causing the noon here to be gradually dragged into dusk. This scene beyond reality is so shocking and so tragic. It represents the renewed expansion of the realm world controlled by the Destruction King, and also means that he is one step closer to madness and destruction.

A large black bird with long feather tail rushed out from dusk. The sky cruising among the clouds fled in a panic. The black bird did not prey on these jellyfishes that were performing photosynthesis, but hovered around the beautiful aerial garden. The sharp eagle eyes glanced at the green garden, as if looking for something.

Finally it found it, it was a white rose, which it placed on the piano.

The young devil stopped playing, he picked up the rose, placed it on his lips and kissed it gently, then raised his head.

The blue sky gradually reflected the color of the sky in his deep red eyes.

In the approaching dusk, the bloody red color in his pupils faded, and they were still beautiful eyes like sapphire.
Chapter completed!