"'Monster' is really 'monster'." "Future" murmured, looking straight at the lower half of the body evolved by the Lord of Dark Night, forgot to escape because of fear, and stood there at a loss.

But the Lord of Dark Night would not give any more opportunities to those who insulted him. He first crossed his hands and stood in his chest, then whispered, muttered, and chanted ancient, mysterious, weird and singing languages ​​that were sufficiently strange.

This language is not Cruise German, nor is it the Sunnese language with the same culture in the south, nor is it the Western Land common language that the Putoya attempted to let the entire continent learn. It is somewhat similar to the ancient Holy Roman language that the Central Empire chanted and praised the Creator, and it also has something in common with the rapid and ups and downs of the Fire Empire.

At first, Dak and Wolfya just took two steps back, and while setting a distance, they made a fighting posture, preparing to fight the "monster-turned" Lord of Dark Night. But when Wolfya picked up the rocket launcher again and Dak condensed enough water-source magic power to form an ice cone weapon, the second half of the sentences and syllables recited by the Lord of Dark Night began to become familiar.

"It's the middle language." Dark analyzed:

"No, it is not a simple central language, but an older central language. It is the initial central language created by Khitan Ris and the Central People in the First Age. To be more specific, it is a wonderful language produced by the first encounter between the language and culture of the two nations."

"'The original mid-language'?" Wolfya whispered, but after just one second he turned his head and looked at Dark, questioning with an extremely incredible expression:

"Dak, I remember that the history of the 'original Central language' was told by a professor of ancient Chinese at the federal special military university that had long been banned. He said at the time that it was a dusty history, and not many people could know this except the chief executives of the Cruzde Federation. Could it be that you have met Chief Vasily?"

"No." Dark shook his head, looked at the Lord of the Dark Night, who was still chanting the ancient middle language, looked up at His monster-like body, and the extremely aggressive waving dark energy balls surrounding him, and replied:

"I have never seen Chief Vasily, and I may not have this fate with him. However, this dense forest, this church, this ruins of Khitan Ris, and this sudden mist have made me remember some memories that were long enough, but very close.

"I clearly remember that an old man in a white robe, similar to the ancient central saint, had told me that this language embodies the wisdom of the ancient central people and the Khitan Ris, no, the 'hot tenderness' of the people of the Fire Empire. Perhaps this is my memory before becoming a 'alien monster', and I seem to remember that before becoming a monster, I had wandered and traveled on this continent."

"Travel...travel?" The monk who was a little bit 2 was confused, but he chose to focus on the Lord of the Dark Night.

At this moment, the Lord of Dark Night was still chanting a spell. His lower body was still the dirty, ugly and disgusting monster body. His three thick tails kept fluttering up and down. The seven eyes on it were wide open, as if they were on the verge of rage.

But He still did not choose to attack, but formed a light black protective cover around his body. The dark energy light ball just now transformed into circles of energy auras surrounding his body, absorbing dark magic source power into the surrounding space and the depths of the universe, and continuously transporting power to the heart.

Soon, the blood vessels of the Lord of Dark Night expanded, and the veins on each skin became clearly visible, just like a special [warrior] who took a lot of medicine to maintain the size of a huge muscle mass. Even His face was covered with bursting blue veins, especially with a white boy-like face as a base, which seemed particularly terrifying and terrifying.

However, on the one hand, the chanting of the Lord of the Dark Night has not ended, on the other hand, the "future" stands in place to "adjust the mentality". On the other hand, Dak and Wolfya dare not act rashly in the absence of information, resulting in an extremely strange confrontation situation of inaction.

Staring at the Lord of the Dark Night's "monster", several distant but clear pictures flashed quickly in Dark's eyes. Several saints from the ancient central empire were standing in the ancient temple built by white stone pillars. Behind them were countless gods in charge of different fields, and those saints taught him about ancient central language on the afternoon when the blazing sun burned the earth.

Immediately afterwards, Dake spoke in synchronization with the saint in his memory and said:

"Dragons are the Creator's most desirable creations. They have strong bodies and excellent defenses, and also have vitality that surpasses all living beings on the continent. This language combines the oriental words used by people born after the dragon, and the words of gods of those closest to God.

"When reciting this language, you must be sure to be coherent, because any change in syllable will cause a very different message to the Creator. However, reciting such language itself is a blasphemy against the Creator and the Gods, because the message it conveys is not a wish, not a desire, not a hope, but a command."

"Appointment?" asked Wolfya, which was consistent with Dark's behavior at that time.

"Yes, it's an order." Dark nodded:

"For humans, formal chanting of this language will bring about a disaster. For gods, unless they are approved by the Creator, the chanting god will lose some of the divine nature until it disappears into the order and is erased."

"But, the Lord of the Dark Night does not have this need. I mean... uh, the need to kill us. He wants to kill us, just move his fingers, there is no need to go through a lot of trouble. Could it be..." Wolfya seemed to have some judgment in his heart. He took a deep breath, paused, and continued:

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "There is an existence worthy of His great efforts to destroy it. It is you, Dark Tillis."

Hearing this, Dark quickly woke up from his long-standing memory. His body twitched violently as if he had stepped on a electric gate. After regaining most of his consciousness, he half bent down with his hands on his knees and began to breathe heavily.

At the same time, the chanting of the Lord of the Dark Night seemed to have surpassed the high-energy part and reached its end.

Wolfya discovered that the shield wrapped in the ugly, huge, powerful body had disappeared. The blood-red moon above everyone's head seemed to be a little bigger. The birds around began to emerge from the woods and fled out. The cats who had just gathered here faced their limbs up and fell to the ground, as if responding to the Lord of the Dark Night performing a terrible chanting ceremony.

The nightingale began to cry, the crow began to sing, the whistle of the ship began to sound, the ice field bear began to roar, the dire wolf began to howl, and all creatures seemed to exist here to call out as much as possible, but Wolfya looked around but found no entity that could make these sounds.

"Illusion?" Wolfya warned.

He quickly pulled out a "Anshen Inner Rolling Flower Cigarette" from the box, cut the match and lit it, and put it into his mouth.

Then, he picked up the smaller officer's gun at his waist and fired a shot at his shoulder.

Bang!

The sound and burning smell of bullets passing through the skin were transmitted to Wolfya's senses. Only then did he make sure that his cognition had not been tampered with, his consciousness was still clear, and he was not reduced by thick fog or by those extraordinary forces.

But if all this is not an illusion, the source of the sound is the boy Lord of the Dark Night!

When Wolfya raised the bazooka and looked up, he found that the face of the Lord of the Dark Night was covered with a strange black totem, and His voice became extremely sharp, like a goat.

His eyes were completely covered by the red color, His arms were replaced by two mechanical pliers like lobsters, while the three thick steel-like tails quickly pulled away from the ground, raised high into the air, and stabbed towards the "future" body.

In a short few minutes of trimming, the "unintentional human virus" in the "future" body chose to try to save its host. They began to gather in large quantities at the semi-mechanical heart of the "future", working desperately, trying to make that heart produce more "burning fluid" and provide their host with stronger power.

However, even though the heart of the "future" has changed from a dazzling blue light to a scorching and red "warm" brilliance, the "future" feels a deep sense of powerlessness.

He felt that his body was pressed on a heavy steel ingot, unable to use any part of his strength, and the magic source power seemed to have evaporated out of thin air. No matter how much he formed a spirit, the signal he transmitted was like a stone sinking into the sea, and he could not mobilize the magic source power.

It was not until three thick steel-like tails arrived in front of him that a terrible word that a new god had told him many years ago - "Secret Forbidden".

But everything was too late. The few minutes wrapped in fear made him miss the best time to escape. He was only three or five meters away from the "monster" of the Lord of the Dark Night.

When the "future" closed his eyes and waited for the tentacles to penetrate his brain and chest, and wiped his life away, a strong figure stared at the "secret prohibition" like a cheetah, rushed towards the "future", and took him aside.

At the same time, the gathering of the Lord of Dark Night, anger was lost, and it only smashed the ground into dust and sunk down four meters and five meters.

Without having to observe the person who came to rescue the "future", Wolfya quickly carried the bazooka, aimed at the head of the Lord of the Dark Night that blended the purity of the boy and the vicious monster, and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh!
Chapter completed!