Chapter 43: Rising Storm In an unknown space filled with white, a figure wrapped in thick black mist floated cross-legged in the pure white space.
Opposite the figure wrapped in black mist, a pure white figure whose face could not be seen clearly sat cross-legged.
Two figures, one black and one white, the ultimate black and white space opposite each other, so abrupt in the entire unknown white space.
The other figure was extremely white.
If the thick fog around the black figure hadn't flowed slowly, and some black fog had touched the body of the white figure, it would have been impossible to see clearly the white figure that was almost integrated into the unknown space.
Two figures sat cross-legged facing each other, suspended in an unknown space, slowly rotating relative to each other.
Suddenly, a figure wearing a milky white robe and a strange black metal mask appeared in the unknown space.
"Holy Messenger."
"Dear Lord."
The white-robed figure bowed slightly, and the mask on his face was covered with white lines full of mysteries.
But if you look carefully, you will find that the white lines on the white-robed holy envoy's mask are actually fine cracks, filled with With endless white light.
"I already know Natalya's movements."
"Great Lord, according to the report sent back from the first level of the Holy Land, there is an 80% chance that the helper who helped Gelton's son escape from the Holy Land was his grandfather, the old Dragon Emperor, Grumog."
Seeing that the Lord did not respond, the white-robed holy envoy continued to bow and said: "Moreover, the seal on Gelton's son has been opened."
"Has that child awakened the dragon fighting body?"
Deep voices came from all directions in the unknown space, and the Lord chuckled, "But it doesn't matter.
Now, the Dragon Clan's combat body is no longer threatening to me."
Hearing this, the white-robed holy envoy trembled, unable to suppress his excitement and said: "Congratulations, Lord."
"Then, if the Lord has no other instructions, Wright will retreat."
After a while, the Holy Messenger saw that the Lord no longer responded, and bowed his body to prepare to retreat.
However, just when the white-robed Holy Envoy Wright took less than a few steps back, the Lord's voice came from all directions again, "Substitute of light, are you still unwilling to agree to my request?"
The white-robed holy envoy paused and said in a regretful voice: "He is very stubborn and has not yet answered directly whether he accepts the Lord's request."
The white-robed holy envoy paused for a moment and continued: "Because of the request of the substitute of light, I allowed him to visit the Holy Land.
He is currently in the second-level Holy Land.
I think that when he sees the greatness of the Lord with his own eyes, After that, he will definitely comply with the Lord’s request.”
"Well, go and persuade him.
As for Gelton's son, if you can catch him, trap him in the Holy City.
If you can't prevent him from leaving, you don't have to waste too many resources."
The voice of the Lord no longer came from all directions, but sounded near the two figures, "The glory that belongs to you will come soon."
"The light in the abyss is about to bloom."
"May the light of the Lord redeem all lost races, Wright, retreat."
The white-robed envoy bowed slightly and left the unknown white space.
After the white-robed holy envoy left, the white figure suspended in the unknown space raised his head and looked at the figure wrapped in black mist in front of him, with an indescribable smile on his blurred face.
"Gelton, that door will eventually belong to me."
Looking from the perspective of the white figure, through the thick black mist wrapped around the black figure, one can see that the black figure's body is dissipating like quicksand at a speed that cannot be perceived mentally.
On the eighth floor of the Abyss Demonic Prison, in the middle of the city that almost occupies the entire world of the eighth floor, there is a huge palace as high as the sky.
In the hall of the huge palace, the figure of the white-robed Holy Envoy slowly appeared on the mirror-smooth floor.
"Lord Holy Envoy."
Seeing the return of the white-robed holy envoy, the twelve golden-robed envoys below the palace immediately bowed.
Just when the white-robed holy envoy was about to give the Lord's order, a roar that shook the world came from the depths of the palace, and the roar was filled with endless anger.
The Holy Envoy glanced in the direction of the roar and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong with the City Lord?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden-robed messenger immediately replied: "The clone of the Lord City Lord had a brief battle with the Human King in the Eastern Continent, and the Lord City Lord suffered some minor injuries."
The white-robed holy envoy nodded and sneered: "Is that old man King of Humans still struggling?
Ridiculous dream, ridiculous persistence."
"You, go to the sixth level of the Holy Land and capture Gelton's son.
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The rest of the envoys, please retreat."
The golden-robed messenger who was pointed by the holy messenger responded, and then the figure of the white-robed holy messenger disappeared from the place.
On the second floor of the Abyss Demon Prison, in the underground prison of the First City.
Because there had been a strong earthquake between heaven and earth, the stone slab above No. 33's head had completely shattered, revealing a large area of gray sky.
At this time, No. 33 was leaning against the wall, looking at the gloomy sky in a daze, thinking about something.
Although the roof of the prison shattered and a big hole was opened, No. 33 had no intention of escaping.
He just stared blankly at the sky, expressionless.
Beside him stood a dozen Sirius guards.
The Sirius guards who originally came were afraid that No. 33 would escape, but according to the current situation, the worries of the Sirius guards were obviously unnecessary.
Suddenly, a milky white light shone from nowhere, rendering the cell where No. 33 was located into a pure white.
After the white light dimmed, the figure of the white-robed holy envoy appeared in front of No. 33.
At the same time, the Sirius guards guarding No. 33 hurriedly knelt down on one knee and shouted in unison: "Lord Holy Envoy!"
The holy envoy took off the mask full of cracks, revealing a kind, old human face, "Son, are you willing to go back with your father?"
"Holy Father, oh no, it should be the Holy Envoy."
No. 33's pupils regained focus.
He smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "I haven't had enough fun.
There are still five holy worlds I haven't been to."
"good."
The Holy Envoy put on his mask again, nodded, and his figure gradually disappeared into the air.
Just when the figure of the white-robed holy envoy was about to disappear, No. 33 said with a bright smile: "Holy Father, you should spend some time writing another book of Light Doctrine."
"Oh, you really should"
At the eastern end of the Endless Sea, deep in the Eastern Continent occupied by the Abyss Clan.
On a rotten swamp shrouded in black mist all day long, thousands of abyss troll figures stood out of thin air.
"My Emperor, is the day of darkness finally coming?"
At the front of thousands of abyss trolls, an extremely short abyss troll wears a golden crystal crown.
Hearing the inquiry from the abyss troll beside him, he smiled slightly and did not answer.
The abyss troll, as short as a human race, stared at the rotten swamp below.
In the depths of its dark pupils, a dark excitement and madness was gradually burning.
Suddenly, the vast swamp land beneath the abyss trolls began to shake.
Cracks appeared on the rotting swamp, and the foul-smelling mud kept swelling.
Black liquid mixed with muddy water overflowed from the cracks, as if something was breaking through the cover of the swamp and crawling to the swamp floor.
"Puff" A stream of black and yellow liquid gushes out from the crack, and then, a withered arm suddenly stretches out from the swamp mud, followed by a strong stench and fishy smell.
"Devil Golem, hail the eternal darkness":