Dark Shadow Shrine

As a powerful demon and the leader of a powerful demon mercenary force, Inslaxis' combat power is unquestionable.

Leaping from the Throne of Bones, he was ready for battle.

The darkness quickly dissipated.

A masked male drow sat on Inthraxis's basalt desk, his legs dangling slightly to the floor.

The shadows around the drow's lithe figure waxed and waned, and he himself was looming in the shadows. A short sword and a dagger hung from his belt, and a corner of his leather armor peeked out from under his well-crafted high-necked cloak.

His long white hair, which shone red, framed a sharp, lean face full of vengeance. There was a haughty and wicked smile on his thin lips.

"The Masked King!?" Inthraxis was annoyed by the overwhelming awe in his voice, he didn't even dare to say his name.

right! The Masked King - the god of conspiracy of the drow, the weaker power, and the only son of Rose, Velen.

Inslaxis immediately realized that there was serious trouble, and his heart beat faster and faster, like a bellows pulled by a dwarf craftsman when he was rushing the stove.

It is meaningless to force calmness, such a rapid heartbeat can't hide the perception of a true god.

He noticed that the drow god's left hand had been cut off at the wrist, and there was no blood, only countless tiny spiders wriggling around the wound, causing great pain to Velen.

A few days ago, Inslaxis heard the story that Velen sold his teammates, so that Rose's most worshiped slave god Sylvetam's kingdom of God was blown up by Tempus, and he was reduced to a saint. Obviously, this was the punishment given to Velen by the Spider Queen.

Looking at the spiders on his wrists transformed by Rose's divine power, Velen said in disgust: "It's miserable, isn't it? I ran all the way here, but found that I still couldn't get rid of the shadow of the spiders."

Inslacis dared not answer. Offending a wrathful god would not do any good for such a small sanctuary novice demon. Although countless possibilities slipped through his mind, he didn't dare to prove it at all.

"I need your services, Yugoloth." Velen said in an unquestionable tone.

Inslacis froze all over.

Not a favor, not a request, but a service.

The high-ranking people demand the services of the low-ranking people with a condescending and natural attitude!

To put it nicely is service, but to say it badly is an obligation.

It was worse than he had feared. He stuck out his long forked tongue and licked his lips. Try to find an appropriate vague response.

Darkness engulfed Velen, and at the next heartbeat, the saint was standing behind Inthracis, his fiery breath on the yugoloth's upper left ear.

"Do you want to deal with me casually? Or do you want to reject me?" Velen asked softly, his gentle words were full of threats, and there was even a hint of killing intent.

"I can't refuse you. Masked King." Inslaxis replied, mercenaries always habitually reject those deals that are too easy to lose their heads. If it was a deal that could be easily rejected, he would have done so long ago.

Although yugoloths are all mercenaries, even for regular customers, they have their own bottom line. Inthraxis had no desire to be involved in any conflict between the two gods, Velen and his mother.

But does he have a choice?

In the next moment, Velen no longer stayed behind him. Instead, he crossed the space and sat on the throne of Inslaxis. Near this god, the white bones and blood that made up the throne seemed to tremble, and they began to shrink automatically, making the entire throne seem smaller.

Inthraxis wondered what his corpses were feeling. What kind of terrifying image Velen is. It is certain that it is not his current male drow appearance.

Sitting on the throne of Inslaxis, Velen put his right hand to his right ear, making a posture of listening. Velen raised his head, his gaze became cold, "Did you hear that voice?"

Outside, the howling wind, high and low, rising and falling, brought the news of Rose's Chosen One.

Inslaxis nodded: "I hear that. Dear Masked King. It's Yor'thae, yes, it's yor..."

"Enough!" Velen patted Inslaxis' throne with one hand.

The entire Throne of Bones. Even the entire Corpse Palace trembled from Velen's beat.

Inthrashis nearly shrank his head into his chest in fright.

"Once is enough! I don't want to hear that damned name a second time!" Villen's gloomy voice made Inslacis completely afraid to speak: "This word means that among those damned selected The one. The final piece of the puzzle in that spider vixen's promotion game."

Without warning, Velen's figure stood behind Insracis again.

"Know what I want you to do?"

"I really don't know. God Velen..." Although he already knew what Velen was thinking, it was a pity that he hated the answer so much, Inthrasis decided to play dumb.

In the next instant, he paid the price for his stupidity and inner resistance.

One of his arms suddenly detached from his body and shot up into the sky. The smelly black blood sprayed all over the floor. Although the corpses that made up the floor were greedily trying to absorb their master's blood, they did not dare to do so...

Velen's intact right hand suddenly turned into a illusory state, stretched into Inthracis' back, and grabbed one of the three hearts of this powerful demon with one hand.

"Pfft—" Inslaxis' heart was crushed by Velen, like a rotten tomato.

Inslashes staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Wrong answer!" Velen's voice sounded coldly.

"To destroy Rose's plot, isn't it?" Inthraxis yelled, as he felt Velen's cold hand across space to hold his second heart.

In the blink of an eye, Velen was already standing in front of him, his teeth were clenched, and his originally mean face was distorted and ferocious due to anger.

"What is it to destroy a conspiracy? If I can destroy one, my mother can weave a thousand new ones! What do I want?! What I want is for my mother to die! Really die! Fall! Soul destruction! Gray There is none left. Even if her body is turned into a corpse, I will be disgusted! Even if there is only one spider left in the world, I will vomit!"

Velen waved his hands, including the mutilated wrist, in front of Inthrashis in a straddling motion: "I also want to dig Selvetam's flattering brain out of his filthy head, so Let me make his empty skull into a urinal! I will also turn my sister Eilistraee into a bitch to serve the dirtiest demons in the Abyss! Yes! By the way, that bitch Kiaran Sari Burn it for me!"

Inslaxis shrank nervously, feeling the god's wrath. While making his body size smaller, it doesn't look so obtrusive.

Not even daring to fart, Inslacis just lowered his head like a grandson, stood stiffly holding his breath, his eyes full of timidity.

"Huhuhu——" Velen breathed heavily, obviously trying to calm himself down, and then he smiled hypocritically at Inthrasis.

"Of course. Things should be prioritized. The most important thing comes first, Yugoros Mointhrasis." Velen gently raised his hand, touching Inthrasis' forehead, and a sharp stab of pain pierced through Ince Rashi's brain.

With the tearing pain, the images of four drow women appeared in his mind, and each vision corresponded to their names: Kundna Henett. Halis Moran, Yathrina Dill, and Danifehyan Till.

It was a very painful process, because the four images were directly branded on Inthraxis' soul by Velen with divine power.

Velen said: "These four whores have interesting origins and represent different forces. Maybe some want to become the chosen one of the spider whore, and some are trying to kill her."

"Then..." Inslaxis originally wanted to say, wouldn't it be better if someone helped you?

"No—I hate accidents! I hate probability! Who knows if the spider bitch expects a bitch who betrayed twice to be her chosen one?" Velen's roar made the whole castle shake again , he half-closed his small eyes and said: "Kill all four candidates. I repeat, I hate accidents."

"I understand!" Inslacis lowered his head like the most honest courtier.

"Very good! Very good...you will get the most precious thing in the world...that is my gratitude." After that. Velen grinned grimly, his whole body turned into a shadow and disappeared.

For a long time, Inslaxis still held his breath and stood stiffly. It seemed that he was afraid that Velen would turn back.

How long has it been? One minute? Still five minutes.

Realizing that he finally stepped back from the distance of only a thin line of death, Insracis finally let out a long breath of relief.

Then, he suddenly discovered that there was another existence sitting on his throne.

An extremely handsome, six-fingered embodiment of a demon soul.

Inslaxis had the intention of committing suicide. What day is it today, and two powerful beings in a row came to the door inexplicably.

He fell to his knees trembling. It seemed that the one who came was the real owner of the throne.

"Don't hurt me, I'll listen to you... the great Lord Wu'an." The big devil said with a squirming mouth.

"Hurt you? Why hurt you? I don't need to make such low-level threats like that unweaned child. Just because I am Graz'zt. That's enough." On the throne, Graz'zt smiled. The handsome face has a charming smile that is recognized across races.

right! Just relying on 'I am Graz'zt' is enough!

How domineering!

What a confidence!

His reputation is the proof! His name is power!

Compared with the kind of guy like Velen who can be domineering thanks to his mother's protection, this kind of demon lord who was killed with real swords and guns is even more terrifying!

Inslaxis' body was soaked as if he had been fished out of the river Styx.

"I will refuse him."

"Reject? Why refuse? Do you think I would like to help that female spider achieve powerful divine power? I just think your strength is not enough. I am willing to provide some powerful mercenaries to help you for free."

Grazte left, leaving behind a list.

Unfortunately, Inthraxis' fright was not over yet.

Because when he turned around, he suddenly found that there was another existence standing behind him.

It was the incarnation of Raven Yunfield, the god of death and shadow.

"Don't worry, I'll just take a look!"

Lei Wen took the piece of paper in the hands of the great demon standing in place, glanced at it, and smiled: "It's not enough, I think you need this." After that, he added something to Inslaxis ... (to be continued~^~)