Evening Bell Church

"Things seem to be done, I should go back." Su Ge, who was lying on the bed, suddenly said.

Cheryl said with lingering thoughts: "Are you going to fool those sorceresses again?"

Su Ge glared: "Can preaching among believers be called fooling?!"

Cheryl curled her lips in disdain and said: "Shameless."

Boom!

Su Ge hugged Cheryl's face and kissed her hard: "I'll be quick."

After that, he lay beside her and fell asleep.

Cheryl pursed her lips, supported her body with her arms, looked at the sleeping Su Ge sideways, and smiled: "If this continues, this human will will continue to condense and solidify. When the time is right, it is time to solve the secret that even I don't know."

At the same time, the Land of Night.

The Land of Night, shrouded in the shadow of the abyss, is in the dim evening all year round.

Because of the dark environment, it nourishes countless evils and has become the focus of development of all cults.

Over the years, countless battles have taken place here, and countless people have died.

The position of the lords has been constantly changing, and even the shops on the streets are often renovated, but there are two areas that are eternal pure land.

One is the Hester family fortress located in the Blood Mist Peak.

The other is the old king's homeland located on the north side of the Night Land.

It is always so quiet here, even dead silent.

The abandoned land, the broken palaces, and the knights in armor standing there like statues all symbolize the long years and weirdness here.

This is a gray and dilapidated world. It seems that all outsiders standing here will lose their color and be quickly assimilated by the gray that has settled for countless years.

Or become the pale bones on the ground, or become the dust in the broken walls.

However, there is no absolute existence in the world. Some people are destined to be extraordinary, and they are destined to be unable to be assimilated by any existence.

Today, the eternally gray old king's wasteland ushered in an outsider.

She was a beautiful, kind, saint-like woman.

She wore a white robe, with beautiful feet that countless men coveted, and walked barefoot in this world woven by time and gray.

At this time, the white of her clothes and the black of her hair were so conspicuous, and they were particularly dazzling in this gray world, like a little light in the endless darkness.

The walking saint should have a calm face and be elegant.

However, the saint's face had a special ruddy look. This ruddy look did not make her have any blasphemous intentions, but only destroyed a certain inhuman taste on her body. Pulling an existence that was about to leave the human back to the definition of human.

Ada was a little annoyed, because she was a little tired after crossing half the world to come here, but just when she was about to meditate, the comfort and friction that upset her came again.

This made her already tired spirit even more chaotic.

Fortunately, her spirit was no longer human, and she finally calmed down at this moment and stepped into this forbidden land of the living.

The tender white fingers touched the face, the warmth and feeling left after the contact with the lips. Ada's mouth showed a rare soft smile belonging to humans, as if she was thinking of the person she missed the most in her heart.

In the midst of contemplation, a sharp sound of clicking sounded.

In the ruins of a house, a statue that had been standing for an unknown period of time became a living person.

The heavy dust on the body fell off like armor, revealing the gray armor with sword marks underneath.

"My king's palace will not welcome any outsiders." The warrior was wearing an oval helmet and his appearance was unclear. It seemed that he had not spoken for a long time, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if a stone mill was grinding bones.

Ada raised her head, and the longing and tenderness on her face instantly faded. That perfect and holy face revealed the inhuman appearance.

"You are not qualified, call your master out." Ada's tone was calm and calm, but it gave people an inhuman indifference. It was obviously very nice but chilling, like a robot without any emotions.

The warrior was silent after hearing this, and seemed to be operating his brain circuits that had not been used for a long time more freely.

A few seconds later, the warrior replied: "My king is sleeping and will not see anyone. Leave now."

"I know whether she is asleep or not. I will say it for the last time. Get out of the way." Ada replied indifferently.

Kakaka...

The scabbard filled with rust and dust made a harsh sound. The warrior had already drawn his broadsword and looked at Ada with cold eyes.

"What a group of loyal warriors. This reminds me of the knights under that little guy." Ada looked at the warrior's decisive appearance, and a smile flashed across her face.

The smile only flashed, and she raised her hand at the same time.

The saint is always heartless and takes the people's heart as his heart.

If the people are heartless and ruthless, the saint will naturally be heartless and ruthless.

The moment Ada raised her hand, the warrior suddenly raised his broadsword to protect himself as if facing a great enemy, and his whole body suddenly burst out with countless terrifying heat. This is the fire form of the undead.

However, the next second, the invisible force had completely entangled his body.

The open fingers gradually tightened, and the indescribable existence quickly crushed the warrior.

At the critical moment...

In the depths of the palace, a dark light suddenly came and hit Ada.

Ada did not move, as if she did not see the light.

Boom!

A crash sounded, and the black light did not hit Ada, but the warrior's body.

Ada's invisible hand holding him was interrupted directly.

The warrior who regained his freedom did not speak, but stood quietly in the same place without moving.

"Come in, I've been waiting for you for a while." The cold and mature female voice came from somewhere.

That tone, that artistic conception, was like a lonely king who was high above.

After listening, Ada took a step and walked into the depths of the ruins.

The warrior looked at Ada's back, and after a moment of silence, he returned to his original position, sheathed his sword, closed his eyes and remained motionless, turning into a statue again.

Passing through the ruins full of bricks and broken walls, Ada finally came to a huge palace that had been mostly destroyed.

The palace was full of warriors who looked like statues.

The huge hall was full of dust, collapsed pillars and fallen bricks and tiles.

At the end of the hall, there is a throne high above.

The throne made of some kind of black stone has gone through countless years and is still as bright and clean as new.

On the throne, there is a king with a delicate figure.

She is wearing a black, scaly armor. The scale skirt of her lower body covers her legs.

The armor on her upper body is exquisite and close-fitting, with dragon-shaped patterns.

Her fair face is exquisite and beautiful, with a black eye mask on her face.

Her silver hair is coiled on top of her head, with a dark golden crown on it.

There are four towering dragon horns on the crown, and each dragon horn is dotted with gems like stars.

The crown has obviously undergone special treatment. Even though it has gone through countless years, it is still bright and shining, like the stars in the sky, like a gem that never fades, luxurious and noble.

Who would have thought that the old king who ruled over countless terrifying undead knights, was actually such a small woman with a delicate face?

Time to sleep, good night everyone.