Demon King

"Uh……"

With her long hair draped like a waterfall, Nafi clamped her legs and hugged Ivo's broad back, her teeth clung to Ivo's shoulders, and her body trembled and twitched. After a while, she stretched. His tight body softened, and he was muggy on the bed, panting like a whisper.

Ivo exhaled and retreated from the wetness and heat, and looked at Nafi's glamorous and charming face dozingly. Time seemed to stagnate on her, giving her a more mature and charming temperament, but not her nearly perfect appearance. It leaves a nick on it, as long as the senior mage is willing, the appearance will hardly age.

Nafi habitually embraced Ivo's waist with backhands, bowed her head on her broad chest, and said quietly, "Ivo, is there a way to break your curse?"

Ivo put his arms around Nafi's thin shoulders, rubbed her skin that was still as smooth as satin, and shook her head: "I already have a vague premonition. Only when I reach a high position can I break the curse."

Infertility, elemental aversion, and soul weakness, the three vicious curses are the fate of the simulacator. Over the past few decades, Ivo has felt the exhaustion and decline in the depths of the soul more and more frequently, and his time is running out.

Fortunately and unfortunately, the barrier of the main world has faded to only a thin layer, and after a while, the circumstances of the night that the pope and the patriarch died a few decades ago will reappear in the main world. , The curtain of twilight will be opened again.

"Arrival at the high position...too far away." Na Fei sighed softly, "You have been stuck in the legendary level for twenty years, and you have never found the threshold of high position."

"There is always a chance."

"I'm afraid it's too late." Na Fei said quietly.

Ivo played with Nafi's hair and asked in surprise, "Why do you say that."

Nafi got up and looked down at Ivo’s eyes, "I know the way you walked is a life of nine deaths, maybe when that day comes, you, me, and the whole world will be destroyed in catastrophe, I just want to give you life before death... a child."

Ivo was petting and stretched out his hand to stroke Nafi's cheek, "No one knows what the future will look like."

"You always do this, avoid this topic." Na Fei was angrily.

"It’s good to die or to live. After all, I have gone through this experience. God has given me a second chance. I have already earned it. Even if it makes me bear my fate, it is my duty to meet you. I was lucky for two periods of my life." Ivo smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, saying things that Nafi didn't understand but felt distressed.

"Shut up." Na Fei rolled her eyes suddenly, pushed with both hands domineeringly, and pushed Ivo down on the bed, her delicate body walked downstream like a snake, buried her head in the bed.

"His--" Ivo took a deep breath, his mind went blank, where he had the time to think about other things.

After a long time, a trace of soul transmission touched Ivo's nerves immersed in enjoyment.

"Come to see me in the place of return."

The voice of the saints.

Ivo immediately returned to his senses, exhaled, and said: "I want to leave."

"Is it important?" Na Fei raised her head and asked.

"If he is looking for me, it must mean that dusk is not far away." Ivo meant something. For decades, he had also guessed the identity of the saint.

"Are you leaving now?"

"Well, I'm in a hurry." Ivo was helpless, trying to get up.

"...Well, in a hurry."

Unexpectedly, Na Fei buried her head again and increased the frequency.

"Hi...I'm not talking about this in a hurry!"

"..."

"Slow down!"

"..."

"Uh!"

Ivo snorted and surrendered.

Nafei rolled her eyes, and the throat in the center of her neck protruded and slid up and down. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers, and whispered, "Is it not that tired?"

"I'm even more tired." Ivo grinned.

"Huh, bad stuff." Na Fei said in a bad mood, taking Ivo's clothes, Ivo put them on one by one, kissed Na Fei on the forehead, and turned to leave.

Nafi leaned against the door and looked at Ivo's back, just like every wife is watching her husband leave home.

...

When I came to the ghost sea, Ivo opened the entrance of the space by light car. The colorful barrier of the main world was much dimmer than decades ago. He often went to the place of return to collect chaos, turning the ghost sailor of the capital of the dead into the ashes, now of the dead. There are a total of 30,000 ashes. Once Ivo shocked the gods of the Sea of ​​Peace, the ruler of the land of return, but the land of return is very large, even if it is the **** of death Thanatos, it is impossible to lock the vast dead world with a glimpse of the smuggler at any time.

The number of ghost sailors in the capital of the dead has reached the upper limit of one million, and the core of the battleship has been strengthened to the top level, allowing the Ashes to leave the capital of the dead for ten miles without loading the ship.

Entering the land of return, Ivo saw the saints.

The saint still looks like a luminous and illusory human form. Over the past few decades, it seems that there has been no change. What kind of life can give birth to such a special soul?

Ivo actually had the answer in his mind.

"You are here, the Simulator."

The saint opened his mouth.

Ivo nodded, "Is there anything I need to say in person?"

The saint floated close to Ivo, staring into Ivo’s eyes with shining eyes, and sighed: "You can feel it too, dusk will come unexpectedly, not more than three years... I smell the breath of destiny, coveting the Lord The world’s sub-space powerhouse is about to move, the eyes of the gods cross the heavy crystal wall separating the heaven and the world, waiting for the demise of the barrier, do you remember the evening prophecy?"

Ivo nodded and slowly said: "The seven suns will fall, and the three moons will die. Those who steal the fruit will never be forgiven. The three crows of destiny will open the prelude to the fallen age, and the forgotten will reappear. The world. When the red and black demons turn to each other, when the evil bears the name of evil, a raging fire appears at the end of the dusk, burning the world, the demons staring at the ashes and ruins, smiling at each other."

The saint sighed: "The eternal night of the dark night calendar is the prelude to the twilight. Who is the one who steals the fruit? Who are the three crows and the forgotten? The red and black demons? The name of evil and evil? The fire at the end? These? What are they all?"

"Since the prophecy has been made clear, the destiny will eventually be answered."

After so many years of preparation, Ivo is no longer entangled in prophecy. Suddenly, he changed his conversation, staring at the saints firmly, and said every word: "If you don’t even know the truth of the prophecy, there is nothing in this world. People know."

The saint showed a complex expression of "it really is so", "you still found it."

Ivo said indifferently: "What should I call you, the founder of the church, a saint, or... an ancient god?"

When I saw the saints for the first time decades ago, Ivo was puzzled. The saints can travel through the worlds, hide under the eyes of the gods of the dead world, and prevent the dead souls from the worlds from entering the Sea of ​​Peace. Undiscovered, the color of the soul is pure and splendid that he has never seen before, and it contains vast and boundless energy. Even if the demigod killed by Ivo in decades, the soul cannot compare to one ten thousandth of the saint. How strong the saint was during his lifetime is completely a mystery. Even the dead soul of the strong cannot resist the rules of the world and will involuntarily go to the Sea of ​​Peace, but the saints are like beings floating outside the world, silently observing and watching. And the saints know too many secrets, it seems to exceed a certain standard. He established the church. He did not know how to pass on the true mission of the pope and the patriarch from generation to generation. He also developed special powers that can be used without devotion to the gods, so that the popes and patriarchs can maintain the highest level of the church. The standard of combat power. The core material for the transformation of the simulacrum is the flesh and blood of the ancient gods, which the saint claimed to have accidentally obtained, and handed them to Greganguo, but the flesh and blood of the ancient gods, how could it appear casually. And the hostility of the saints to the gods is too strong.

All the reasons are added together, and even if it is unbelievable, the answer is ready to come out.

Saints are ancient gods buried in the dust of history! Born in the most ancient times! Missing in the blank for three hundred years!

The saint sighed more times today than in the past few decades, and slowly said: "I am the last ancient god. Yes, I don’t know the exact direction of the prophecy. As an ancient god, I have a line of fate for the world. I have a unique perception and can make predictions vaguely, but I can’t really predict the future.”

Ivo nodded ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ This made sense. If the ancient gods knew exactly what would happen in the future, how could they use the words of clouds and mists as prophecies? At this time, Ivo was finally able to ask the doubts that had been lingering in his mind.

"Where have the ancient gods gone? What happened after three hundred years of blankness?"

The saint shook his head, "Twilight."

Ivo was taken aback.

"The three hundred years of blankness are the same as now..." The saint emphasized word by word, "The ancient gods set off the last twilight of life and charcoal."

Ivo was shocked.

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