683 Entrance (2/2)
Black spots could be found in the air mass. It had obviously been partly infiltrated by the negative and chaotic air of abyss.
Natasha's body suddenly blurred and melted with the silver sword, before she slashed at the dark figurine in midair.
To prevent the congregation of negative feelings, the most convenient and effective approach was definitely 'Sword of Truth'!
Malfurion threw out a few wood statues and turned them into dark green monsters, which rushed to the center of the altar, trying to take out the air of Nature's Heart.
The sky was suddenly darkened, and a baboon-like head surfaced from the darkness, with its eyes closed and its face full of scales.
In the meantime, a gigantic hand descended from the sky and snatched the figurine, ignoring Natasha's sword!
The mud on the plain that was saturated with blood collapsed, as if it could not handle the pressure. Chaotic, evil songs echoed from the void. They seemed to be hymns of darkness and profanity that were paying tributes to the leader of demons!
From the darkness around, dark tentacles moved close densely. Whatever they touched withered and decayed into mud.
The Moon Timer was still ticking in Lucien's right hand. Wary of the situation, he moved his thumb.
After a crack, the black tentacles stopped where they were, their colors fading away. The collapsing plain kept their current status. The decaying stones and wood monsters showed a certain art of destruction in their own way.
The dark hymns were gone, and the gigantic, scaled palm was frozen in midair.
In the effect of 'Advanced Time Stop', the baboon head in the sky suddenly opened its eyes!
In its eyes, green, red and gold colors changed rapidly, giving the feeling of havoc and wickedness.
Crack. The monochrome was gone, and all colors returned. Everything was restored to what it used to be before the Moon Timer was pressed!
It had broken 'Advanced Time Stop'!
”Prince of demons…” Malfurion and Lucien had both recognized the demon's identity!
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”Damn it. I knew that the Sovereign of Blood was unreliable! What did it do wrong this time?” After his smile froze, Lankshear cursed.
Ferragond was rather frustrated. He had only banished part of the projection of devils, and he was immobile due to the heavy wounds. Such a great opportunity to escape had been wasted!
Lankshear didn't dare be careless after the accident. He trapped Ferragond before he paced back and forth anxiously, waiting for the altar on the Scarlet Plain to be activated.
Suddenly, dark greenness surfaced in the void, and the green lines enshrouded by the negative air spread out, constructing an extremely complicated magic circle with Ferragond as the center.
Taking a breath in relief, Lankshear smiled in delight. ”Finally!”
Ferragond's body was blurred. Ugly faces appeared below the green, flourishing light on the surface.
Lankshear took out various items from his magic pouch, finishing the last procedure of the ritual. He did not intend to become a demigod immediately but hoped to reach the peak of legendary. He was certainly not reckless enough to resort to a method that had yet to be confirmed.
Green, dark and dirty lines were illuminated one after another, forming another mysterious and complicated circle with himself as the center.
”Lankshear, curse you!” Shouted Ferragond miserably.
Lankshear smiled. ”Very good. Keep that status.”
He extended his right hand and pressed the center of the magic circle, connecting the two magic circles. Light and shadow interwoven with flowing energy.
Suddenly, the air around glowed in greenness, and the magic patterns around Ferragond's body were removed and melted into the magic circle around Lankshear!
Halos glittered, trapping Lankshear at the center of the magic circle.
”What's going on?” Lankshear was completely confused, not understanding what the changes were about.
Ferragond was also overwhelmed by the new change, equally puzzled why he had been saved!
The magic circle suddenly radiated, and the energy seemed to be spreading far away. The green colors soon became transparent, displaying the situation on the other heart.
That was a green, beating heart, in which a gorgeous lady in a dress of leaves was standing. Her blond hair was shining, and her skin was also covered in shallow greenness. She had profound, deep eyes and a hallowed face.
”Your Majesty!”
”Your Majesty!”
Lankshear and Ferragond shouted in astonishment.