THE DEMON KING'S EMPRESS
Dreamtime

The heart is not made of glass

It is not made of stone

But the heart is God's creation

How did God create?

What does it look like?

He is very soft, sometimes hard

easy to touch, easy to scratch, too,

easy to fix, but hard to forget

easy to close, easy to open

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"Cursue! Quickly catch him!!!"

"Damn! Where's the rancid boy running!"

"How is this boss?! We all lost track of him!"

"Dissociate soon, see you!"

A group of masked men wearing black robes began to scatter combing into the forest. It was as if they were hunting their prey that was escaping from their clutches. In another corner, two young men hid while sighing.

"Thank God they can't find us, Your Majesty."

"I don't think you're good at making this kind of magic."

"You're too complimentary, Your Majesty."

"Tell me where did you learn it, Blackie?"

"That's...."

PLOKS...PLOKS...PLOK!!!

Hearing the sound of applause from the other direction, the two young men turned towards the source of the voice. The two men's eyes turned. Spontaneous they make defensive moves.

" There's no need to be so serious, Prince Sirzechs. Hand over the thing in your hand!"

"Is this what you mean?!" sirzechs said as he took out a white cloth bag with a sun pattern from his mystical storage room.

"Give me that thing!"

"Take it if you can?!"

"Who are you?!" asked the head of the masked horde of men when he saw the silhouette of a black shadow walking towards the two of them.

Prince Sirzechs and Blackie turned their heads towards the silhouette of the black shadow walking towards them. The clattering of footsteps grew louder and louder and closer towards them. A black robe fluttered in a gust of strong wind. Granules of ice crystals danced in the strong wind around it. Every time he stepped his foot, the ice around him would break and disappear. A full moon covered in black clouds appeared and radiated its bright radiance illuminating the overcast night sky without stars. Its light seemed to be reflected off by the silhouette figure of a black shadow with its black robe fluttering. His head was covered by the black cape he was wearing. A few strands of his long black hair were scattered beside his face, dancing in the cold wind, as if the strands of hair were covering the mysterious face behind the black robe. The slender small body posture walked firmly towards them. The sharp gaze of the eyes with the curvature of a cold smile from his natural red lips, a face as white as the clouds in the sky, made the eyes of anyone who looked would be difficult to forget. The figure of the black shadow was clearly visible with the reflection of the full moon light on him. It is very clear what the face behind the black cloak looks like. The figure of a small young girl with her haughty face stared intently at the three men standing in front of her five meters away from her. The little girl saw the surrounding scenery full of corpses lying with ice arrows stuck in their bodies.

"Have you killed my men?!"

"Oh... So they're your men?!"

"Not much bacot! You killed them?!"

"I didn't kill him. It's just that there are little insects that hurt my friends. Of course I have to exterminate them."

"Fuck up! You said my men were insects! Accept this! Hiyaatt!" while raising his right hand and pointing it towards the black-robed little girl.

Thousands of sharp long swords shot out from the masked man's palm and flew towards the little girl. Seeing the thousands of flying swords pointing at him, instead of running or fighting back, he simply smiled sinisterly. Just an inch away from his face, the thousands of swords trembled as if limp helplessly against an enemy that possessed incredible strength, even if only with bare hands. There was the sound of sword vibrations accompanied by the sound of cracks, finally the thousands of swords were instantly annihilated in the blink of an eye without a remnant. Seeing the manner of his thousands of swords annihilated before his own eyes, the masked man was furious. Both of his eyes were red.

"Aiyoyo. I advise you not to consume too much goat meat. Not good for your health!"

"Tsk, it turns out you're alive, you rancid girl!"

"Are you sorry?!"

"Repent?! Buhahahahaha.hear! Everyone wants you and your family dead! Falling and ending up horribly?! It's a pity, if it turns out that a pesky carrying girl like you is still alive. Your luck is not bad!"

"Have you heard "bad guys are destined to die too long?!"

"You admit it too, Demon Queen?!"

" no. It's just that I like it. The more you hate me, the more you want my death, the greater my desire to make you live a life of unwilling death!" threaten the Queen with fiery sharp eyes ready to pounce on her prey. A black aura began to envelop his body.

"Queen Devil?! It meant he was "the murmur of Prince Sirzechs as he turned towards Blackie.

He looked at Blackie, who was looking at the little girl with teary eyes.

"It turns out he's still loyal to his master" the inner Prince Sirzechs

"Because you're here, die quietly!"

"You alone, old fox!"

The fight is inevitable. The two of them each fought by casting their magic. At first glance, ordinary people can judge who the winner is. Judging from the way they fought, only the Demon Queen was very relaxed. The masked man took out his last flagship style of "illusionary magic".

"Tsk, scum!"

"Hahaha, you're a fucking girl?!"

"Stop!!!"