The Devil’s Cage

Chapter 502 Trial

Look at the mouth shape of ‘Qin Ran’.

Breed a glimpse.

The ‘Qin Ran’ in front of him was in Brede’s shackles, and it was turned into nothingness, disappearing from the black shackles.

Perhaps Brede is different from ordinary people in some respects.

But his strength is real.

Otherwise, he will not be allowed to preside over the plan.

Just at the moment when ‘Qin Ran’ disappeared, Brad did not look back, and he did not turn around. He jumped on the altar.

call!

Black is like a colloidal liquid that spurts out from his back, like a bursting underground pipe, which is shrouded in the ‘Qin Ran’ that appears behind him.

Different from the previous imprisonment.

This time the black colloidal liquid has a strong corrosion inside.

After drenching in the body of ‘Qin Ran’, breathing, ‘Qin Ran’ became a black and red-eyed cockroach.

I touched a liquid with strong corrosiveness, and a sardonic smile appeared on the face of the high evil spirit ‘Bloody Mary’.

"Evil spirit!"

Brad’s feverish voice roared.

"Damn!"

Brede’s cold voice was pronounced.

But this is just a more ridicule of ‘bloody Mary’.

It lifted his finger around the finger.

The rich black is boiling at this time.

The negative energy that shields the sun and erodes life rotates.

One after another vortex is generated on the flat.

The storm is coming.

A storm formed entirely of negative energy rises from the ground.

The mourning of the dead soul.

The roar of evil spirits.

Death is like a shadow.

Life is gone, never go back.

"A higher evil spirit. Are you scaring me?"

"Do you know that this is the stage I built, what happened here, and what I don't know?"

Brad’s frantic voice groaned.

The cold voice didn't open, it seemed to disdain the opening.

But someone spoke up.

And, not one.

"Frighten you? Damn guy, who do you think you are talking to?"

“Is it necessary? Very tired.”

"Looks like it's not good at all!"

"It's a pity that it looks too ugly!"

"I like his coat, I want it too!"

"Why don't I have such an altar?"

"Humph!"

In a word, one person.

Gradually appeared in the negative energy storm.

Every time a person appears, the negative energy of Ceylon is weak.

It is not dissipating, but gathering again.

Like a whale swallowing water, the negative energy that permeates the entire city and the surrounding area is concentrated in the square in the center of the city.

Or, to be more precise, it is gathering around the seven ‘people’.

The storm is getting more and more fierce.

Black lightning tears the sky and the earth.

The sky is infested and loses its light.

The earth is infested and loses its vitality.

The negative energy of black plunders the lives of countless souls in a far more violent manner than before.

but……

The seven ‘people’ who are in the eyes of such a storm are so comfortable.

The negative energy storm of the external violent storm is dexterous and docile to the ‘people’ inside.

A loyal slave is facing the master.

They are selflessly dedicated to themselves.

They make themselves a nourishment.

Nourish the most sinful original sin in the world.

Everything is following the rules of the world.

Seven figures, seven identical looks.

Seven seem to be the same Qin Ran.

But with seven different temperament.

In the storm of negative energy, they watched Brad.

A sinful breath.

The gaze of original sin.

At the last moment, Brad, who was so arrogant and screaming, was stiff at the moment, and his body seemed to be frozen.

From the heart, the coldness that broke into the depths of the soul spread all over the body.

Until the soul is frozen.

The higher evil spirit smiles.

It was like a courteous actor who bent over and gestured to the ‘spectators’ around him, and then disappeared.

Its mission has been completed.

The stage is reserved for color, desire, greed, overeating, laziness, anger, jealousy, and arrogance.

The seven original sins are raging here with their own minds.

Naturally, the mysterious side members from the ancient countries of the South are the targets of ravages.

Color. Looking for a smile, looking for a beautiful appearance.

Greed and jealousy together encourage the obsession of the target.

Anger is sneak in.

Gluttony and laziness cooperate with each other, and those selected goals quickly forget everything, only knowing to eat and sleep.

But the mysterious side members of these ancient southern countries did not find their own strange.

They think this is what they should pursue.

They began to forget the dogma and succumbed to their own desires.

They cheered and shouted.

Their lives are gone.

They are greeted by death.

"Ling, spirit ancestors!"

Brad had a hard time spitting out two words.

Not a fanatic.

It is not a cold voice.

It is completely, in the true sense, belongs to Brad’s own voice.

Brad has not used his voice for a long time.

There are both natural and factional reasons.

The road he chose made him unable to maintain more self.

Although he is very likely to complete the feat that no one in his faction can accomplish, everything in front of him is clearly telling him that everything is finished.

Not only his plans for years, but also his ambitions.

All fell short with the appearance of the ancestors.

"Barry!"

"The guy with the bastard!"

"I will definitely make you not to die!"

"And you!"

"Even if you are the spiritual ancestors!"

Fanatic, cold and real voice, three voices appeared in the mouth of Brad.

then--

boom!

Brand's skull, which was covered with scars, burst open like this.

Two spar sparkling with different light flew out of Brad's head.

boom!

The spar that flew out exploded almost at the moment of contact with the air.

Originally, Brad, who had lost his head and had a body, disappeared completely in such an explosion.

Not only the body, but the items that are carried with you are gone without a trace.

But the walls of the bank in Ceylon.

Or to be more precise: on the walls of the temples, the portraits of the gods began to flash and did not belong to the human world.

The portraits of each one are lit up.

Then, one by one is extinguished.

At the end of the day, only one of the most complete portraits was completely illuminated.

Holding a scorpion in one hand, holding a spear in one hand, and having three heads, the gods of men, lions, and snakes walked out slowly from the murals.

The figure is illusory and unreal.

Just like a man's head, his eyes are covered by a shawl.

"Judgement!"

The illusory figure shouted loudly.

The heads of men, lions and snakes screamed together.

The whistle is deafening.

In the next moment, it will be covered directly.

boom!

A figure that ignited a flame, like a falling meteor, fell quickly.

Flames.

Great sword.

When your head squats!

PS first more~

(End of this chapter)