Capítulo 968: Chapter 477: [Minotaur’s Palace of Illusion], Fenrir Realm_3
“ntor.”
“I thought it could be anyone…”
Favara looked at the handso man in front of her, her eyes revealing a complex and painful expression, slowly saying, “But I never expected it to be you, Boen.”
“I didn’t expect it to be you either.”
The handso man murmured softly, “In my mind, you have always been the image of wisdom and all-powerful.
I worship you, like I worship the sun in the sky.
But to think you would do sothing so foolish…”
The handso man’s tone suddenly turned cold, becoming deep and urgent, “One of the most renowned Elder Wizards of Valenza, with the Twilight Tower nad after you already preparing for construction. In a hundred years, oh no, just fifty years, you would beco the most prestigious person in Valenza…
Yet at this mont, you choose to betray all of Valenza, even the entire Realm!”
The handso man’s face beca sowhat twisted, his gaze fixed on Favara, shouting harshly, “Did you consider my situation when you made this decision?
Your disciple, bearing the title of the one who betrayed the Wolf God?!”
Faced with this interrogation, Favara opened her mouth, wanting to say sothing, but in the end, she lowered her gaze and sighed softly, “Sorry, Boen…”
The handso man’s anger had cooled, and he smiled once again.
“You don’t need to apologize to , ntor.
If you still consider your disciple, then…”
The handso man spoke in a gentle tone, “Please hand over that child.
Hand him to , and we will return together.
Everything is still salvageable, Lord Ruse will forgive all your past deeds, you are still the first Sage Wizard of Valenza….”
“You don’t know what that child represents, Boen.”
Favara shook her head, her expression serious, “I have not betrayed, quite the contrary, I am protecting you, protecting… this entire world.”
The handso man quietly watched Favara, taking several breaths, then spoke softly, “Lord Ruse was right, ntor.
The long years have decayed your wisdom, and ignorance has corroded your soul.
You should not sit in the high tower, but should be sent to the altar, becoming the sacrifice for the next ‘Holy al Day’…”
Upon hearing this, Favara’s expression also turned cold, “Boen, I truly don’t want to harm you.
Ruse should have co personally, not sent you here to die.”
The hem of Favara’s Magic Robe stirred, and the young boy who had appeared once before erged, glaring angrily at the handso man.
Upon seeing the boy, the handso man’s eyes brightened instantly.
“Is it him? Teacher, quickly hand over this child to !”
Favara ignored the man’s words and began chanting quietly, the three Elental Magic Balls around her shining brightly, once again becoming magnificent and radiant, emitting strong energy waves.
The handso man reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the boy, looking back at Favara.
Favara’s aura was rapidly climbing to a height he could hardly reach, yet the handso man was indifferent.
“Teacher, all I have is bestowed by you.
You understand … just as I understand you.”
The handso man spoke softly, “You have long known it was pursuing you, but pretended not to know, to stall for ti and recover, right?”
Favara remained expressionless, only lightly tapping the elental magic ball in front of her.
The handso man then smiled cunningly, saying, “Unfortunately, you don’t know, I am also deliberately stalling for ti.”
With that, the man raised his hand and threw sothing.
It looked like an ancient and rusted iron plate, with strange patterns engraved on its surface.
As the mont he threw it, strands of black-red flas leapt from the iron plate, quickly outlining a massive, ancient portal filled with dark and bloody style in mid-air.
Evil and terrible breaths spread throughout the area with the portal’s appearance, the black-red flas filled with corrupt taste, writhing like serpents, even the round moon in the sky seed to be tainted with a streak of black-red mysterious color.
Upon seeing the appearance of the portal, Favara’s originally calm deanor lost control, blurting out, “Purgatory Token?! Ruse actually took this thing out and gave it to you?!”
“Just a low-level trinket…”
The handso man laughed heartily, spreading his arms, his body nearly rged with the black-red portal overhead, exuding an endless evil and ancient aura.
“But to deal with you in this state, it’s more than enough!”
Finishing his words, the handso man raised his head, chanting the final spell in a frenzied and devout manner.
“Guardians of the endless purgatory, evil devourers, and the emissaries of sinful judgnt….”
Amidst the handso man’s chanting, Favara’s energy field was completely suppressed by the mysterious aura.
Intense spell fluctuations emanated from the center of the evil, ancient portal in the sky as the illusory portal burst open.
Endless, black-red flas like congealed blood erupted, accompanied by a sinister and terrifying low howl, a head that seed both dog-like and hideous suddenly erged from the portal.
Favara’s heart and mind shook violently, her face becoming extrely unsightly.
In stark contrast, the handso man appeared fervent and obsessed.
“Descend, Cerberus! Tear apart everything that opposes us…”
He spoke lightly, like a devout believer.
Finally, the head of the terrifying hellhound erged completely from the portal.
Then…
“Gulp—”
The massive, mountain-sized hideous dog head that had erged dropped like a teor from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground with a loud “boom”.
Following it, the second head, third head…
Pieces of limbs scattered like rain, continuously thrown out from behind the portal.
The handso man’s expression froze, as did Favara.
What was occurring before their eyes seed the complete opposite of what they expected.
Finally, when the last limb fell.
From behind the ancient portal that seed ready to close, a pair of slender and powerful hands suddenly reached out, forcefully pressing the sides of the portal.
Then, a tall and upright young figure slowly erged from behind the portal step by step.
The young shadow gently landed atop the mound of hellhound corpse limbs, the black Robe, dark as the night, was raised high by the frenzied air currents in the field, reflecting a dragon scale-like luster under the moonlight.
The motionless round moon overhead underwent a strange transformation at this mont, rapidly shifting from bright to oily green at a visible speed, and finally blinked several tis like an ominous and cunning eye.
Atop Corpse Mountain, the newly landed young shadow raised his head, staring at the green ghostly moon with wolf-like eyes that were fixed on him, speaking softly.
“Alazan, can you now detect where we’ve landed?”
“As expected, you should currently be in… Fenrir Realm.
Damien.”
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