Chapter 1656: Protecting the Clan

...The answer is actually very simple. "After taking Kane's words, Akara smiled.

"It's just because you ignored two points."

"What two points?"

"The first point is wisdom, the second point is the existence of the prophet."

"Is it that simple?" I asked in surprise. I thought Akara would explain a lot, but unexpectedly it was just two sentences.

"Well, how complicated can it be? Although there was indeed no one else present in that battle except Andariel and her men, as well as the burgundy demon and her Valkyrie, Kasha, but through the battlefield The analysis of the wreckage, coupled with the use of a little prophecy, is enough to predict the rough process and results."

"Including the burgundy demon who didn't die and went to hell?"

"This... can only be regarded as a guess at the time, and cannot be confirmed. After all, her Valkyrie is not dead, and the soul of the wine-red demon has not been found to fly to other places. After thinking about it, the only answer is the open door to hell at that time. Besides, , considering the character of the wine-red devil, this is also the most likely possibility."

"How to say?"

"You can think about Sharna's character, and then think about what she would have done if it were her at that time."

"Hmm..." I lowered my head and pondered.

If it were Sister Sharna...it wouldn't be that bad actually. Because the souls are all the same, it doesn't matter whether they change or not, if it's her. What exactly will be done?

After the soul escaped from Andalil's hands, given Sister Sharna's proud character...

"She will probably...I know." I clapped my hands and suddenly realized.

"That's right. With the arrogance and tenacity of the burgundy demon, how could she bother to escape? Her idea at the time was probably to seal the gate to hell and die together with Andariel."

That's it. If it were Sister Sharna, she would probably do the same thing, as long as Andariel stays in the second world. Destroying the gate of hell is equivalent to catching a turtle in a urn. Although in order to catch this turtle, the mainland may have to pay a lot of sacrifices, but if one of the four demon kings who have been poisoning the Dark Continent for thousands of years can be killed, such sacrifices, Compared to the disasters that the Dark Continent has suffered over the past ten thousand years. The accumulated hatred is something that everyone is willing to accept and willing to sacrifice their lives for.

It can be said that as long as it is possible to defeat the Four Demon Kings and Three Demon Gods, every adventurer is willing to give his life. This hatred that lasts for thousands of years has become the most noble mission engraved in the soul of every adventurer from the moment he changes his job.

The topic went astray, and it was all my fault that the old drunkard used the word "escape" to slander her summoner, which I didn't realize.

"Judging from the character of the burgundy demon, she should be desperate to destroy the gate of hell. However, as her Valkyrie, Kasha is still alive and well, and Andariel has also returned to hell safely, so we guess that it is very likely that It's possible that something went wrong at that time, and the wine-red demon didn't succeed, but was sucked into the gate of hell, so that can explain her disappearance."

"Basically, I understand. Now, let's go to the next question."

While I suddenly felt enlightened, I also sincerely admired the wisdom of these old people. According to Akara's explanation, in fact, the prophecy technique was used very little or not at all in the whole process. It was all based on the traces on the scene and the behavior of both sides of the battle. Character abilities are inferred.

Although after hearing the answer, I thought it was simple and everyone could guess it, but if it were you actually going to the scene to find clues and deduce the process, you might not even be able to fart.

"Suppose it is determined that the burgundy devil went to hell, why can she come back and become Sharna's sister? The old drunkard told me something, saying that somewhere in the Dark Continent, there is a magical space connected Hell, is this what happened?”

"That drunkard is really capable of bad things." After hearing what I said, Kane patted his forehead regretfully.

"I originally wanted to talk to you about this later, when you have enough strength, but I didn't expect that Kasha actually revealed it. It seems that he wanted to take revenge on us two old guys." Akara also said Da shook his head and affirmed.

"She is right, there is indeed such a space."

"Wouldn't that be terrible? The hell clan came through that space..." After receiving the confirmation, I was shocked.

"It's not that simple. That space existed a long, long time ago - I don't know exactly how long it was. I haven't heard that the Hell Clan could enter the Dark Continent through there."

"Although I say that, there is always Belial on the other side, which makes people uneasy. Maybe they will find a way to pass through this passage at some point."

"That's something that can't be helped. Why don't you think about it? Even if there isn't that channel, Belial is so smart and powerful. Maybe he will be able to build a world teleportation array and teleport the hell clan directly to the first world. Second World.”

"That's right." I laughed dryly.

With a monster-like existence like Belial, there is no way to prevent many things. You can only find ways to deal with them. It is not good to worry about things unfounded.

"So, did the soul of the wine-red demon really come back through that passage, and then be reincarnated into Sister Sharna by someone? Who is that person? Also, why can't the hell clan pass through that passage, but the wine What about the red devil’s soul?”

"Well..." Akara and Kane looked at each other and smiled.

"There is a more suitable person than us who can help you answer these questions."

"Who is it? How to find him?" "Far away in the horizon, but close in front of you."

"Okay, Grandma Akara, Grandpa Kane. Stop playing charades with me. My stomach is about to be pulled out by you."

"Look, you can't be a savior by being so anxious." The two old men pointed at me and shook their heads and laughed. But I didn’t continue to sell things off.

"That's the diner in your house, the princess with mysterious origins."

"Dinner...princess?" I tilted my head and thought, and suddenly an idea flashed. I thought of a guy who was selling his integrity.

If the pornographic maid sells her moral integrity, she is planning carefully, trying her best to save her moral integrity when I am away, and jumping off the building to sell it when we are together, then that princess is selling tons and tons of it at any time, with one hundred thousand as one The unit's crazy sales mentality never ends.

She is nothing but a little ghost. The second terrifying existence can make me lose my strength easily.

"You mean the red and white...ahem, miko princess?"

"That's right."

"Why her."

"It's very simple, because the miko clan has been guarding that space and the guardian clan of that passage for generations."

I:"……"

What’s going on with this sense of déjà vu coming at you so forcefully? It was like when playing Contra, the screen suddenly flashed and the screen turned into a circus with a red gay riding a blue gay happily jumping through fire rings.

But speaking of it. That guy did seem to have mentioned to me whether their clan was guarding or guarding something. It turned out to be this passage. "That guy...where did the miko princess go?" Akara reminded me, and I suddenly realized that I haven't seen the unscrupulous princess who was eating and drinking since I came back. Including dinner time.

"Don't worry, it's still in the camp. Go look for it. It should be quite easy to find." Akara didn't know what he thought of, and shook his head with a strange expression.

He seems to be still muttering: Are all the witches such weird people?

Okay, I already know very well that the unscrupulous red and white must be doing the moral sales thing again.

"The witches are the guardians of spaces and passages. So, the reincarnation of the burgundy demon as Sister Sharna might have been their work?"

I guessed this. After all, I had glimpsed some of the abilities of the shrine maidens from the Red and White Princess. I felt that their attributes pointed to the secret technique of reincarnation, which was within the scope of understanding.

"I don't know about this. The witches are also powerful people with spiritual power. The prophecy technique has very little effect on them. You'd better go and ask in person."

"By the way, I want to ask you a question to solve this century-old mystery, right?" I rolled my eyes. These two old foxes clearly wanted to use me as a gunman. They couldn't save face to ask, so they asked me Push to the front desk.

"Oh, how can you say it so harshly? Dear Wu, this is called exchanging information. We are a family."

Kane and Akara smiled and said, I clearly seemed to see two fox tails, which appeared from behind and swayed while the two were talking.

"Okay, I'll go, I'll go." After realizing the fact that I couldn't beat the other party, I responded with my head down in frustration.

After leaving the tent, it was already late at night. Although it took a lot of time, I still felt... as if I had heard something, but also as if I had not heard anything. Is it my imagination?

No matter first, we will find the Red and White Princess tomorrow. I hope I can get some useful information from her.

I came home and glanced around the corner.

A dead dog is not in his kennel.

So, is the little king going out too?

I'm not surprised, because it was always like this before I went to the third world. I'm no longer surprised. I just feel sorry for Artoria and Grandma Arlandan. Because of my poor supervision, little King Arthur has become I met a bad girl from the Bosozoku tribe who went for a walk on a Pekingese at night.

How sad, my majestic king... I pretended to wipe a few tears, looked at the doors, and suddenly realized that it was so late, and there seemed to be a faint light in Princess Sanwu's room.

Not sleeping? Hum hum, very good, I caught the opportunity.

I laughed hideously and cruelly, wishing I could take out a sharp dagger and gently lick the blade with my tongue to show the bloody violence in my heart.

He stood up on tiptoe, walked gently over, and opened the door a little. He originally wanted to jump in immediately and kill Princess Sanwu to catch her off guard, and see if her Sanwu face could show some other interesting expressions.

But the other two familiar voices and breaths coming from inside made my hands tremble. Stopped.

It was Xilusi and Aikolu, so late, and they were still hanging out with that little princess. No wonder she has become less and less like the baby girl I knew before. At first, I thought it was just a girl’s change...

Like any father worried about his children's misbehavior, I paused. From the crack in the door, he stared at what was going on inside.

"When the Duke of Beasts heard this, he was furious and roared loudly, my sister is mine, my sister is mine, and all the beautiful sisters in the world are mine, so he led her harem army to kill together..."

Under the caress of the bright light, on the cute pink bed, three girls, two on the left and right, were lying on the bed, wearing the same style of pajamas, with their heads together. I was listening to the person in the middle reading the manuscript in front of me in beautiful, crisp, but emotionless language.

In the soft light, the beautiful girls gather together intimately. What a harmonious scene this looks like.

If you can ignore what the guy in the middle is saying.

"...In this way, he killed all the men in that country and took possession of all the beautiful sisters. The Duke of Beasts ordered the craftsmen to build two castles for him, one called the Castle of Sisters' Power, and the other called the King of Sisters Castle. From then on, I lived a happy life with everyone.”

Oh oh oh, you idiot Sanwu, what on earth did you say in front of your daughter! !

I threw up the table angrily, but what my daughters said next really made me petrified and burst into tears.

"Dad is so awesome."

"Although it is very exciting, but... little sister Moli, can you continue to write stories about your daughter next time?"

"No problem." The other party replied coldly and confidently.

"No problem, your sister!!!"

I couldn't bear it anymore and rushed in like a red-eyed bull.

"Xilusi, Aikelu, be good, you go back to your room first, daddy has something to do with your little! Mo! Li! Sister! Sister! OK! OK! Chat! One! Chat!"

He tried his best to face the two precious princesses in a pleasant manner, but when he spoke later, the words were already squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Woo~~~"

The two shy and panicked daughters wailed and looked at Princess Sanwu and then at me.

"No problem." Princess Sanwu gave them a thumbs up coolly.

"Little sister Jasmine...take care."

Under my [father's majesty] gaze, Silos and Aikelu could only hug pillows and reluctantly gave up their own battle... No, I was imagining something without permission! It should be said that I helped them escape from the clutches of the devil!

After watching Xi Lusi and Ai Kelu leave, I closed the door and locked it. I turned around and suddenly found that Princess Sanwu on the bed was gone.

As soon as I glanced at it, I was instantly happy.

Who is that trembling mass of yours huddled in the corner in the [crouching defensive] position?

But don’t think that I will be so cute that I will forgive you.

He strode up quickly, picked up the petite trembling body, returned to the bed and sat down, letting it lie on his lap.

Then, without saying a word, I slapped Princess Sanwu on the butt... To be continued)! ~!