Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 187 Delaying Time
As Lord spoke, the dead silence was broken, and Graosam shifted his gaze from Celie to him.

In Graosam's vision, the black-haired and black-eyed man in front of him did not have the sharp and terrifying magic fluctuations of Celia, and seemed unusually calm.

But when his gaze swept over, Graosam felt as if all his disguises had been seen through, and even the demonic nature in the deepest part of his soul was seen clearly.

A huge sense of crisis originating from the instinct of life suddenly arose.

Who is this man?
Although Graosam had heard from Shulahat a long time ago that two hundred years ago, there was an extremely powerful human swordsman by Celie's side.

But he and Shulahat shared the same view.

Two hundred years had passed, and no matter how powerful that human swordsman was, he had long since turned into a pile of bones. In addition, he had never seen Lord, so he did not make a connection between the two at first.

Graosam understood the cold murderous intent in Celie's eyes and the terrifying aura that the mysterious man brought to him.

As long as the other party makes a move, I will be reduced to ashes in the next second.

No!

Absolutely not!

The erosion has reached its final stage!
He could feel that the core of the holy sword was being madly eroded by the power of the gods.

Just a little more time.

Between escaping and stalling for time, Graosam chose the latter. He tried hard to contain his demonic energy and forced a friendly smile on his face. "Lady Celia, I've long heard of your name. I didn't expect to see you here. My name is Graosam."

His eyes quickly swept between Celia and Lord. In the end, out of instinctive awe for Celia's thousand-year-old reputation, he chose to introduce himself to Celia.

"I think there might be some misunderstanding..."

However, the one who answered him was the black-haired man.

There was a subtle hint of amusement in Lord's voice: "Misunderstanding?"

He glanced at the Elsword entangled in twisted vines, then glanced at Graosom's forcedly calm face. "To dare even to tamper with the power of the Holy Sword? This is a huge misunderstanding."

I wonder what these demons are thinking? How dare they attack the Holy Sword Elsword?
This thing is used to absorb the power of faith, and this power belongs to the power of God. Ordinary magic can't have any effect on Elsword at all.

Although the power of the holy sword is still fighting against this filthy power, Lord is confident in his Elsword.

As long as the power is not at the same level, Elsword will never be defeated.

But for some reason, Lord felt a sense of familiarity from the twisted dark matter on the surface of Elsword.

So he took the initiative and asked: "Tell me what kind of magic you use? If I am in a good mood, I can leave you an intact body."

"You are joking, Your Excellency. Demons will dissipate immediately after death. How can there be a complete corpse?"

"Yes, after all, you have long lost the favor of the gods. You are the only life in this world without the gods' blessing. Therefore, when you die, even your body will turn directly into ashes and dissipate."

Graosam's heart was pounding!
Who on earth is this man?!
It was no secret that the demons had lost the favor of the gods. After all, in the mythological era, the demons would leave behind corpses when they died. It was not until the godslayer killed their gods that the demons began to dissipate directly upon death.

But why did I hear a hint of nostalgia in this man's tone?
As if the other person has experienced these things personally?
As a demon who excels in mental magic, Graosam is very sensitive to emotional matters. After all, only in this way can he use his magic to catalyze the other party's emotions.

And the emotions contained in the man's words just now were all sincere!
Not to mention the other party's seemingly indifferent gaze, which made Graosam feel a more suffocating sense of oppression than when he faced Celie.

Celia's strength is destructive and sharp, while this man's calmness seems to contain unknown terror.

But at this moment, Graosam had no time to delve into Lord's identity.

He saw Lord slightly raise his finger after speaking, a seemingly insignificant gesture that sent chills down Grao's spine. He was about to attack!
"Wait!" Graosam said quickly, "I have some information about Lord Shulahart and our Demon Race's newly appointed Demon King. I believe this will definitely pique your interest."

He bet!
I bet that this mysterious and powerful man in front of me would be interested in the word "Demon King".

After the first Demon King was killed a thousand years ago, the demon clan had no more Demon Kings and fell into a long state of division and dormancy.

The emergence of the new demon king means that the demon race has changed again, which is definitely news enough to shock the entire continent.

Sure enough, Lord's fingertips, which were about to be raised, paused slightly.

"Demon King?" Lord frowned. "Your demon race has given birth to a new Demon King?"

Lord didn't know when the demon king in the original book was born, so he couldn't be sure of the authenticity of Graosam's news.

In that case, let this guy say a few more words.

On the other side, Graosam clearly felt that the breath that was locking onto him had slowed down slightly.

He was ecstatic.

I made the right bet.

Celie looked at Lord, obviously surprised by the news as well.

A new demon king? This is no small matter.

"That's right!" Graosam seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and continued to stall. "Lord Shulahart discovered a trace of the essence left behind by the first Demon King at the site of the former Demon King's Castle. With this essence, we have found the perfect successor, a master with unparalleled talent and power. He has been revered by all demons as the new Demon King!"

What Graosam said was all true, because only in this way could he better deceive this man and better delay time.

Besides, it wouldn't matter even if they knew the news.

Because the rise of His Majesty the Demon King is irreversible, and this is something that no one can change.

While he was recounting this explosive news that would shock any leader of any faction, he was staring at the scene of the confrontation between the Holy Sword Elsword out of the corner of his eye.

Just the last bit.

Inside, where no one could see, the light at the core of the holy sword was being replaced by purple-black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the wailing sounds from the sword became weaker and weaker, replaced by more wildly twisted black tentacles on the surface of the sword.

Lord noticed all this, but for some reason, he did not stop it. He just listened quietly to Graosam's story without any change on his face, as if he was listening to an insignificant story.

And his silence, in Graosam's opinion, was the best response.

Time, what he needs most now is time!

"So, Lady Celia, and this powerful Lord, the situation on the continent is about to change..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because at this moment, a huge roar suddenly erupted from the inside of the holy sword Elsword.

hum! ! !
All the twisted black matter wrapped around the sword body and base suddenly shrank, and then poured into the holy sword like a tide.

Then, the holy sword Elsword... changed!
(End of this chapter)