Chapter 367: Shadow Council

Fright, shock, doubt, anger.
Silas listened to the prince, all these emotions surging inside him.
Together with the other eight members of the Shadow Council, he was standing deep in the shadow court, on the labyrinth of spirals in Diago's private chamber.
A bunch of mottled afternoon sunlight cut through the darkness of the room, but all he could feel was that the depressing darkness was constantly approaching. He could not convince himself what he had just heard. If it were not for the shadow, he would kill Anyone who dares to make such a rebellious utterance.
From where he stood on that spiral, he could see the expressions of several other shadow guards.
Nutans frowned sadly, clenching his fists, and beside him, Francis gritted his teeth, and the emotions of the two made the black chip on the floor tremble.
Allede seemed calm, but his dynamism revealed his grief.
The shadow warlock Merovinga's two brothers were also shocked. Their bodies were shrouded in halos and sparks burst from their fingertips.
Necromancer Clovis looked terrified. His pale face was distorted by the fact that it was heavy and beyond imagination, and it looked like he was being tortured.
Silas expected that unbelievable things would happen, and he had had a hunch for several months, knowing that when Diego was madly working in private libraries and underground secret rooms, he must hide a terrible secret.
"This shouldn't be."
Nutans said he was the first to stand up.
"Dear you, this... this is a wrong decision."
Usually any night blade dreaming would never say this to the shadow prince (later called the shadow prince), but today’s events are simply ridiculous, and those words have long fallen on Silas’s mouth, just Nutans moved faster.
"grown ups."
Francis also stood up, his opposition was even causing Diego to frown, because this servant is so loyal in ordinary days that he can even die for him, but today...
"But let me ask again, is this the only way?"
"Why do you doubt me, my sharp edge?"
Diago's voice was low like a cello, his face was thinner than before, and he even looked haggard and withered, and his hot eyes had turned into dark gems, which would only flash in the deepest darkness. Faint light.
"My lord, I will always obey your orders, but casting this witchcraft requires trading with the most terrifying existence in the vast ocean. The names of those creatures are translated as... demons."
Diego sighed, and the other party's remarks seemed to disappoint him.
"In a long life, the knowledge I possessed is almost all-encompassing, Francis, don't lie about things that you don't know. I understand better than anyone, "demon" is nothing more than a vocabulary made by superficial fools, a long time ago... … I have encountered the existence in the vast ocean. At first, I mistaken it as the devil in mythology, but then I gradually realized that they are huge and unmatched wisdom. In the face of their vast power, the most in our world The bright stars are also dwarfed."
Such heretic remarks sound so harsh in Silas. An important task for their existence as secret guards in the past was to eliminate the heresy corrosion within the empire.
Seeing Silas' frustration, Diago turned his head and stared at him coldly.
"This kind of existence... can be traded with, and you might as well tell you that the empire did something similar very early. How do you think the portals in Wuqiu and the palace came from?"
"Excuse me, lord, what else would such a strong presence require?"
Nutans asked back, others could already feel that the anger on the Shadow King was accumulating.
"Can you really be confident that we can prevail in such a transaction?"
"We have no choice!"
In a blink of an eye, he was approaching before Nutans, his face slightly twisted by anger, and with a trace of indistinct...hunger.
"Ok has placed the knife on our neck! The empire is now being attacked on all sides, the beastmen are becoming stronger, and the traitors have been instigating the swaying nobles... we have no way to put all our power into the entanglement with Ok Fight! The empire needs breathing time."
At the next moment, he flew back to his throne like a breeze, but his shoulders dropped, like a person waiting for the executioner to drop the knife.
He was silent, waiting for the calmness of his subordinates and regaining his reason.
"grown ups."
The shadow shadow warlock, who had been silent for a while, stood up. He hid his face in a dark veil. The only thing that could prove his identity was the shiny seal on his finger.
He is Faramond Merovinga, the older brother of the two brothers.
"That ceremony required a dedication beyond imagination, and I'm not even sure if it is feasible."
"It must be possible! Faramond, immediately transport all the collected prisoners to the mountainous area of ​​Birtweiler."
Diago finally lost all his patience and gave orders directly.
Nutans' hands tremble unconsciously, and Diego's indifference to life frightens him.
"Adult! That's 30,000 souls! The cost of so much life...too high."
Nutans knelt in front of Diego and pleaded loudly.
"If we do nothing, how high will it cost, Nutans?"
As the Shadow King waved his hand gently, the door of the dark room suddenly opened, casting a cold light of the aisle into the hall.
"I have decided that I will perform the ceremony three days later! Call the Lord of Strangulation!"
"Comply."
Most people still understand the idea of ​​Diego, only Nutans is always in a state of loss, maybe his soul was shattered as early as the dawn in Cusconal.
After everyone left, Diago slumped back on his throne, and he stayed for a while, then suddenly covered his face with his hands.
"forgive me……"
When his hands were lowered, he looked even more withered and weak, and even the long hair of the shawl was like lifeless weeds.
Slowly, the silver-gray veins climbed from his neck to his face, his expression gradually stubborn, but also weaker.
He raised his right hand and gently pressed a ghost statue beside the throne.
In the deep sound of mechanical transmission, his throne slowly descended down to the depths of the dark room.
He stood up hard, pushed open the closed door, and staggered to the wall all the way to the depths. When he pushed open the last door, his dark eyes suddenly flashed.
This is a purgatory, a spacious rectangular dense room, and various types of terrible torture tools can be seen everywhere. Each of them has blood stains, broken bones and minced meat embedded between sharp blades and sharp spines, bringing a pungent smell .
Diago took a deep breath, his gray face receded a lot.
Seeing him walk in, several figures immediately stood and knelt down to him~EbookFREE.me~ They were all wearing white doctor robes, but they were contaminated by blood like a butcher's work clothes, and many iron hooks were hanging on their Around the waist, everyone's face is covered with a mask made of human skin.
They are called Hookmasters and are one of Diego's darkest secrets.
"I'm hungry...fast!"
His voice was violent like a beast going crazy at the moment. When he heard his words, the Hooker's door left and pushed a bald middle-aged man with limbs bound to the bed board from the side door.
"Ah, Mayor Vickia, a rare acquaintance."
After seeing the tearful man, Diago showed a wicked smile, he stepped forward and flicked the other person's grinning face, and then took off the other's mouth.
"Everyone thought you ran to New California, with embezzled imperial property."
"I beg you! I have given all the property to the empress! Prince! I haven’t really paid a penny! Really!"
"Yes, you are doing well, I will not kill you."
Diego smiled, although this smile was so infiltrating in this environment.
"That, that..."
"I have one last thing, I hope you can help."
"What, what."
Diago snapped his fingers, and the hook-hangers immediately erected the bed board to let the man face the Diago.
He turned around and took a sharp scalpel from a vessel filled with light yellow liquid.
"It is said that this potion can make people feel the marching ants crawling under the skin..."
He took the knife and slowly approached the trembling mayor with a harmless smile.
"...So, please, scream."
This plot may be obscure. If you don’t understand anything, you can ask questions in the comment area.