Chapter 381: Isabella

Chapter 381 Isabella
At dawn, the first place to shine in the golden sun is the holy mountain.
At this moment, the holy mountain is surrounded by the aperture and appears more sacred. The Kula Kuka people under the mountain all bowed to the ground, clasped their hands together, and prayed for a family.
At the top of the temple, the sacred song rings.
The hummingbird knight in the sky, constantly groaning, sprinkles white rain from time to time, adding a little holy meaning to the ceremony.
When the sun shines on the altar, the singers of a team around us step forward and stand up every few meters to form a large altar.
At this time, in the temple on the top of the mountain, a row of white robes in Phnom Penh, the head of the person is the only bald-headed white-bearded old man wearing a red robe.
"Welcome to the High Priest!" From the top of the mountain, all the way to the foot of the mountain, a consistent voice.
The bald-headed white-bearded old man faltered to the terrace in front of the mountain, facing the densely populated people. His expression is solemn, with a sad and depressing divinity.
"May my family grow up." The first sentence of the high priest was first given to the people of the mountain. Then, I started the ceremonial speech today: "Human lord, my family is almost extinct; it is the owner of the holy fort, giving us the renewal of the millennium... The existence of the ritual is to pay tribute to the owner of the holy castle."
When the high priest spoke, the shadow hiding on a tall tree suddenly said: "The old man has a strong energy response, but he is still a mortal."
Angel also discovered: "Long-term survival near the source of the law, even if it is a mortal, may also be contaminated with divinity."

The mortal knows nothing about power, so it can resist the temptation of the law. However, Isabel is also a bad taste. Here, the temple is built so that every year the Kula Kuka people come here to pay homage. They don’t know, they worship. It’s actually a piece of soul that his ancestor is about to be swallowed up.

"It is ironic, but... I always feel that Isabel should not do this kind of thing because of bad taste, for some other reason." It is a very strange thing to let mortals come to the source of the law. In the heart of Anger, a three-level wizard who stepped into the path of true knowledge should not do such boring things.
"Oh, what is the end of the story? This old man is not bad. There is no such long story about other gods. I thought he had to sing praises for several hours." Shadow attention has been placed on the temple, and the high priest’s speech is only In less than a minute, the ceremony began. "However, a large ceremonial, such an opening speech seems a bit perfunctory."
In the vision of Anger, although the expression of the high priest is solemn and full of respect for the holy fort, his eyes are full of complex emotions, and he is unclear.
"You said this high priest, do you know the magical power of West Pollock?" Anger suddenly asked.
"I shouldn't know." paused, and the shadow suddenly smiled. "But if he knows, and said these words in front of all the people, it is really interesting."
......
When the high priest announced that the singer was on the edge of the altar at the beginning of the ceremonies, he began to sing hymns.
A team of armored guards, carrying a gorgeous stretcher through the crowd, set foot on the central platform at the highest level of the altar. On the stretcher, there is a magic crystal that is almost as tall as their size. The four guards work together to put the magic crystal into the groove of the center of the altar.
When the radiance shines from the altar, the shadow whispers: "Come."
Looking at the familiar transmission volatility, Angel whispered: "Are you sure there will be no formal wizards coming?"
Shadow: "No, there is no official wizard when the old witch is not there."
As soon as the voice fell, a small figure in the center of the transmission array gradually emerged.
The dwarf is relative to the height of ordinary humans, but for the Kula Kuka, the coming is still a giant. Moreover, it is still a female giant.
Black tutu, black half veil, black long straight hair, pale skin, delicate cheeks.
From the outside, the coming person is a little girl of twelve or three years old. And Anger noticed that this little girl has no trace of extraordinary charm and looks like an ordinary mortal.
The little girl had been keeping her eyes closed, and when the aperture of the transmission array disappeared, she slowly opened her eyes.
The bright red eyelids, as soon as they opened, immediately looked at the position where Angel and Shadow were located.
Anger’s eyes flashed doubts. If this person is a mortal, how could he find them at first sight? But if it is a wizard apprentice, how strong is her perception?
"Diapollo, who is she?" Angel said.
The shadow did not return.
Angel didn't know that in the place he couldn't see, the shadow was shaking all over, his face was terrified, pointing to the woman who appeared on the altar... "How could it... How could she appear here?"
The little girl seemed to perceive the emotions of the shadows, and she gently licked her lips against the two.
The pink tongue is slightly twisted on the bright red lips. It seems like temptation, but also like bloodthirsty greed.
"Hey, who is this, isn't this little brother Diablo?" With a strange laughter, a sharp female voice suddenly got into the spiritual tie between Angel and Shadow.
Originally, Angel still kept calm, but the sound that suddenly came out made him stunned.
If the other party is directly transmitting the voice, he is not so surprised, but the other party not only did not destroy the spiritual ties, but directly forced into the spiritual ties, so that the original dialogue between the two sides became a three-party talks. This ability is definitely not something that ordinary wizard apprentices can do! Even...may not be an apprentice?
"I...Isabella, you, how can you..." The voice of the shadow twitched, passed from the heart of the band.
Anger looked in the direction of the shadow, although the shadow was hidden, but Angel could seem to feel the great fluctuations of his emotions.
Isabella? This name... How is it similar to Isabel, the king of sinking? Anger suddenly thought, yesterday, the shadow seems to have said that the old witch of the Black Castle is the apprentice of the King of Indulgence, everything is imitating her mentor, even the name...
Angel didn't dare to think about it anymore. Just thinking about it, his heart was jumping.
Wouldn't it be that the grown-up came?
"I, just want to see, you are not suitable for my future husband's apprentice." Isabella kept laughing and smiling, but her voice is still very clear. It is like there are two soundtracks at the same time, the laughter is the background sound, and the voice is the main body.
This is a woman with a background sound.
Angel now can't say that this is a "little girl", even if she is not big, but when she thinks about her possible identity, Angel has some fear.
"Look at your calf trembling, so afraid of me? Hey, I feel that you are not worthy of being his apprentice." Isabella's strange double track reappeared in the spiritual tie, "This little brother here. It is quite consistent."
Angel said that she should be talking about herself.
When he was about to say something, Isabella suddenly made a very high-pitched voice, and suddenly turned from the appreciation of the tone: "But I hate the blond! Diablo, kill him! Kill it! He, I will admit your status!"
"Come on, kill him! Kill him!"
No other sound in the spiritual tie can exist. Only "kill him" keeps brainwashing.
The shadow of the eyes suddenly became red, and he looked at the invisible Angel, slowly reaching out, the magic is slowly gathering... But at this moment, the shadow suddenly screamed, from the 'light and shadow' It disappears in the invisibility, tumbling constantly, and even falls heavily from the tree to the ground. The hand is holding your heart and you can't move.
The soul tie is still saying "kill him", but the shadow is completely self-contained at this time.
Anger stood in the tree and looked at the shadow that fell on the ground, without a word.
No suspense, the power of the contract broke out. If the shadow does not let go of his intent to kill him, he will inevitably die soon after the heart bursts.
But Isabella's repeated "killing him" is like hypnosis, and it is like a hint, so that the shadow completely forgets to think, just thinking about Angel. However, under the shackles of the contract, he could not do it at all, but instead harmed himself.
The shadow was still mournful on the ground, but Angel turned his head and looked at the altar.
The "little girl" Isabella stood at the top of the altar, and her lips twitched slightly, very strange. But what is even more bizarre is that time seems to have been solidified at this moment, the singer has not sung again, and the Kurakuka people around the altar are all frozen.
All the Kurakukars present at the scene were frozen at this moment.
Angel watched Isabella. "Although I don't know why you suddenly said that you want to kill me, if you really want me to die, you can come in person."
Isabella did not speak, still repeatedly urged the shadow to kill Angel.
Angel’s eyes flashed:
Sure enough, your real body has not come yet?

As the voice fell, Anger extended his hand, and a sigh of temperament slowly leached from his fingers.
With the advent of illusion, the settled Kula Kuka re-lived, and Isabella, standing in the center of the altar, showed a strange expression and slowly shattered into pieces.
"The illusion is very good, but... after all, it is just a illusion created by consciousness." Angel whispered.
As the illusion was broken, the Kula Kuka once again lived up, singing poetry and cheering cheers.
The light on the transmission array is still going on, and a black shadow is gradually appearing, but it is not the figure of Isabella.
Anger looked at the transmission and looked at the shadow on the ground. He gave a soft finger. A Wanyin illusion was opened, covering him and the shadow figure.
As Isabella's illusion disappeared, the shadow-red eyes returned to Qingming again.
"Call--" The shadows gasped and felt the body that had not been painful. After a short while, I said in a hoarse voice: "Being pitted by the old witch, I almost planted it here. Thank you!"
Anger calmly said: "I am hypnotizing you by sound. If you don't want to kill me, you shouldn't be tempted."
In the words of Angel, the shadow is a little embarrassing. However, his cheeks are thick, and when he gets up, he will be like nothing: "Cough, did the advent appear?... Hey, I’m really right, it’s really Fiona."
"I don't have to change the topic. I don't care what your subconscious mind thinks. Anyway, you remember that you owe me a love."
(End of this chapter)