The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The ground, which should have been made of dark stone, was now muddy with blood.

But the main reason was that the slate was splashed with blood and melted like a candle.

“Is this where you want to compensate me for my weapon?”

“It’s a… Fragment…”

“Not complete?” Caspian asked curiously.

“The complete… Is broken…”

Caspian was speechless.

“You are now… A weak chicken… If it is not broken… You… Can’t use it…”

While speaking, Caspian bent down and reached for the mud.

“What are you doing?” The guy in armor looked over.

Caspian’s actions made him feel puzzled.

But he also knew that with that guy’s identity, it was absolutely impossible for him to do anything useless.

And the environment here made him feel a little familiar and uneasy.

Looking around, the guy in armor suddenly seemed to remember something.

Under the armor, he suddenly shouted in shock and anger, “This is that place.

What are you looking for!”

However, it was too late for him to stop Caspian. The melted slate was like cold mud in the hand.

Caspian reached in and felt as if he had grabbed something like a chain.

The chain was very thick.

Although it had not been pulled out, it was probably as thick as an adult’s arm.

Caspian grabbed the chain and tore it apart.

Creak!

It was as if an old wooden gate had been opened.

In a trance, a thick historical smell came to him.

boundless, ancient, bloody,

sudden, Caspian felt as if his entire body was being squeezed, as if his soul was being crushed into

of imposing manner, then at its peak, just how terrifying of an

Boom!

on the

a volcano that had been accumulating and suppressing for a

light was extremely dazzling, like a peacock opening its

up from the foot

broke out from the ground, burning

out and

moment, he

blade was

it looked more like an old

of rust and

didn’t seem to be able to break a clay brick, let alone being stronger than

not think that it was

previous mistakes, Caspian remained reserved

too long…

Caspian was speechless.

this is useless? ” After hesitating for a

really… It

“What food?” Caspian asked.

in his right hand and touching Eight

would doubt whether the sickle, which looked like it had been soaked in water,

real situation was

the surface of Eight Desolate God-Terminator

a crash, Eight Desolate God-Terminator

But at this moment, he saw a red light shooting

an instant, he felt that

the feeling of a person

This weapon came alive.

that weapon… But it… More than enough to compensate you… However… If you want it to recover…

of sounds kept coming from

crackling sound, cracks as thin as hair appeared

blade… I used to… Call

same time, the guy in armor in the distance also

and

this thing still here?!” With a roar,

hands at the same time, grabbed the sharp spikes on his elbows, and pulled

sharp spike became a

long emerald swords were pulled