Chapter 1159: Chapter 445: Tower of the Witch Queen · Laluhabu_2
In this way, it widened its eyes, full of expectation.
"One, two, three..."
"There’s still no reaction. It seems this method won’t work; to think of stealing the lingering power of the Seven Sins Demon God... How absurd."
GuaGua felt a second of dejection.
Just then, a strange black fog suddenly surged out of the deep black Pillows of Sloth, as if a Black Dragon were emerging, fangs bared, claws spread, circling around.
"Eh?"
GuaGua instantly swept away his disappointment, his cheeks puffed, his face a picture of astonishment.
Bana, who was already feeling a tingling scalp, felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, her heart thumping like a drumbeat.
"How could a magical artifact created by the Seven Sins be used by an Alien Race?"
"What exactly is going on? Why do I sense the fluctuations of Space Law?"
"Be careful!"
Ye Hanjun’s muscles tensed in an instant as he tried to adapt.
But it was in vain; the black fog that turned into the Black Dragon made a loop, and a gigantic space vortex took shape.
In less time than a breath, all life units within the range were devoured by an unstoppable suction force.
"Xin, look over there, why has the sky turned so gloomy?"
"Holy shit, am I seeing things? It’s suddenly bright again, is it haunted?"
Mu Shoucong, who had stopped the small wooden boat in that region, repeatedly rubbed his eyes.
Lie Xinxin slowly set down the book in her hand, the calmness fading from her cheeks, replaced by rising confusion, thick as fog.
"The divine child’s aura... has vanished?"
"That shouldn’t be possible, the previous battle’s fluctuations were intense enough to determine a victor. What talk of change is there?"
With those words, Lie Xinxin took over the steering of the small wooden boat, propelling it with stronger Fire Elements.
In roughly five minutes, when the small wooden boat finally came to a stop, the battlefield appeared entirely desolate without any trace of living beings.
"Godslayer Asura... dead?"
"Ow!"
The shrunken Lie Shen, bit onto Red Onion in a flash.
The fierce look in his eyes seemed to say, don’t speak if you have nothing to say—as if having a mouth was pointless.
"Just a moment; unless it was The Fetus of God Sealing itself acting, it’s impossible to erase a divine child."
Lie Xinxin descended from the small wooden boat, landed on the battlefield, and looked around:
"There’s blood; most of it seems to be Demon Marshal Clark’s, with a minor amount likely belonging to Mu Yi."
"The divine children definitely aren’t dead. What happened here, where have they gone?"
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Land of Laziness, Tower of the Witch Queen · Ralu Habu.
A snoring sound, like a symphony orchestra of thousands, was performing a grand concert.
Suddenly, a vortex appeared out of nowhere, accompanied by thick black fog that quietly drifted into the top of the magic tower.
"Achoo!"
A Giant Beast sneezed loudly, then flipped over and buried its head into a pile of bones, showing no sign of waking.
The second head, the third head... As if a chain reaction had set off, inexplicably, each sleeping Demon’s breathing grew deeper, the quality of sleep increased by a notch.
"Guah, it seems we’ve stumbled into something formidable!"
GuaGua shivered, reverted back to his original form, and with a plop fell to the ground.
He rubbed his somewhat sore bottom and tried hard to stand back up.
However, a sudden weakness in his limbs left his eyes vacant.
Thereafter, an unprecedented deep sleepiness enveloped him inch by inch, like a hazing mist wrapping around his body.
"Not even I can stop this abnormal state... Big Tadpole... be... careful..."
"Raspy~~~"
Little GuaGua lying four-square on the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus, had a bubble emerge from his nose, growing and shrinking with his breaths.
Clearly, he was sleeping soundly, as if all troubles had been cast aside, and the world held no more worries.
And nearby, the frantic She Xiaoxiong, the vigilant Yang Xiaoqi, were equally unable to resist the sleepiness.
Even Mu Yi Hanba and Mo struggled with heavy eyelids and eventually lay peacefully on the ground.
"Click click click! Click click click!!"
In the center, a tall and mighty statue of a deity stood without a face, but with an erect figure.
On Its shoulders sat seven creatures, some rotund, some elusive, and some grotesquely shaped, each with their own flavor.
If Ye Hanjun had been awake, he would’ve recognized at a glance that this was the statue of the Seven Sins Demon God and the Seven Demon Queens.
Unlike the one seen in the Land of Lust, this belonged to The Demon Queen·Raffles, and the head had been chopped off.
From left to right, the fourth was a colossal female Demon, a strong build, wielding a spiked club.
She stood there, like an invincible war god, her bloodthirsty aura clear and evident.
Yet, upon looking up, one could discern.
This Demon Queen with closed eyes was somehow in a standing sleep, emanating a terrifying pressure.
Where her occipital bone should be, there was nothing.
The sudden addition of a black pillow, seemingly an innate magical artifact, fit snugly.
A deep gray energy storm, radiating from the pillow as its source, endlessly spread in all directions.
"Hu—h—"
"Snore, snore! Snore, snore!"
"Ah... ah... oooh... oooh..."
Below the statue, more than a dozen Primordial Sleep Demons lay haphazardly.
Some were heaped together, some buried in piles of bones, some coiled in corners.
Teeth-grinders, snorers, mysterious smilers... each markedly different.
Now, peace had been disturbed, and new uninvited guests had arrived.
They too lay here, devoid of dignity, and the one with the lion’s head even let out earth-shattering snores vying for the title of "number one loudest snorer" within the domain.
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...
I don’t know how much time had passed when Ye Hanjun felt warmth on his forehead as if touched by sunlight.
