Chapter 1037 Return to the Resting Place

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The response Angel received was a cold glance from Fafnir.

At the same time, there was a gust of wind that made his cheeks hurt.

Angel sighed in his heart. It wasn't that he couldn't follow. He even hoped that Fafnir could go with him. After all, Fafnir's fighting power was obvious. With Fafnir's strength, ordinary villains didn't dare to come up and provoke him.

But Fafnir didn't seem to have the intention to go with him, but just followed him from a distance. Even if Angel was in danger, she would just watch from a distance.

Angel didn't understand what Fafnir meant.

Did he want to see how ants survive in the abyss? Or was he going to write a human observation diary?

No matter how much he complained in his heart, he couldn't get an answer. Angel could only shake his head and continue to move forward. He followed her. Anyway, she wouldn't kill him now, right?

When Angel flew towards the interlayer gate, Fafnir hesitated for a moment, but still followed him.

The reason why Fafnir followed Angel was just to know why Odkras would give such a task to a human apprentice? He even gave him the mark of fire.

Moreover, Fafnir knew very well that if she wanted to see Odkras, the other party would definitely not want to see her. But if Angel could complete Odkras's task and gain his friendship, would Odkras be able to see her?

It was precisely because of such an expectation that Fafnir decided to follow Angel to see it.

Besides, she had no other urgent matters at the moment.

In the misty canyon, Angel stood in front of a gate about 20 meters high.

The dark gate that appeared and disappeared in the mist came with a mysterious and magnificent momentum.

This was his second time to come to this interlayer gate. Looking at the carvings of various strange monsters on the facade, Angel was still shocked. Especially when he glimpsed the carving of the Abyss Dragon, Angel secretly looked back at Fafnir. Although the color was different, the appearance was extremely similar to Fafnir's real body.

Fafnir didn't feel anything. At most, she focused her eyes on the single eye surrounded by black mist at the top of the gate.

Through this eye, she seemed to see a demon god, in ancient time and space, raising his huge head and looking at her quietly.

"Another old immortal guy." Fafnir cursed in his heart.

Angel was ready to cross this layer of the gate, but he found that he overestimated himself... He couldn't push this door open.

There is a setting for the cross-layer door. If you want to push this door open, you must at least have the strength to enter behind this door. And behind this door is the third layer of the abyss. With Angel's strength, going to the third layer of the abyss is basically looking for death, so naturally he can't push the door open.

After standing awkwardly in front of the closed door for a few minutes, Angel walked towards Fafnir in dejection.

Fafnir sneered. In fact, there is another way to the third floor of the abyss. There is no gate for strength testing there. When she took Angel to the Ice Valley, she took that road.

But she didn't expect that Angel would go to the third floor this time and take this inter-layer door.

He deserved it.

"Respected Lord Fafnir, I wonder if you can help a lowly human with a little help?" Angel smiled awkwardly and walked to Fafnir's side.

Fafnir just looked at Angel steadily, with a strong sense of ridicule in his eyes.

They looked at each other in silence for a while.

Just when Angel thought that Fafnir would not help and he could only change his route. Fafnir suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his hand in front of the gate, and gently pushed it.

The locked door was pushed open in an instant.

"Human, put away your disgusting expression. I am not helping you because I also want to go to the third floor." Fafnir turned his head and looked at Angel with a grateful face, and snorted coldly.

Fafnir's venomous tongue has been around for a long time. Since she met Fafnir, her sense of superiority has never fallen from the clouds. So Angel didn't care about the disgust in her tone, and continued to scold her and thank me.

After thanking her, Angel rushed over before the door was closed.

Behind the door was a vast snowfield on the third layer of the abyss.

Angel still remembered the route that Sinafa took last time, flying towards the direction of the Winter Palace of Nierting. Not surprisingly, Fafnir followed.

When he passed by the Winter Palace of Nierting, he did not enter it, but chose a direction and continued to fly forward.

He planned to go to the Silent Coast.

The task given to him by Odklas was to get the Fire Stone. And he pointed out a way for him to go to the Demon City Rasudran to find a half-blood demon.

Although it seems that he has only this way now, it does not mean that he has to follow this way.

He plans to go to the Resting Place to find Balalaika.

He remembered that Balalaika was a trader, and maybe she could get something from him.

Following Angel, Fafnir was initially wondering which route Angel would choose to go to the Demon City, but as Angel hurried on, her brows slowly furrowed.

The chosen route also made Fafnir feel confused. Going further, it would be the direction of the Silent Dead Sea.

What was he going to do in the Silent Dead Sea? Did he intend to ask the Doom Walker to help his bird get rid of the disaster?

Fafnir was confused until Angel stopped in front of a stone tablet, and her doubts were slowly resolved.

There was an inscription on the stone tablet: Undead Brigade, Resting Place.

When Angel saw this stone tablet, he felt a little uneasy. Although he knew that Balalaika was a businessman, he also knew that Balalaika hated human beings.

He didn't know if he could leave safely after entering his resting place.

Moreover, without the Resurrection Sand, he didn't know whether Balalaika was willing to make a deal with him.

He could only give it a try.

Angel took a deep breath and raised his feet to step over the stone monument.

In an instant, day and night change. The gloomy day outside seemed to be blown away by the wind, turning into a dark and silent night.

Meeting the night again, the changes in Angel's heart were completely opposite to those last time.

Sanders once said that the sea here is not the sea now; the night here is not the night now. They are all frozen in time, frozen in the last night before the gods fell.

Looking up at the sky, there are no stars or clouds.

It was obviously just an ordinary night, but because it was the longest night in the old world, it carried a sense of history.

There was a sound of footsteps beside him, it was Fafnir.

"I didn't expect you to come looking for this profiteer." Fafner's cold snort sounded in Angel's ears: "I advise you to leave. What she wants is not something you can afford."

Angel: "I just want to try."

Now that he has entered his resting place, Angel naturally has no intention of retreating. Regardless of whether it works or not, he is going to try.

Angel walked towards the cemetery not far away. The cemetery was still very quiet, with occasional phosphorus fire floating around.

Although it looked empty, Angel knew that there were many corpses of the undead brigade sleeping under this land.

He walked very lightly, as if he wanted to avoid disturbing the sleeping bones.

When he turned a quiet lane, Angel saw the small bar deep in the cemetery. The lonely lights, the cloth occasionally lifted by the wind, and the looming woman in the bar.

The scene was almost the same as before, except this time, there were two more figures at the door of the bar.

When Angel approached, he realized that one of the two figures at the door was a grave knight, and the other was a man wearing a bow tie and a tight-fitting dress.

Calling him a "person" was just Angel's first impression. When he saw the ferocious horns with spiral patterns on this man's forehead, he knew that he had guessed wrong. He was not a human being, but a half-blood demon.

However, the way he was dressed made it difficult for Angel to believe that he was dressed like a half-blood demon.

On the contrary, he is like a steward who manages an entire noble estate.

"Stian, the shop owner doesn't want to see you, please come back." The low buzzing voice of the Grave Knight came from his helmet.

The half-blood demon known as Stian first glanced at Angel with his eyes. His eyes were fixed on the flame mark on his earlobe and Angel's dark eyes for a moment, and then he turned his head. Look at the Grave Knight.

He raised an elegant smile: "Your Excellency Knight, my last name is Stian Trofer. Stian is just the most insignificant part of my last name. You can call me my full name, or just Trofer alone." Fair, too. Also, I just want to impress the charming Ms. Balalaika with my sincerity.”

A burst of mocking laughter came from the grave knight's visor: "Stian is the surname given to you by your mother, and Trofel is the nickname given to you by the Goat Demon. You actually disdain your mother's clan surname. At first glance, he is indeed a disgusting bastard.”

Stian's expression did not change at all because of the Tomb Knight's abuse, and he still maintained a delicate and elegant smile. The curve of the corners of his lips, the frequency of his blinks, and even the control of his facial muscles seemed to have been carefully calculated.

"Although I am indeed a hybrid of Neia and demons, I remember that the Undead Brigade is also made up of half-blood demons, right?" What Stian meant was that you and I are actually the same. If you call me a bastard, you Pretty much the same.

The grave knight sneered: "At least, I won't become a pawn of the devil."

After the grave knight finished speaking, he ignored Stian. This difficult guy was driven away again and again, and came in again and again, just to stay here, hoping that Balalaika could see him.

Moreover, Stian wanted Balalaika to see him, but it was not for his own sake, but for the goat demon who nicknamed him "Trofel".

The Goat Demon didn't dare to come himself, so he asked Stian to come for him.

But the Neia clan has an old relationship with Balalaika. Even if Balalaika was unwilling to make a deal with Stian, for the sake of the Neia clan, she did not force him to be driven away.

The Grave Knight ignored Stian and allowed him to stand gracefully in front of the bar as a doorman.

He turned his head and looked at Angel.

Although Angel deliberately modified the features of his eyes, the Grave Knight still recognized his face. If it were anyone else, he would have probably kicked him out by now, but Angel's words... need to be treated differently.

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