As Wu You held his popcorn, hundreds of thousands of alpacas were galloping across the Okavango in his mind.
Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!
Saraso, you must have been born into the wrong family!
This guy went to such lengths to "make" a show for an unknown astronomer.
What's even more infuriating is that, so far, only one actor has appeared in this scene.
That is the demon Sarazoben.
The only props used were the rainbow coral and "holy silver," and the demon minion can be considered a "preliminary set design."
What made Wu You even more amused and exasperated was that this guy had played both righteous heroes and evil villains.
How strong is this desire to perform?
But Wu You had to admit that Saraso's arrangement was indeed quite good.
Furthermore, details such as legends, psychology, and time were all taken into account during the process.
Although Saraso had previously been eager to tell Wu You about the script, Wu You chose to watch it live instead.
To be honest, Wu You thinks there aren't many good movies lately, and he's already watched all the classic ones.
At that moment, Saraso went to perform in a play, and he happened to be watching the 3D live broadcast.
Unexpectedly, this guy not only has superb acting skills, but is also a complete domineering actor on set.
Fortunately, the "rescue of justice" will surely arrive soon, and Sarazo, who has been playing the villain, will finally be able to spare some screen time for the other alchemical creatures.
At the same moment, within the network of the ancient tree's spirit, countless alchemical creatures watched with equal interest while simultaneously raging that Saraso was unfair.
We demand a boycott of tyrannical actors and those who monopolize the profits!
...
Inside the church, after the chandelier exploded, countless shards of artificial crystal fell from the ceiling.
Doyle and Lovett covered their heads, not knowing where to hide, their arms and bodies aching from being hit.
When they looked up again, Sola was already standing beside them.
Before the two could react, Sora grabbed them by the neck from both sides and lifted them into the air.
"Uh... cough..."
Her feet were off the ground, kicking wildly, and the feeling of suffocation made her face gradually turn red.
"Lovit Gerald, let's make a deal. If you give up your soul and agree to be my vessel, I'll let poor Doyle go. How about it?"
When Doyle heard this, he felt both anticipation and reluctance to let Lovett agree, for how could he trust the words of a demon?
"Cough... What will happen to me?"
"Yes, you'll die."
Lovett glanced at Doyle with difficulty, then looked at "Sola's" face.
"Release him... cough... you know who I'm talking about."
"Oh, how touching. It's a pity that even if someone from the Dark Sanctuary is just a nobody, I'd still want to chew him up."
"And also~"
Sora, who had just been smiling kindly, was now grinning so wide it was tearing her cheeks apart and revealing sharp, saw-like teeth.
You have no right to bargain!
The violent roar brought with it gusts of wind, causing all the wooden benches inside the church to slide backward.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
There is a window on each side of the church that bursts open from the outside in.
Two dark figures approached rapidly, one on the left and one on the right, their blurry forms trailing behind them. The weapons in their hands left silver afterimages, and following the momentum of their owners' movements, they pointed at "Sola" in the middle.
Doyle and Lovett had adapted to the darkness inside the church and could see some things, but they could barely keep up with the movements of the two men with the naked eye.
Even so, Lovett knew that it must have been Sora who called for "reinforcements" on the phone.
But Sora's initial prediction was wrong!
"careful...."
"Whoosh~"
The sound of sharp blades rang out, and one of the dark figures plunged the sword in its hand into the ground, narrowly avoiding the black wings that had appeared in its path at some unknown time, thanks to the enormous recoil.
"Sizzle~ Snap~~~"
The other person abruptly stopped midway by stepping on the broken floorboards. The silver in his hand transformed into a silver whip several meters long, the silver nails at the tip whipping through the air with a loud crack, and lashed hard at "Sola's" wing, which was tracing a path as it chased after the swordsman.
After striking its target, the whip was lashed out in another direction by its master's force, and wrapped around the swordsman's foot.
The two attackers instantly changed angles due to the interaction of the silver whips and rapidly approached their target again.
"Ta-da..."
"Sizzle~~"
"boom..."
...
In Lovett and Doyle's view, all they could see was the two raiders' dazzling coordination, their bodies and silver weapons turning into intricate afterimages.
Sora, whose hands had been struck by the silver whip and sent them flying to the side, quickly engaged in combat.
So strong!
Lovett and Doyle had the same thought at the same time.
"Roar~~~~"
A ripple spread out, and the two attackers were thrown back more than ten meters.
The three parties finally fell into a brief silence.
At this moment, Lovett and Doyle could vaguely make out who had come.
The one on the left is a woman wearing a black jacket and trousers, holding a silver whip several meters long, while the one on the right is a man holding a silver two-handed cross sword and wearing a dark trench coat.
Both of them were unharmed.
"Sizzle~~~~~"
"Sizzle~~~~~"
With that roar, "Sola" in the middle had lost her human form and transformed into a true demon.
The wounds inflicted by the holy silver weapon were covered in bluish-black blood, and wisps of white smoke rose from them with a hissing sound.
Sharp, shiny black horns, serrated eyes, a dark red face, hands with sharp fingertips, broad bat wings, and thick, hoofed legs.
That was the first time Lovett and Doyle had ever truly seen a real demon!
Mr. Doyle, who had been subjected to countless shocks, fainted.
Lovett was a little better off, but he still had a worry in his heart: Sora's companions had underestimated the demons.
Although they seem to have the upper hand at the moment.
"Clap clap clap clap..."
The demon in the middle, far from being angry, clapped its hands.
"Very good, very good... Two Templar Knights, and six Templar Warriors outside, not bad, two standard knight tactical squads."
"Tsk tsk, this body isn't all bad after all!"
The two knights of the Dark Sanctuary exchanged a glance and frowned simultaneously.
"Demon, relinquish the body you currently occupy, and we may allow you to return to your homeland."
The demon in the middle did not answer them.
Instead, they started moving their hands and feet.
"Crackling..." The joints of each finger and hoof all cracked loudly.
"Hmm, the body's rejection is getting weaker and weaker, so I can use about a quarter of my strength now."
A sense of foreboding surged through Lovett's mind. Damn it, he had just been stupid enough not to tell the two knights what Sora had deduced!
Lovett was about to open his mouth.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
The two loud bangs and the two figures that were knocked away in sight almost simultaneously transmitted the sensations to the brain.
The demon didn't move its body at all, at least not from Lovett's perspective.
However, he realized he had been deceived by his eyes, for a shallow pit had appeared beneath the demon's feet. 89
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