Chapter 67 It\'s Neville

[Wasteland]

Lord Vergo sat on his Bronze like throne while dark smokes revolved on the golden throne chair and dark eery laughter echoed from the void.

"The scarab... Where is it?"

Vergo's red evil eyes flickered and low growls erupted from him revealing his level of laughter.

"Elena.. That girl escaped" He paused. "She's with the scarab"

"You seem to have become too weak over the years Vergo, you could have easily captured her" The mysterious voice from the void echoed. "You purposely let her go"

Vergo broke into a sly smile, revealing his red fangs.

"She ran straight into Appolyon, my men couldn't get her..."

Vergo replied and the voice from the void chuckled unruly.

"If you wanted to bring down Appolyon down with your own Prowess, you would..." The voice said. "What stops you?"

Vergo grinned and the silent chamber hummed of spiritual energy and his stomach rumbled.

"Eramus still lives, that is why I'm taking my time..."

Vergo said.

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