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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 851

The large throne was piled up with white bones.

At this moment, with their backs to Caspian and Jessica, those white bones opened their mouths wide, as if they were wailing.

The surrounding void was filled with a terrifying aura that made people shudder.

Jessica felt goosebumps all over her body standing up one by one.

"Are you the Dog God?"

Caspian narrowed his eyes and looked at the back of the chair.

"Creak, creak, creak-"

With the sound of steel being twisted, the White Bone Throne slowly rotated over.

When they saw the scene on the throne, Caspian and Jessica couldn't help gasping.

There was indeed a person sitting on the throne.

But this person had obviously been dead for many years.

His armor was mottled and tattered.

It seemed that with a slight knock, it would be completely broken.

The body exposed under the armor had long become a pile of bones.

There were even signs of weathered places.

However, this was not the most shocking thing.

After all, Caspian and Jessica had seen a lot of skeletons that had been dead for years.

But this corpse was obviously different.

Even though it was a corpse, its entire body released a feeling of devouring heaven and earth, destroying heaven and earth, great disaster, great terror.

It was as if it was the source of destruction.

Anything close to it would be doomed eternally.

In addition, the other thing was that the sitting posture of the corpse was almost exactly the same as that of the mountain from afar!

This was simply a Dog God Mountain that had shrunk by hundreds of thousands of times!

After Caspian asked the question, there was no response.

The hall was so quiet that one could hear one's heart beating.

At this moment, both Caspian and Jessica had a feeling that there was a pair of eyes peeping at them in the hall, calling them needles on their backs.

However, with such a large space, they could not find where the pair of eyes were hidden.

As time went by, the pressure in the void seemed to gradually increase.

As time went by, Jessica's face began to turn pale.

Caspian slightly frowned.

He did not intend to wait any longer.

Your Highness, no matter how strong you are in front of someone, you have something to say. Don't play tricks here.

He took a step directly toward the corpse.

At this moment, Caspian feels that the corpse seems to be alive and looking at him, but he still continues to walk.

Don't you want to say something?

Then I'll force you to speak!

"You have what I want."

Just as Caspian took the third step, an old voice rang out again.

However, the voice in the hall was not as deafening as before.

Caspian stopped. "What's that?"

"I... also want to know... so... I want to see..."

The voice suddenly became hesitant.

Just as Caspian was frowning, the whole voice added another sentence.

"It can help me... get rid of fate..."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall stone wall behind the white bone throne suddenly melted like a red candle.

And it melted very fast.

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