The guard of the Kingdom of God suspended outside the Silver Tower turned his head. Including his gray mouth, the three gray mouths of the team were constantly devouring the most exquisite food on the entire table...
The group of Jacks and Queens in front of them were obviously shocked by his angelic appearance...
However, how could they know that this bluffing angelic posture was nothing more than a cover-up.
Even though they are King-level, the most powerful divine spell that the guards of the Kingdom of God can use is only "Act of Heaven's Punishment".
The Discipline sect's top magical technique, "God's Temporary Arrival," imitates the sacred things that represent the will of heaven in the mythical era. Even if he, a Call Sign sect, wants to master this magical technique, it will only be after the Ace level...
Now……
He looked at the white flame wings that he had simulated with his spiritual power, and was quite satisfied with the visual effect.
Now, it's just a shelf that looks like an angel.
However, this shelf is enough to ensure that these "low-ranking people" will not have the delusion of uniting and transgressing.
On the ranking list, the score of the "Guards of the Kingdom of God" team has exceeded the 2,000 mark, jumping to the first place in one fell swoop.
He was still suspended on guard, staring coldly at the night that had just formed...
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Three nightjars' heads rolled down the hillside like ignited tumbleweeds.
The night he created began to collapse, and pieces of black feathers withered at the edges.
Only the slender and strong body is still standing, and it seems that it intends to continue to attack the extremely evil thing...
Seeing his captain beheaded with his own eyes is such a visual impact that an ordinary Jack-level explorer cannot bear.
Pansha, who had always dared to fight and charge with the sharp sword, felt a strong sense of fear inexplicably.
This feeling of fear made her suddenly lose her fighting spirit, and she turned around and wanted to escape.
In a panic, she suddenly saw a black shadow flashing out in front of her.
The director of the Zangke Institute, who had been beaten to the point of almost annihilation by the guards of the Kingdom of God, emerged from nowhere. There was a strange rumbling sound in his belly, and a burst of yellow viscous liquid with a sour smell was sprayed in the face of the sharp sword Pansha.
As soon as the liquid touched Pansha's copper mask, a terrifying burst of smoke rose up.
The sharp sword Pansha's mask was instantly burned through, and with a burst of heart-rending screams, her face suddenly turned into a bloody skeleton.
But the acid still didn't seem to be satisfied and continued to steam on that face...
A mask of animal bones with remaining skin and flesh. The director of the skeletal institution stretched out his hand wrapped in a black robe. His fingers with black and green nails rubbed away the flesh and blood and drew an evil symbol on the skull's forehead.
The symbol burst into a burst of yellow-green light, and the dead sword Pansha closed the jaws of the blood skeleton and suddenly fell silent - her body was temporarily requisitioned and became a servant of the director of the corpse storage institute.
The last survivor of the Three-Sound Nighthawk team was not shaken by the deaths of his captain and teammates. On the contrary, the deaths of his teammates seemed to inspire his blood.
In the gradually collapsing darkness, under the withered black feathers, he roared something, which seemed to be the war song of some primitive tribe.
Then, he spit the fuel in his mouth onto himself.
His roar became louder and louder, and he turned the flame of the torch in his hand towards himself...
Violent flames surged over him - he surrendered his body and soul to the flames.
The emotional colors in the soul were tainted with the flames, and the huge flames actually burned out various blurred colors - blue sadness, orange excitement, purple depression, and... red anger.
The fire master seemed to suddenly feel no pain in the flames. His mouth opened and closed, still singing the war song.
Until the flame turned red with anger, and he pounced on the thorn monster.
The fire ignited by the soul not only ignited the sacred thorns again, but also ignited the delicacies there. The caviar boat floating in the "river" was ignited, burning the food into coke.
The fire master has burned himself out, and the bright red flames with scorching eyes are gradually weakening, but those weird vine whips can still be seen waving.
It seemed that even if the pot-shaped creature was thrown into the lava, it would remain unharmed.
At this time, the Deadwood Sage tore off the umbilical cord - he seemed much thinner and older, but he did not stop and stepped behind the sacred thorns.
Then, that strange holy object seemed to suddenly undergo some transformation——
In front of Xiao Mai Alliance, who was approaching step by step, it took back all the dancing wisteria whips into the strong pot,
Then, the pot body with rough skin like a hexagonal prism swelled for a while and then stopped.
Yueguang wanted to approach suspiciously, but unexpectedly——
As a fake, the "Ancient One" seemed to have completely abandoned its own form. The pot exploded violently, and the explosive growth of thorns and vines twisted and entangled into a wall.
"Xiao, there's not much time left!" Moonlight 1902 caught a glimpse of the towering silver candle that had mostly burned down, and even his face showed an anxious look - there might only be less than five minutes left.
"We must break through the past!"
All the delicious food is behind this wall of thorns!
The Alliance rushed towards the swirling wall of thorns.
Olivia started cutting the vine whip with her foot blade at a speed that was so fast that she couldn't even see the afterimage.
The moonlight played "Yesterday's Carnival", and the dancing undead jumped into the wall, grabbing and biting.
The "Holy Book" in Father Taylor's hand automatically turned to the page he wanted without any wind. The fingers of his right hand holding the diamond-shaped rosary were pointing toward the sky, and he read aloud the chapters of the Holy Book, while the white flames once again began to test the sacred thorns. Strength of.
Max's forearm had two cuts, and a pair of old hand axes came out of his arm and was held in his hand——
The remnants of the soldiers rushed to the wall like berserkers, and a pair of small hand axes cut out horrific wounds - as if they were deep cuts made by a giant axe.
However, the saturation attack failed to weaken the Wall of Thorns even a little bit——
This seed from ancient times, after completely devouring a person, chose to explode all the life energy in one breath according to the will of its believer to stop the Xiao Mai Alliance.
What's in front of me is obviously an obstacle that is beyond what Queen's specifications can handle.
Amidst the attacks from his companions, Sean stared through the mask at the abominable and disgusting wall.
He walked over quietly, raised his hand, and flicked his fingers...
Almost invisible to anyone, a black fungus secreted from the tips of his fingers.
It seemed like a light swing, but only he knew that the mass of matter full of life energy consumed nearly half of his spiritual power.
As if a drop of cursed black rain fell on the flourishing plants, the black fungi representing the power of the "Sheep of the Black Forest" seemed to have found some kind of excellent food - they began to devour it at an almost crazy speed. Wearing a fake "Ancient One" torso.
The power of the "Hessian Sheep" devours the "Ancient One", and this collision seems to be quite symbolic.
And this symbolism cannot but be felt by the witnesses at the scene and even those who are not present...
The "Deadwood Sage", who was eating hard to avoid being eliminated, felt inexplicably trembling all over. A shocking vision was born in his soul - a huge black beast swallowed him whole.
The "pseudo angel" suspended on the silver tower frowned at the wall of thorns where the black fungus suddenly spread, making it look like it was swallowed up by black flames, and frowned: "...the power of the old master?
"It's extremely ominous..." He looked at the man wearing the "Last Dance" mask, his eyes becoming dangerous.
High above the "clouds", overlooking everything happening on the dining table, Peter Pan showed a surprised expression for the first time.
On the burned tablecloth, black fungi swallowed up the twisting thorns, emitting bursts of cicada chirping.
Next to him, the naughty Michael Dolins adjusted his round glasses and wanted to tease the fungus with the silver fork in his hand, but Peter Pan raised his hand to stop him.
"Interesting..." A smile appeared on Peter Pan's face, "It turns out that an 'incredible' character has arrived."
And in a space farther away, with unknown dimensions, in the darkness, the tide of restless and churning black fungi is constantly condensing and dispersing - it is a volume that can almost swallow the moon.
Passing through the gap of time and space, the "Hessian Sheep Mother", the strange god who symbolized the proliferation and mutation of life, was trembling with joy.
Although hundreds of millions of years is not a long time for it, after all, it has been a long, long time since it tasted the bait called "Ancient One"...
The "deliciousness" at this moment brought back His memories.
And this memory made him understand that in a certain small dimension, a weak creature dared to use its power...
An unintentional sacrifice allowed Sean, who used the "Black Forest Sheep" divine feather, to be recognized by the deity for the first time.
The Divine Feather, which could only be regarded as the utilization of fragments, actually glowed with astonishing light, and dark spots appeared in the depths of the light. The Black Forest Sheep symbol actually became substantial - the black bacteria were in the air according to the The trajectory flows, forming a new totem.
Because I unintentionally pleased my deity, I gained a small amount of recognition...
Xiao En's divine feather actually entered the room.
