In the process of destroying the "Mai" just now, a divine power mixed with withering characteristics clearly wanted to stop his actions.

But the content was too small, and there was also a part of the "repair" technique, and even the concept of "attack" could not be formed at all, and Rope dismantled it casually.

This made him sure that the behavior of destroying the node was indeed causing trouble to the priest of death.

So, how long can you sit securely... Your **** won't be able to return right away...

He smiled cruelly, and turned around to go to the next node of the judgment.

But the black-haired young man just started the space jump, a force cleverly interrupted his operation, locking the space he was in.

The power is not strong, but the technique displayed is very old, and it is definitely not something that this world can have.

What, did you come right after chanting...

Ropey was not surprised at all, the priest of death must come out sooner or later.

But a little strange, this power and the resistance that clearly prevents him from destroying the node are two different feelings...

Opening his reptile eyes, the black-haired young man looked around slightly.

Soon, he captured the human figure.

Sand, rustle, rustle.

The thick dead leaves were crushed by jade feet, and the silver-haired women in shabby nun robes came into view. She looked at Rope, with complicated feelings brewing in her dark golden eyes.

There is hatred, and there is pain.

"It turns out that it's really you... have forced us to this point, and are still unwilling to give up destroying our humble hope, even at the expense of the inevitable time... Cthulhu's minions... This is also what Yogg Sotos did. Okay?"

Can destroy the inevitable timeline of the inevitable arrival of a deity, and only the "one of all things" who personally ended her Lord's glory in ancient times.

"Miss, you better speak with respect."

Rope raised his brows.

"The one you call his name directly, but the benevolent **** who has given me a lot of help... If you insult the one who unites all things, I might make your death very painful for a while."

The black-haired youth suddenly laughed out loud and said sarcastically.

"I thought that the priest of death who made me spend so much time would be what kind of strong person, it turned out to be a dragon that just ignited the divinity?"

He could see through the true identity of the nun at a glance.

--Dragon.

No matter which world, dragons are synonymous with "powerful", these winged, wingless, aberrant, and old-fashioned creatures are one of the most frequently praised races. Humans alone have many illusions about dragons. .

But if this "powerful" rises to a vast independent race or a semi-god state, it is not worth mentioning. Dragons that do not possess divine nature are nothing more than edible food for them. Even if they possess divinity, the nature of dragons will make them less powerful.

Compared with other dragons, they may be born far inferior to them. However, for the existence of demigods with the help of acquired efforts to crown a demigod, it is really too few.

"..."

Alice ignored Rope's contempt.

At some point, her dark golden pupils had turned into vertical pupils.

"Cthulhu's minions, I don't want to go to war with you at this time..."

Her facial expression twitched, as if it was difficult to say the next words, but she still reluctantly said it herself.

"We... are not before. The "death pulse" behavior will create "chaos", and the return of our lord is in your interest. Isn't this something you have been eager to pursue? We...we don't need to be hostile anymore..."

No one knows how painful it was for Alice, who was once the "sue the dead," to say this.

It was as if an enemy who had been firmly hostile recognized as the "same camp", it was as if she was scraping her scales alive.

But this is true.

If you don’t agree with this, it means that believers who don’t agree with death have pursued the now frantic "Lord of the Dead" Azakaron for thousands of years.

This is faith-sad faith.

"Really, you are "comrades"..."

Luo Pei suddenly realized it, and then said playfully.

"It's a pity, I don't agree to your request. I am the savior who wants to save the world. If I reach a consensus with the "bad guys", the script will be messed up? "

He increased the tone of the word "bad guy", which was obviously the priest of death in front of Shao.

Alice was recruited.

The things they had always avoided thinking about were plainly placed in front of her, tearing the last veil of their "religious" disguise.

They are indeed doing what the evil **** would do.

Her breathing became heavy. Slowly, all the "alive" creatures around her began to suffer, and death exploded uncontrollably.

"Save this world..."

She glared at Rope.

"The evil god's minions, aren't you and your gods who have forced us to this point!? So far, what about saving the world, don't make people sick!"

"That's the truth, it's useless for you to be angry."

Rope opened his hands and said with a smile.

"Of course, the bad guys' anger and frustration are also in the script~"

"..."

No need to talk anymore.

Alice's sanity has disappeared.

With a dragon roar resounding through the sky, Luo Pei narrowed his eyes and looked at the huge shadow that gradually obscured the sun.

A dark gray dragon with two wings, five horns, and soaring in the sky.

Her wings just kept flying and the storm fanned out like death's breath, turning all the life in this forest into dust, and even spreading to the city on the other side of the mountain. The flame in her mouth is a predatory breath attached to "aging", used to take away the life of the undead.

The black-haired youth easily found information about this giant dragon.

"Lord of the Dead" Azakaron's dragon priests often have the posture-"Dragon of Death".