Cthulhu Gonfalon

It’s a good thing that Viyer has already figured out that the “Celebration” priesthood has been stripped and the “Happiness” priesthood has been renewed.

He even did more than one rehearsal, how to do what he should do at the time, and how to deal with all kinds of emergencies to ensure that nothing is lost.

But there are more exercises, and it is not a substitute for practice.

For example, he did not think that when he really stripped the priesthood, it was so painful.

In fact, he has already done this kind of drill. He also borrowed a few sultry butchers from Morani. When he was practicing, he gave himself a three-hole and six-hole blood. He felt his pain in his mouth and felt his own feelings. Has been fully trained, and even suspected of self-abuse.

Now he understands that his original drill was actually far worse!

Do not say anything else, the pain of stripping the priesthood is far beyond his expectations, even beyond his imagination.

"Oh...small...small..." Because of the extreme pain, he couldn’t even scream, and he could only make a meaningless cluck from his throat, like a **** that had been shackled around his neck. It’s going to be mad.

This is of course just an illusion. Just pain is that there is no way to have a great god.

Just... There is such a very short moment, and Vier even thinks that it may be better to die if he is alive. After all, everyone knows that the dead spirit is not painful.

This ridiculous thought only existed at an extreme moment and was directly annihilated by Him. Then, regardless of the three seventy-one, he resisted the horror of terror, tried to stabilize the divested priesthood, and passed on the last point of contact between himself and the priesthood to pass it on to the Holy Spirit.

The white light shimmers, the original white robes, even the uncles of the men and women can not tell the difference between the moments of the gods, the gods will tear the white robe, inside is a very gentle smile, the eyes are like a crescent moon, A beautiful man who makes people feel good at first sight.

But they did not care about observing and understanding the new successor's celebration **** at this moment. Everyone's attention was placed on Vier.

The ritual is the most difficult and dangerous thing, and it really starts now!

The strength of Vijay, which has been stripped of the ceremonial priesthood, has fallen to the level of quasi-god. In particular, he himself is not good at war, and even can be said that even the gods are not there. I am afraid that a legendary peak of strength and tyranny will be able to find the teeth in this moment.

There is no doubt that the current Vier has been weak to the extreme. He found Ma Xiong before, and asked Xiong Xiong to help protect himself, and it was for the moment.

For a time, the attention of the gods was all concentrated on him, and no matter what else.

Just then, a mysterious visitor came out of a cage hidden in a small half-plane near the main plane.

"The opportunity is coming." The visitor was covered in black smoke, so that even his tall, thin and thin can't see clearly. His voice was changed by strange smoke, hoarse and low, and he couldn't hear it. "The poor madman and the green jellyfish are now busy with a big event, and they can't make it."

In the golden power of the cage, the shadow and the **** of the assassin Hasain opened his eyes.

He did not ask for reasons, but chose to believe.

I have already fallen to this point, what benefits can I deceive myself?

What's more, I have already done this, what else can I lose? What else is scared?

Death? Death is nothing to fear, and he never fears death.

So He smiled, and in the next moment, all the power was erupted without reservation.

The divine cage that trapped him was built by Joel Gadman, and with the power of His mighty power, the cage was naturally enough to completely trap a medium power. But when Hazarin broke out with all his strength, but he himself couldn’t pay attention because of the situation of Vijay, this cage suddenly appeared flaws that should not have been, and Hasalin hardly propped up a small one. Void.

The next moment, Hazarin's body burst directly in the cage, turning into a black flame. Most of the black fire was annihilated by the powerful power of the golden cage, but after all, there was still a glimpse of the small gap.

A trip is enough.

For Hazarin, even if only one body escapes from the cage, it means completely out of trouble.

When the black fire turned in the air, it changed back to Hazarin. He looked pale and pale, and looked a little tired, but the light in his eyes remained firm and there was no partial shake.

"What do you want to do next?" asked the figure shrouded in the smoke.

Hazarin did not answer at all, and the figure disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, in front of the tree of God at the edge of the Nether City to suppress and destroy the **** of fear, Dior, appeared in front of him.

His body is shrouded in a strange black flame that is constantly distorted. In this way, he is temporarily separated from the main plane, avoiding the enchantment of the original goddess who left the guardian of the main plane, and a thunder died.

But the black flame is clearly weakening, and it is obvious that His power is also weakening.

However, Hasaline did not care at all.

He had thought that everything was desperate, and now there is a glimmer of hope. For this hope, He does not care.

Deeply staring at the tree of God, the gaze seems to be able to see through the big tree, the figure that is sealed in the middle of the tree, always wearing a black armor. The shadow and the **** of assassination smiled a little, rushed up without hesitation, and burned all the remaining power of their own power in a flash. All the power was injected into the traditional artifact short knife "Soul of the Soul". To the tree of God.

The power of this knife is unparalleled. Even if the vitality of the tree is so strong, it can't bear it. In a flash, the leaves are yellow and rotten. It seems to have been eroded by countless years after it has died. It has been completely weathered.

At this moment, as long as a light breeze blows, this tree of gods will completely collapse and turn into countless debris.

However, among the **** trees, countless green veins shine.

In the next moment, the green light is filled with the tree that has been completely wilted and decayed, replacing its original structure and reshaping its body according to its previous appearance.

Still green, still squatting, just withered and decay, as if it was just an illusion.

But this scene, Hasaline has not seen it. That knife burned all of his power, and even the existence of the gods was burned out. From that moment on, there was no longer the existence of the character "shadow and assassination **** Hasaline" in the world.

When the heroes are determined to do something, they often say "unsuccessful, then benevolent", and Hazarin goes one step further. He does not care whether he can succeed or not, and directly takes his life as part of the chip. All of them have gone out.

"It's a great decisive!" Just a new tree from the wilting, a face emerged, and a closer look is exactly what Xiongxiong looks like on the earth.

Fortunately, he integrated a avatar into this tree of gods, and he was able to reshape the tree of God at the beginning of the millennium, avoiding the priesthood of the **** of fear.

Because of this, he did not have time to catch Hazarin again, only to watch the loyal assassin he admired him.

Secretly sighed, Yuxiong used a branch to roll up the artifact short knife that fell on the ground, earned it in the trunk, placed it next to the crystal of the fearful priesthood, and the darkness left after the collapse of the **** of fear collapsed and dissipated. Put them together.

"I don't know if you have a good relationship with each other during your lifetime, but I think that your relics should be put together and always be with each other." He said to himself, "Maybe someone will think that I am wrong, but I think, just Let these two artifacts serve as a memorial to you."

After that, the tree of God regained its silence, as if nothing had happened.