Cthulhu Gonfalon

"One, two, three, four, five, six... a total of six." The aristocratic **** church worshipped the eyes and counted the powerful breath suddenly appearing on the church of knowledge. Frightened, but a smile, "The **** of knowledge really dare to pay the cost, and suddenly fell into six incarnations."

"Some little, one person is not enough." The old man in the old, middle and young trio sighed and looked a little depressed.

"Are we fighting, or are they waiting for them?" asked the female mage who was retreating from the striker and was good at space spells.

The Great Sacrifice did not answer, but told the assistants around me: "Also let our saints prepare and prepare for God."

The assistant nodded and was ready to go.

She said to several legendary strongmen: "There should be a sufficient advantage by saying that nine to seven. But the method of the gods is difficult to speculate, so I intend to ask for the fall of the two incarnations, not for anything else, at least The means to see through each other."

The legendary powerhouses will naturally not object, although they are confident in their own strength, but there is a strong comrade-in-arms behind them, which is of course better.

After unifying the opinions, the big sacrifice smiled without temperature and took out a scarlet staff.

"I don't know how strong the incarnation of the **** of knowledge is, so let's try it first."

After she finished, she recited the spell, and the scarlet staff had a **** glory, which exudes the stench of the middle-aged man who wants to vomit. In a twinkling of an eye, she turns into a long red snake, a snakehead, and a demonish green light. The silk shouted and flew up, and circled in the air, turning it into a giant python that swallowed the big living, rolled up a hurricane, and flew toward the position of the Church of Knowledge.

This is another very powerful treasure. Although it is far less than the wrath of the sky, it can be placed in many small churches, and it is enough to be the treasure of the town.

It is made from a legendary poisonous scorpion, and the first step in refining is to take away the soul of the drug lord and replace the soul of a living person. Then through a lot of vicious and horrible links, it eventually turned into this horrible weapon.

The poisonous scorpion that flies to the Church of Knowledge has powerful spell resistance, and most spells are useless to it. And its body is more sturdy and powerful. As long as you are entangled in the body and then twisted, even an iron ingot will be easily broken into iron slag.

Not only that, it is extremely toxic. If you are bitten, it is hard to survive even if it is a legendary strongman. Even if it is not bitten, it is enough to let the ordinary people die immediately.

Even more frightening is that people who are poisoned by this poisonous mist will mutate after a period of time and turn into a living corpse that is full of aggression. If people around you don't pay attention, they are likely to suffer secondary damage.

In the past years, some people used this wand to stir up a city with a legendary strongman. If it weren’t for the person who was found to kill it, perhaps the power of this wand would be enough. The city was destroyed.

The great sacrifice was found in the group of adventurers who found the man and killed him. But at that time she was an intermediate priest and took risks with a group of partners. They paid a huge price and sacrificed almost half of them before killing the warlock who manipulated the wand.

But when they went back to the report with the wand and the sorcerer's body, they were not welcome, grateful, and rewarding, but planted and sworded.

Just because the captain of the city patrol wants to swallow this wand.

In the end, a group of adventurers fled two. After two decades, the two men cooperated and once again set off a storm in the city, and the thirty-six soldiers who were involved in planting and chasing them were all left and right. Killed the light, and took the wand from the treasure house of the treasure house of the city.

Her last companion was severely wounded in that battle and died shortly after, and this wand became her possession. Over the years, it has been accompanied by the Great Lord's Sacrifice to the West, killing countless people and winning the name of Hehe.

Seeing the huge drug lords flying from the air, many people in the Church of Knowledge have changed their faces.

"Scarlet Poisonous Wand!" Someone exclaimed, "Beware!"

The lion frowned, looking at the poisonous cockroach that came flying, and the scepter waved and sent a signal.

With her order, at least twenty rounds of artillery fire flew toward the giant python, about two-thirds of the hit.

The python was beaten in the air for a few times, but it was not injured.

"Ordinary attacks have no effect on it." A priest who came from an adventurer said anxiously, "Only please take a shot!"

Saying, everyone’s eyes are on the few young men and women who are standing still and standing in a daze.

These are naturally the saints who have just accepted the descendants of the gods. Now they are not mortals, but the incarnation of the **** of knowledge.

The reason why they are standing still now is to save power and to adapt to the mortal body better, so that when fighting, they can exert more power.

I felt the gaze of everyone. One of the avatars opened their eyes and looked at the sky and whirls in the sky. From time to time, they sprayed poisonous mist, but they were forced by the intensive artillery of God to make it difficult to land.

"Sad man!" He sighed with a low sigh, his hand flashing, and a simple black long knife quickly appeared and was held tightly.

Then, he sighed and waved a knife into the air.

The knife fluttered as if there was no power at all, but left a trace of darkness in the air. It was a knife that broke the space, and the rest of the time was not lost. It turned into a dark knife and went straight to the poisonous to fly.

The soul of the drug lord is not too low in intelligence. When I saw the knife light, I knew that the coming was not good. I immediately screamed and screamed in the air. The scarlet radiance turned into a layer of scales, trying to block the knife.

But this did not help much, the black knife light easily penetrated those defenses and fell on it.

This knife does not seem to be heavy. It falls on the body of the drug lord, but it makes it violently shocked. It immediately turns into a red light and flies out. In a blink of an eye, it flies back to the front of the great sacrificial offering of the aristocratic **** church, and then changes back. The look of the wand fell to the ground.

The Great Sacrifice bent over and picked up the wand. I saw that the wand was near the end, and there was a dark mark, which seemed to be branded with a soldering iron.

She frowned and thought of the spell, only to find that her wand no longer responded to her.

After a close inspection, her face became more and more gloomy.

The human soul that was sealed inside the wand to control the poisonous scorpion has disappeared.

"It's a god's means." She silenced and said, "Although I didn't reinvent the wand, I overweighted the soul inside. Losing the soul, this wand is useless for the time being."

“Can it be repaired?” asked the assistant.

"Of course." The great sacrifice said, but there was no easy color on his face.

It is not difficult to fix it, provided that you are able to go back alive.

Seeing the power of this knife, her heart raised deep concern...