Duke of Grief

Hearing what was spoken from the black dragon's mouth in front of him, the priest took a few deep breaths and barely pulled a gruesome grin.

"Your Excellency Cervantes!"

The priest raised his head, his eyes met the black dragon's eyes without any smile, his body shivered, and he quickly changed his eyes.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and the priest gritted his teeth and said, "... Actually, I already knew you were here!"

"Oh?" Cervantes raised his eyebrows. "What do you want to say? You already knew I was coming, so I contacted the Dragon Hunter Regiment earlier. This time I called the congregation just to attract me. In fact, The people of the Dragon Hunting Regiment have long been ambushed-is this what you want to say?"

A drop of cold sweat ran down the temple, the priest blinked, and his throat rolled up and down.

Everything he wanted to say was guessed!

Can't help but stretch his hand to touch behind him, but behind him is the table, facing the black dragon, he can't run away.

He found that his lips were trembling, and he bit his lips with his teeth. "Since that is the case, how dare you stand here?"

The priest glared at the eyes, but he dared not look directly at the eyes of the black dragon, fearing that he would be scared to sit on the ground.

It's terrifying, this black dragon is terrifying...

Hearing a sneer from the black dragon, he glanced casually at the plague believers behind the main priest, making them immediately stand still and dared not move any further.

"I want to ask you why I dare not?"

Cervantes reached out his hand and grabbed the head of the priest, forcing him to raise his head, and said softly without a smile: "Is the dragon hunter group very powerful? If they are really so powerful, why do they hide?" Get up? Why have they failed several times against me?"

"Master, I just stood there and listened for a few minutes, but no one found..."

Cervantes watched the fear slowly climb up to the man's face in front of him, his eyes narrowed even more, and only one slit remained.

Icy eyes poured out of this gap, turning like a chill on the face of the priest, making him involuntarily wide his eyes, his body stiff and unable to move.

"You didn't, they didn't... and the members of the "Dragon Hunter Regiment" you said..."

Like a whisper of a devil's ear, the priest's heart suddenly tightened and his face suddenly became distorted.

Lifting his arms weakly and covering his chest, the main priest lowered his breathing rate, because from now on, every breath of his will put a huge burden on the heart.

The arm supported on the table behind him suddenly became as soft as his legs. The priest's body slowly slipped and finally sat on the ground, looking up at the handsome face of the black dragon, covering his heart.

The eyes of the godless were wide open, and the heart twitched to give him a slight but fatal pain. The saliva Manman flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his strength was slowly passing from the body.

Black Dragon looked at the dying appearance of the priest, and continued with a small smile: "Are you just bluffing? I don’t think so, that is to say... you really contacted the Dragon Hunting Order, and they really sent Are people here? What about them?"

He looked up and smiled at the dying plague devotees who were watching his boss, "Can you tell me? What are you thinking about now?"

The priest's eyes rolled up and he felt that his body was slowly losing control, but he could do nothing...

what happened? what happened? What happened? !

"Uh... Uh..."

Cervantes's question did not awaken the plague believers, but the priest's cry for help on the occasion of the cessation scared them.

An indescribable fear has quietly occupied their hearts. Their bodies are trembling. Even if there is a bright flame floating beside the black dragon, they cannot see half of the light in their eyes.

"Why do you believe in the God of Plague?" The whisper seemed to echo continuously in the room, and the words were constantly replayed in their minds.

Cervantes lifted his foot and kicked the corpse of the priest to the side. He supported the table with his hands. He looked at the plague believers with different identities and asked with a smile: "Can you tell me..."

The pupils were trembling in the eyes, and everyone except Black Dragon bowed their heads without saying a word.

Their eyes fell on the body on the side!

The priest's body fell to the ground, his eyes were not dead, his wide eyes seemed to be watching...

If it wasn’t Cervantes’ foot, they would never see the corpse, because the corpse of the priest was lying under the table, and now they dare not move.

"Dead, dead..."

Suddenly, a congregation raised his head slowly, his face twisted with tears and sweat.

His facial muscles pulled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a desperate smile, "All are dead... all are dead..."

"It's all dead...all dead..."

He kept saying this in his mouth. He raised his hands, grabbed his head, grabbed his hair, and pulled hard, pulling his thick hair off his head!

"All dead! All dead!"

The others were startled by his reaction, and they turned around and stared at the performance of this guy who seemed to have turned crazy.

The maniac had bloodshot eyes and shouted with his teeth: "All are dead! All are dead! Everyone is dead!"

He tossed away the hair in his hand, and pulled out one hand from his head. His head dropped to the table and snarled: "Everyone is dead! Father, mother, Ariel... all dead." ! It's all dead!"

Cervantes sighed regretfully, "It's all dead..."

"Yeah, it's all dead..." He got the crazy man's answer, "Everyone is dead..."

The lunatic sat back in his seat, tilted his head, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

He grinned suddenly, folded his hands together, closed his eyes, and said sincerely: "Praise the plague..."

The plague seeds buried deep in the body suddenly exploded, and at the same time detonated the body of this church member.

call--

Several pedestrians scattered on the street suddenly heard a strange sound, turned their heads to look over, and the sudden burst of fire filled their vision.

The tongue of fire suddenly erupted from the doors and windows of the house, causing a heat wave.

The heat wave blew their coats and hem, and their hair was lifted by the hot wind, and the sudden rise in temperature heated their faces.

I stared blankly at the house lit by the flames for a while. I don't know who was the first to react and shouted in panic: "Fire!"

Then, all the pedestrians on the street came awake and hurriedly shouted, "Fire!"

They rushed around and shouted hurriedly, "Fire! Fire!"

After hearing these screams, the people around the house hurried out of the house and saw the house that had been completely engulfed in flames. They hurried back to their homes. "It's really on fire! Pack and pack and run!"

Hearing the shouting guard trembling and waking up from his doze~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I looked up and saw the firelight that crossed the roof of the excited house. I was tense and hurried to report to my superior.

"On fire! On fire! Find someone to put out the fire!"

After a hurry, the residents of the nearby urban area came to the well with wooden barrels and pots. The powerful man stirred the well rope to lift the water to extinguish the fire.

However, it didn't take long for the water to be poured into the water, and the fire slowly became smaller.

People only discovered this phenomenon after a few trips, and stood staring blankly at the house.

The flame did not spread towards the surrounding houses, but gradually extinguished, which made them feel absurd.

In the end, there was only a black ‘frame’ left there, still standing crookedly, and in the ruins, a man stood...

A man with long head and feet and a tail behind him! ()

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