Duke of Grief

No one expected that the plague god, who had not been seen for so many years, had been hiding in the Mohr business federation established by the goddess of wealth.

No matter how many times the plague church has been destroyed and how many blows it has suffered, as long as the plague **** has not died, they can recover from the broken edge again and again.

The deity is the core of a church. As long as the deity does not die, his believers still believe in him and follow his teachings, then a church will not perish.

Cervantes originally wanted to catch a fish, but it turned out that he really caught a big fish!

The **** of plague they had always wanted to deal with appeared in front of his eyes, knowing that he could not hide anymore, and announced his identity with impunity.

Licking some dry lips, Black Dragon's eyes narrowed, hehe laughed twice: "Marquis Dur... It seems I can't continue to call "you" anymore, right? Under the crown of the plague god?"

The God of Plague leaned on his cane, looked at him coldly, and said indifferently: "Who gives you the power to make you dare to call the name of God?"

Cervantes stepped up a few steps, passed those guards, walked behind them, and at the same time, pressed the button of the pocket watch.

-From this moment on, time begins to flow again!

The black dragon's figure disappeared into the line of sight, and the guards who charged came back suddenly, at this moment, the sound of the ringing finger was sounded in the ear.

"Of course, it's "power"!"

The crimson firelight reflected in the eyes, and the high-pitched laughter also passed into the ears. The fiery flame suddenly amplified in the eyes of the guards. They didn't even have time to react, and they were blasted to the ground by a fire python.

Cervantes snapped his fingers, and the six flames suddenly ignited behind him, and then the six flames turned into a flaming python, swallowing the guards behind him into the abdomen.

The plague **** looked at this scene with no expression, but no movement, his eyes were still cold.

"Is that all?" The plague **** asked coldly.

Cervantes carefully put his pocket watch in his storage bag. After hearing the word of the plague god, he looked up at him with a smile, his lips lightly opened: "It is better to worry about'you' yourself than worry about me Comfort, under the crown of the plague god..."

As the words fell, the plague **** raised his eyebrows and couldn't help shaking his beard.

He glanced darkly around him, and he frowned at the black dragon again. "You count me?!"

"After all, this is your home field!" Cervantes answered with a smile.

At this time, Ziegler, with a smile on his face, took the hand of the doll girl and slowly came from behind the plague god, and the crowd who had stood there had already ran away somehow. clean.

On the other side of the road, a young man in worn armor and two swords on his waist stood there, blocking the way.

His hands had been holding the handles of the two long swords in his waist, the surging holy power surged up, and a pair of murderous eyes stared straight at the God of Plague.

A legendary black dragon, a legendary red dragon, and a legendary paladin...

"That's it?" The God of Plague snorted.

Cervantes shrugged his hands and chuckled, "Guess what?"

The smile on the plague god's face disappeared quickly, and a low voice was issued: "Remove the disguise!"

With the order of the gods, a strong light bloomed before and after Cervantes.

The guards disguised their disguise, revealing their original appearance—

The simple turquoise armor draped over him, one with a rusty scimitar, one with a dry wooden stick, and his face was hidden behind the cold visor, with only a pair of emotionless eyes exposed in front of the person.

Cervantes smiled away and looked at those'guards' in silence.

"Envoy..."

Generally the same armor, the same posture, the same look, there is no difference except for height and body shape.

They are the "God Envoy" of the plague god, a fighting machine named "Plague Knight"!

The reason why the plague church keeps spreading the plague and creating panic in different parts of the continent is for the plague gods to gain divine power to summon these **** envoys?

Seeing the emergence of these envoys, Cervantes couldn't help but laughed at himself: "It turns out that you have long realized..."

After seeing the gods, the red dragon's eyes lit up. Instead of refusing to watch, the corners of his mouth could not help rising, pulling out a crazy arc.

The plague **** has long realized they are dealing with him? This is really an interesting thing!

"You clearly know that we are dealing with you and your church, but you are still hooked?" Cervantes looked weird and couldn't help laughing.

"I didn't expect you to be here..."

Scrubbing his cane, the **** of plague sighed: "Obviously, I have set up a bureau in the city-state alliance, but you didn't get in. Instead, I traced it to me... I have to say, you are out of luck good!"

"You set up a board in the city-state alliance, but unfortunately it was disturbed by a priest!"

Cervantes raised his head and couldn't help but laugh from the sky: "So until now I don't know what trap you set! It's so fun, it's so funny..."

However, after laughing, he sighed and shook his head: "It's such a pity..."

The plague **** looked at him silently, like he was watching a lunatic.

"kill him!"

His voice didn’t fall, and some of the gods standing behind the black dragon had disappeared in the same place~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Cervantes' wings spread out behind him, blocking six scimitars that were split at the same time. At the same time, the envoys raised a short staff.

With a glance behind his eyes, the black dragon spun around suddenly, flicking its tail and flying the six angels behind him.

At the same time, Grush, who could no longer hold back his surging power, also launched a charge.

The soles of the feet shattered the floor tiles, and the figure suddenly disappeared. The envoys surrounding the side of the plague **** simultaneously raised their scimitars and split them head-on against the paladin.

The middle-aged butler standing behind the plague **** suddenly turned his eyes wide and suddenly turned his head to look around. Guer uttered a rant, a light flashed in his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand, taking two or three steps and making one step, left Hit sideways.

Grush stopped suddenly, bent his knees, and looked at the gods with their eyes, their movements were as slow as snails in his eyes.

After grasping the handles of both swords with both hands, pull out suddenly!

Qiang-

When the two swords in Grush's hand crossed the waists of the envoys, they collided with a simple long sword and made a symphony of Jin Ge.

Looking at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in front of him, Grush's eyes flickered, "Holy Spirit..."

When Grush and the middle-aged people persisted, the fire suddenly turned on.

The eyes of the plague **** were glowing with fire, and he saw a giant claw covered with black scales suddenly protruding from the fire and grabbed the body of a god.

The angel was constantly struggling in the palm, but the raised thumb pressed his head into the chest cavity, and after a few convulsions, his voice was silent.

The flames surged, the **** of plague looked up and saw the black dragon's huge body stood upright, looking down on everyone's eyes flashing cold.

He dismissed his mouth lightly:

"Ants!"

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