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——The Pan-Continent Divine Chosen Legion and the Temple Alliance had a fierce fight. Before that, the Holy Land of Dibia seemed to have been attacked by an unknown enemy!

——While attacking the Holy Land, the Pan-Continent God’s Chosen Legion did discover a weapon specially developed by the Temple Alliance to target the God’s Chosen! And many captured Chosen Ones were discovered. It is said that these test subjects have been tortured to the point of going crazy!

——This is a sinister plan against us!

——There is nothing left to say! Regardless of whether it is the Temple Alliance or the Sea Tribe, they are all our enemies!

——Everyone! We don't like war! But when the oppression comes to our head, we don’t hesitate to resist!

——The Pan-Continent Divine Chosen Army is not from the Temple Alliance from now on! But our own!

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When Zhao Nan woke up, it seemed that a very fierce battle was over. Although his body has recovered, his will power is still weak. The Lord of Tingfeng City is yawning as he watches the passionate declaration from the God-chosen party about the post-war war.

But it's more like self-comfort after defeat. Yes, even if the Holy Land is hit by a blank blow, it seems that it is not something that the Chosen Ones hoarding outside can handle. After the race of gods, there is no power of will. Even if the chosen ones have pseudo-immortality, they will have no advantage at all when facing believer warriors.

"Didn't you encounter the main force at that time... No wonder it was weaker than expected."

Galloping in the sky. Zhao Nan looked down. This is a valley with many people sitting on the ground. Some people fell directly to the ground and fell asleep. This is the Pan-Continent Divine Chosen Army that withdrew after attacking the Holy Land.

For the chosen ones, as long as they can't die, no matter how serious their injuries are, they can be recovered in the blink of an eye. Therefore, there are no so-called wounded here, only fewer people. But even so, it is inevitable to be exhausted and unable to move again after a fierce battle.

"This group of people is really bad. They are the Chosen Ones just like you, big brother. It is simply an insult to this name." These are the words from Sky Dragon.

Zhao Nan shook his head and said: "I am a little different. In fact, they are doing much better than I imagined. At least after this, Xia Lei Tolu will become very busy on the floating island, right? After all, there are so many Because of this battle, humans can transform into gods.

"It's just. Brother, why do you go to all the trouble to let the Temple Alliance break with the God's Chosen Legion? In this case, aren't you afraid that the Sea Tribe will take the opportunity to continue to advance?"

"Olysses, there is a saying in my hometown, 'Heroes emerge from troubled times, if the world is not in chaos. Where can heroes come from?"

The sky dragon who turned into a human body seemed not to understand the meaning of these words, and opened his eyes curiously.

Zhao Nan smiled and said softly: "Anyway, the progress is too slow."

Eulisis couldn't understand this sentence even more. It's just that his master and elder brother can do whatever he says.

"Let's go, I haven't been home for a while." Zhao Nan waved his hand.

The Ninth Princess, who was sleeping still in mid-air, was covered by a layer of transparent crystal... As if she was preserving the most beautiful piece of art in the world, Zhao Nan took it into her personal space among.

At the same time, the sky dragon returned to his pet space, and took one last look at the many chosen ones taking a rest in the valley. Zhao Nan quietly disappeared on the spot.

No one knew he had ever been there.

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Slowly wiping his sword.

The radiance that exists all the time in the holy land of Dibia has been tinged with a soft light in this sword competition for many years. While sitting alone on a boulder. When he raised the wiped sword above his head, behind the first divine envoy Claude, there were thousands of melting corpses.

It is said that the body of the chosen ones will appear in this condition after death.

But Claude didn't care - what he cared about was that among the thousands and more corpses before him, none of them was the target he wanted.

The holy land of Dibia suffered an unprecedented disaster. The murderer who caused the death of the Supreme Chancellor.

"Lord Claude, there is no longer a chosen one in the Holy Land."

A believer warrior flew over at this time. Falling behind Claude. The blood dyed his shirt dark red, and there was also a hint of fatigue on his face.

Although those chosen by God rarely have a will, and most of them are at the epic level, their real combat power is terrifying. Although this time they repelled the suddenly invading Legion of God's Chosen Ones, the Holy Land of Dibia is not too easy... At least, it is difficult for believer warriors to be like the God's Chosen Ones. Even if they are seriously injured, as long as they still have one breath left, can recover.

If they break their limbs, they really have their limbs broken.

"Bafidi! Come out to me!"

The solemn voice came very far away. After the voice came out, an old man heard it and came quickly. It is Bafidi, the current Grand Elder of the Temple of War.

"The battle is over." Claude looked at Bafidi calmly, "You can now tell me in detail who is the person who destroyed the Holy Land!"

"Claude...are you really planning to deal with that person?"

"Those who destroy my Holy Land must not be spared lightly!" Claude slowly put his beloved sword into its scabbard. "We cannot let the people of my Holy Land die in vain, nor can we let my Holy Land be left alone." Bullying!”

Bafidi let out a long sigh: "Claude, even if you weren't here at the time, I think you should have felt the terror of that will, right? The Supreme Council worked together and even triggered the defense force of the Holy Land, but the result is still... "

"So what?" Claude jumped down from the boulder and looked at Bafidi indifferently: "Our Temple Alliance has never been threatened by anyone! Has it ever been as useless as it is today?"

"Claude, if because of your provocation, the other party transfers their anger to my Holy Land again, and the Holy Land suffers such a terrible disaster again, can you bear the responsibility?" Bafidi said deeply. He took a deep breath and said with unprecedented seriousness.

"Then, as long as we kill the person before then, that's all right?"

There was no unexpected rebuttal, just this kind of oath-like, understatement. The number one envoy of the Holy Land Dibia reached out and peeled off the tortoise shell on himself!

A sword light swept across, and a huge cross scar appeared on Claude's face.

"Claude, you..." Bafidi opened his eyes and looked at the other party in disbelief, with a horrified look on his face: "You actually abandoned the glory of your Lord?"

"It's nothing. Originally, I didn't rely on anyone to hold this power. From now on, I have nothing to do with the Temple Alliance, and there is no such person as Claude in the world. I am now Mukaye... a man for revenge. And people who exist.”

Mukaye... is not a name, but a pronunciation of words in an ancient language that means revenge!

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The sound of footsteps ushered in the dim prison.

When the footsteps sounded, the people in the prison did not move at all. They just sat here and closed their eyes.

There are no shackles on him. If he needs to leave this prison, it will be a breeze. However this was not done.

Because he realized that it all seemed in vain. And the other party has no intention of sending anyone to guard it.

It's like following a special tacit understanding... I am here and never leave, just because of an attitude.

"How are you getting used to living here, Your Majesty the Holy Son?" came a voice that sounded like a greeting from an old friend. The person who came was one of the elders of the Kingdom of Dragon, a man named Ximen Yu.

"It's pretty quiet."

The moment he opened his eyes, the person who was sitting stood up at the same time, but never came closer - even though there was a non-threatening iron gate between them.

"You still don't plan to leave?" Ximen Yu fiddled with his palms leisurely, "You probably know better than me what is happening in the Holy Land now, right? Anyway, the conditions have been given to you, and you can actually do it at any time. go back."

Guan Qingfeng looked at Ximen Yu silently and said with ridicule: "Ximen, do you think that the Temple Alliance will really compromise with your Dragon Kingdom? That kind of religious organization has many ways of deceiving people, especially these close to A blind believer warrior."

"That's why I need you to go back and fight for something for me... As the Holy Son, what you say will naturally be different."

Guan Qingfeng sneered: "Don't forget, before becoming the Holy Son, I was also one of the chosen ones who invaded the Holy Land this time."

"Of course, you can do it, can't you?" Ximenyu chuckled and opened the iron gate in front of him - it was not locked in the first place.

He turned his body sideways and made a gesture of invitation, "If you are scared now and plan to return to the formation of the God's Chosen Ones, then it is a big joke. It is better to stay on the side of the Temple Alliance. This will It’s more exciting.”

Looking at Guan Qingfeng, whose face was gloomy and uncertain, Ximen Yu chuckled and said, "Then, I will wait for your good news, my dear Holy Son."

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Guan Qingfeng finally walked out of the cell slowly, just like he walked out of the Forbidden City.

When he walked past Ximen Yu, he suddenly whispered: "Ximen... I have never thought that you are a person who is willing to be afraid of others."

But he never expected that the elder of the Kingdom of Dragon would just look at himself lightly and said, "What else are you going to say? Why do you have to be inferior to others? We are all just trying to create a place suitable for living. The world is just trying hard for us to survive normally here.”

How much is sincere and how much is false?

totally no idea.

"Really..." Guan Qingfeng did not nod or object, "Very good." To be continued

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