Lord of Glory

At this time, the clone raised its hands high, and four huge golden hands immediately appeared in the air. As the clone pressed forward lightly, the four golden hands immediately rushed towards the guardian with overwhelming power. The executive officer's two giant hands blasted four ripples that spread rapidly on Enos's guardian magic. The executive officers who kept chanting prayers and chants were immediately shocked, and their faces immediately turned pale. However, the guardian magic But there are no signs of collapse

"Huh? The Inquisition is indeed an institution that has punished heretics for thousands of years. It is not an ordinary thing." The magic did not break down, which was beyond the clone's expectation. However, he was also slightly surprised, and immediately shook his hands sarcastically, and the four The giant golden hand actually raised again, clenched his fist and struck hard on the solid protective magic.

Boom, boom, circles of ripples appeared and dissipated again. As Paladin waved, the four giant hands struck like crazy rain quickly, and the white light of the guardian magic quickly dimmed on the faces of the chanting executives. The color was so pale that some people even started to shed blood from the corners of their noses and mouths.

"Everyone, it's time for us to dedicate ourselves to justice and light." Seeing that the magic guardian could not last long, the desperate executive immediately shouted at the top of his voice. The others obviously understood what this companion meant, although there was a flash of light on their faces. There was a hesitant expression, but it was covered up by the boundless fervor of belief. They suddenly stopped singing, knelt down on one knee, pulled out the short knife from their waists, and stabbed their arms decisively, ignoring the blood spattering, and When the severe pain came from their arms, they all closed their eyes with pious expressions and chanted softly.

An unpleasant feeling suddenly came to the clone's mind. The next moment, the executive headed by him immediately confirmed the clone's suspicion. He suddenly pulled out the dagger and let the blood flow to the ground. He raised his head and opened his arms to the sky, tears streaming down his eyes loudly. Roared: "Great True God, Enos, we only sacrifice this vulgar flesh and blood. Please punish us with sanctions and let the souls of us lambs return to your embrace."

The clone of "God's Punishment" and Blake behind him were shocked at the same time, especially the clone. He understood this ritual very well. If he had despised these mortals for using their poor elemental power to fight him before, he was now shocked by the sacrifices made with the help of the power of gods. When flesh and blood souls return to the embrace of God, God will impose corresponding punishments and punish those sinful heretics.

No need, Enos's power is not something that the clone can resist now. As soon as he knew that these guys were planning to borrow divine power, the eyeholes of the clone's mask immediately burst out with golden light, and words containing cruel meaning swept over him coldly: "The game is over. mortal"

In an instant, the clone mobilized all the four thousand golden elements around him, and the waves of elements rushed towards the guardian magic simply and directly. The strong guardian magic was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the golden light element that was extremely repulsive to all elements. At the moment when the guardian magic was torn apart, the rushing waves of golden elements immediately turned into boundless golden flames, covering the eighty executive officers and the entire city immediately fell into the burning and destruction of the flames.

And the moment these executives died, the sky that had just begun to be covered with dark clouds gradually cleared up again. Seeing this, the clone turned around very calmly and glanced at the completely demented Black, waved and said: "Let's go, the delay is too long." "It's been a long time." Then he grabbed Blake's clothes and turned into a golden light with a whoosh and disappeared into the city that was filled with screams.

Just after the clone took Black away, a large wave of knights wearing gorgeous equipment rushed over. The first thing that caught their eyes was the fire burning in front of them. The knights felt the heat wave coming towards them before they had time to issue orders. , those knights who were originally killed by the clones suddenly sat up slowly.

Under the armor that was burnt black by the flames, the face was deeply skeletal and burned, revealing a dead white skeleton. Under the hard helmet, two groups of golden light shone in the hollow eye sockets. Living corpses with only the instinct to kill in the streets picked up their weapons and took heavy and cold steps, crushing the charred wood chips and rubble. Step by step, they walked towards those who were originally of the same kind.

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A month later, when the clone brought Blake, who was exhausted from all the running, to the center of the forest and took out the mage tower standing in the center of the lake, Blake was stunned. He couldn't understand at all. Such a magnificent tower. How the mage tower was built in such a wilderness without anyone knowing.

"Oh oh oh, my friend, welcome to the Night Owl Club. I am the vice-president Rodrian." Rodrian, who was like a ball of flesh, was wearing a large Night Owl mage robe and a round mask on his face. A silver-white mask with a round belly jumped out in a few steps, giving what he thought was an elegant welcome. Black immediately returned the greeting blankly, and responded with the mage's unique arm-in-arm greeting: "Mr. Vice President, I am Norton's. Blake mainly studied voodoo spells in black magic."

"Oh, it turns out he is a voodoo master, I'm sorry." Upon hearing that Blake's focus was on the very unpopular and weird voodoo spell, Rodrian immediately let out bursts of happy laughter and took off his silver mask. , showing the fat that squeezed to his cheeks and smiling: "You must be a very outstanding master. As usual, I would like to ask, do you want to join our Night Owl Club and become a member of the crows sheltered under the owl?"

"Of course, of course, I have been persecuted by the Inquisition over the years. The establishment of the Night Owl Society is simply a refuge for us dark wizards." Black naturally agreed without hesitation and was overjoyed, feeling that he finally had a subordinate Rodrian. , suddenly saw a flurry of movement in the woods behind. Several other clones of Paladin arrived with summoners from other regions. Black and Rodrian turned around and looked carefully, and saw only three people coming.

One of them was wearing pitch black plate armor, a covered black helmet, and carried a two-handed sword burning with green flames on his back. This style is a kind of existence that black wizards are most familiar with. "He was originally a paladin. "Did he become a dark knight? A filthy guy." When Black saw this dark knight, he immediately showed a very disgusted attitude. In his opinion, people who cannot even firm their own beliefs are the most filthy and degrading people. However, his firm belief in Belair will never be lost to any priest of the Holy See. From this perspective, Black is indeed nobler than this dark knight with corrupted beliefs.

It's just that the definitions of nobility and despicability are just the contrivances of human wishful thinking.

Standing on the other side of the Dark Knight are two dark wizards, one is an old man with gray hair and a gloomy face, and the other is a beautiful woman with a good appearance and a curvy figure. It is unimaginable that such a beauty will be with the one beside him. The old man, like the fat guy opposite, is a dark wizard

"Oh oh oh today, the great true god is protecting us. We have three friends in the Night Owl Association." The clone that arrived with the three people still followed the other clone silently and left, walked up the steps and entered the mage tower. Paladin didn't even say a word. He didn't have the time and energy to waste his time and energy on these ants. The ants wanted the ants to be the commander. There was no doubt that Rodrian was such a commander. Although he was the weakest among the few people who came here, he relied on his strength. Paladin's support, his status is unshakable (to be continued)

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