Noble Emblem

How is this going! How come this guy is eating rocks and is so stupid?

"Hurry and hold him down, his spirit is under attack." The magician reacted very quickly and instantly saw that the thief's spirit was not normal.

Bana and Lape rushed over and pushed the thief to the ground. One person presses the hands and the other presses the legs.

The thief didn't resist, but just looked around confusedly and said, "What are you doing? I was just eating chicken legs, and I didn't do anything bad."

Everyone felt that something was extremely wrong. The thief was not completely lost, but why was he in this state?

"let me check!"

The magician walked up to the thief and squatted down, using his mental power to detect the thief's brain. But at this moment, a white flesh thorn suddenly appeared from the thief's mouth and pierced the magician's head directly.

This was too sudden, and the thrust was so fast that no one could react.

"Fuck this shit!"

Half a second later, Bana stretched out his hand to break off the flesh thorn, hugged the magician and pulled back hard. The priest's healing magic was thrown on the magician as if it was free of charge.

But the magician's body still shook twice and then stopped moving.

The bodies of legal professions are too fragile. If they are master-level warriors, they might survive this level of first aid.

Of course, because the brain was punctured, even if he survived, he would have to be stupid for several years.

But it's better than dying.

Shield Warrior La Pei immediately put his hand into the thief's mouth, followed the flesh thorn, and pulled out a white, soft-bodied creature that looked like brains.

This creature had many tiny 'tentacles', each tentacle was stained with blood and minced meat, as if it had been torn out of some physical tissue.

After pulling out the thing, the shield warrior immediately stepped on it, but did not use any force, fearing that the thing would die.

After all, if you take it back and give it to the Wealth God Cult, you might be able to increase the mission reward.

When this thing is stepped on, it makes a very harsh squeaking sound, which is almost the same as that of a mouse.

The thief's body shook for a while and he lost his breath. Seeing this, the priest rushed over and fired several magical spells, but found that it was of no use at all. The thief's body gradually became cold.

"Damn it." The priest knocked on the ground hard, but he couldn't save either of the two people.

The group of seven suddenly lost two people.

And most importantly, the magician is gone.

"Ike is what allowed us to reach the edge of the world in about half a year. Now he is simply gone. If we want to go back, it will take at least eight to ten years." The hunter said this and looked at it with hatred. Looking into the distance: "What's going on? Robesel was obviously fine during dinner, so why was he parasitized by this kind of monster?"

The shield warrior pulled Pei's right foot a little harder, and the white monster he stepped on made an even worse squeaking sound.

Ike is a rare space magician. Although he is not like Pope Beta, he can build large teleportation magic circles. But he can perform small group teleportation about twice a day.

The distance of each transmission is about 500 kilometers.

Relying on this unique skill, they dared to accept the reward offered by the Wealth God Cult.

Other organizations that dare to take on this task have more or less different means of rapid movement.

But now the most important magician is gone.

"I think we should go back now." Lapei looked at the darkness around him and said, "I have a bad feeling. This place is too weird. Anyway, if we catch this thing, we can get a lot of gold coins."

"Okay." The hunter agreed. They come here to seek wealth, not to fight for their lives.

The thief and the magician are both dead. If they stay here any longer, they might die too.

Bana also wanted to go back to find out more information for the God of Wealth, but after thinking that the lives of his teammates were also important, he gave up the idea.

Although it is not conducive to walking at night now, it is still no problem to find some grass and vines around the campfire to make a small prison pet.

The hunter was responsible for weaving the grass cage, while the shield warrior carefully trampled the white soft monster, making it chirp, consuming the little thing's energy and stamina so that it could be placed in the cage.

There was no sound around, only the bonfire roaring from time to time.

"There seems to be no wind in this place." Bana muttered.

No one dared to sleep anymore. At dawn, the three of them ate some dry food and started to return.

The Zoroastrian Cult was driven out of the desert kingdom by Beta. The Life Cult had a close relationship with itself, and the Storm Cult became a true ally.

The Light Cult is far away in the Land of God's Fall, and is working hard to build the country. It is not in the mood to provoke Beta at the moment.

As for other small sects, they pose no threat to the Wealth God Sect at all.

It stands to reason that Beta should be very leisurely now, but in fact, he is very busy.

Whether it was the desert reconstruction project or many matters within the church, they were all placed on his desk.

There are 24 hours a day, 16 of which he handles government affairs, and one hour for eating and bathing.

Five hours were spent dealing with his own girl, and the remaining two hours were spent sleeping.

His control of time is almost accurate to the second.

This is why he wants to decentralize power.

Even with a legendary body, if this continues, he will be exhausted.

Fortunately, the women also understand how sad he is and allow him to rest one night a week.

Regular days always pass quickly.

The long time is like turning the pages of a book, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In three years, for ordinary people, there will definitely be some changes in appearance.

But for Beta and his woman, there is almost no change.

Emma is still the same height and thickness as before. The only change is that her luster is becoming more and more obvious.

The youthfulness has almost completely faded away, and even with the appearance of a girl, she still gives people the feeling of a young woman.

In three years, the world has not changed much, but there will be some subtle differences.

For example... the five-color dragon clan almost no longer dares to launch raids into the human world.

They can't afford it... The number of five-color dragons now is almost half of what it was before the arrival.

And this time has not yet reached six years.

The five-color dragon discovered that when they fought against the metal dragon, the damage rate was not that high.

After an investigation, it was discovered that all the blueprints of anti-dragon equipment were produced by the Beta Pope of the Wealth God Sect, and a large number of anti-dragon equipment were secretly manufactured.

On this day, a special envoy came to Waking City.

Ten elves sat in front of Beta.

Use the 'Hero's Banquet' skill several times to fill the large banquet hall with delicacies.

These elves drank heavily and ate large chunks of meat, quite generously.

Elves known for their elegance would naturally not behave like this. These elves were all transformed into dragons.

What is particularly interesting is that among these ten elves, five are metal dragons and five are five-color dragons.

The metal dragon and the five-color dragon actually came together, which surprised Beta.

But after thinking about it, I also sneered in my heart.

Beta sat in the Pope's chair, quite bored. He waited for the dragons to eat and drink enough.

Each of these giant dragons devoured it as if they were country bumpkins who had never eaten delicious food.

About three hours later, a male elf wiped his mouth and finally spoke.

"Thank you Pope Beta for your hospitality."

"You're welcome." Beta nodded and smiled.

The elf said carelessly: "We came here this time to discuss the issue of compensation with His Majesty the Pope!"

Beta frowned slightly and asked, "What compensation?"

"The anti-dragon equipment has harmed the lives of many young people and children of our dragon clan." The elf male's eyes turned into the shape of vertical kernels: "As far as we know, these equipments were spread from you."

"That's true, so what?" Beta sat up straight and looked at the elf condescendingly: "Or, as a metal dragon, you want to seek justice for the evil five-color dragon?"

Listening to Beta's slightly sarcastic words, the five five-color dragons standing next to him stood up and looked at Beta with an unkind expression.

The huge dragon pressed over.

Beta acted as if he didn't hear anything and continued to say softly: "I found that your metal dragon's camp is a little skewed."

The elf took a deep breath: "That's because our metal dragons have also been affected."

"I regret what happened to the metal dragon." Beta said: "But I am just a knife maker. I have no right to interfere with what people who buy knives use this weapon. It's like someone holding a dragon bone weapon and killing many people. , do we also have to go to the Metal Dragon Elders Association to ask for an explanation?"

"You are just changing your mind, His Excellency Pope Beta." The elf suppressed his anger and said, "We value our friendly relationship with your sect very much and hope not to be affected by this incident."

When Beta heard this, he couldn't help but sneer: "You know that we humans and the five-color dragons are mortal enemies. They have killed nearly 500 million of us humans. You actually brought the metal dragons to our Woking as envoys. Does the religion want to preach? Does this mean it values ​​its relationship with us? "

"The five-color dragons have suffered heavy casualties, and they must get a proper explanation."

Hearing this, the sarcastic look on Beta's face became more obvious: "The murderer actually asked the victim for an explanation? Do you mean that we humans should be killed without fighting back?"

The metal dragon elf said: "That's not what I meant. We just hope that Mr. Beta will stop making anti-dragon equipment."

"Impossible." Beta said firmly: "As long as the five-color dragons are still around, humans will continue to manufacture anti-dragon equipment."

The metal dragon said angrily: "Pope Beta, you are not like this..."

"See you off." Beta waved his hand coldly.

The metal dragon snorted and left with the other nine dragons.

After they went out, Beta returned to his study, all the anger on his face was gone, only calmness remained.

Shirley came in and asked, "Is Metal Dragon out of his mind?"

"They are not stupid, but are very smart. They feel threatened." Beta said lightly: "Those who are not from my race must have different minds. This makes sense to us humans, but It makes sense when it comes to the dragon clan. Metal dragons are starting to be afraid of us humans."