The Endless Shuttle

In the process of destroying the "vein" just now, a divine power mixed with withering characteristics obviously wanted to stop his actions.

But the content is too little, and there are some "repair" spells mixed in, and the concept of "attack" cannot be formed at all, and Luo Pei is easily disintegrated.

This made him sure that the act of destroying the node really brought trouble to the priest of death.

So, how long can you sit peacefully... Your god will not come back anytime soon...

He smiled cruelly, turned around and prepared to go to the next node of judgment.

But just as the black-haired youth launched the space jump, a force subtly interrupted his technique and locked the space he was in.

The power is not strong, but the method of displaying it is very ancient, and it is definitely not something that can be found in this world.

What, did you come here just after you finished talking...

Luo Pei was not surprised at all, the priest of death would definitely show up sooner or later.

But it's a little strange, this power and the resistance that obviously prevents him from destroying the nodes are two different feelings...

Opening his reptile-like eyes, the black-haired youth looked around slightly.

Soon, he caught a human figure.

Sand, rustle, rustle.

The thick dead leaves were crushed by jade feet, and a silver-haired woman in a shabby nun's robe came into view. She looked at Luo Pei, with complex emotions brewing in her dark golden pupils.

There is hatred, and there is pain.

"It's really you... You have pushed us to this point, and you are still unwilling to give up our humble hope of destroying us, even going through a certain amount of time... The evil god's minions... This is also what Yog Sothoth did Is it a good thing?"

The only one who can destroy the inevitable timeline in which a certain god will come is the "one who returns all things" who personally ended the glory of her lord in ancient times.

"Miss, you'd better speak respectfully."

Rope raised an eyebrow.

"The one you call by his name is a benevolent god who has helped me a lot... If you insult the one who returns all things to one, I may make you die very painfully in a while."

The black-haired young man burst out laughing suddenly, and said sarcastically.

"I thought the Priest of Death who made me spend a lot of time would be a strong man, but it turned out to be a... dragon who just ignited his divinity?"

He saw through the real identity of the nun at a glance.

--dragon.

No matter which world dragon is synonymous with "powerful", this group of winged, wingless, deformed, and old-fashioned creatures is one of the most frequently praised races. Humans alone have many fantasies about dragons. .

But if this "power" rises to a vast independent race or the realm of demigods, it is not worth mentioning at all, and dragons without divinity are just a kind of edible food for them. Even if they have divinity, the nature of dragons will make them not much stronger.

Compared with other dragons who possess divine nature, they may be far inferior to them by nature, but for the existence of being crowned demigods with acquired efforts, it is really too little.

"..."

Alice ignored Rope's scorn.

At some point, her dark golden pupils had turned into vertical pupils.

"The minion of the evil god, I don't want to start a war with you at this time..."

Her facial expression twitched, as if it was difficult to say the next words, but she still forced herself to speak.

"We... are not what we used to be. The actions of "Death Pulse" will create "chaos", and the return of our lord is also in your interest. Isn't this what you have been longing for? We...we don't need to be hostile anymore..."

No one knew how painful it was for Alice, who was once a "deceased person", to say these words.

Recognizing as "the same camp" as an enemy who was once staunchly hostile is almost like scraping her scales alive.

But this is a fact.

If you don't agree with this, it means that believers who don't agree with death have pursued Azakaron, the "lord of death" who has been frenzied for thousands of years.

That's faith - pathetic faith.

"That's right, so you are "comrades"..."

Luo Pei made a sudden realization, and then said teasingly.

"I'm so sorry, I don't agree to your request. I am the savior who wants to save the world, so if I reach a consensus with the "bad guy", the script will be messed up, right? "

He emphasized the tone of the word "bad guy", obviously he was playing with the priest of death in front of him.

Alice was hit.

The things she had been avoiding to think about were clearly laid out in front of her, tearing away the last bit of veil they had disguised with "piousness".

They are indeed doing what evil gods would do.

She began to breathe heavily, and slowly, the "living" creatures around her began to suffer, and the uncontrollable explosion of death.

"Save the world..."

She glared at Rope.

"The minion of the evil god, isn't it you and your god who drove us here!? So far, what have you said to save the world, don't make people sick!"

"That's the truth, it's useless for you to be angry."

Rope spread his hands and said with a smile.

"Of course, the villain's panic is also included in the script~"

"..."

No need to talk anymore.

Alice's sanity was gone.

A dragon's chant resounded through the sky, and Luo Pei squinted his eyes, looking at the huge shadow gradually covering the sun in his sight.

A two-winged, five-pointed, dark gray dragon soars through the sky.

The storm blown out by her wings is like the breath of death, turning all the life in this forest into dust, and even has the tendency to spread to the city on the other side of the mountain range. The flame in her mouth is a predatory breath with "aging", used to take away the lifespan of the undead.

The black-haired youth easily found information about this giant dragon.

"Lord of Death" Azakaron's dragon priests often have a posture - "Dragon of Death".