Astante, the capital.

The clouds were half gone, making the sky a mess. Under the sky, several areas of the city had been flattened. There were no longer any distinctions between roads and houses, and even ruins did not exist. There were only patches of mud with black smoke. Under

The ruins and corpses can only be seen at the edges of these areas. Each of the residents died in an extremely horrific manner, with their skin melting into a gelatinous substance, revealing yellow connective tissue and red muscle tissue under the skin. The strangest thing is that they all covered their ears in poses

The posture, without exception, is as if hearing the voice from hell before death.

"Please rest in peace."

Dance of Justice walked among the ruins, spilling his own blood at will. His left arm seemed to be broken, and was simply hung on his chest with only a bandage. Even he was reluctant to use [Holy Healing Technique] on himself, but he once again consumed the "Holy Power"

"Blood". The radiant halo under his feet once again changed its pattern, forming an image of a saint walking with a cross on his back. Splattered by his blood drops, the corpses put their hands down, then lay down, and then spontaneously ignited. In the light of the fire, a

A pure and innocent soul flew into the sky with wings of light, and even the dark clouds had to make way for them. Perhaps in order to welcome these new people of gods, the door of the kingdom of heaven faintly opened a corner, spreading golden light.

Jonny was limping along. His enthusiasm and excitement had subsided, and there was only depression on his face. He feebly stepped on the head of the corpse, and turned the dead energy into the blue soul fire.

The human brain is the most fragile part, so the human skull must be the hardest part of the human body. Therefore, when the body decays, the weak soul fire is often ignited in the skull, not in the chest or

The bone plate. However, it was useless in any part. Jonny still stepped on it, making a clicking sound. These souls would not go to heaven, but would be broken into souls and enter the underworld along an invisible trajectory.

Of course, there were also a few among the dead who sincerely believed in the God of Light during their lifetimes. Their souls emitted golden light, and they flew crookedly toward the sky without the need for salvation by the Dance of Justice.

But Oliver, whose hands and feet were broken, was still lying on his back, not moving an inch. He couldn't move at all, so his eyes were burned blind by the acid rain and his face was ruined. He choked and cried loudly, because of the huge anger and sorrow.

Misery filled every corner of his body. It was very painful. It was more painful than the death energy wrapped around his internal organs and bones. It made him miserable. He finally understood that his will was never as firm as a hero. Singing could

It can erase negative emotions, but it is more like a psychedelic drug, which can only have a temporary effect and never last long.

And Oliver Queen realized it clearly: he was not a strong person either before or now. A truly strong person can face everything bravely, remain unyielding after experiencing many hardships, and can smile naturally.

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"Hahaha! Astante's vitality must be greatly damaged now!" Qingyi was so happy that he couldn't help but smile from ear to ear when he saw the latest pinned post.

A war broke out in the capital of Astante today. The cause was a heroic undead creature called the Cloudy Singer. The participants in the war were the "candidate saint" Jonny and the "paranoid" Dance of Justice who represented the Holy See. Undead

It was a camp conflict against the Holy See. Although the chord player and the sonic boom shooter did not go to war as everyone expected, this battle was no small matter. More than 20% of the residents of the capital died, and all government affairs and work in the capital came to a standstill.

If the residents hadn't left the city one after another before, I'm afraid the consequences would have been more serious. Of course, the Yintian Singer was the target of public criticism and was surrounded and killed by the powerful men, which made Qingyi feel a little sympathetic. He thought to himself: I will fight over and help him.

You take revenge!

The next post is from "Flash", and the title of the post is "I successfully escaped again". He took a screenshot of himself, in which he smiled and gave a victory gesture, with the waterfall "Heaven" in the background.

"The angry horse" means that he has climbed over the Iron Chain Mountains and returned to the south of the mainland. Although this post is not nutritious, what makes it a hot topic is the comments of other great gods:

"Yo! I really want to learn, please give me some guidance!" Rock Trigger sent a "teary puppy" emoji.

"(Quoting from above) You are so stupid. Where can I learn the escape skills of the mage type from the warrior type?" Yun Xiaoyuqi's tone was honest and polite.

"(Quote from above) Soldiers should never run away." Liehuo Ambition rarely commented, but now he stood up.

"Based on this screenshot, I have calculated your location." Black and White Binary said.

"(Quote from above) Thank you, worship the great god. In addition, speaking across servers is troublesome. I lost the verification code n times." Jiang Huahuo didn't even open his vest, so he came over to join in the fun and copied and pasted the emoticon picture of Rock Trigger.

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"(Quoting from above) Come here! Just change your nationality!" Liehuo Ambition was looking forward to it.

"(Quoting from above) Have you forgotten that other people's career templates are linked to the "Chinese" server? What's the point of changing the nationality? Go back and take medicine!" Free First Class interjected.

"Then I'll go over!" Liehuo Zhizhi refused.

"(Quote from above) **! Let's live together!" The words of Free First Class were blocked.

"Form a group to fight in June Sunshine. If you are interested, please chat privately. Also, treasure bag, please return the favor quickly." Bald Eagle said.

"(Quote from upstairs)" Baobaobao said.

"Li Huo, you don't want to sign up?" the bald eagle asked.

"(Quote from above) There is only one super-level monster in the undead, and it is too stupid to get the law, so there is no point in fighting it." Liehuo Xiongzhi told the truth.

"Everyone is in good spirits. Is it the season for dating alone again?" Duan said.

Originally, all the great gods were already chatting in the forum. After Duan Leng Bingbing's words, all the great gods dispersed, leaving only these brilliant words for ordinary players to admire.

Qingyi laughed after reading the post, and then he kept his thoughts in mind. The war with the bald eagle was already a certainty, but who could support him in the war? Seruwega? Bigbowo

? Astante? Or Salamonro? Qingyi doesn't want to fight. Firstly, it's because Squall has been promoted to a hero and his strategy has become more mature and stable. It may not be easy to win, but at least he won't lose; secondly, because once he fights,

, the price of armaments is soaring like a rocket, and the market needs to be widened, which is beneficial to the Twilight Empire, which is vigorously producing "broken silver" sophisticated armaments.

He couldn't help but laugh.

Forced to retreat by the poisonous Glahid, trapped and killed by the Bald Eagle's deceit, disappeared by the clouds and rain, Gossip Leader, Rock Trigger, Freedom First Class, defeated by Justice Dance, Jonny, Scott & bull Sammas

After being tempered by the difficulties that came one after another, his nerves have become as tough as a hemp rope. In the past, Bald Eagle's casual words would make him waste most of his thoughts, but now he feels that it is no big deal. Anyway, the soldiers will block the water.

Just come to Tubuy. This may be what Jiang Huahuo said. With different visions, the realm is also different. Although he was the king of the undead before and is now the king of the undead, Qingyi knows that he has grown a lot. He has never "not

The "qualified" king becomes the "barely qualified" king. The ups and downs are difficult for others to know.

At his current position, he should not think too much about himself, but should think about the development of the country. Indeed, he has always wanted to use his own strength to protect and bless his subordinates, but only now does he understand that compared with the country and the team, personal

His power is limited. The stronger the Twilight Empire, the more confident he is to say "protect everyone". So now he is not training at all (at most, he is training combat skills to save his life), but is working with Brian and Si.

Kaur worked together to build up his family fortune, waiting for the moment when he could make a fortune.

Thinking of this, he quickly went online, as if he would lose his life if he was delayed for a second.

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In a hidden valley, there stands a black castle. Surrounding the castle is a large garden, surrounded by black iron railings and gargoyle statues. The dead vines in the garden are lingering around the railings, giving a sense of desolation.

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Many mages in black robes filed into the castle gate. Although no one maintained discipline, they all remained silent. They were old and young, fat and thin, and without exception, their eyes were glowing green and their faces were pale.

They were pale, as if they had been hungry for most of their lives. Some of them were carrying dried dead heads, or holding magic books that emitted black mist, and even a few were holding on to black wands that made wailing sounds. Those gathered here were all those who could not see the sun.

Evil Mage, knowledgeable people will understand at a glance: this Black Castle is the headquarters of the Dark Church.

The interior of the castle is very eerie, with only a few scattered firelights, and it seems that they are stingy with money for lamp oil. The corridor is narrow, and the walls on both sides seem to be pinching people flat. I don’t know what is behind the wall, but it takes up such a large space. From time to time, there are some

Things crawled across the dome, making a sharp squeaking sound that made people's hair stand on end. But when they looked up again, they could only see a shadow that could not be illuminated by lights. However, none of this could affect the progress of the evil mages, because this was

Their home, they feel much more at ease back here than outside.

At the end of the corridor is a door with a purple-black curtain. After passing through it, the mages came to a hall. The hall was quite empty, with two to three hundred people standing there. It probably took up most of the space in the castle.

There are five or six other doors in the hall, and purple and black curtains are hung on the doors. In the center of the hall, there is a bottomless pool with a diameter of 20 meters. It is difficult to imagine that it was dug by human power. The pool

Although there are railings on the side, there is also a trap door, and people probably have to be thrown in from time to time. The rich dark element is like water in a pool, almost overflowing, and no one knows what is going on underneath.

The mages stood around the pool and stayed away from the pool. A mage with a hoarse voice held up a book and began to call names. Those who were called answered in a low voice. After the lengthy roll call finally ended, the mage closed the book and said to himself

He said to himself: "Five people are absent, hahaha."

The other mages knew this very well, and most of them lowered their heads and smiled.

Astante's branch ran into the Iron Heel Knights and was killed by the "candidate saints". After hearing about this, Archdeacon Rasputin excused his physical discomfort and did not show up because his only son Gregory was

He was one of the war dead. In addition, four close associates of Rasputin's family also died with the young master. The loss was not small.

After the roll call, the usual initiation ceremony came. The recommended person walked to the edge of the pool and dropped his blood with a little bit of his own magic power into the pool, and he was considered a new deacon with the right to speak. Although this is just a ceremony,

It has no actual effect, but over the years, this pond has been nourished with an incredible aura of terror.

After the ceremony, the mage with a hoarse throat stamped his wand again and said sternly: "The meeting has officially begun. The latest news is that the clone of the Bone Tyrant suddenly broke out of control and attacked the escort team members headed by the soul mage Diesel. There were only three survivors.
Chapter completed!