"Hi, is the boss smiling? Are you asking the younger ones for anything? Have peace of mind, all the tasks you assigned have been done. The two idiots in the Silent League have lost their lives. Speaking of which, I am now using the ogre's head to sacrifice to the great goddess of night... Well, if you need it, I can also express my pious thanks to you, the respectful god of killing."

When he picked up the magic card and talked to a medium-level divine god, Samoan naturally could not be as arrogant and manic as his weak divine follower. Even though the young god's correspondence did interrupt his sincere prayer, the evil priest, who was still rational, expressed his respect to his immediate boss in the tone of "respect" as possible.

Of course, from the actual situation, he deliberately presented the tone of "respect" that was more like a gangster seeking credit from the gangster leader. If you want to say that there is not much real respect, the arrogance and excitement that cannot be concealed is the most practical.

However, compared to Samoan's confident words, the emergency correspondence from the God of Killing sounds less leisurely.

"Where are you? Symoan, are you and Noodor leaving the Soul Plane now?"

"Uh, no? What's wrong? Speaking of which, the old guys in the Pantheon never make things fine. Look at the magic crystal cards of the Silent Alliance have both communication and positioning functions, and then look at the broken things we are holding. Just such a message transmission is intermittent"………

Since the function of the magic card is far less clear than that of the magic crystal card, the Morning Star Pastor, who is still chatting and complaining about the vague information transmission, did not sense whether the mental fluctuations of smiles had some unusual emotional characteristics. Until now, he still thought that his boss was really asking him about the task progress.

However, in reality, his misunderstandings are bound to be impossible to last too long.

Because before Samoan's nonsense was over, another "inquiry process" speech could not be heard, it was sent from the smile in a flash:

"…………………………Ah, it seems that you have not left the Tingtao Plan, so there is nothing you can do. I hope your final prayer can bring you even a little bit of good luck to such a slow waste, because next, you may have to ask for more blessings."

"Bang"!

There was no more communication, and the ambiguous God of Killing had unilaterally hung up the communication. Holding the magic crystal card that gradually faded, the expression of the Morning Star Pastor who was at a loss in place also became a little stunned.

"Wait, what is the "last prayer"? What does it mean to ask for blessings by yourself? What does my boss say? Is it possible... it possible..."

"No, Smiling Boss won't stop the monster called "Whisper of Destruction". What should we do, Samoan"!

Even those who are not smart people are rarely fools who can join this war. After listening to the helpless announcement of the young goddess, Pastor Morning Star, who suddenly felt a huge uneasiness in his heart, had already realized something that was "not in line with the plan". Aside him, the weak divine god who was even more panicked and frightened could not help but scream.

Yes, what else can be the reason why a powerful medium-powered god suddenly sends such a message in this situation? What else can be the case where a practical Morning Star professional can only "seek for more blessings"?

No matter how you think about it, you can only be an extremely powerful terrifying enemy, right?

For example, if there is an angry "monster" at the Huiyue level who is rushing to this calm "Stealer" plane at the fastest speed...

"Damn it, I can't be stunned anymore, I have to leave quickly"!

It is a lie to say that you are not afraid. Can you not be afraid if a strong man from Huiyue comes here? Although he is not as scared as poor Noodor, the distorted smile on Samoan's face can no longer be maintained.

He turned around without hesitation, picked up the magical skills hanging on his waist and began to release the teleportation magic. At such a life-and-death moment, Pastor Morning Star had no time to care about the interrupted memorial.

"Hurry, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, finish the construction quickly! Hurry up"!

Standing with the Morning Star Priest Legend, who turned his head around and watched Noodor standing around, building a magical model at full speed, this first time since the legend of Morning Star Priest who felt the thrill of adrenaline soaring. This thrilling feeling of racing against death not only made him sweat layer by layer, but also made his soul feel a faint excitement.

Watching the magical energy drawing movements in the air, staring at the magical runes turning into starlight and transforming into the form of the gate, Samoan realized that he had already understood the mystery of the magical arts at a higher level. His profession level, which had been stuck for more than 200,000 years, gradually showed signs of improvement.

It is said that there are great horrors and great opportunities between life and death. Many professionals firmly believe that only by experiencing the tempering of the river of death can one improve one's own strength and will. Although this statement seems both risky and too absolute no matter how you hear it, there is still a little bit of truth in it.

At that most critical moment of life and death, life can always force the soul to find the only way out.

For example, Samoan now seems to be about to see his portal being built. He has even heard the space opposite the gate whispering to him faintly, widening his eyes with his pupils, and ready to go. Pastor Morning Star, who has not thought much, has been mentally prepared to jump in. Until this time, he has always believed that he can successfully escape.

but…………

"Click"!

A crisp explosion exploded on the surging sea surface. The solid shock wave tore apart a solid seabed. The cracks in the sky extended all the way to the clear water surface like sapphire with the infusion of the energy beam. The fragments of the morning light also reflected a colorful cold light.

Obviously, in front of the Morning Star Pastor, the terrifying existence presented in the semi-finished magic portal structure of the glorious semi-finished magic trick portal was not the warm free world he imagined, but a huge "wizard's hand".

That is a majestic palm constructed using the magic power of the unforgettable solid-colored moon level!
Chapter completed!