Bright Era

Several subordinate gods from the Temple of Joy gave a surprised look at the men sitting under the thatched shed, and hurriedly followed behind Verus. The gods of these happy gods can clearly perceive that these men just opened their eyes, but the breath they exude is much stronger than their own, so strong that they can't estimate the men's strength.

They have the same question as Velus-the Knights of Retribution, this is a thugs organization established in the secular world with the God of Retribution, which is only used to maintain the church's rule in the secular world. Why are these horrible guys who are alleged to be punishing knights in front of them, and their strength makes themselves fearful as gods?

There are countless thatched sheds along the way, surrounding this lonely mountain, which is a jungle with a radius of 100 miles. In the dense jungle, under the big trees, on the branches, in the bushes, in the caves, there are various shabby sheds and caves everywhere. No one can tell how many so-called first-generation disciplinary knights are here. The elites are here to retreat.

Verus followed the dapper man through the jungle, and wherever he went, he saw countless men in ragged clothes, who were described as dead as dead corpses, sitting in their respective territories. They didn't move, they didn't make any sound, they didn't even breathe, just like a real dead body.

The curious Verus even input his divine power into his eyes, wanting to peep into the reality of these men with the magical secrets of the main **** level he just acquired. But his divine power almost burned his eyes. He still couldn't see how powerful these men had, and he couldn't even tell whether these men were alive or dead.

His eyes were hot and hot, and Verus, who couldn't help but shed a lot of tears, finally gave up this futile attempt. He closed his mouth tightly, and never looked at these people again. He finally understood that these guys are a group of existence beyond common sense. They are mortals, they must be mortals, but their power is stronger than ordinary gods!

Elite members of the first generation of disciplinary knights! Verus racked his brains to recall the information about the Knights of Punishment, but he had never cared about this situation, and he did not keep any useful information in his mind.

It was not until Verus walked into the lonely mountain and came to a huge cave below the mountain. When he saw the person he was going to meet this time, Verus breathed a sigh of relief and arrogantly shouted to the person. Screaming: "Gerdas, you **** fellow, the **** of the punishment knights outside, what are they?"

The weird men outside the lonely mountain made Verus dare not have the slightest prestige. But in the lonely mountain, when he saw the righteous son he was going to meet this time-the most famous son of the **** of punishment, Gerdas, the king of the army in the dark city-state period of the western continent, Veruston shivered again .

Gerdas left a rich and colorful scene in the history of the Western Continent. He is a son of god, born as a half-god and half-man. His demigod is different from the ‘demi-god’ in the power ranks currently prevailing in mainland China. The significance of the ‘demi-god’ of Gerdas lies in the blood flowing in his body that is half of the gods.

In fact, although Gerdas is a ‘demigod’, his strength is comparable to many gods!

But for Velus, Gerdas was nothing more than a ‘demi-god’, a hybrid hybrid, a descendant of a noble **** Azer and a humble human woman. What is Gerdas compared to himself who has the pure and noble blood of the Azerite clan? The purebred gods and the descendants of mixed blood are naturally purebred gods aloof!

Therefore, Velus yelled at Gerdas very pretentiously, without even bothering to observe the surrounding environment.

This huge cave inside Lonely Peak, to be precise, is a huge underground temple. This magnificent temple has a large area, and the walls are all poured with dark golden magic metal. There are countless divine inscriptions and runes on it, and a large number of statues of gods. If Verus carefully looks at these statues of gods, you will know that these statues describe some classic battle scenes in the War of the Ancients.

King Gerdas, the King of Breaking Army, wore a black cloak and stood upright in the center of this square hall. At the top of the thousand-meter-high hall, a golden divine light poured down, just covering Gerdas. Apart from Gerdas, there were also dozens of Orientals wearing black robes with solemn expressions standing in the hall!

Yes, in the depths of the forbidden area of ​​the church, under the lonely mountain that was guarded by countless elites of the first generation of knights of punishment, a group of black gods gathered in the underground temple that is vital to the temple of punishment. Oriental man in robe. There are males and females among them. The males are tall and sturdy, with handsome and determined faces; while the females are also much taller than ordinary women, and they are as strong and vigorous as female leopards.

When Velus ranted about Gerdas, these people looked at Velus at the same time. All colors of light flickered in their black eyes, and countless complex runes flashed in their pupils. One of the old men with a firm face and silver-white hair and beard raised his mouth and showed a sneer smile. Then he did not speak, just raised his hand and punched Verus lightly.

Verus suddenly heard a beast roar resounding in his soul, he didn't know where or where it came from. He just heard a beast roar, and then Qiqiao spewed a lot of golden blood, his body seemed to be hit by a fast-flying mountain, and it shattered the void and flew back with a ‘pop’.

The hall shook slightly, and Verus stuck to the wall of the hall in a big font. His limbs were shattered at the same time, and all his internal organs were torn apart. This seemingly understatement punch actually almost smashed Verus's body. But what a controlled punch was this. Verus's body was on the verge of collapse, but it was so weak that his body remained intact.

What is even more shocking is that this punch caused such severe damage to Verus's divine body, but did not damage his origin. In other words, this injury looks extremely heavy, but in fact it doesn't matter. Velus' divine body was not shattered by this punch, so in fact, it would not cause any actual damage to Velus at all.

Verus took a deep breath. The divine power flowed in his body, and the huge life force released by the source of life flowed around his divine body. His divine body instantly healed, just a few breaths. Restore as before. Except for a slight loss of energy, which made Verus feel a little sleepy, he was still alive and kicking.

But the shock caused by that punch just now made Verus shut his mouth obediently.

The roar of the beast came from the depths of the soul, almost shattering his soul. With a violent punch, he almost shattered his divine body. Both of them almost caused irreparable damage to Verus, but everything was so delicately grasped that Verus was actually not hurt in any practical sense!

It's like using a sword that cuts iron like mud to lightly scrape the eyeballs. It seems dangerous, but it doesn't actually cause any harm. Such exquisite power control, dancing on the tip of a knife can't describe the excitement and dominance of this punch.

Looking at the silver-haired old man, Verus stood there honestly, shut up obediently and did not dare to say anything. This punch completely made him scared, and convinced him, so that he didn't dare to put himself in a high position anymore.

However, Velus and the few happy gods of the gods who accompanied him were all tumbling in their hearts. Velus had just inherited the master god-level priest crystal, and his strength had undergone earth-shaking changes! Even if he doesn't have any actual combat experience, the supernatural power Verus possesses is really of the main **** level!

It can punch a main **** to the dying state, but it can make him seriously injured but not die, and it can accurately control the power to not harm the origin of Velus! How strong is this old man? Can the Lord God, who is ten times stronger than Verus, make this punch?

Verus's face changed rapidly, he looked at Gerdas standing in the golden beam of light tremblingly, even holding his breath. He never knew how there were such a group of people in the Azer Protoss, these Orientals, the Orientals with god-level strength, where did they come from?

The hall became deadly silent. After a full quarter of an hour, Gerdas slowly opened his eyes and nodded to Verus: "I'm very curious why I want to invite you here? I should be here now. The Yan Dynasty commanded the battle, the war against the Great Eastern Empire!"

Verus smiled and bowed to Gerdas and saluted him, and his expression was full of flattery: "The noble King Gerdas, only you can resist this. Terrible Eastern Empire! I heard that their army can fill the entire ocean? Only your wise command can stop them in the east and not let them enter the hinterland of the western continent!"

Gerdas rolled his eyes and murmured ‘idiot’ in a low voice.

Verus looked at Gerdas with a smile, as if he hadn't heard this insulting vocabulary. But his heart was bitterly convulsed, and he now wished to choke Gerdas to death. If it wasn't because Gerdas was the son of the God of Retribution, and the God of Retribution was one of the most powerful backers of the Goddess of Pleasure, how could Verus come here at Gerdas' invitation?

The results of it? When I got here, I was shocked by those zombie-like discipline knights, and then almost killed by the silver-haired old man with a punch. Has the spoiled and dull Verus ever suffered such a pain? He had already begun to figure out how to retaliate against Gerdas.

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