Hail the King

"Ha ha ha, the raw materials you sent are indeed very good," above the colorful throne, the black konjac figure came with a mechanical sound, the tone was plain and undulating, like a dead thing, slowly said: "But, We said in advance that what I need is the material of the great-day sage. There are three of the twenty people you sent, only to reach the full-scale of the month, which does not meet my requirements. Therefore, [Hell I can't give you the catalogue of the Holy Scriptures."

"What, do you dare to bargain with the Holy See?" The bald priest heard the words, suddenly furious, said: "In order to help you send twenty strong, we have paid a great price, you think that on the mainland Are the big-day sages strong and fools? Can you send seventeen, plus three-month grand perfection, it is already our limit!"

"Exactly, you don't have to take a step." The wrinkle baby face master is also angry.

What kind of status and identity they have in the Northern Territory, they have always said one thing, thousands of people flattered and cautiously waited, even the emperors of the major empires, dare not give them a little color, this time condescending Drunk driving to carry out this task, has been very reluctant, who knows that this **** low-lying undead in front of the eyes dare to talk about conditions again and again, in their view, really looking for death.

"Ha ha ha ha, after the millennium, the Terran on the mainland, has been weak to this point? Even the 20 big-day sages are inseparable, really disappointing me," the darkness above the throne The fundamental part of the konjac is moved, and the mechanical sound is like a certain kind of institution, not a vocal cord.

It continues: "Angry? The mood of the mortal, oh, is the Holy See very great? It is a pity that in the eyes of our 'dead people', it is just a group of hypocrites and clowns. It seems that there has been no millennium. The questioning and constraining life has turned you into a stupid pig, a poor worm, and put away the set of things that you scare others. In the eyes of death, everything is fair."

"You..." The bald priest and the wrinkled baby face wrath must be hands-on.

The golden curly-haired sorcerer who had never spoken before quickly took them and asked quietly: "What do you say, the devil from the hell, Baturk."

"The conditions are very simple. Then I will send the materials of the three great-day sages. Only 20 death fighters can meet my needs." The dark konjac will not let.

"No, time is not enough. Our actions have already attracted the attention of some people. Even in the troubled times, there are more than 20 strong people who have disappeared for no reason. It will also attract the attention of some forces. Once things are exposed, Even the Holy See can't hold it." The golden curly hair of the gods thought for a moment, and refused.

"Ha ha ha, or send out the materials of the 20 big-day sages, or give up the [Hells of the Hell], you choose!"

The face of the godsmen was suddenly ugly.

The golden curly-haired sorcerer bowed his head and seemed to be thinking about this extremely tangled problem. In the next moment, he suddenly shot, and his palms flashed with violent light, and the two palms hit with lightning.

However, the object he attacked was not the dark konjac above the throne.

Nor is it a death soldier around.

It’s the peers around me, the bald baby face that he came with him.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

In the fierce explosion, a silver rune fluttered from the palms of the golden curly-haired priest, and his face was incomparably sly, and the blood was madly from the bodies of the two gods. The burst broke out.

The two did not even think that their most trusted companions would actually shoot at them, and they would not be able to respond.

Even the red-blooded female violent woman who had been struggling with the undead invaders on the ground and was struggling, was stunned and looked incredulously at all.

Why is the golden curly hair master suddenly unexpectedly hurting his two companions?

"Are you crazy? You..." The bald gods are inexplicable, so angry geology asks.

“Why?” The wrinkle baby face master is also difficult to understand.

Who knows that the golden curly hair master does not care about the questioning of the two companions. If he does not hear it, he turns to face the dark konjac and smiles slightly: "Basturk, the two men, also the great-day sage. A strong person, enough to be the material you need?"

"Well? Haha, good, very good, I really can't think of it. Your gods are usually full of morality and morality. The declaration is hypocritical. When you really turn your face and ruthless, it is more terrible than our **** creatures. I am a servant of death. I am afraid of you." Above the throne that has become polluted, the laughter of the dark konjac Basturk machine swayed in the hall, stirring everyone's clothes and hunting.

In the next moment, a dark, ink-like column of light rose from the ground, covering two of the sorcerers who had been seriously injured, and then the dark clouds shrouded the two poor guys.

"No... you can't do this, we are the gods of the Holy See, we..." The two sent out the embarrassment of the beastly beast.

"Ha ha ha, haha, deserve it, deserve it, be self-sufficient!"

The red-blowing female strongman has a completely zombie leg. She is burning and consuming her own big-day source to resist the clarity of the dark power. Seeing this scene, she has a cursed ridicule that can be seen before she dies. The two culprits who framed their own group of people hanged, and it was considered a great heart.

The hall is full of painful mourning before the death of the two gods.

They cultivate the Holy Spirit of the Holy See, and they can fight against the dark forces to a certain extent, so the process of being corpse will be slower. Unfortunately, for the two, this is not a good thing. They want to be able to die soon. This terrible corrosive black mist casts like a million ants.

"Now, can you give me the forty-five chapters of the Hell's Book?" The blonde curly godmother has no sympathy for the companion's misery. The previous step, with a smile on his face, seems to be a despicable thing. Not what he did.

"It seems to be one worse." Dark konjac Basturk shook his head gently.

"You... don't push too much."

The golden curly hair sorcerer's face changed slightly, and suddenly understood the other party's meaning. He said: "You want to kill me? You want me to supplement the last material? Well, come on, kill me, you actually Do you really provoke the bottom line of the Holy See? You know what the bottom line of our agreement is. If you really anger the Holy See, you don’t have to use the holy mountain of Sicily. The Northern Territory can directly take your point. The site and the people completely turned into blue smoke!"

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