Astant, the capital.

The clouds were half-dispersed, staining the sky in a dark mess. Under the sky, several areas of the city were smoothed out, and there was no difference between roads and houses, not even ruins, only patches of mud emitting black smoke. At the edge of these areas, the ruins and corpses can be seen. The deaths of the inhabitants were horrifying, and their skin melted into a gelatinous mass, revealing the yellow connective tissue and red musculature under the skin. The most bizarre thing is that they all pose with their ears covered, without exception, as if they heard a voice from hell before they died.

"Please rest in peace."

The Dance of Justice walks among the ruins, spilling its own blood at will. His left arm appeared to be broken off and was simply hung on his chest with only a bandage. Even the [Holy Healing Technique] was reluctant to use it on himself, but he once again consumed the "Holy Blood". The radiant aura beneath his feet changed once more, forming an image of the saint walking with a cross on his back. Splashed with his blood, the corpse put its hands down, then lay down, and then spontaneously combusted. In the firelight, pure and immaculate souls flew into the sky with wings of light, and even the clouds had to make way for them. Perhaps in order to welcome these new gods, the door of the Kingdom of Heaven was faintly opened, sprinkled with thousands of golden lights.

Jonny limped along. His frenzy and excitement had subsided, and his face was only sluggish. He limbly stomped on the corpse's head, crushing the flames of the souls that had been infected with death and turned blue. The human brain is the most vulnerable part, therefore, the human skull must be the hardest part of the human body. Thus, when the flesh decays, the fire of the weak soul is often ignited in the skull, rather than in the ribcage or pelvic. But it didn't work in any part, and Jonny still stepped on it with a crackle, one at a time. These souls do not go to the heavens, but are scattered into spirit children and follow invisible trails into the underworld.

Of course, there are also a few of the dead who sincerely believed in the God of Light before their deaths, and their souls radiate golden light, and they don't even need the salvation of the righteous dance music, so they fly crookedly out of the sky.

And 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 blinded by the acid rain and his face was ruined. He choked and wept aloud, for the great anger, sorrow, and misery filled every corner of his body, and it was painful, more painful than the dead air that was wrapped around his internal organs and bones, and it almost made him miserable. He finally understood that his heart was not as strong as that of a hero. Singing can erase negative emotions, but it is more like a psychedelic drug, which can only play a temporary role, never for long.

And Oliver Quinn recognized clearly: neither before nor now, he is not a strong man. A truly strong person can face everything bravely, not give in even after many hardships, and can smile naturally.

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"Hahaha! Astant's vitality is now greatly damaged! Looking at the latest pinned post, Qingyi couldn't close her mouth with joy.

Today, a great battle broke out in the capital of Astant, and the cause of it was a heroic necromantic creature called the Cayser Singer, who fought against Jonny, the "Saint-Alternate" representing the Holy See, and the "Paranoid Dance" of Justice. Necromancy is a clash of factions against the Holy See. Although the chordist and the sonic boom shooter did not go to war as everyone expected, this battle was not trivial, more than half of the residents of the capital died, and all the government affairs and work of the capital came to a standstill. Of course, the Yin Sky Singer, as the target of the public, was surrounded and killed by all the strong people, which made Qingyi feel a little sympathetic. He thought to himself: I will fight you in the future and help you get revenge!

The next post is from "Flash" Moaning Disease-free, and the title of the post is "I Managed to Escape Again". He took a screenshot of himself smiling and making a triumphant gesture against the backdrop of the waterfall "The Raging Horse of Heaven", signifying that he had crossed the Via Ferrata Mountains and returned to the south of the continent. Of course, this post is not nutritious, but the hot spot lies in the posts of other gods:

"Yo! I really want to learn, I want guidance! The rock trigger gave a "tearful puppy" emoji.

"(quoting upstairs) You're so stupid, where can you learn the escape skills of the mage department, the warrior department?" The tone of the clouds disappearing and the rain is honest and unkind.

"(quoting upstairs) the warrior was not supposed to run away in the first place." Agni's ambition rarely followed, and this is when he stepped forward.

"Based on this screenshot, I've figured out your location." Black and white binary lanes.

"(quoting upstairs) top, worship the great god. Also, cross-server speaking is a hassle, and I lost my verification code N times. Jiang Huahuo didn't even turn on the vest, ran over to join in the fun, and copied and pasted the emoji picture of the rock trigger.

"(quoting upstairs) Come here! It would be nice to change your nationality! "Agni ambition is looking forward to it.

"(Quoting upstairs) Have you forgotten that someone's career template is linked to the 'Huaxia' server? What does it mean to change nationality? Give me back my medicine! Liberty first class interjected.

"Then I'll go!" Agni's ambition is unrelenting.

(quote upstairs)**! Over you*! Let's live together! "The words of the free first class are blocked.

"Organize a group to play June sunshine, interested in private chat. In addition, the treasure bag, hurry up and return the favor. Bald Eagle said.

(quoted upstairs) ......" Treasure Bag Road.

"Agni, you're not signing up?" Bald Eagle Road.

"(quoting upstairs) There is only one super-level demonic beast in the necromancy, and it is too stupid to get the law, so it is not interesting to fight it." Agni ambition tells the truth.

"Everyone is in good spirits, is it the season of solo dating again?" Interrupted speech.

Originally, the gods were already chatting in the version, and after a cold sentence, the gods scattered as birds and beasts, leaving only these words that radiated brilliant brilliance for ordinary players to admire.

After reading the post, Qingyi smiled and smiled, so he kept an eye on it. Another war with Bald Eagle is a certainty, but who can support him in the war? Seru Vega? Bigbower? Astant? Or Sara Monroe? Qingyi doesn't want to fight, firstly, because Skaul is promoted to a hero, and his strategy is more mature and stable, it may not be easy to win, but at least he won't lose; The second reason is that as soon as there is a war, the price of armaments will rise like a rocket, and the sales channels will have to be opened, which will be beneficial and harmless to the Dusk Empire, which produces "broken silver" precision armaments with great fanfare.

He couldn't help but laugh.

Forced to retire by the poisonous Grahide, killed by the trickery of the Bald Eagle, lost by the clouds, gossip master, rock trigger, free first class, destroyed by Dances of Justice, Jonny, and Scott Thornmas...... Tempered by the ensuing difficulties, his nerves were as tough as hemp rope. In the past, the bald eagle had to let him think about it for most of his casual words, but now he thinks it's not a big deal, anyway, the soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it. This may be what Jiang Huahuo said, with different visions, the realm is also different. Although he used to be the king of necromancy, and now he is also the king of necromancy, Qingyi knows that he has grown a lot. He has changed from an "unqualified" king to a "barely qualified" king, and it is difficult for others to know the ups and downs.

At his current position, he should not think too much about himself, but also about the development of the country. Indeed, he has always wanted to protect and protect his subordinates with his own strength, but only now he understands that compared with the country and the team, the power of an individual is limited. The stronger the Dusk Empire, the more confident he is to say "protect everyone". So he didn't go to leveling up at all now (at most, he was training life-saving combat skills), but accumulating his family wealth with Brian and Skaul, waiting for the moment to accumulate and develop.

Thinking of this, he hurried online, as if he would die a second late.

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In a hidden valley, stands a black castle. The castle is surrounded by a large garden, walled with black iron balustrades and gargoyle statues. The withered vines in the garden are reluctantly wrapped around the railing, revealing a bit of desolation.

Many black-robed mages entered the castle gates, silent though no one maintained discipline. They are old and young, fat and thin, without exception, their eyes are green, and their faces are pale, as if they have been hungry for most of their lives. They carried withered dead heads, or magic books that emitted black mist, and even a few black wands that clung to the sound of wailing. The people who know that this black castle is the headquarters of the Dark Church.

The interior of the castle is very eerie, with only a few fires, and it seems to be stingy with lamp oil money. The corridor is narrow, and the walls on both sides seem to be flattened, and I don't know what kind of place is behind the wall, which takes up so much space. Every now and then something would crawl over the dome with a sharp creak that would make the hairs stand on end, but when you look up again, you can see only a shadow that the lights cannot illuminate. However, none of this could affect the path of the evil mages, for this was their home, and they were much more at ease when they returned to it than outside.

At the end of the hallway was a door with a purple-black curtain, and through it, the mages came to a hall. The hall was quite empty, and there were two or three hundred people standing on it, and I am afraid that it took up most of the space of the castle. There were five or six other doors in the hall, and purple and black curtains were also hung on the doors. And in the center of the hall, there is a bottomless pool with a diameter of twenty meters, and it is hard to imagine that it was dug by hand. There is a railing on the edge of the pool, but there is also a trap door, and somebody probably has to be thrown into it every now and then. The rich dark element is like a pool of water, almost overflowing the pool, and no one knows what is going on underneath.

The mages stood around the pool and moved away from it. A hoarse mage held up a booklet and began to roll it out, to a whispered reply. When the lengthy roll call was finally over, the mage closed the booklet and said to himself, "There are five people who are absent, hehehe." ”

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

Astant's branch crashed into the Knights of the Iron Hoof and was killed by the "Saint-Alternate". Upon hearing of this, Archdeacon Rasputin refused to show up on the pretext that he was unwell, because his only son, Gregory, was one of the war dead. In addition, the four cronies of the Rasputin family also died with the young master, and the loss was not small.

After the roll call, it was time for the customary initiation ceremony. The recommended person walks to the edge of the pool and drips the blood with a little magic of his own power into the pool, and he can be regarded as a new deacon with the right to speak. Although it was just a ritual and had no practical effect, over the years, the pool had been nourished with an aura of terror.

After the ceremony, the hoarse throat-throated mage stomped his wand again and said sharply, "The meeting has officially begun." In the latest news, the clone of the White Bone Tyrant suddenly broke free of control and attacked the escort team led by the soul mage Diesel. There were only three survivors. ”