Xiaoqing, oh, or should it be called Fabio now. He completed the devouring and fusion of golden blood, and obtained his own transformation and promotion.

Humanoid, advanced. The identity of the Raging Windrunner has given him an all-round improvement in his ability.

Raphael appears to be gone, but has already burrowed into the waters of the fishing port of Stanpek. The sea will provide him with a very reliable hide, and as long as it is not for the presence of the murder god Shirek himself, then he will not be at risk of being discovered.

And a holy hand? At most, it is the manifestation of a trace of divine power, and even then it is the sky.

He walked his spiritual power along the seawater that poured into it, infiltrated the other party's temple, and turned into Raphael's eyeliner.

Inside, Jerónimo Gior had prepared all the utensils and decorations, and the members of the Dark Sun sat around the altar and began to sing the praises of the murder god Ciric.

If these things are heard in the ears of ordinary people, they will inevitably think that this is scolding, but they are actually singing praises here......

It's all about murder, lies, conspiracy, and fraud, and only by listening to them will you feel why the god of murder is so feared by so many people.

"Hearing this, this person is really wet with rain and dew, and everyone has to provoke it. It's really fun. "In this kind of place, Raphael doesn't even dare to call the other party's god name, otherwise it will be a fire. Compared with the other party's strength, the gap is still very large.

Especially if he has a godhead on him, it is simply his most delicious meal.

Suddenly, a purple-black light appeared in the center of the altar, and the light of the surrounding skulls jumped happily with this purple-black light, and the cries of the members of the Dark Sun became louder and louder, and the amplitude of the body swing became larger and louder.

"Jerónimo Gior, is there anything you are looking for me?" A slightly shrill voice suddenly came from the altar, the god of murder and the title of the king of lies. The reason why this enemy who provoked so many people has not been besieged to death has something to do with it.

He has many disguised forms: ghosts, skeletons, demons, and demons. However, many believe that his true image is that of a slender man with terrifying black eyes and dead white skin. These messages seem to have come from the revelations of Kranvo and Mystra, but who can catch such a cunning fox?

"God, I have a gift for you here." Jerónimo Gior hurriedly fell to his knees on the ground, and slowly prostrate himself forward, his head resting on the ground, respectfully like a pug.

"Huh? I smell the god of tyranny in him. Oh, the holy hand of a dark hand. A wonderful offering. The purple-black light of the murder god Shirek leaned towards Adonis, his words intriguing.

"Tell me, where did this come from?" However, this person's suspicion made him can't help but ask this sentence, and he still knows what Jerónimo Gioor's strength is. Can you capture the holy hand of this dark hand? Obviously not by his strength can do it. He was a little skeptical that Jerónimo Gior was trying to trap him.

"This sacrifice was made last time by a member of the Abrahamic family." The cold sweat on Jerónimo Joor's forehead slid down, licked his somewhat dry lips, and spoke cautiously.

"That member of the Abrahamic family last time? The Dickie Arcane Empire has been dead for centuries, so how could you suddenly be approached? The murder god Shirek was obviously dissatisfied with Gironimo Jorr's words, and his tone had cooled down a little.

Jerónimo Jor hurriedly recounted what had happened, "Heh, it looks like this guy is planning to get me into a fight with Ben's stupid donkey. A hand of darkness? It's a good fuse. "Although the god of murder, Shirek, is crazy, but his brain is definitely first-class, otherwise he would not have lived so long under the fear of so many gods.

"Oops, I only thought of one thing, I didn't think of the second." Raphael's only thinking about the hatred between the two, but forgetting to take into account the suspiciousness of the murder god Ciric, is a failure.

"So what does God mean to let this man go?" In a thoughtful tone, Jerónimo Gior asked, saying that the boss's temper was so elusive that talking to him was like walking on a rope.

"Let go? Why throw away a gift that comes to your door? Bene and I are irreconcilable, so what if we do fight? Do I need to be afraid of him? When the god of murder, Ciric, heard this and let out a sneer. Whoever sent it, for whatever purpose, could make Bane, the god of tyranny, uncomfortable and unpleasant. Then it's worth it.

After speaking, a small point of light split from the purple-black light and landed on Adonis's body.

Spontaneous combustion without fire, the raging fire instantly devoured Adonis's body, leaving not even his soul behind.

"Leave me a snack about that Abrahamic guy. As long as you can pull him into the dark sun, the position of the seventh son of the dark sun, I will leave one for you. Also, give up this place. The god of murder, Herok, was clearly pleased with the sacrifice, and after a moment's reflection, he spoke to Jerónimo Jor.

"Please rest assured, I will do my best to meet God's expectations." When Jerónimo Gior heard that the position of the Seven Sons of the Dark Sun was opening a crack in the door to him, he was almost knocked unconscious by the pie. But he held back his joy and swore by it. Whether it can be done or not, it is absolutely right to speak first to ensure that it is absolutely right.

The purple-black light dissipated with the sound of an egg shattering, turning into bits of light that fell above the dark sun's heads around the altar, seeping into it.

"Pull me in? It seems that he can only disappoint this one. Raphael listened to the conversation between the two and thought to himself. Then, after making sure that it was safe, he pulled this trace of spiritual power out of it.

Then he drove Fabio out of the water, thinking about Bloometta all the way.

……

A wasteland of destruction and despair

Bane, the god of tyranny, was enjoying the most enjoyable moments of the day, watching the nobles fight over the flapping of the hand of darkness, and the battles flowed through his eyes like a movie image.

"Huh? Is Adonis dead? The god of tyranny frowned slightly, then sat up from a half-lying position. His eyes closed slightly, and he began to connect with the place where Adonis's soul had finally dissipated.

A picture came into his mind, as if someone had deliberately left such a picture for him to see.

"Ciric, do you only dare to show your head at such a time?" The hand of the god of tyranny slammed down, and in an instant, the entire wasteland of destruction and despair shook the earth.

"Is it the fishing port of Stanpek? Let the nearest hand of darkness wipe out this place for me, and I will see all the cubs of this rat die! The god of tyranny immediately conveyed the message, and a soft female voice came from the side.

"God, because of your previous orders, many members of the Dark Hand are staying at sea, and it is not so easy to organize a battle at once." It was a woman dressed in a green sacrificial robe, which completely enveloped her body, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"Let more than seventy percent of the hands of darkness return, and ten Amberi are no threat to one Ciric. Ciric hasn't moved in years, and I thought he died in some unknown place. Since the rat has popped up, there is no reason for him to eat our rice. ”

If someone else had told him this in the anger of the god of tyranny, he would have strangled the other party long ago. But this woman allowed him to suppress this anger and restore the peace he deserved.

"I see, I've been asking people for all these years where the dark sun is. When Ciric had disappeared after hindering God's actions, he had never imagined that he would come out and cause trouble at such a sensitive time. The woman seemed to have no emotion, and her tone of voice was always so constant that she dared to call Shirek by his name.

But this is the wasteland of destruction and despair, the kingdom of Bane, the god of tyranny, and as long as Ciric doesn't go crazy, he won't rush up stupidly. Although the relationship between the two is irreconcilable, neither of them is willing to rashly launch a war of the kingdom of God. Especially Ciric, no one knows where the High Throne is hidden.

"This rat is an opportunist in the first place, and if he is given a little bit of leverage, he will dare to bet against others. However, gambling itself is a game of probability, and no one can make money forever without losing. I'm going to take this guy down someday. ”

When Bane, the god of tyranny, said this again, the coldness in his eyes almost froze the sea. His own death was inextricably linked to this guy in the first place, ostensibly because he died with Tom in a fierce battle outside Port Tantris.

But in fact, there is a great deal of credit to this prince of lies behind this. Yes, at that time, Ciric was not the current king of lies, and he became famous in a fight, which gave him his current fame.

This led many to think that he was dead, and many of his followers all converted to Ciric. The Lord of Lies also inherited most of his priesthood and became the biggest winner in this battle. You said that there was no planning and arrangement behind this, and Bane would not believe it if he killed him.

That's why the relationship between the two is so bad, so irreconcilable.

"I'm sure this old cage will be able to catch this mouse very quickly." When the woman said this, her tone finally changed a little, it was self-confidence, confidence in something.

"If that rat is just hiding like that, I really can't do anything about him, since he sticks out his head, then I don't have to go back." As the god of tyranny spoke, unbridled laughter spread throughout the wasteland of destruction and despair.

……

Fabio was extremely fast, and Werner was left in the Bartholomew area by Raphael. His original idea was to use Werner as an umbrella, which would ward off the 'rain' from the sky and radiate into a firewall.

Heatina, the goddess of magic, affirmed Raphael's idea, and Raphael opened up some of Werner's privileges to her. Since the last time she spoke, the goddess of magic has continued to do her own thing, but she has also begun to contribute to Raphael. For example, he opened up a private magic network line for him.

This allowed him to accept the prayers of the believers normally despite the surveillance of Mystra, which is why Heatina was able to communicate with the believers without being noticed. Mystra seems to have the entire web in her hands, but as Heatina recovers, she can hold it in her hands at any time.

But a free coolie to help you do what you're supposed to do, so why not?

Unbeknownst to her, Mystra was a little nervous about this, and kept mobilizing her followers to pursue Heatina's location. But nothing was found.

Heatina also secretly mobilized her followers to find the Space Tree Fruit, and Raphael provided a lot of information for this. Because this thing was precious and disposable, there were always people who couldn't help but show it off.

The way for the Ottore royal family to obtain the Space Tree Fruit is the easiest and easiest way, and Raphael naturally will not choose to go far. But the followers under the goddess of magic, Heatina, are all over the continent of Io, and the power they can burst out is simply not comparable to Raphael's original single-handedness.

Anyway, no one can have too many of this kind of thing, and while no one knows the preciousness of the space tree fruit yet, it is unimaginable to be able to obtain a few more. When the time comes, if you become a god, the kingdom of God will definitely need one, and the Balchik plane and the secret realm will also need one each, plus the heart of Heatina's spell.

After such a careful calculation, there are really some goods that should not be sought. There are ten sources of space tree fruits in my memory, and there are nine more than one that I have obtained.

When the time comes, it will be wonderful to use this thing to tie up some reliable gods in the car.

"Master, Bloometta is almost there." The Stormrunner isn't fast, and he's not as swaggering as a dragon, making it a great way to get around.

"Let's go to the forest first, and the portraits of me must have been all over the Bloomerta, and if we rush in so upright, it will be so that Archduke Louis Pöchens will not have a good night's sleep to-day." Raphael withdrew from his meditation and pointed to a dense primeval jungle below.

"Okay." Fabio answered, and landed in one of the clearings.

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