The plague god remained silent, "Oh, then I want to know what 'I'...... done."

"Look here!"

Cervantes opened his arms and looked left and right, "Divine envoys, Holy Spirits, the god of plagues, if you really set up a situation with the city-state alliance, why did you summon these guys to your side? Isn't it good to send them to the city-state alliance as a pit to kill me? Why, I summoned them to my side, and arranged their identities?"

"And if you know I'm coming, why leave for a while?

Looking at the silent plague god, the black dragon shook his index finger and smiled disdainfully, "No, no!

"Because it's so important that you can't give it up – even if it's just for a while!"

The battle between the two Holy Spirits and a Legend behind him caused a deafening roar, but the black dragon's voice was still clear.

At this moment, the Holy Spirit, disguised as a butler, lifted the stones that weighed on him, crawled out of the ruins of the house, and then stepped out and rushed towards Grush.

Grush's eyes froze, and he raised his two swords to resist, but he still couldn't resist the impact.

Tremendous power came from the sword, and the butler in the monstrous armor knocked the legendary paladin flying.

The plague god glanced at it, then sneered, "And then?"

Cervantes also sneered: "Because you can't give up this identity, you try to blame others, such as the Marquis of Reynolds and the Count of Cleid, who left Gordon!"

"You need this identity to advance the process of the Moore Merchant Federation's hatred of the Duchy of Sorrow, because we have developed an antidote to the plague and opened a new path, you must defeat us or you will become weaker and weaker!"

"But the flaws in your body are too big, whether it is the Dür family, which has been passed down for dozens of generations, or the gesture of showing that you are also infected with the 'plague' - as a god, you are very qualified, but as a mortal, you do not allow yourself to ride on your head a person who at least looks like he can point fingers at you, your flaws are too big!"

Speaking of this, the black dragon sneered: "Originally, I only thought that the Dur family had been in the hands of the Plague Church for many years, and the current Marquis of Dur was also an important figure in the Plague Church, but I never thought that you would be the god of the plague. Now that I think about it, everything is smooth!"

Hearing this, the plague god's eyes narrowed, "You don't know that I am the plague god, and I even called four legends to besiege me?"

"As long as we can catch the clue of 'Marquis de Dur', we will do our best to find the 'God of Plague' and then kill 'Him' on the spot!" replied Cervantes with a smile.

"You guys, you guys really have a lot of guts......

The Plague God shook his head, "So what? does this have anything to do with what 'I' did before?"

"Because the identity of the Marquis of Durr is no longer useful, whether your identity will be revealed is no longer a question to be considered, so-"

Cervantes raised his hand and pointed at it, smirking fiercely: "You have made all the preparations for the 'breakthrough' just now, and you are not sure of escaping from us!"

"Presumptuous!" the plague god shouted angrily with wide eyes.

His right hand had clenched his cane, and he could no longer hide the anger in his heart.

Or rather, he has to be 'angry', otherwise his 'fear' will be revealed!

"And what were you doing?" asked Cervantes suddenly.

He looked at the plague god with a smile, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but grin, and his eyes flashed with cruelty, as if he were looking at a prey that had fallen into a net.

"Isn't it detonating the plague in the body of the cultists and reaping fear?"

"Otherwise, why didn't you do it just now?Why didn't you make a move when the Divine Envoy and the Holy Spirit were still in full combat power?!"

"Shadow of death, god of plague, crown, crown!

A barrage of words struck the plague god's heart, making it difficult for him to continue to contain his anger.

"Really? I see......

A soft wind suddenly blew across the faces of Cervantes and Ziegler, and the smiling red dragon touched his slightly fluttering hair and looked in the direction of Grush.

The faces of the two spirits who were fighting the food hunters suddenly changed, and two arrows landed on their bodies at the moment they lost their minds, successfully gnawing off one of their arms.

The plague god's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were fixed on the black dragon in front of him, because that black dragon was the most powerful 'legend' present!

Even if he is a god, he needs to deal with it seriously!

The Holy Spirit, who was incarnated as a butler, had a solemn look in his eyes, and he not only needed to stare at the legendary paladin in front of him, but also needed to pay attention to the red dragon.

Grush stuck the worn-out sword into the ground, holding in one hand the quaint sword he had obtained from the sacred mountain of the Eagle Plateau.

At this time, his shabby armor had taken on a new look, and the [Principles of Justice] hanging from his waist with a chain had also broken away from the chain, and he was quietly suspended beside him, constantly emitting a gentle light to the surroundings.

With brilliant blonde hair hanging down, and wings behind him fluttering slightly in the wind, he looked like an angel descending from the heavens, powerful and handsome.

The [Purifying Aura] emitted by the [Principles of Justice] constantly combed through the various plague viruses hidden in the air around him, and Grushh bloomed with a bright but not blazing light, and his eyes were clear, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

The quaint sword fluttered in the palm of its hand, and it asked its current master to fight, and its current master, Grush, the Hand of Justice, also raised it equally.

"Then, it's time to pay the price for those who have died for thousands of years because of you and the Plague Church, Plague God!"

The surging holy power was vented, and a steady stream poured out of Grush's body.

In an instant, the paladin's figure vanished, and the air erupted with a wail of pain.

Grush appeared to the Holy Spirit in a dignified and bright manner, "Come and fight me! Then I will kill you, and then I will kill your master!"

The Holy Spirit's pupils shrank, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Arrogant !!"

A battle broke out between Grush and the Holy Spirit, and the plague god stared at the black dragon in front of him with a smirk.

It's him, it's him who ruined everything!

The plague god raised his hand tremblingly, "Mortal, why rebel against the gods?"

Hearing this, Cervantes couldn't help but sneer, and then, as if remembering something, slapped his head.

"Oh, by the way, Serra asked me to bring you a message!"

He raised his thumbs up to the plague god with a big smile on his face, and the plague god was slightly stunned.

"Serra, she let me tell you—"

Cervantes' right hand suddenly flipped up and down, and he laughed wildly at the suddenly distorted face of the plague god: "Mortals have never been the toys of the gods!!

In an instant, the light rose to the sky!

Crimson and gray-green light intertwined, crashing against the solid walls that enveloped the city.

The powerful force made the shape of this cage change instantly, but the light without follow-up power only made the cage change physically.

The god of plague held his staff aloft, the camouflage on his staff turned into points of light, and a huge gray scythe appeared in the world.

Its name is [Epidemic Poison]!

The god of plague had all his hair open, and his eyes were round, like a devouring beast.

"Cervantes Doig Screaming Wind !!"

The shrieks of the gods resounded throughout the city, and the soul-striking sound caused everyone to clutch their heads in pain and let out a scream.

The god of plague [Divine Form] is coming!