No one expected that the god of plague, who had disappeared for so many years, would have been hiding in the Moore Merchant Federation established by the goddess of wealth.

No matter how many times the Plague Church has been destroyed or how many blows it has endured, as long as the Plague God does not die, they will be able to recover from the brink of brokenness again and again.

The deity is the core of a church, and as long as the deity does not die, and His followers still believe in Him and follow His teachings, then a church will not perish.

Cervantes originally just wanted to catch a fish, but he didn't expect to catch a big fish!

The plague god they had been trying to deal with appeared in front of him, and knowing that he could no longer hide, he revealed his identity.

Licking his somewhat dry lips, the black dragon's eyes narrowed, and he laughed twice: "Marquis of Dür...... Looks like I can't call 'you' anymore, can I?

The plague god leaned on his cane, looked at him coldly, and said indifferently: "Who gave you the power to dare to call the 'god name'?!"

Cervantes took a few steps forward, passed the guards, walked behind them, and pressed the button of his pocket watch.

- From this moment on, time began to flow again!

The figure of the black dragon disappeared from sight, and the guards who charged suddenly turned around, but at this moment, the sound of snapping fingers sounded in their ears.

"Of course, it's 'power'!"

The crimson flames caught their eyes, and the sound of high-pitched laughter reached their ears, and the blazing flames suddenly magnified in the eyes of the guards, and before they could even react, they were blasted to the ground by a fire python.

Cervantes snapped his fingers, and six flames burst out behind him, and then the six flames turned into flaming pythons, swallowing the guards behind him.

The plague god watched this scene with a blank face, but he didn't make any moves, his gaze was still cold.

"Is that all?" the plague god asked in a cold voice.

Cervantes carefully put the pocket watch in his hand into the storage bag, and after hearing the words of the plague god, he looked up at him with a smile, and his lips opened lightly: "Instead of worrying about me, it is better to worry about 'you' own comfort, the plague god is ......."

As the words fell, the plague god raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but shake his beard.

With a gloomy face, he looked around again, and he frowned at the black dragon again, "You calculate me?!"

"After all, this is your home turf!" replied Cervantes with a smile.

At this time, Ziegler, who had a light smile on his face, took the hand of the puppet girl and slowly walked from the direction behind the plague god, and the crowd that was originally standing there had already run away at some point.

At another fork in the road, a young man in shabby armor and two long swords stood in the way.

His hands had already pressed the handles of the two long swords at his waist, and the surging holy power was surging, and a pair of eyes full of murderous intent stared straight at the plague god.

A legendary black dragon, a legendary red dragon, and a legendary paladin......

"That's it?!" the plague god scoffed.

Cervantes shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, "Guess?"

The smile on the plague god's face quickly disappeared, and he let out a low shout: "Undisguise!"

At the command of the gods, a strong light bloomed in front of Cervantes' eyes and behind him at the same time.

The guards shed their disguises and revealed their original faces—

The rusty scimitar in one hand and the dry wooden staff in the other, his face was hidden behind the cold armor, and only a pair of emotionless eyes were exposed in front of him.

Cervantes smiled and looked at the 'guards' in silence.

"The Divine Messenger ......"

The armor is the same, the posture is exactly the same, and the eyes are the same, except for the height and body shape.

They are the 'Divine Emissary' of the God of Plague, the Fighting Machine of the Plague Knight!

The reason why the Plague Church continues to spread the plague and create panic all over the continent is to allow the plague gods to gain divine power and use them to summon these oracles?

Seeing the appearance of these oracles, Cervantes couldn't help but laugh at himself: "It turns out that you have long realized ......"

The red dragon's eyes lit up when he saw those divine envoys, but instead of being deterred, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, pulling out a crazy arc.

The god of plague had long since realized that they were dealing with him?

"You knew we were playing against you and your church, but you still took the bait?" Cervantes couldn't help but laugh out loud with a strange expression.

"I didn't expect you to be able to touch it here......"

Rubbing his staff, the plague god sighed: "Obviously, I have already set up a bureau with the city-state alliance, but you didn't get into it. Instead, it was traced to me...... I have to say, you're out of luck!"

"You set up a bureau in the city-state alliance, but unfortunately it was disturbed by a main priest!"

Cervantes lifted his forehead and couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh: "So until now I don't know what trap you have set! It's so fun, it's so funny......"

However, after laughing, he sighed, shook his head and said, "It's a shame......"

The plague god looked at him silently, as if he were looking at a madman.

"Kill him!"

Before his words fell, several divine envoys standing behind the black dragon had already disappeared in place.

Behind Cervantes, his wings slammed open, blocking the six scimitars that had been slashed at the same time, but at the same time, the oracles lifted their staffs.

Glancing behind him, the black dragon suddenly spun around, flicked its tail and flew the six divine envoys behind him.

At the same time, Grush, who could no longer hold back the surging holy power in his body, also launched a charge.

The soles of his feet smashed into the floor tiles, and the figure suddenly disappeared, and the messengers surrounding the plague god raised their scimitars at the same time and slashed at the head of the paladin.

The middle-aged butler standing behind the plague god suddenly had round eyes, and suddenly turned his head to look, and he let out a loud shout, the light in his hand flashed, and a long sword appeared in his hand, two or three steps and one step, and slammed into the left.

Grush's figure stopped abruptly, bent on his knees, his eyes on the oracles, their movements slow to his eyes.

After grasping the handles of the double swords with both hands, he pulled them out suddenly!

Qiang –

When Grush's twin swords slashed across the waists and abdomen of the oracles, they collided with an ancient long sword, making a golden resonance.

Looking at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in front of him, Grush's eyes flickered, "Holy Spirit ......"

When Grush and the middle-aged man couldn't hold on, the fire suddenly lit up.

The plague god's eyes were red with firelight, and he saw a giant claw covered in black scales burst out of the fire and grab the body of an oracle.

The oracle struggled in his palm, but his raised thumb pressed his head into his chest, and after a few convulsions, he was silent.

The flames were surging and agitating, and the plague god looked up, only to see the huge body of the black dragon standing up, looking down at everyone, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

He disdainfully opened his mouth and spit lightly:

"Ants!" (https:)

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