Blood Princess and the Knight

In front of him was a golden giant who couldn't get a glimpse of its full picture. Mian just stood there quietly, and its strength was undoubtedly revealed.

No one can rise to the mood of destroying or replacing this golden giant, just like a kind of imprisonment of thought, as if the robe represents the power to build Baland, unmatched and unparalleled.

"Well, is this the creator of Barland?" The bird-faced man's shoulders trembled, and his feet were unstoppable. He couldn't hold it even though he had absorbed the ultimate black body and the external energy devouring energy. The supreme majesty.

In front of Miao, the bird-faced man is like a weak and sad ant. "It's okay, it's okay." The bird-faced man wipes away his cold sweat. "The gods have no autonomous consciousness and can be controlled by human beings."

He took out an ancient book, repeated comparisons, and finally moved his gaze to the core of the groove in the heart of the gods.

As long as you enter, you can become a **** himself!

Under the gods, the bird-faced man, who was unable to move an inch, stood up strong.

Victory is in sight, what am I afraid of? Isn’t the plan for thousands of years just for today? ?

Thinking of this, the Niaomian man mobilized the **** Xing, holding his body and came to the god.

He swallowed, walked through the air, and carefully walked into the groove of the energy core.

The moment he walked in, the energy core shut down, enclosing him.

"This?..." The bird face trapped in the groove was unknown. "Does this start to assimilate the gods?"

"Well, yes, it is indeed about to start assimilation, but it is not the gods who are assimilated, but you." At this moment, another joking voice appeared in the domain of gods that should have been calm.

"Who?" The bird-faced man looked around vigilantly, and finally saw a beautiful figure on the ground where he was before.

The woman had devil horns, she had a plump body, her fingers lightly touched her red lips, and her charming face was full of playfulness.

"You, who are you? This is the realm of gods, how did you get in?" The bird-faced man was horrified. He always felt that the woman's face was a bit familiar. Suddenly, he remembered it.

"You are, the little cat lady next to Bai Ji? How did you find me?"

"Find you? Please, you take yourself too much, do I need to deliberately come to you?" Kerr rolled his eyes. "To be honest, in places like the Realm of Gods, I have been in and out thousands of times and hundreds of times. It's almost the same quality as my toilet."

"Who are you? Do you also have the organs of the Lord God?"

"Oh, you are right." Kerr stroked the pocket watch hanging in front of Xiong.

"What do you want to do?" Now is the most critical moment, and the appearance of this woman completely exceeded the bird's expectations. He can only delay as much as possible and negotiate conditions with the other party.

However, it seems that the other party did not make any trouble at this most critical moment.

"What are you doing? What are you not doing? Just come over and have a look and infer the progress. By the way." Kerr tiǎn tiǎn his lips. "Visit the awkward and unwilling death of the clever puppies."

"? What do you mean? Don't mess around, after I become a god, you will be prosperous and prosperous."

"A **** in one bite?" Kerr rolled his eyes. "Please, move your mind to think about it. If this can become a god, why hasn't a **** been born so many times in the past?"

"Haven't you thought about where the winning Devourers went?"

"Of course they become gods, and then go to rule other worlds!"

"Puff haha! Do you think so, you really are, yes, they have indeed become gods in a certain sense, but their existence has completely disappeared."

"Are you...what are you talking about..." The bird-faced figure realized something, and suddenly, steam burst into all directions.

The core in this giant body began to work, and the bird-faced man’s eye sockets were cracked. He felt that the swallowing power from his body was being forcibly pulled out of his body. "This, what is this?! Let me out!"

"The ultimate black, the innocuous white, the way of the gods is born for the selection of new gods is not accurate. To be precise, it is for the selection of the energy core of the gods." Kerr grinned.

"There will be a day when the energy of the gods will be exhausted. When the way of the gods is opened again, it means that the power of the gods will be exhausted."

"In order to make Balland continue to continue, he initiated the way of God, and let competitors from different worlds fight for life and death, so as to continue the life of the gods!"

"Why, yes." The bird-faced man was completely ruined, and he was about to die weakly in front of the iron prison, staring at Kerr firmly. "Who are you and why do you know this"

"Who am I? Well, since I told you so much, I might as well tell you something." Ke'er smiled mysteriously.

"Well, I am the founder of Chaos Church."

Chapter 44~The Calm Months (Part 1)

The chaos church, the date of its establishment is unknown. According to research, this mysterious organization has existed as early as the first era.

Because the organization is extremely low-key, it has not received too much attention from the forces. A large amount of information and secrets within the church have been preserved from ancient times. However, these documents are not accessible to ordinary church members. The level must be It must be more than sacrifice.

As the helm of the contemporary Chaos Church and the general manager of the church literature, he has never found clues about the founder of the Chaos Church in these relatively scattered collections of ancient essays. It can be said that the founder of the church is a mystery. Exist, any information about him cleverly avoided his relevant information.

"Oh, now that's the matter, are you reluctant to tell me the truth?" The bird-faced man who was about to be sucked into chengren fell to his seat, leaning on the iron prison and said miserably.

"I don't have such a bad taste as to deceive a poor bug not far from death." Ke'er put his hands around Xiong. "Otherwise, where do you think the seeds of Devouring Seed come from? Of course I brought them back from the ultimate black and innocuous white. The fact that seeds appear out of thin air in the competition field is a strange theory in itself."

"You, you really didn't lie to me?..." The bird-faced man grabbed the iron jail, looked at the demon with horns outside and looked at him.

"It's said that I don't have to lie to a poor person who is about to die, besides... we are more or less comrades who are a little bit jiāo. Seriously, I am very grateful to you for making this perfect situation today."

"Perfect, situation?..." The bird-faced man smiled bitterly with a hoarse voice. He didn't know what Kerr meant by the perfect situation, but if she was really the founder of the Chaos Church, everything made sense. Up.

As the founder, delete unnecessary documents from the remaining documents, leaving only what you want to keep and part of the truth, and guide all subsequent participants to become instrumentalists to achieve her goals.

It turns out that he is nothing more than a chess piece, but he pretends to be a chess player without knowing it, "Are you really the founder?" The bird-faced man murmured as if to himself. "The Church of Chaos was founded in the First Era, the First Era, how could the mortal species survive as long as four eras?" Is the only station of this novel.

"This question, are you sure you want to know?"

"This is the time, naturally I don't want to leave a trace of regret." Birdmian said weakly. "I have planned for a thousand years to become the mansion of the gods, and used tens of thousands of people for this. In the end, I am just another person's pawn... It is a lie to say that I will not be reconciled. I'm not the kind of person who can't afford to play, but if possible, please give me the truth."

"Okay, then I'll tell you another secret." Kerr cleared his throat, and suddenly, his voice was like a sixtieth old woman. "Little Mogg, how are you doing these days? Don't come here unscathed."

"You!" The bird face almost straightened up from the ground.

Although the tone has changed, this tone is too familiar. In this world, there is only one person who knows his name, and that is the helm of the previous generation of Chaos Church that has passed away.

"Since when have you been guiding me to give birth to the thought of becoming a god." The bird-faced man lay in the iron prison, completely defeated.

"To be honest, even if you gave me so many hints, I still haven't figured out what your ultimate goal is." The bird-faced man sighed, claiming to be a wise man, and his life that has been active for more than a thousand years is about to come to an end. Although he regrets this, it is more of a relief. "Sure enough, I'm too dull, teacher."

"Not so, my purpose is normal if ordinary people don't think of it."

"Ordinary people..." The bird-faced man laughed dryly. "So, in your eyes, am I in the category of ordinary people? This is simply the worst derogatory term for du in the world."

Kerr was silent for a moment. "My purpose is simpler than you think, that is..."

When she was about to speak, the sound of the huge machinery stopped, and the bird-faced man lying in it calmed down.

"This time, I have also worked hard for you." Ke'er closed her eyes and prayed. When she opened her eyes, the tall giant was still standing here, but it gave people a very extraordinary feeling, as if he was self-conscious. He opened his eyes in a deep sleep. Although he didn't move, he felt completely different from what he had just now.

Chapter 44 ~ The Calm Months (Part 2)