Book of Gods and Demons

By the small lake, the moment the bright light lit up.

A loud thunder blast from high in the sky, and Joe dropped from the sky with a black light.

Sherlock's half body fluttered to the ground, and Joe appeared beside him as if he was teleporting out of thin air. With his left hand, he hugged him, and his right hand took out a bottle of Yingui Church's regeneration potion and poured it into his mouth.

After dropping the empty potion bottle, Joe poured Sherlock another bottle of potion to accelerate healing.

Sherlock's almost dissipated breath stabilized, and his breathing became a little bit stronger. He felt Joe's breath, staring at his dark and hollow eyes, and screamed: "Joe...Joe... ...I...I came here specifically to find you."

On Sherlock's body, pieces of charred and carbonized skin continued to fall off.

Under his skin, the tender tender flesh and tender skin constantly re-growth, but these newly-born flesh continue to scorch and carbonize, just as if there is a large stove in his body, which is constantly emitting high temperature and burning him. s life.

When he talked, the breath from his mouth was extremely hot.

A strong light hit from the front, the 30th-level waiter held the wooden staff in both hands, and the staff with the staff turned into a fiery, pure light, which slammed into Joe's chest.

Joe stretched out his right hand and grasped the gleaming wooden staff.

Deep darkness poured out from Joe's hand, and the darkness eroded the strong light. With a muffled noise, the wooden staff exploded with countless rune-like flashes, and instantly shattered.

The darkness extended along the wooden staff to the man.

The man hissed and screamed like a ghost. He staggered backwards and backwards again and again. On his Guanghua body, a little black trace was continuously distorted and quickly spread to the surroundings.

"Joe von Witto... Disciple of Sherlock!" the man yelled while backing away.

Joe made a fist with his right hand, countless black thunders wrapped around his fist, accompanied by bursts of terrible thunder, Joe blasted out with a punch, and a fist print the size of a water tank quickly flew out and hit the man severely. Body.

The man put his hands together, and he recited a secret mantra in a low voice.

A strong light fell from the sky.

Under the force of the man, a gap of a hundred feet in diameter appeared in the void. The Dirac Sea was directly connected to the mainland of Medland. The four basic elements turned into a flood and landed on the man’s side, and then went through complicated Transformed into a pure, absolute light, and turned into a light mask of a hundred feet in diameter, which tightly enveloped him.

The fist marks formed by the black thunder bombarded the mask heavily.

Dense thunder continued to explode, the ground trembled violently, huge waves were set off on the small lake, and the muddy waves slapped the surface of the lake, making a crisp sound.

The man's body was trembling violently, and the mask continued to shrink and collapse foot by foot, but the thunder fist mark was intact. On the contrary, it was also absorbing the four basic elements in the Dirac Sea. The fist mark continued to strengthen and the volume continued to expand. .

The man's body stepped backwards step by step, and large black marks on his skin continued to spread. Wherever the black marks passed, his skin rotted and ulcerated, and pus, blood and rotten flesh continued to fall off his body.

"You... a naive, how can you have such power?" the man roared loudly.

"Very boring question!" In Joe's eyes, the crimson light was flourishing, and deep in his eyes, two small magic circles were rapidly transforming, madly absorbing the crimson power rushing in his body.

Joe put his arms around the seriously injured Sherlock and strode towards the man.

The mask vibrated violently, and Joe's right hand was wrapped in thick black smoke, his fingers were cast like black crystals, and he pressed a palm on the mask fiercely.

The mask made an overwhelming cracking sound, and Joe laughed loudly. The black smoke spreading from him broke the mask and quickly enveloped the man inside.

A distorted Hydra phantom appeared behind Joe, chaos, greed, evil, and ferocity spewed out, a terrible will descended out of thin air, accompanied by the crisp sound of the void twisting and breaking, and locked in. The soul of the man.

"Heringle..." the man hissed and screamed.

‘Boom’!

The man's body exploded, and a pure and blazing red light the size of a fist flew up into the sky, making a deafening sound of breaking through the air. After breaking through dozens of layers of black smoke, he was about to break through the air and flee for Yaoyao.

"Lüling!" In Joe's eyes, countless crimson **** patterns hovered and flew, and he gave a low cry.

In the air, countless black and crimson intertwined electric lights blasted down and turned into a large net, tightly wrapping the red light flying out of the man's body.

The void was shaking, collapsing, and squeezing, an invisible space cage was formed out of thin air, and the red light was solidified in mid-air abruptly.

An instinct flooded Joe's heart.

He waved his right hand lightly, and gave a soft drink: "Decompose."

The mass of red light suddenly exploded, turning into countless extremely thin light curtains connected into one piece.

"Analysis!" Joe looked at the light curtain, in which countless figures and images flickered. These are all the memories of this man in his life, and all the things he has experienced are undoubtedly revealed in this light curtain.

A flood of memories flooded into Joe's mind.

He squinted his eyes and easily received the memory. In a few short breaths, he swallowed the memory of this man...

Not swallowed clean.

Joe's analysis and analysis only reached twenty years ago.

The memory of this man in the last two decades is protected by a forbidden force.

Just as Joe wanted to peek into his memory of the last twenty years, this forbidden power emerged out of thin air, completely destroying the man's memory, leaving no residue.

That's the case, Joe also gained an extremely comprehensive understanding of the Al Organization through this man's memory.

Thirty-level waiter!

This is almost at the pinnacle of the Al organization.

He has countless secrets, and he has countless resources.

Many of these secrets and resources are the man's single-line contact, and many of them are the power he secretly developed for himself by using the power and resources in his hands.

Now, this power has been completely controlled by Joe, as long as Joe uses the man's secret seal and secret code, he can control this power.

It's just that, to Joe now, this power... really doesn't make much sense, but if it is used to strengthen the background of the Rittal family, it is qualified enough.

Well, let’s say nothing else, just say that this man directly controlled the five mountain kingdoms in the mountains to the west of Tulum Harbour, and he was the supreme king of those five kingdoms... For the Rittal family, But it is really a big piece of fat.

Joe hugged Sherlock cautiously and came to the edge of the woods. He took off his coat and put Sherlock on the ground.

He looked at Sherlock with a complicated mood.

Sherlock, a mentor, how should I put it... To be honest, he didn't help Joe much, and Joe's growth rate far exceeded the limit Sherlock could imagine.

Replaced by an ordinary person, Sherlock was introduced to join the Al organization, she must be grateful for Dade, and respect Sherlock as a god.

But Joe...

Well, whether Sherlock helps Joe or not.

But Sherlock is Joe's mentor after all, and he has a friendship for Joe.

Joe stood beside Sherlock. In his mind, countless familiar charms and other strange secrets appeared in his mind.

Part of the secret spells and secret techniques came from the waiter who was swallowed by Joe's memory.

Part of the secret spells and secret techniques came directly from the depths of Joe's soul... This should belong to the memory of "Crimson" and the skills that "Crimson" once possessed.

Joe's hands formed weird handprints. He stood beside Sherlock with the handprints on top of Sherlock. He chanted the secret mantra, the Dirac Sea opened, and the four basic elements poured into the body, swiftly flowing through the air pockets. After a complex transformation, the four basic elements were forced by the force of crimson into A group of silver-white divine light.

Gentle, clean, flawless, full of vitality.

This is the divine power of Mutesthe...This is the magic of the cultivation of Mutesthe, reaching an extremely high level. Almost the top priests who can be named as ‘saints’ can condense the life magic!

Joe is not a priest of Muteste.

He has never practiced the magic of Yingui Church, and has never recited the scriptures of Muteste.

He can possess the vitality and divine power of Muteste, this kind of behavior is called in the church-overstepping, blasphemy... This is an absolute heresy!

Joe didn't have any consciousness about this.

He chanted the secret mantra in a low voice, and a clear silver holy water spurted out of the silver light, like a light rain, sprinkled on Sherlock's body.

The devastating and terrifying high temperature in Sherlock quickly melted, his body was squirming, the charred and carbonized skin began to disappear, the new flesh continued to grow, and new eyeball tissues began to grow in his eye sockets, and he was vaporized. The roots of my limbs ~www.ltnovel.com~ Numerous granulation squirming rapidly, and quickly breeding out.

After just half a quarter of an hour, Sherlock, who was intact, took a loud breath, coughed up a few clots of blood, stood up tremblingly, looking at Joe with a complicated expression.

"Mr. Sherlock, you are all right... Our 30th-level waiter, Lord Rhein, why would he personally kill you?" Joe shrugged, "I found out from his memory that he was more than 100 years , They all live in seclusion in their own castle, basically not going out."

Sherlock panted heavily. He stared at Joe firmly and hissed: "Conspiracy, Joe, conspiracy... part of Al, they want... they want to be a living **** and rule the entire May Derain."

"I underestimated their ambitions. The news that Florence told me was false, not comprehensive at all, and could not describe all their ambitions."

"They are cooperating with the church. They want to expand the war. They want to bring out the true leader of Al... They want to open the treasure of the Knights of Suffering and get some of the things inside..."

Joe looked at Sherlock in surprise for a while, then shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Expand the war? Ah, I think, His Royal Highness Salian, and many people in the Empire, welcome them to do this."

"Expand the war? Ha, if the scale of the war is further expanded, His Royal Highness Salian will really only be able to make me a prince..."

"As for the living God?"

Joe pursed his lips and said nothing.

His pupils turned red all over, burning like a small sun. At this moment, his mood was calm and he didn't urge the power in his body, but his face pupils were just like that, permanently turning red.

The crimson will fills the whole body.

The living god?

Crimson said, ignoring it.