Book of Gods and Demons

On this page, an old house in Hyderabad was reduced to ashes in the golden fire and thunder.

　　 The roar of the gods resounded throughout the world.

Hidden behind the scenes for decades, has been a loyal hound, hiding in the darkness conscientiously, willing to be a sharp knife, eradicating all potential dangers for Margaret III, Marta XIII, the first full-scale outbreak in his life , Burst out indescribable light and heat.

　　 His strength completely exceeded the planner's estimate.

　　 The roar of the ‘demigod’ echoed in the sky above Hyderabad, accompanied by boundless despair and terror.

　　Mata XIII held a wooden spear, and countless golden thunder rays tore through the sky, killing an extraordinary existence named El organization.

　　 The honorable 30-level member waiter, with just one blow, it becomes ashes.

　　 The distinguished archbishop of the twenty-ninth level of membership, with a single blow, it will be turned into ashes.

　　 The same noble twenty-eighth-level member bishop, with the same light stroke, turned into blue smoke.

Those twenty-seventh-level kings, twenty-sixth-level lords, twenty-fifth-level planners, who have great authority in the dark, have a party of authority, have power that surpasses kings and dukes in the ordinary sense, and their power and knowledge are far beyond ordinary Twenty-fourth-level architect, twenty-three-level librarian, twenty-two-level swordsman, etc...

　　 They also only need to lightly spear, they will be completely annihilated in the golden flames and thunder.

They cultivated those extraordinary powerhouses piled up with huge resources, those powerful fighters of the fifth and sixth steps. They didn't even get close to Mata XIII, and they were melted in the golden flames released by Mata XIII. For nothing.

　　 A cloud of golden light like a small sun shone over Hyderabad.

　　The golden light illuminates the night of Hyderabad, and countless extraordinary powers are flowing inside the body. The extraordinary people who have not left any impression in the mind of Mata XIII have disappeared without a trace in the golden light.

　　Outside the city, in a small wooden house, an old man with a scepter stood at the door, gritted his teeth and looked at Mata XIII high in the sky.

　　 "Here, heresy, how can there be such a bold person?"

　　 "He stole the power and glory of my lord."

　　 Florence stood behind the old man, watching in awe at the blazing golden light that was venting endless death and destruction.

　　 "I really didn't see that His Royal Highness Mata, who is usually taciturn, has such a power...Ah, respectable, look, is he already..."

The old man pursed his lips and said, "Yes, your guess is correct. Mata XIII, the peak of the tenth-level demigod, can step into that realm at any time... Oh, he thinks it is, now Medland is the strongest... …one."

　　 Florence sighed lightly: "Poor Lord Sarin, and, those brothers, they are considered to be, they hit the tip of a knife... This is really the worst loss for us Al in these years."

　　 The old man snorted coldly: "In your voice, I heard a whisper, don't deny it, Florence. Isn't their death a good thing for you?"

The old man's eyes shone with golden light, and he looked at Florence coldly: "When the plan of your kings is launched and you are about to reap the fruits, those waiters and archbishops with higher status than you appear, they want to grab the fruits of victory... …Your heart is full of resentment towards them, and I can clearly perceive this."

　　 Florence looked at the old man without fear: "Isn't this also your request?"

　　 The old man's eyes flickered.

　　 Florence smiled and said: "So many epic and legendary deaths, it is bound to make the whole Medland'can'..."

The old man thrust his hand from the scepter to the ground, and made a loud boom: "Enough, Florence, I don't know where you learned this taboo knowledge at your level... But, enough. There are some things you know, but you should never say them."

　　 Florence owed slightly: "So, let's start the next step?"

The old man frowned and looked at the Mata XIII suspended in the sky above Hyderabad: "Don't worry, let's slowly ferment... Our plan this time will not tolerate failure. If we can't succeed this time. In the next few hundred years, it will be difficult for us to find better opportunities."

"Anyway, let's ferment slowly... Anyway, war, death... Those dead have nothing to do with us, which is good." The old man murmured indifferently, "Only those who have suffered enough losses, those who are still waiting , Will be cruel, and increase the bet."

　　 On the outskirts of Hyderabad, the castle where Hillman held the sacrifice ceremony was suddenly shrouded in black and red light.

　　 The earth-shaking ‘hiss’ sound came from the void, and the terrifying sound overwhelmed the roar of King Mata XIII and enveloped the entire Hyderabad.

　　 The black and red light is like lava flowing on the ground, outlines a huge magic circle with a diameter of hundreds of miles, covering most of Hyderabad in it. Chaos, muddy, evil, and distorted consciousness is like a tide, flooding into everyone's minds, washing their souls.

　　 In Hyderabad, ordinary people, mortals, all of them fainted and fell to the ground under the impact of this consciousness.

　　 But those who have extraordinary powers.

　　 People who have not taken even a serial potion, but simply opened up a sea of ​​power, their power has been summoned by this terrible consciousness, or infected.

Their bodies are wriggling like large snakes. Black scales continue to grow under their skin. Their bodies are gradually elongated. Some people have huge fleshy **** growing behind their necks, and even their eyes have become vertical pupils. , Mouthful teeth turned into sharp fangs.

　　 Mata XIII roared, holding a spear in his hand, he blasted dozens of spears towards the castle in the distance.

　　 The golden thunder tears through the sky and falls fiercely on the black and red gloom above the castle.

　　 The gloomy light vibrated, splashing dozens of ripples.

　　 A sharp roar came from outside the void.

　　 The space above the castle has become a vast piece of gray, like a large piece of frosted glass.

Accompanied by the harsh tearing sound, the ground glass shattered. Through the huge crack, you can see an indescribable, huge volume, and extremely vague details. You can't see his body at all, but his body form, But like a hot red soldering iron, a horrible figure directly imprinted in the depths of your soul.

　　 Countless people who were infected by the terrible will made a sharp ‘hiss’ sound at the same time.

　　 More signs of alienation appeared on their bodies.

A strong blood spurts out from the castle, the golden thunder from Mata XIII collides with the blood, the thunder is shattered, and the blood is slightly shaking, turning into a sticky, trembling stick. The trembling beam of light rose straight up into the sky.

　　 Hillman's voice resounded through the sky.

　　 "Great Lord of Chaos, Great Lord of Greed, please accept my humble and insignificant sacrifice..."

　　 "May your light come back to the earth."

　　 "May your will, through my hands, make the whole world tremble..."

　　 Behind the crack, the unpredictable and unspeakable existence of terror squirmed slightly, so a small earthquake suddenly erupted within a thousand miles around Hyderabad.

　　 Clouds of turbid gray light descended from the sky, continuously flowing into the old castle shrouded in evil light.

　　 A black sun rose into the sky, standing side by side with the golden light formed by Mata XIII.

　　 Margaret III looked at the old castle, Heringle's killing in his hand was shaking restlessly.

"Great Heilinger, please obey the old covenant and don't bless that **** little boy." Margaret III raised Heringer's slaughter in his hand, and the long sword spewed out black divine light. , Wave after wave rushed towards the space crack above the castle.

　　 "In the name of the contemporary lord of Hydra’s bloodline, I pray for you and refuse all his petitions,"

Marguerite III hissed and screamed. Under her fair skin, countless black scales grew out. On the back of her neck, eight black qi rushed up high, and at the top of each black qi, there was a looming one. Silhouette.

　　 These figures are all Margaret III.

　　Some people are angry, some are laughing wildly, some are crying, some have sly eyes, some hesitate, some are grinning their lips...

　　 Among the eight phantoms of Margaret III, there are girls, adults, and a gentle-faced old lady.

　　 They looked down on Margaret III condescendingly, and they spoke at the same time, repeating the prayers of Margaret III.

　　 Above the old castle, the huge and incredible existence wriggled slightly again.

　　 A clear consciousness appeared in the hearts of all those who looked at him.

　　 He rejected Margaret III’s request. He insisted on blessing Hillman. He insisted on making Hillman grow and become stronger and become a stronger existence than Margaret III.

　　 With chaos, evil, corruption, and depravity as its core, He wants to see a younger, stronger, and more cruel hydra. With this little guy as the driving force, the breath of Hydra envelopes the entire Medland.

Hillman’s voice came from afar: "Grandma, you are old... Since you could push His Majesty Doren to the throne back then, UU reading www.uukanshu.com takes it for granted. When you are old, I Can replace you."

　　 Hillman talked and laughed suddenly: "He is very happy to see our cannibalism, don't you know?"

Margaret III’s long hair was flying, and the thick black fog, like a sword forest, continuously sprayed out of her body, with a rosy atmosphere, covering the entire Hyderabad, isolating that terrible will against Hyderabad. erosion.

"Sure, it makes sense." Margaret III chuckled wildly: "It makes sense... So, Hillman, I will cut off your head with my own hands to punish you. It's time to pop out and make trouble."

　　 "There is nothing wrong with any means to fight for the throne."

　　 "But for this throne, go to collude with foreign enemies... Hillman, have you thought about your last words?"

　　 Hillman laughed wildly, the whole castle collapsed and disintegrated in the dark red light.

　　 The altar and magic circle appeared.

　　 also revealed the royal family members of the Durham Empire who were slaughtered like lambs, paralyzed in the magic circle, and covered in blood.

　　 The faces of Margaret III and Mata XIII suddenly stiffened.

　　 "Hillman, you **** it."

　　 Margaret III and Mata XIII yelled in unison, the golden and black light ball, like two small suns, slammed into the altar shrouded in gloom.