Book of Gods and Demons

A burly white-armored knight walked slowly out of the crowd.

He held a spear almost three times his height, raised his head proudly, and yelled loudly: "Mortal, hand over Medland's axis, kneel down, and kiss our feet, you can live!"

The janitor No. 7 smiled without saying a word, holding Medland's axis with his hands very tenderly, letting countless stars spout from it, hovering and dancing rapidly around him.

Margaret III took Heringle's slaughter and took a few steps towards the white knight in stride.

She coldly looked at the white-armored knight up and down for a while, and then sneered mockingly: "Yeah, let me see who you are... No, no, I don't have any impression of your face!"

Ruling the Durham Empire for more than seventy years, the queen fan that will be raised for decades has completely exploded. Margaret III's arrogance, arrogance, superiority, and commanding aura at this moment are far more arrogant than the pretended white-armored knight. A hundred times stronger.

"I have no impression of your ugly, ordinary face, and all the real nobles and real powerhouses in Medland, I remember clearly... Therefore, the little mouse that came out of the gutter like you, Is it relying on kneeling and licking some people's feet, that has become an unbelievable nouveau riche?"

The words of Margaret III shivered these newly-advanced gods in white armor to the extreme.

A group of white-armored knights had their faces distorted with anger, but several knights with their figures and facial features that were clearly characteristic of the people of the Derren Empire, they were angry, but subconsciously took two steps back.

Margaret III did not know them, but they knew Margaret III.

Even if oneself already possesses incredible power, facing the queen of the empire, some people are still full of awe, even deep fear!

Margaret III sneered: "Very well, it seems, some of you know me?"

She waved Heilinger's killing: "Then, you should know my temper... So, get out of here... Otherwise, it's not just you, even your family..."

Several new gods who were apparently born in the Durham Empire shivered, and then stepped back subconsciously.

The white-armored knight standing in front of Margaret III keenly discovered the abnormality of his companions. He roared in annoyance, then turned around and yelled at those frightened companions: "You trash, remember you Our current identity... We are now the lord of the great war..."

The white-armored knights let out a roar of anger and anger.

When Margaret III roared back at the white-armored knight in front of him, it was a bit of a sneak attack, and a sword slashed towards his neck.

Heringle's slaughter brought a dense black light, and immediately came to the white-armored knight.

The white-armored knight who was scolding his companion yelled loudly. The spear in his hand was like a soft serpent, and it drew a wonderful arc very flexibly, and it was dangerously and dangerously blocking the front of the sword.

A loud bang of ‘ding’.

The white and black light flickered, and the two violently collided, bursting out dazzling electric light.

Margaret III's figure remained motionless, and the white-armored knight groaned, staggered back a dozen steps, and his two arms trembled violently unconsciously.

Margaret III squinted and smiled: "Sure enough, it is a nouveau riche who has been promoted by external forces... Your soul has completed the transformation, and you have mastered a certain law and power... But your essence is so weak... God?"

She ridiculed: "This is really the weakest **** I have ever seen!"

The white armored knights looked at Margaret III stiffly.

The white-armored knight, who was smashed by her sword, roared loudly: "For the glory of my lord...brothers, kill them, that is the axis of Medland...With it, the will of my lord can It really covers Medland!"

Dozens of white-armored knights raised their spears at the same time.

They began to shout the name of Varis.

In the void, a huge mighty force descended.

The white divine light fell on these white-armored knights, and under their feet, the blood-colored flames rolled, turning into a huge magic pattern halo covering all directions.

The eyes of these white-armored knights suddenly changed.

Their eyes became as clear and shiny as burning rubies.

Their aura rapidly strengthened, and there was a loud ‘bang bang’ trembling of bones and meridians in their bodies, and their physical strength began to soar.

Around the tens of thousands of demigod knights killed by Joe's thunderstorm, a large swath of blood spurted out.

These blood lights condensed into fist-sized divine patterns, engulfing the life energy and life essence of the killed demigod knights, and continuously injected them into the bodies of dozens of white-armored knights.

Marguerite III said with emotion: "Aha, use these hapless cannon fodder to die, and then use them as fruits in the juicer, and everything is used to perfect you?"

Mata XIII said coldly: "These ancient gods, sure enough... are all evil gods!"

The white-armored knight who had just been stabbed by Margaret III was burning with white divine flames. He raised his spear and pointed his spear at Margaret III’s chest: "Mortal His thoughts...There is no right or evil in any means...As long as it can improve combat power, no means cannot be used."

He laughed loudly and wildly: "It is their honor to be a part of our strength...their meaning of existence is just that."

Dozens of white-armored knights took a step forward at the same time.

At this moment they were blessed by Varis's divine power, and the flames of war were burning in their hearts. They overcame all hesitation and fear, and they instantly transformed into the most fanatical tool of war.

They formed a perfect battle formation, and the breath of everyone was connected as one.

The dreadful aura of their spears was directed towards Margaret III, and turned into a giant white spear.

Margaret III snorted. She alone resisted the aura of dozens of white-armored knights. The huge pressure crushed her body and shook her body. The seven orifices spurted blood at the same time, retreating in a very embarrassing manner .

"Damn it!" Joe roared, and he strode up.

There was a dull loud noise in his body, and his size began to expand rapidly, and in an instant it swelled to a height of fifteen feet.

He stood in front of Margaret III and blocked the terrifying coercion of dozens of people.

Joe was about to punch his fist and compete with the dog-legs of Varis, the lord of the war.

The entire hall was suddenly flooded with aquamarine divine light.

As if a basin of cold water fell, all of Joe's fighting spirit and all fighting spirit were instantly extinguished.

He stood there blankly, watching the huge white spear smashed down at him like a wooden stake.