Book of Gods and Demons

Hillman cried out in pain.

Margaret III's eyes flickered, and suddenly he shouted: "Joe!"

Joe's eyes were reddening slightly, and he glanced at Margaret III. In his hand, the axis of Medland swayed gently towards her.

Hessian coughed lowly: "Are you Joe now, or the... **** ‘Crimson’?"

Joe smiled, and the Medland Axis in his hand spewed stars for miles, and a stick swept across Hillman.

Hillman's huge body was swept away by a stick, and where the Medland shaft was on the body, scaly armor and flesh and blood were scattered, and his body was almost cut off by the waist. A trace of crimson power invaded his body, frantically devouring and annihilating his flesh and blood essence, watching his body turn into large gray ashes and float away.

Hillman slammed into the light curtain covering Hydra Palace, the light curtain vibrated slightly, and the ground roared.

Dorran looked at Margaret III, then at Mata XIII, and then provocatively raised eyelids at his brother Ferdinand: "This is your grandson? It's really for our Hyderabad family Grace."

He restrainedly patted his gorgeous robe, strode into the air, and walked up towards Joe step by step.

"Joe, you should call me..."

"Old chopsticks." Joe interrupted Duran's words neatly: "Do you know why I was the first to look for Shanghai De La Palace? Because I want to kill you and your son, and your pretentious grandson. "

"This is a private vengeance, and has nothing to do with the overall situation of Medland."

"The three of you should bear all the consequences for the loss caused by this."

Joe stretched out his left hand contemptuously, and his little finger hooked towards Dumong: "You seem to have become very powerful, much stronger than your ineffective son. It must be a very happy thing to kill you."

Dorran laughed, and he looked back at Margaret III.

Margaret III and Mata XIII said nothing.

He looked at Ferdinand again.

Ferdinand casually took out a small wine bottle and took a sip of the wine.

He glanced at Salian.

Salian put his hands on his chest and looked at Joe with a stern look, but he didn't say a word either.

Doral smiled at the gatekeeper number one who maintained the light curtain: "Respected veteran..."

Janitor One looked at Dulan and then at Joe. He actually smiled brilliantly: "This is the internal grievances of your family... There is an old saying in the East, there is an old saying in the East, there is an old saying in the East, there is an old saying in the East, there is an old saying in the East. Blood for blood... It is only natural for a son to avenge his mother."

He smiled and said: "As long as it does not involve the safety of Medland, family revenge, the Al Organization will never interfere."

Heilinger turned into a little snake that was only seven or eight feet long, and slowly floated along the air in a breeze. He landed on Margaret III's shoulder very lightly, nine delicate snake heads grinning grinningly.

"Let's fight... less wordy."

"The old guy is right, revenge within the family, more pleasing drama, killing and blood, violence and terror...oh, oh, oh, let's fight."

"He just came to you for revenge, and he didn't want to destroy Medland. We won't interfere."

Heringer yelled enthusiastically: "This is a fair duel... You have my Heringer bloodline in your body. Who of you can win, I will help him raise the bloodline concentration to a perfect state!"

There was a strange light in Doral's eyes, and he sternly shouted: "But, it's not fair...He is ‘Crimson’, and I’m just an ordinary, poor... ordinary member of the Hyderabad family.”

Joe smiled: "Then, I allow you to use all means to improve your strength."

Things seemed to be shifting in a strange direction. Margaret III, Janitor One, and others, who had suddenly hit the door to Joe, suddenly relaxed a lot.

They either acquiesced, or slammed, forcing Dulan to go up and fight Joe to the death.

Heringle even opened the head in the center, and from his pitch-black snake letter, a drop of thumb-sized, crystal-clear blood like a black gem flew out, slowly flying towards Drowlan.

On this drop of blood, countless layers of magnificent, complicated runes exuding a huge chaotic atmosphere were faintly visible.

This is Heilinger's original essence and blood, which contains his purest bloodline power, and moreover, contains the essence of all the laws and powers he controls.

Dola's pupils widened suddenly, and he smiled greedily, swallowing the drop of black blood in one mouthful.

Joe stretched out his hand toward Heilinger: "Then, under Heringer's crown, what about mine?"

Heringle froze, and he looked at Joe in amazement: "Huh???"

Joe grinned: "Or, should I use other forms of power and the manifestation of other bloodlines to defeat your bloodline descendants?"

In Heilinger's eighteen eyes, the treacherous and fierce gaze flickered, and He shook his head hurriedly: "Oh, no, this can't work."

"Well,'Crimson' is a descendant of my blood..." Heringle laughed: "This sounds very good."

He opened his mouth, and the same black bead of blood flew out, slowly flying towards Joe.

He looked at Joe deeply, and his voice became erratic and dangerous: "But, do you dare to use my essence blood? Maybe, if you swallow it, the poison will erupt immediately, and then you will completely disappear?"

Joe grinned, and he swallowed the drop of Heringle's blood in one bite.

Joe's blood began to roll.

The blood in his body quickly absorbed this drop of Heringle's original blood, and under the control of Joe's will, it quickly transformed into the pure Hydra blood.

He laughed softly: "I have swallowed Varis's crimson...As long as Medland has war, death, fear, and all the negative energy brought about by it, I will be immortal...How could you possibly, Destroy me?"

Dola looked at Heilinger angrily: "It's not fair...and, UU看书www.uukanshu.com, you gave him a stronger power... Are you ready to help him use this power to deal with us?"

Gatekeeper One said solemnly: "Shut up, mutter, and bravely welcome your destiny... This is to pay the debts for the wicked things your father and son have done... Hey, all-knowing one, send'Crimson' to Medland, you It’s impossible to pick a target randomly, right? You should, and there are certain restrictions, right?"

Laplace smoked a small pipe ‘click’.

His shrill voice came from inside Joe’s body: "This is the end of the matter... Of course... only newborn babies with strong blood, strong fate, and surrounded by disasters, wars, death, and fear can Let'Crimson' come by borrowing."

Laplace chuckles: "My ontology has waited for three hundred years before I have Joe, a suitable target."

"So... if Medland is finally destroyed, Dorran and Hillman are my greatest helpers!"

Indoran's face changed drastically.

Joe had already yelled, and rushed up towards Indolan.