The invisible storm, carrying the aura of destiny, whizzed past in front of his eyes. It took almost only a second for the ground Yager stepped on to spin and turn into something completely different.

The phantoms of red, yellow, black and white quickly faded away in dizziness.

Surrounded by a group of rock buildings. Below the center is a seemingly bottomless darkness. The road they are on is close to the wall on the left, and then downwards, extending straight into the abyss.

Upward is a bronze door.

The most important thing is that behind the open bronze door, there are two oppressive figures standing!

One stood in the center of the hall behind the door, wearing a pure gold relief mask on his face and wearing gorgeous clothes.

The other one was standing slightly behind, with sweat on his face. He looked like he wanted to run away immediately, but was forced to stay because of the threats from others. His hair was dark blond, his nose was high, and he had one eye.

Completely lost its luster.

He and the people across from him who were suddenly teleported looked at each other.

Yager: "?"

Medici: "?"

Klein: "?......!!!!!"

obviously……

Klein, who had memorized the face of this defecting member, decisively moved behind Yager, lowered his voice and said urgently: "That's Ince Zangwill!"

"0-08 is in his hands!"

There was solemnity in his voice, but there was no panic or timidity.

Well, although Ince Zangwill and the golden mask next to him look like demigods, he can also be sure that their sense of oppression is definitely not as strong as that of the real creator, let alone some people who have listened to the nonsense.

Afterwards, the furious Mr. Bishop raped him.

His life is very safe.

Xiaoke, who was hiding behind a certain tentacle monster, thought to himself and couldn't help but cast a look of pity on the two enemies.

Some people are quite vindictive.

Sure enough, after hearing these words, Yager narrowed his eyes with an unfriendly expression and locked eyes on the middle-aged man in front of him: "Is that him?"

There was clear dissatisfaction in his voice.

This was the culprit that caused his life to go through ups and downs all afternoon, and he traveled to five places...

He drew out the Burial Blade for the third time today, and the bright silver blade bounced away with a click, drawing a bright blade of light in the stone building with no light source!

The two people on the opposite side also moved.

Among them, a figure wearing a gorgeous gold mask floated in the air in violation of the laws of physics. He raised his hands and pointed directly at several people on the road.

The majestic and hoarse voice echoed in the empty building:

"Teleportation is prohibited here!"

This is another demigod from the Loen royal family.

Next to him, Ince Zangwill, the most wanted criminal in the Church of Night, also took action boldly, and the black illusory spirit pounced hard on——

Medici!

"???"

This unexpected development even made Lord Red Angel dodge.

As the Lord of War, no one has dared to come and fight with him since the Fourth Age!

The last person who dared to do this was a god!

Oh, if you don't fuck him, you'll have to fuck an outside god, right? That'll be fine.

Medici moved slightly to the left, dodging the spirit body effortlessly. A mocking and angry smile appeared on the corner of his lips, looking down at the two people in front of him.

"madness."

The next second, the entire area burst into flames out of thin air!

Along with the twisted heat wave, the scorching orange flames swept towards the two stunned figures in the center. Even if it was just the aftermath, Yager and Klein next to them could feel the scalding heat.

Klein looked to the side in shock.

‘The flame...is a high-sequence hunter?!’ His pupils trembled unconsciously, and he was shocked by Roen’s another high-sequence.

How many numbers are there here? There are too many demigods and above in Backlund!

The two demigods in the center of the hall ahead could only dodge under the flames, making an outstanding contribution to reducing Backlund's danger.

No, they can't actually hide.

The royal demigod roared: "Fire is forbidden here!"

His eyes revealed from the gap in the golden mask were shocked and angry. He was shocked to find that his spiritual energy was pouring out crazily, but it could only weaken the power of the fire by half!

In other words, the opponent’s personality is at least a sequence two angel!

Fierce flames struck from all directions, knocking the two men away.

"Bang!!!"

On the other side, Zangwill, who launched the attack, was carefully taken care of and was slapped on the wall with ukiyo-e prints!

0-08, which had been tightly held by him, also rolled out of his pocket.

As soon as he was freed, this seemingly ordinary quill immediately jumped up and wrote crazily on the charred wall;

"Poor Ince Zangwill! He chose the wrong target again!"

"It's a pity, but there is really nothing he can do. Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary young man is also full of mystery? Perhaps, among the three, only Detective Sherlock Moriarty is easy to handle.

"

Zangwill climbed up from the ground tremblingly, turned around, wanted to grab the quill, and then fled from here!

In itself, he had no urge to confront the enemy who had killed the God's Descending Container twice head-on.

If the royal demigods hadn't held him tightly, he would have run away long ago!

However, under his dizzy gaze, 0-08 frantically wrote lines of new words:

"In fierce battles, various accidents will always happen. For example, Ince Zangwill's belt was burned by the flames and his pants fell down."

!!

Yager, a bystander in the distance who almost wanted to grab some melon seeds to eat, suddenly widened his eyes, and he and Klein behind him made a little "whale-eating" expression.

In their field of vision, in the hall, a serious middle-aged man wearing a yarmulke dropped his pants in embarrassment, limped and ran quickly in the opposite direction, showing a trace of amusement while running around in a hurry.

It seems that pants cannot affect the excellent retreat skills of this would-be bishop.

It wasn't until he saw that the person was about to leave, that Yager, who was full of melons, took out his sickle and chased forward.

Klein hurriedly followed him to avoid being alone.

"——"

At this moment, 0-08 jumped into the air again and wrote a line of words out of thin air:

"The falling of his pants did not affect Ince Zangwill's performance because he was wearing a robe. Maybe he had expected something similar to happen."

"At this time, an unknown existence was attracted and passed by here. He used this to extend his hand into the real world. Oops! He caught Ince Zangwill!"

In mid-air, two bloody yellow arms covered with wriggling rotten flesh suddenly appeared from behind Ince Zangwill, who was wearing the black robe of a clergyman!

And a slender, manly hand.

Several hands grabbed Zangwill and 0-08, which was writing in the sky, and dragged them into the void.

Seeing this scene, Yager's black eyes suddenly narrowed, and there was unprecedented anger in his eyes!

you again!

He gritted his teeth, stamped hard on the ground, and quickly crossed most of the hall.

The sharp sickle is waved, and the silver light is nailed into the void!

"Whoosh——!"

——

The battlefield seemed to be stagnant for a moment.

The light of the knife flashed.

A dead head bounced twice on the ground.

His left eye had no brilliance, and his blue right eye revealed the last moment of shock!

Ince Zangwill is dead.

Next to the head with dark golden hair, there is a splatter of blood that exudes the aura of fate.

In front of his head, Yager stared into the void with a gloomy expression.

You'd better not let me catch you, otherwise it won't be as simple as a knife.

Adam!
Chapter completed!