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That is the Demon King’s most trusted friend and minister, and now the Prime Minister of the Witch World—Hermes, the Sage of Lies.
As for whether Jormungandr and Hermes are at the same level, and which one is stronger or weaker between the two, this is not something that a young sage like the dean can guess.
Anyway, if your legs are weak, that's it.
It can only be said that it was thanks to Lord Jörmungandr's dragon power that he let her go, otherwise Pririlla would not have felt that her performance was any better than Lord Elena who was kneeling on the ground.
Some gaps really cannot be smoothed out with a burst of hard work.
Unfortunately, it is obvious that not everyone is as self-aware as the dean.
I saw the expression on the beautiful face of Elena who was kneeling gradually distorted.
She has never been so humiliated in her life. No one can make me kneel down except His Majesty the God King.
This is the life creed of the nuns and sages.
Well, she only recognizes the God King, but she doesn't even recognize the Dragon King and the Demon King. After all, she is an ancient witch born at the end of the God King era.
Therefore, to her, the Dragon King is a peer, and the Demon King is a junior. Even though these two Witch Kings have already made great achievements, in her opinion, they can only be said to be inferior to the God King.
As the original king, the creator and savior of the witch clan, God-King is invincible, supreme, and number one in the world. No one can be equal to God-King.
Similarly, as a dependent who serves the God King, the Angel Witch is the only chosen one under the God King's crown. She is born to be nobler than other witches. This cannot be compared to the late comers like the Dragon Witch or the Demon Witch.
And now, how could the noble chosen one of the God King pay such a grand gift to a dragon witch?
Jormungandr, you are willing to die in a rightful way. As the most devout believer, I can only kneel down and worship the God King. You are comparing yourself to the God King. How dare you? Who gave you the courage?
Innately evil dragon, you have committed an unforgivable crime of arrogance.
Well, the brain circuits of fanatic believers are always magical, even if the sages are supposed to be knowledgeable and wise.
But it can only be said that wisdom has never been related to morality and belief. Even the smarter people sometimes have more extreme beliefs. A wise man is still a witch after all, and witches all have human nature.
It can only be said that if you cannot become an omniscient and omnipotent god, it will be difficult to get rid of the flaws of human nature.
Feeling that her faith had been tarnished, Elena immediately became furious. The false saintly friendly smile on her face finally disappeared, replaced by fanatical rage.
Terrifying magic power spurted out from her body, a black battle robe emerged from her body, a holy angel halo emerged from her head, and finally ten jet black wings spread out from her back.
Although she has black wings, it does not mean that the nun is a fallen angel. After all, her angel ring has not turned black.
This kind of angel with black wings and white rings is called the angel of death, and it is the angel in heaven who holds the power of death.
This is an angel template that is even more dangerous than the blood-winged killing angel template of the dean.
It was obvious that Elena had entered fighting mode at this time. She forcibly burst out with strength, and her originally kneeling legs gradually straightened up little by little...
Jörmungandr's eyes moved away from Dorothy's face, and then looked back at the hard-working nun and sage.
And then......
Armor shattered, wings broken, people thrown into the street.
Well, originally Elena was just kneeling, but now she and other angels and witches are kissing the floor tiles.
It was even worse for her, after all, her head had been smashed directly into the floor tiles and was pushed into the hole.
In response to this, the angel who sued for death was naturally even more angry, but unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried to break out, she could not get up again.
She could only bury her head in the hole and rage, unable to move a finger.
After all, Long Wei's initial punishment was just a small punishment, but her resistance successfully attracted the attention of the mortal dragon.
Dorothy remembered what Miss Balzebub once said before, that is, sight has weight, but now it seems that the eyes of her ancestors seem to be some kind of unbearable weight.
Well, now Elena is just like the picture-hanging lady who just got slapped by Dragon Mother, as if all her orifices are overwhelmed and bleeding hot blood is flowing out.
This is the blood of a sage-level angel and witch. Calling it divine blood is not an exaggeration. It may be very valuable.
Such an idea suddenly came to the otaku witch's mind.
Fortunately, she used great perseverance to control her hands that were almost misbehaving.
My ancestors are really showing off. It would be a bit shameful for me to suddenly take a bottle to collect blood.
She warned herself like this.
But either she didn't want to, or she thought about it but didn't do it, which felt really uncomfortable. Dorothy looked at the "divine blood" left on the ground with a feeling of regret.
But forget it, the nun and sage on the ground is still furious, so don’t provoke her anymore.
"Jörmungandr, the arrogant dragon, how dare you be so disrespectful under the gaze of the great God King? You are an enemy of the entire angel and witch clan, and an enemy of the Cross Chapter."
"The Lord knows your sins, and you will surely attract divine punishment."
........
Well, it seems that it is an old tradition of the angels and witches to speak harsh words if you can't beat them. Previously, the painting girl was beaten and it made her old. But now the old one is also in trouble, so it still has to happen.
Older.
only......
"Stop a moment, who are you? Why do you say that you can represent the Crusaders?"
Jörmungandr tilted her head in confusion, her lazy voice filled with confusion.
The little dragon snake even stretched out its neck and tail. She first used the tip of her tail to pick up the bruised and swollen face of the nun in the pothole, then she looked at it carefully, and thought seriously for a while, and finally
It seems that I still haven't remembered it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I don't remember you in the Cross Chapter. Please don't tarnish the glory of the Cross Chapter."
The dragon and snake sage said seriously.
Elena: "......"
The nun sage was silent for a moment, and then became even more furious.
After all, she was born at the end of the Age of God King, and the Cross Chapter of that period had long become a legend. With the abdication of the God King and the beginning of the Age of Dragon King, the Cross Chapter was directly recalled by the God King.
The Kingdom of God never appeared again.
Therefore, even if Elena later became a sage during the Dragon King era, she still had no chance of joining the Cross Battle Group.
For a fanatical believer, not being able to serve as a messenger serving the gods is an unmentionable pain, but now Jormungandr, how dare you say that.
Moreover, you don’t even know me? It’s unforgivable. We have sat at the same table in the Council of Sages.
The nun sage became even more angry.
All sages have served on the Council of Sages. After all, this is a necessary process. As a sage from the Dragon King era, she naturally worked as a colleague with Jörmungandr for a period of time.
And that time was not short, it lasted for thousands of years.
Besides, there are only thirteen people in the Council of Sages, but now this guy actually says he doesn’t remember her?
"Are you kidding? How far do you have to humiliate me to be satisfied? I am Elena, a member of the Sage Council with you, and I sit next to you. How could you not recognize me?"
She shouted angrily.
After hearing this, Jörmungandr suddenly realized.
"Oh, the name Elena is a bit familiar. It turns out to be you. Sorry, I fell asleep during the meeting. I didn't mean anything against you."
The little dragon snake apologized a little embarrassedly.
Although she obeyed the rules and sat on the Council of Sages for a period of time, she almost slept during that time. Anyway, the so-called Council of Sages was the mascot in the Dragon King era, and holding a meeting was just a formality.
In fact, it is the Dragon King's speech.
She really couldn't remember what her colleagues looked like at that time, but she took a look at the list of colleagues at that time, and she did have some impressions, but she couldn't connect the names with their looks.
