Duke of Grief

The **** of plague is quiet, "Oh? Then I want to know, what exactly does "I" do..."

"Look here!"

Cervantes opened his arms and looked left and right. "Under the crown of the God Envoy, Holy Spirit, and Plague God, if you really set up a bureau in the city-state alliance, why would you call these guys to your side? Send them to City-state alliance, is it not as good as pit-killing me? Why, why did they summon them and arrange their identities?"

"And if you know that I am coming, why leave for a while? Is this identity exposed, is it good for you?"

Looking at the silent plague god, the black dragon shook his index finger and smiled disdainfully: "No, no! Not at all!"

"Because this identity is so important that you can't abandon this identity at all-even if it is only temporarily evacuated!"

The battle between the two holy spirits and a legend behind them caused a deafening roar, but the black dragon's voice was still clear.

At this time, the holy spirit disguised as a housekeeper lifted up the stones pressing on his body, crawled out of the ruins of the house, and then stepped out, rushing towards Grush.

Grush's eyes narrowed and he raised his swords to resist, but he couldn't stop the shock.

Juli was uploaded from the sword, and the steward wearing the fierce armor knocked the legendary paladin out.

The plague **** glanced at him, then sneered: "What then?"

Cervantes also sneered: "Because you can't abandon this identity, you are trying to blame others, such as Marquis Reynolds and Earl Clyde who left Corton!"

"You need this identity to promote the process of the Moore Business Federation's hatred of the Principality of Winds and Winds, because we have developed an antidote to the plague and opened a new path. You must defeat us, otherwise you will become weaker and weaker!"

"But the flaws in your body are too great, whether it is the Dure family that has been passed down for decades, or showing that you are also infected with the "plague"-as a deity, you are very qualified, but as a mortal, You are not allowed to ride someone on your head who at least seems to be able to point your finger at you, your flaws are too great!"

Speaking of which, the Black Dragon sneered: "Originally, I was only when the Duer family had been in the hands of the plague church for many years. The contemporary Marquis of Dure was also an important person in the plague church, but I never thought that you were a plague. God. Now think of it, all the ideas are smooth!"

Hearing the words, the plague god's eyes narrowed, "You don't know that I am the plague god, but I still called four legends to slay me?"

"As long as we can catch the clue "Marquis dur", then we will do our best to find the "God of Plague", and then beheaded "He" on the spot!" Cervantes answered with a smile.

"You guys are really brave enough..."

The plague **** shook his head, "So? Is there anything to do with what I did before?"

"Because the identity of Marquis dur is useless, whether your identity will be exposed is no longer a question that needs to be considered, so—"

Cervantes raised his hand and grinned: "You have just made all the preparations to break through, you are not sure to escape from our hands!"

"Come on!" The plague god's eyes widened and he snarled in anger.

His right hand had squeezed the cane, and he could no longer hide his anger.

In other words, he must be "angry", otherwise his "fear" will be revealed!

"So what are you doing just now?" Cervantes asked suddenly.

He looked at the God of Plague with a smile, his mouth wide open, his eyes gleaming cruelly, as if looking at a prey that had fallen into the net.

"Isn't it detonating the plague in the believers and harvesting fear?"

"Otherwise, why didn't you just do it? While the angel and the Holy Spirit still maintain their full combat power, why didn't you do it?"

"Shadow of death, plague god, under the crown, under the crown! Tell me!"

A series of words directly hit the heart of the plague god, making it difficult for him to continue to contain the direct rage.

"Really? It turns out so..."

A gentle wind suddenly blew across the faces of Cervantes and Ziegler, and the smiling red dragon touched the slightly floating hair, and his gaze was directed to where Grush was.

The two holy spirits who were fighting the food hunters suddenly changed their faces. Two swift arrows fell on their bodies at the moment of their disappointment, successfully biting down one of their arms.

The plague god's face is very ugly, his eyes are fixed on the black dragon in front of him, because that black dragon is the most powerful'legend' present!

Even if he is a deity, he needs to deal with it seriously!

The eyes of the Holy Spirit who turned into a housekeeper were dignified. He not only needed to stare at the legendary paladin in the front, but also to pay attention to the red dragon.

Grush put the worn sword on the ground, carrying the simple sword from the holy mountain of the Eagle Plateau.

At this time, his worn armor had been completely renewed, and the "justice" hanging on his waist with a chain also got rid of the iron chain, suspended quietly beside him, and continuously radiated a gentle light to all around.

A splendid blond hair hung down, and the wings fluttered behind the wind slightly, looking like an angel from heaven, strong and handsome.

[The Principle of Justice] The [Cleaning Aura] issued constantly combs the various plague viruses hidden in the air all around. Glush has a bright but not blazing light. His eyes are clear and his eyes are full of killing intentions.

The quaint sword trembles in the palm of his hand and asks the current master to fight, and its current master, [Hand of Justice] Grush also lifted it up.

"Then, it's time to pay for the people who died for you and the plague church for thousands of years, the **** of plague!"

The surging sacred power was vented, and it kept pouring out of Grush.

All of a sudden, the figure of the paladin disappeared, and the air wailed with pain.

Grush appeared upright and upright in front of the Holy Spirit. UU read www.uukanshu.com "Come and fight with me! Then, I will kill you, and then behead your master!"

The pupil of the Holy Spirit shrank and opened his mouth to scream: "Crazy!!!"

A battle broke out between Grush and the Holy Spirit, and the plague **** stared at the black dragon in front of him with a scorn.

He is the one who destroyed everything!

The plague **** raised his hand tremblingly, "Why do mortals resist the gods?"

Hearing this, Cervantes couldn't help but chuckled, then seemed to think of something, and then patted his head.

"Oh, by the way, Sera also asked me to bring you a sentence!"

He raised his thumbs to the plague **** with a big smile, and saw the plague **** startled slightly.

"Sera she asked me to tell you—"

Cervantes' right hand flipped up and down suddenly, watching the suddenly distorted face of the plague **** laughing loudly: "Mortal, never a toy of the gods!!!"

In an instant, the light rises into the sky!

The crimson and gray-green light intertwined with each other, crashing against the solid barriers that enveloped the city.

The powerful force made this cage shape change instantly, but the light without follow-up force just caused the physical change of the cage.

The plague **** raised his cane, the camouflage on the cane turned into a light spot, and a huge gray sickle appeared in the world.

Its name is-[epidemic]!

The plague **** must have his hair open, his eyes wide, like a wicked beast.

"Cervantes Doig Wind of Sorrow!!!"

The deity's screams rang through the city, and the sound of hitting the soul made everyone hug his head in pain and screamed.

Plague God [Divine Form], coming!

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