"Pretend, pretend, you pretend. Red said angrily, "Sycophant, is that what the god meant? Do you think I'm still the idiot Sig? Is there still a god in this temple? Who gave that oracle? You know better than I do." ”

"Presumptuous!" With a burst of applause, the black fire behind him jumped up, casting a huge shadow onto the ground.

Red spurted out a mouthful of black blood in a "wow" of rage. He himself was startled, and thought to himself, "Is it scared?" but as soon as the thought came to him, his eyes turned black and his head hit the ground heavily. The dragon's entire mind went blank and he suffocated for about two seconds before he took another breath and opened his eyes.

"Kamui, haha. Red Fury actually laughed, "This is Kamui." Sycophants, no, can't call you sycophants anymore. How do you do that? How do you get the power to cast your might? Don't tell me you're a god, it's not that easy to be. I don't believe you've become a god. Haha, it can't be. ”

The palm monster didn't say anything, just let the flames behind him slowly converge.

"Have you really become a god?" red furious glared at his eyeballs, his mouth wide open. His eyes bulged out completely, and at first glance he thought they would fall to the ground.

"Crick Quayle. He finally couldn't help but call the palm monster's name, "You can't fool me, you can't become a god in such a short period of time." It's crazy, even that old Aot can only pretend to be a god in his own spatial realm. I absolutely don't believe you're a god anymore. ”

Red Fury walked slowly towards Creekquil, looking at the palm monster as he went, and was deeply guarded.

"Sig. The palm monster finally spoke, and his voice became more and more ethereal and majestic. The dragon stopped.

"My god has gone to the Promised Land, and before he left, he entrusted me with the temple. Creekquill's words sounded plausible, but the red fury that was familiar with the affairs of the Divine Domain immediately groaned.

"I don't come much in the temple, don't lie to me. Red Furious said slowly. "The temple has always been closed when the god travels, when has there ever been a trusteeship? And the temple has always been set up by the priests, how can you get in, and where are the sacrifices?"

"Stupid crawler. Is this something you can ask?" the Palm Monster scolded, "Now hand over the soul of the Servant of God and complete your mission. ”

"I don't know what servant? The dragon grinned, "I'm here to visit, and now that I've seen it, I'll go first." You don't have to send. After saying that, Red Fury turned and ran, he ran wildly on all fours, and after running a few steps, he spread his wings and flew straight out.

"My God is omnipresent, My God is omnipotent. Our God created everything, and Our God gives hope. Heart-pounding prayers suddenly poured in from all directions, and the red fury fell to the ground like a heavy blow in midair, like a fly swatted by a giant's palm. The juice flowed from the corners of his mouth. Blood spurted out in a big gulp, mixed with all kinds of fragments, as if all the internal organs had been shattered.

"How could you do that?" Red Rage shouted weakly. However, he was answered by a raindown of divine characters above his head. One by one, they pinned to the dragon's body, pressing him down.

"I'm on a mission to Lord Night, and you can't do this to me. "Red rage is unusually painful. He shouted hoarsely and moved out of his backer.

"Night?" muttered the Palm Monster.

"I rarely go out of the temple, don't lie to me about things outside. "What does this have to do with the night?" could the servants of the gods not be able to cross the sea of faith? or did you make a mistake with it? Sigurd, you were a devout believer when you went, and now you're back in a shell. Showing off his might in front of me. ”

"Whoever is making trouble, don't wronged the good people. Red Fury roared desperately, "Lord Night has instructed me to do great things, if you dare to delay, your soul will be eaten alive." Catherine falls into Blasphemous Land. It's because her own beliefs are not strong enough that they have nothing to do with me. Her soul is with me, but I can't give it to you, Lord Night has other arrangements. ”

"You can't even lie. The palm monster swung his fingers, and a human body slowly emerged from the black fire behind him. Completely unaffected by the flames, it floated out silently and landed on the ground.

With a black top hat, a pure black robe, and flat-pointed mage boots, this outfit is all too familiar to Sigurd. "Ka, Catherine's body, body, in, you?" Red stammered angrily, his surprised expression seemed to forget the pain in his body. "Oh, that's my hat. Immediately he howled again.

Crickquill said, "Hand over the soul of the servant of God." ”

Red Fury shook his head, "You let me go first." ”

"Stupid crawler, you don't have room for bargaining. The palm monster hooked a finger, and a divine character emerged from his fingertip, transforming into a wide blade in the air. The blade flew above the dragon, its blade slowly plunging into his neck and moving slightly towards his tail. Where the blade passed, the flesh of red fury quickly flipped to the sides, like a red-hot soldering iron inserted into a piece of butter. The whole process was completed in a minute, and the dragon's body was disemboweled, cut in half, but not a drop of blood remained.

"Ahh

"Where?" "Where?" the palm monster's gaze searched the inside of Red Fury's body, and he commanded the Divine Blade to carefully rummage through each wriggling internal organc, "Why can't you find it, do you even have to cut open your head to check it?"

"You madman, madman, are you showing your power?" the dragon finally shouted angrily, "Crickquail, do you want to kill me? But you can't do this to me, you're insulting Red Fury, a real red dragon. You know that dragons can't be insulted, red dragons can't be insulted. ”

"What kind of red dragon are you?" Crickquill laughed, "Do you look like you, or do you have the blood of a red dragon? How did you get this body, do you think I don't know?