The Warlord Creekquill knew that the ancient deity, whom he could not figure out, was setting his sights on him.

The only thing he could do now was to lie on the ground more reverently. The appearance of this ancient god was unexpected, but it was a reasonable thing.

Crickquill could almost guess what the ancient gods were trying to do. Deep down, the Lord of War sneered: a god was bound by lust.

"Gurgling, grunting, grunting......" The ancient gods, which had a very strange tone and pronunciation, spat out from that blue mouth.

Since becoming a ridiculous palm monster, Crick Quill has gradually forgotten who he was. He even slowly learned the ancient language of the gods and lived here as a devout believer.

"My God commanded you to bow, to fear, to tremble. Crickquay prostrate in a different direction and said to Catherine.

Catherine was unmoved, and didn't even bother to answer, just sneered.

"Gurgling, Purring......"

"My God commanded you to scream, to weep, to ask for forgiveness. ”

"Hush!" Catherine glanced contemptuously at the three tall palm monsters, "this idiot god can't even say a word, and he wants you to be the translator." What does he want to do? Do you want me to believe in him? This idiot really has to be capable, why hide here and be some palm monster, oh no, I should say the palm god. Haha, how ridiculous, palm god. Is he in charge of all the palms in the world?"

The white eyeballs on the Bone Palm Monster shifted back to Catherine.

"Purr, gurgle......" the blue mouth uttered a string of words quickly and low.

Crick Quill sighed inwardly. If it was the real Bosetoiffel standing in front of him, he was indeed qualified to taunt this ancient god hiding in captivity. Unfortunately, Catherine was only a human magician, and her body was even weaker. With this kind of strength, it is really difficult to compete with a god, and even this god is equally weak.

However, Catherine's soul is the character of Bosetto Ifil, so this kind of arrogant performance seems normal. It's just that the primitive desires of the ancient gods have been further stimulated, and what will happen next, can this Lord Catherine really be able to bear it?

Just as Crickquill feared, Catherine's feet suddenly fell, and she was suddenly shorter, and her legs were sunk into the dirt from the knee down.

Catherine tried to pull her leg out, but to no avail. Instead, something in the dirt grabbed her ankle and pulled it to the sides. Catherine's legs were ripped open and she threw herself forward. As soon as her hand hit the ground, she also sank into the ground, unable to move.

"Twitter" The blue mouth makes a weird sound, as if laughing. The last palm monster that stood still finally grabbed into the black flames. When it opened its palm again, the large, writhing male genitalia grew in the center of the palm.

The palm monster began to move slowly, little by little, towards Catherine. The genitals in the palm of its hand were particularly hideous, and it seemed to be getting bigger and thicker a little bit.

"The shackles of desire. Creek Quill said silently, and he saw that the eyeball that belonged to him was gradually bloodshot, and it was in a state of congestion and excitement.

"A fallen deity, a deity captive by desire. No wonder he wants to nurture his soul in the flames. Catherine looked at her moving genitals and said in a lukewarm tone, "Is this the idiot you believe in, Crickquayle? ”

"Lord Catherine. Crickquill said respectfully, "My God is supreme, please don't talk about God's fate, but think more about your current situation." The punishment of desire is one of the three major punishments in the world. Your time is running out. ”

"Are you kidding?" Catherine really laughed, not at all afraid of getting closer and closer to her palm, "The devils don't have a gender, or just make up a gender as needed. What's the point of this punishment of lust for inferior female creatures? ”

"You're right. There was a hint of sarcasm in Crickquier's tone, "But you're not exactly a devil anymore. It's like I'm a palm monster right now, and you're a human, a female human. ”

As soon as Crick Quill finished speaking, the surface of the huge genital "Bang Bang" burst out with dense fine particles. Each particle will constantly stretch out a barb, and they will show their teeth and claws, and it will be creepy to watch.

"Breed the demon's genitals!" Catherine's face turned slightly pale, "It's strange that he doesn't get this disgusting and low-level thing, and he doesn't get consumed by desire." ”

"Still, I'm not going to let this body completely damage it. Catherine closed her eyes and read the words.

The Palm Monster still moved slowly and resolutely towards Catherine. Crick Quayle, however, secretly crawled backwards.

As the minutes ticked by, the palm monster got closer and closer to Catherine's body. The blue mouth screamed excitedly. The white eyeballs have also swelled almost red, and most of the eyeballs protrude from the palms, and they are about to pop out of the palms.

Catherine seemed unaware of this, but her body began to sink slowly. Catherine snapped her eyes open and rolled to the side. Her hands and feet rose from the mud and brought out a lot of mud.

Not far away, Crick Quill, who had been following the development of the situation, was a little surprised that Catherine had actually used a swamp spell in this place full of fire elements. Of course, the scope of the technique is a little smaller from the perspective of the effect, and the time to become a law is too long. But it was enough to get her out of the mud.

Tumbling to the side, Catherine quickly stood up, beads of sweat on her forehead.

"It's not easy for you to even use the swamp technique. "But in the presence of my God, all is in vain." ”

Immediately, the Lord of War's words were validated, and Catherine's feet fell again in vain, trapping her in place. The palm monster changed direction slightly, and continued to move towards the female mage. It's noticeably faster by a few points.

Catherine frowned, then stretched out again. Her face sank like water, her hands raised, and her golden eyes flashed exaggeratedly.

Seeing this posture, Crick Quill knew that he was really going to fight hard.

In fact, from just now, he was crawling towards the periphery, and by this time he had already climbed to the edge of the platform. The pious Lord of War let out an eerie chuckle and tumbled off the edge of the platform.