"Ferrante!

Ping!

The dagger slashed across the blade of the dagger and through the necks of the Gewuguild personnel, and when Ferrante looked up again, there were less than ten men left in the clearing.

One of the remaining group leaders swallowed, and for the first time, an emotion called fear appeared in the face of this young man who seemed to have been born to fight.

In the Gewu Society for so many years, he has seen countless things that cannot be reasoned with, but he has never seen the current situation.

There are no magic fluctuations, no traces of arcane arts, and nothing to do with magic, just an ordinary person, relying on a body as delicate as a machine, to evade the secret techniques of the Gewu Society, and kill the investigators who have been trained since childhood.

He was tempted to pull out his gun and pull out the precision weapons that had never been passed on to the Gewuhui, but the things stored in the factory made him dismiss the idea.

And he wasn't sure if his gun was fast, or the young man's dagger was fast.

"Team Leader ......"

"Together, the Gewu Society is built on sacrifice, and every descendant will remember our loyalty, just like the legacy given to them!"

In an instant, the remaining five or six men rushed towards Ferrante, who stood still, like a general looking at the ants rushing towards him.

Behind him, Sost could see clearly, and the Ferrante in his sight had never been taller ever since, like the murals he had seen in the tombs, and the mighty gods wielded their giant swords to split through everything.

But only he knew that Ferrante's heels had begun to weaken, and under his firm arms were trembling legs.

Five or six daggers were already about to pierce Ferrante's body, and Sost sat down on the ground, pulled out half of his cigar from his pocket, and lit it slowly.

Patting the ancient book in the inner bag and exhaling a puff of smoke, Sost shook his head and smiled, "You said you didn't take martial arts classes, I don't believe it......"

Rumble!

The thick black fog smashed through the factory, scattered bricks and tiles, and swept towards the clearing, enveloping everyone.

When the black mist left again, Ferrante and Sost were gone, leaving only the corpses of the Grid's members all over the place.

The sudden heavy snow in Evos City caught everyone by surprise, and the increasing snow seemed to cover everyone's eyes.

A black mist lurks beneath the night sky, accompanied by flakes of snow that fly out of the city.

At the same time, the Great Library was restored to its original appearance, reinforcements arrived, and the three presidents returned to the ground.

Just as they were giving orders in the courtyard, on the seventh floor of the Great Library, a tall black figure reappeared, without the presence of monocles, he could finally step into the seventh floor.

The shelves were cluttered with strange objects, and eventually the black figure stopped in the corner, picked up a rotten, half-arm-long wooden stick from the ground, and vanished.

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......

South Continent, Parliament Hill

The sleepy-eyed tiger patriarch leaned back in his chair, supported his chin with one hand, and the loose pink woven silk nightgown looked like it was to cater to the preferences of his wife at home.

"After working with you for so many years, I only knew you had this preference. ”

Beside him, dressed in formal clothes that can only be seen in the upper class of the human realm, the lion patriarch said with a smile.

"How good are you?" the tiger patriarch rolled his eyes, "The human body looks good in this, what do you look like?"

"Dressed beasts. The fox patriarch added a sentence without being salty, and took out the hand cream that the noble girl of the Kaiya Empire loved very much.

"Your wisdom should be used to negotiate with the dwarven caravans and keep the price of goods as low as possible. ”

"Then if you dress like this, is there still a way to wield your long knife?" The fox patriarch did not give an inch, as the only woman among the thirteen patriarchs, she had never lost a quarrel.

"Okay, okay, it's not for the big night to come and quarrel. The old werewolf patriarch patted the table and said.

"What the hell is going on?"

The old werewolf patriarch looked at the cat-man patriarch, the second woman in the council of the thirteen clans, and only listened to her

"I just received a letter that there was a large-scale earthquake in the southeastern part of the South Continent last night, and although it is in the mountains, there are many people in need of rescue. ”

"It's not a trivial matter, but it's such a thing that needs to be discussed in a meeting? When will the efficiency of the orc council mountain ...... Wait......"

The tiger man patriarch suddenly stopped, looked around, and landed on the cat man patriarch's face.

"You say...... The mountains in the southeast?

"Yes, it's the dead land. ”

"Tsk, it's a bit tricky, even dwarves and humans don't want to approach that hellish place. ”

"The rat-man rescue team has already set off, and I think we are more suitable for the environment there, but the follow-up supplies still need the support of various tribes. The nezumi patriarch spoke.

"No problem! The various tribes have also sent rescue teams, with the nezumi clan as the vanguard, to rescue our people!"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

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......

Hokuriku, the capital of the Kaia Empire, Tria

The headquarters of the Church of Light was brightly lit, and the Knights Templar blocked the entire Great Hall of Light.

The door of the main hall was closed, and there were only two people inside, the Pope of Light, and a cardinal archbishop who stayed behind at the headquarters.

Interestingly, the cardinal was a werewolf, a devout werewolf who had traveled thousands of miles to Hokuriku to glorify the glory of the gods.

At this time, the two church leaders stood side by side, looking up at the tall statue of light, Alena's face was lifelike, and her eyes were pitiful to the temple.

What was different from the previous was that a crack spread from the face to the chest on the statue of light, and even continued to decline.

If it is allowed to go on like this, one day, the entire idol will explode and collapse into ruins.

"Your Majesty, can't you even suppress the crown of the god of light......"

"Shut up! This is the test of His Majesty, and the believers of the light will not retreat because of the resurrection of the devil!"

"Yes!"

The current Pope of Light is an old man of his prime, having held the Pope for more than thirty years, and he is the longest-serving Pope of Light since records began.

"When was the last time?"

"The last time the crack spread was thirty years ago, when it was only up to the neck, but this time it was up to the ......chest," said the werewolf cardinal.

"Got it, you go out first. ”

The cardinal withdrew, the door closed again, and the Pope of Light stood aside with his scepter, not because he liked face, but because he was too old to stand long without anything.

"Alas...... Thirty years have passed, and I have never heard the revelation of the gods since I ascended to the throne, and I ask you, great god of light, to set your sights on your followers, and your children will swear by their lives and souls to protect the world from darkness. ”

The Pope of Light saluted solemnly, then got up and looked at the ground, and left the main hall helplessly.

Everyone says that the Church of Light is the most powerful of all churches and has the most believers, and the city of Tria in the Kaia Empire is known as the Land of Light, the land of the gods.

But only the successive popes and the cardinal archbishops who stayed behind at the headquarters knew that at the headquarters of the Church of Light, under this statue of light, the radiance of the kingdom of God suppressed a devil, a devil of the previous era.

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Duchy of Solan, Sears City

In the main hall of the palace, Ferrante's father, Duke Roy, stood silently, waiting for His Majesty's reply.

Just the night before, an area of hundreds of miles on the west coast of the Duchy of Solan had been flooded, and the storm of the Raging Sea suddenly moved eastward, sweeping over a large area of land and cities near the shore.

The entire western part of the duchy was severely affected, and the dead even drifted down the river into the interior.

"Roy, you are responsible for this matter, do your best to recover the loss, suppress the impact, and do not affect the people in the interior. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

"By the way, how is Ferrante?"

"I still wrote last month, everything is fine, Your Majesty bothered. ”

The king got up and patted Duke Roy on the shoulder, "That's good, you are my most trusted minister, don't you just die some poor people, they are like locusts, they will die endlessly, in a year or two, Ferrante will be back." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. ”

"Oh, by the way, the West Coast has been dealing with things on the same page, lately...... There's not a lot of stock in the palace vaults, you know what I mean?"

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