"He is worthy of being a demigod powerhouse, and he can easily suppress the evil god, so please hand over this child to me. A pompous voice suddenly sounded in mid-air, and the sound was very greasy and disgusting.

Gagir looked up, and a phantom figure gradually solidified, and a crack appeared in the air, and a hand reached out from the crack.

The beauty of this hand is astonishing, slender and well-proportioned and powerful, the only fly in the ointment is that the complexion of this hand is too pale, not much compared to the skull of the Skeleton Monarch.

"Oh, it seems that you have premeditated, and may I ask what hellish reptile you are?" Gagir sneered, looking at the sky.

Victoria's sky seemed to distort throughout, the crack growing larger and wider, exuding a blast of despair from the inside out, and a tall devil monarch emerged from the crack.

This devil was unusually tall, strange and handsome, with wings on his back, and infinite power in his gestures, and when he appeared, the sky was gray, and the whole was filled with the fragrance of lycoris flowers that made people despair.

"Your Excellency Gagir is really hard-mouthed, do you think you can defeat me?" the devil smirked, his pale and gloomy eyes staring at Gagir as if he was going to drag Gagir into hell.

"Oh, who am I, isn't this an old bat, resurrected so soon?" Gagir snorted, since the fall of the Oni Kingdom, he had expected the Monarch of Despair to be resurrected, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

"Thanks to His Majesty Charlie's help," Dispel's pale and handsome face showed a hypocritical smile, and a pale despair aura that almost turned into mist emanated from his body, covering almost the entire sky of Victoria.

The wild elf demigod pinched the law in his hand, sent the little ghost into the private half-plane and placed it, and the ninety-nine eighty-one formless and qualitative arms behind him spread out in the shape of a lotus.

"Is this the inheritance you received in the Dark Realms? It doesn't seem like this world's abilities. Still smiling hypocritically, Dispel summoned a staff with a pale hedron and watched as it changed.

Gagir snorted coldly, although he was still a part of the distance from breaking the boundary of ordinary demigods, but the desperate monarch in front of him had obviously just been resurrected, and his momentum was insufficient, and his strength in the main world was greatly limited, so he should only have the power of ordinary demigods.

The unknown inheritance from the dark region is called the "Dao Law" by Gagir, and now he has cultivated to a very high level, and his gestures are enough to change the rules of the world on a small scale, and he is by no means comparable to the power of ordinary demigods.

Eighty-one arms pinched the law together, and twisted out nine Dao seals, "Lin! soldiers! fight! all! array! column! front!" The handsome face of the wild elf was very serious, and he made a gesture of the nine-character mantra.

The nine Dao Seals blasted towards Dispel, a powerful blow that the wild elves could deliver, enough to threaten the Lord God.

"This is what you call the Dao Method?" Dispel laughed, the nine Dao Seals were not grandiose and looked slow, but the Desperate Monarch, known for his prudence and treachery, was not arrogant enough to let Gagir wantonly bombard.

A crack suddenly appeared in front of Dispel's body, sucking the nine Dao Seals into the crack, apparently teleporting him to the hell of despair.

At the moment when the crack was about to close completely, the nine Dao Seals burst open, and the power of the mana backlash and the self-explosion of the Dao Seals shattered Dispel's temporarily condensed body inch by inch, and he glanced at the wild elves with extreme resentment, and there was some fear in his heart.

Dispel did a lot of calculations, but he didn't expect the wild elves to be so powerful, and a single blow almost crushed his temporarily condensed body.

This is obviously not a level that an ordinary demigod can reach. Those nine Dao seals obviously contained the power of the rules! This blow made his soul tremble a little.

Dispel froze and stood still, the blow just now caused him a lot of damage, and he was almost killed, the pale staff in his palm gathered strength, and a pillar of light suddenly shot towards the lotus flower behind Gagiel.

The lotus phantom behind Gagil bloomed, and a figure appeared on the lotus, somewhat similar to the wild elf itself, the figure swung out the elf long sword, and a sword qi and the pale magic light suddenly bombarded together, and the surrounding space trembled a little, and some small cracks were torn out.

The sword qi gradually overshadowed the magic light, and Dispel almost couldn't hold it anymore, summoning a rift to swallow the sword light.

The long sword in the elven phantel's hand shone brightly, turned into a longbow, bent the bow and set up arrows, and two sharp arrows burst out, instantly nailed to the left arm of the golem behind Dispel, and the entire left arm was shattered inch by inch by the sharp arrow, turning into a little magic light and scattering with the wind.

Dispel retreated, blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth, the golem was actually his newly resurrected divine soul, which had suffered a heavy blow at this time, and could no longer support it, staring at Gagill with extreme resentment, and there seemed to be bloodshot on his white eyes.

"Why don't you get out of here?!" Gagir shouted, the phantom behind him gradually solidified, and the longbow in his hand and the bow and arrow appeared, pointing directly at the center of Dispel's eyebrows, hanging in the air and looking indifferently at the desperate monarch in front of him.

"I didn't expect Your Excellency's strength to reach such a height, I will retreat first, but you have to be careful, the Sanctuary of Despair will turn every one of your relatives and family members into powder. Dispel's pompous and hypocritical bow vanished from mid-air with a distorted smile.

The sky calmed again, and an old man emerged from the sky, looking at Gagir with a smile on his face.

"Okanin, you're late," Gagir looked indifferently at the old man in front of him.

The old man was dressed in a white mage robe, holding a book with a bronze cover in his hand, not tall, not short, not fat, not thin, his complexion was typical of the Swiezer people, his hair was already silvery, his eyes were cloudy, and he did not have the temperament of a demigod powerhouse.

"What about the ghosts?" the old man ignored Gagir's criticism, and the voice of a wild elf demigod came out of his throat. The cozy voice seemed to shine like Suan's glow in Isère's spring.

"In my half-plane, why do you ask this?" Gagir did not have a good relationship with the old man in front of him, this old guy always looked sanctimonious, but his stomach was full of intrigues.

"It's okay... Hehehe... Hiss... Has Dispel fully recovered?" the old man smiled kindly, and a powerful magic slowly emanated from his body.

"Yes, the bat came back to life. Gagir frowned, not quite sure what Okanin was planning in front of him.

"Your Excellency Floating Wind is still so hostile to me, I smelled the smell of the evil god just now, it must have been summoned by the demon clan, right?" Okanin smiled and humbly greeted Gagir.

"I'm here to teach that little guy, and it has nothing to do with you. Gagill was still in the same cold voice, his handsome face without a hint of expression.

"Alas... A gentleman doesn't take the favor of others..."Okanin rubbed his heart as if he was in pain, and with a wave of his hand summoned a crack, snatching out the bronze hammer that had just disappeared.

"Old friend, I'll give you a gift. Okanin threw the unconscious copper hammer in front of Gagir, and was held up by the invisible giant hand behind Gagir.

"This old man, I know that he is not a good thing, maybe we should appropriately reduce the living space of the dwarves. Okanin spoke in a warm voice that could affect the fate of a race.

"He... There must be a bitter heart..."Gagir sighed, before the old dwarf did not appear, he was a little suspicious that the old dwarf had rebelled, and now found that he was three hundred years younger, with the smell of hell on his body.

"Do you know where I saw him in exchange for an unknown ghost prince for his three hundred years of life? Okanin still spoke in a warm voice.

There are two demigods in the Svizer Federation, one is the bloodline wizard Wild Elf Gagil Fufeng, whose strength is comparable to that of a god, his face is handsome, and his face is always covered with a thin layer of ice, but he is actually a great saint who loves all beings.

And the other is the old man in front of him, the Holy Magister, Okanin Soth, the first generation of the god of the arcane gods, the appearance of a drooping old man, kind eyebrows, but in fact the founder of the criminal law of the Sviser Federation, all beings are equal under the Great Judgment.

"So... What do you want to express?" Gargill raised an eyebrow, he had always been disgusted with this hypocritical old man, and he was clearly using his words to provoke his anger.

"It's nothing, just a reminder to you, I want this old man's life, and he must be judged. Okanin suddenly became serious. "Have you thought about the future of this child?"

"I have my own way, you don't have to worry too much" Gagir struggled to suppress his anger, "the copper hammer is at your disposal, the little one is my disciple." ”

"Hahahaha, okay, then it's decided, I hope you can take care of that child, I don't want my judgment to befall him. Okanin reminded Gagir that he had sensed the presence of the evil god and knew what had just happened.

Gagir threw the old dwarf at Okanin again, and Okanin gathered a shackle in the void, buckled it on the old dwarf, waved his hand at Gagir, and disappeared into the void.

"Old Zamao, you want to snatch an apprentice from me, go dream!" Gagir shouted, and the void flickered suddenly, and Okanin coughed violently and disappeared again.

Gagir went to the workshop and found the old dwarf's molten infernal alloy lying in the furnace, a drawing on the table was quietly placed, he sighed, and drove the giant hand behind him to take out the alloy, which was already completely cooled.

He took the blueprint into his arms again, carved the runes into the air, opened a door to space, and entered his private half-plane.

Gagir's half-plane was actually the dark region where he had received his otherworldly inheritance, and the entire space had been cut out by him and imprinted himself.

The half-plane sky has a crystal wall dome, and from time to time the void rains down radiation with a ferocious energy and bombards the crystal wall, but it is absorbed by the crystal wall and turned into magic to supply the half-plane operation.

Under the dome, a temple in a very different style from Isel stands on the ground where the Elemental Earth is condensed, and the temple is solemn and inviolable.

A statue of a god stands on the altar in the center of the temple, holding a divine sword, not angry and self-assured, tall and powerful.

A magic pool was placed next to the statue, and there was a fountain in the pool, which slowly poured viscous and surging liquid magic into the magic pool, and the body of the little ghost was quietly soaked in the pool water.

The little ghost's body was full of cracks, and the purple blood that oozed from it stained almost the entire pool, he was still unconscious, and there was a big hole in his heart, and half of his heart was wiped out.

Gagir slowly landed in the palace and bowed to the idol enshrined on the large table, chanting the words, "The disciple is incompetent and has failed to cut off the head of the desperate monarch." ”

The idol flickered, as if in response to Gagir's words, and a furnace appeared on the table, about a man tall, as if it were used for refining.

A line of writing appeared above the furnace, not any of the languages known to the Isère world, but Gagil knew the meaning of the language.

"The knife is here. ”