Boom!

The brilliant pillar of golden light slammed into the silver shield wall, and countless dense small and complicated runes melted and faded, disintegrating and shattering.

Seeing this, Nancy's calm expression gradually became hideous, and the fear of death climbed into a pale face.

"No, it won't!"

He lowered his head to gaze at the silver demonic circle at his feet, and several cracks slowly appeared, and then spread like spider webs in all directions.

"How so!"

This is the spatial teleportation scroll given by Agnes's crown, the last hole card he keeps, and the hope of leaving. {Agnes Rodney, Cardinal of the Temple of Power.} }

Now, everything is destroyed and the countdown to death begins!

Desperate, Nancy watched as the silver glow dissipated, and his body dissipated as well, but unlike just now, his body was like broken glass, folded and twisted, shattered into pieces, but not a trace of blood spilled out.

The spatial tunnel opened up by the teleportation scroll is interrupted by a strong force, and Nancy falls into the collapsed space, with nowhere to escape.

"I'm not reconciled to !!"

“aide.......... {God of power, I bless your true name, and I ask you to lower the light of your gaze, I am willing to .........}"

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"Is it over?"

Modrian walked out of the ruins, still holding the gray shield in his hand, and looked at the ruins of the streets of Renwall in front of him with a look of amazement.

The once prosperous city has been destroyed, leaving only ruins and ruins adorned with dilapidation.

As the lord of the Valoran Lord, it is impossible not to feel distressed, but compared to retaining the coveted strong enemy, and once again deterring the noble forces in the northern part of the kingdom, this sacrifice is worth it.

In addition to the above disadvantages, there are also some intangible benefits for the town of Irwindale, at least the strength that is now exposed can give many traders and wandering mercenaries a certain sense of security, which translates into more prosperous economic benefits.

Walking on the uneven road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, Modrian's expression remained calm, but there were little ripples in his heart, and this kind of destructive power comparable to the missiles in his previous life was really enviable.

A shadow emerged, and the figure of the catastrophe stepped out of it, strolling in front of Modrian.

"My lord, this is a gift for you!" Holding a bloodstained head in his left hand, he lifted it with ease.

Modrian searched the images in his memory, and there seemed to be no trace of the dead person in front of him, and asked suspiciously, "Who is this guy?" ”

"The assassins who participated in this attack are quite good." Zai hoarsely spoke, although Chapman died at his hands, but his strength was still recognized by Zai,

"Okay!" Modrian shrugged his shoulders and said, he was very relieved of the strength of the robbery, and the role of the shadow stream was also crucial to the current Valoran Territory.

Intelligence, probing, and the elimination of spies and sentinels are all in charge of the Shadow Stream, and they have achieved remarkable results.

He looked up at the sky that was gradually returning to serenity, and the overlapping marks of space dissipated, and the bishop of the Temple of Power, Nancy Peters, was completely annihilated in the collapsed space.

Even if it is a legend, you have to deal with it carefully in the face of sudden spatial collapse.

"The Temple of Power, a group of pretenders, also wants to gain control of the Valoran Lord, I really don't know what to do." Modrian smiled indifferently.

The deaths of these two important figures are a great loss to the Temple of Power that is now deep in the whirlpool of the Stoke Kingdom.

Maybe there will be some revenge next, but Valoran is not just the strength that is exposed now.

Modrian walked on and saw Poppy and Gulagas who were having a 'friendly' conversation, the combination of tall and short looked a little strange.

"Hiccup....... Bobby, you shouldn't have such a heavy hand, I haven't really experienced what it's like to fight. Gugaras shook his fat body and pretended to be crazy and stupid, drunkenness would only make his strength more terrifying, but it would not take away his will to focus.

"Hey, big guy, if I don't make another move, that guy will run away." Poppy tilted her head as she carried Oren's hammer, a hint of disdain on her blue face.

"Do you understand space spells? Yes............ Forget it, you won't understand it anyway. ”

"You just need to know that if we don't stop that guy, he'll get out of here unharmed, and then continue to covet our territory."

"How is it possible to let the other party run away? I'm Barrel Gulagas! ”

The tone of his muttering was slightly high, but Gulagas did not dare to go too far, he had suffered deeply from Oren's hammer in the previous 'friendly' exchange.

After taking a sip from the cask of ale, he continued: "The happy hour has just begun, and it's over, so it's really not fun! ”

"Want to have fun? Then we can have a 'friendly' exchange, don't worry, I'll be merciful." Bobby turned her head slightly, her blue face showing a hint of interest.

"Hiccup........... I don't think so, the lord is here. Gulagas hurriedly ended the conversation and swayed his fat body towards Modrian.

"It's just that I feel something is wrong..........."

Not only Gulagas, but also Bobby on his side, and Calamity not far away, looked up at the pure blue sky, and the firmament, which had been restored to tranquility, suddenly had a trace of inexplicable changes.

The clouds drifted and gathered, and a ray of golden sunlight slowly emerged in the blue sky, shining on the world again like a new sun.

Gentle, peaceful.

The faint sound of singing echoed in everyone's ears, and the tune was like the music played by a bard, melodious and graceful.

And in this mysterious music that suddenly appeared, an ancient poem that could be sung and cried seemed to be reflected in the pure sky, accompanied by golden sunlight, and gradually condensed into a closed eye.

"Who's chanting my real name?"

The voice of divine majesty reverberated between heaven and earth, and for a moment, it was as if the voice of the world was eternal, and everything was suppressed and could not move.

"Real name!?"

The moment Modrian heard the voice, the indifferent look on his face disappeared, and a solemnity appeared, and he looked up at the sky that was rendered golden at the moment, and his heart set off turbulent waves.

In the information he knew, his real name was not so easy to pronounce.

Every being with a true name has extremely terrifying strength, and the real name is a mark engraved in the depths of their souls, a unique representation left in this time and space.

The person who recites must imagine the complete image of the other person, as well as the characteristics of the other person's power and the deeds that remain in the world. {This is simple for the bishop of the temple, for it is easier for those who believe in it than for the average person.} }

Obviously, the eyes that now appeared above the sky were the embodiment of the power transmitted by the reflection of a terrifying being who heard someone chanting his true name.

"It's a bit unexpected that the Temple of Power has such a powerful existence in the Stoke Kingdom."

Phew!

The screaming birdsong sounded, breaking the stagnant time and space at the moment!

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Let's talk about the heart: sometimes you can't have the best of both worlds when you have to do what you love and what you have to do to make ends meet!

I can only promise to update as much as possible now, as for the future, who can explain the things clearly, encourage yourself, come on!