"I can't tolerate any failure!"

The Dark King Bane was furious on his throne in the kingdom of God, and said, "Failure, failure, I have already tasted defeat once in Port Tantris, when I was killed by Thom, and now that I have returned from rebirth, I will not allow a second failure!" ”

The wrath of the mighty gods caused countless prayers in the kingdom of God to fall to their knees and tremble. The entire plane of the wasteland of destruction and despair reverberated with Bane's angry roar, drawing the gaze of the other four gods, Hale, the goddess of vengeance, Lavita, the lady of pain, Talona, the lady of the virus, and Bensaba, the goddess of doom.

"It's funny, what is it that makes the Green Fist rekindle its anger...... That nouveau riche? ”

In the Kingdom of God [Blood Tuber], a goddess with flowing white hair, wearing a naked black dress, and a very beautiful appearance, stands on the tower of the Kingdom of God, looking at the [Pitch Black Fortress] opposite the wasteland.

The Doom doesn't have many allies, and there aren't many enemies, and Bane is only a neutral existence to her, as long as it doesn't prevent her from taking the godhead from her sister Lady Luck, everything is easy to say.

Isaac, who was in the process of telepathizing with Bane, could only bear the wrath of this powerful god, he felt that his whole person was about to be torn from the depths of his soul, and his body was clinging to the cold altar, but his heart was far colder than the floor, almost without temperature.

Isaac knew that it was the word "failure" that he had unconsciously uttered earlier that had poked at Bane's weakness and taboo.

In the dictionary of the Church of Darkness, there is no word for "failure," and anyone who brings it up is punished severely. Isaac has tortured many believers over the years, but today it was finally his turn.

But the fire of anger scorching his soul was only the beginning of Bane's torture of his loyal followers.

The black light that enveloped the altar was extracted by the mysterious force, forming a face with blurred facial features above the half-plane.

This face is clearest only with green eyes. He stared indifferently at the rolling and moaning Dark Priest on the altar, and instead looked at Charles, Stormdjinn, and Ingrid floating from the cavern.

"Lord Bane!"

Ingrid took the lead in saluting, expressing her minimum respect for a deity. Charles and Winddjinn followed and bowed their heads.

"Whose agent are you?" Green eyes look at the witch.

"Night Shine." Ingrid is neither humble nor arrogant, "Eternal love, immortal beauty." ”

The blurred face of the "Immortal God ......" was silent for a while, and the green eyes suddenly shot out two green rays. Angry, he said, "Why did you attack my church? ”

"I'm just following the Chosen One of Night's Glory." Ingrid was not afraid of this avatar of Bane at all, or rather, it was not an avatar at all. Because the plane rules of the dark half-plane cannot withstand a powerful god like Bane, if he releases the clone, the entire plane will be shattered if he forcibly descends, and Bane will not be able to recover the power above the avatar.

"The Chosen One?"

Green eyes turned to the Charles. In an instant, a layer of goosebumps crept up his skin, and Charles suppressed the chill in his heart and tried to make eye contact with the eyes.

"Are you the one who made my believers taste failure? He was going to be tortured. You can't escape either! His vague face turned from indifference to anger, his eyes full of murderous intent, "Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you are a Holy Presence, the curse of a high god can make you never turn over!" ”

The blurred face was laughing, but Ingrid took a step sideways, stood in front of Charles, looked directly at Bane's avatar, and said coldly, "Please forgive me for being rude." Lord Bane, I'm here. You won't be able to touch a single hair of the Chosen One of the Flare! ”

"Lich!" A hint of mockery appeared in the eyes of the blurred face, "I know, you are a legend, you are not afraid of me, you can wander freely in the material plane, and my incarnation can't help you...... But. What about the gods you believe in, Nightshade, where is Nightshade? ”

With a string of mocking laughter, the blurred face continued, "A long time ago, Yeyao was injured in a battle with the 'Father of Blood' Aflux. Later, he was betrayed by his own henchmen and agents, and the church organization in the material world was almost paralyzed, and now it has not recovered. ”

"Nightshine is barely able to maintain a weak level of divine ......power with the help of the invokers of the Divine Realm," the blurred face stared at Ingrid mockingly, "So, lich, you have to think clearly, do you want my Dark King to attack a Holy Presence, or do you want to point the finger at the goddess in the outer plane of the kingdom of God?" ”

“…… My anger must be vented! ”

Ingrid's face turned from cold to stiff.

She was silent.

Whether as an immortal lich or as a legend, she was not afraid of Bane, let alone his doppelganger. But Ye Yao is different, if she is targeted by the Dark King because of this, then she is already in a bad situation, it can be said that she has reached the edge of the cliff, and even half a foot is empty.

The chosen one can continue to search, it's a big deal to wait a little longer, and there is only one goddess. She is the agent of Yeyao, the oracle she has fostered, and if something happens to Yeyao, then her faith will cease to exist. This is the most intolerable thing in Ingrid's heart - faith!

Charles's expression was calm, except for the chill in his heart that had chilled at the beginning when he was stared at by the green eyes of Bane's avatar, and now his whole body was as calm as his expression.

Ingrid has her options. Charles had exactly what he expected of this. At the same time, Charles was also angered by Bane's lofty attitude, so you allow your gods to be angry, and I am not allowed to be angry? It's a big deal to delete the number and repractice, and he's a good man after a month of stuffy brushing, who is afraid of whom.

Bane has his divine powers to rely on, and Charles has his own.

With such a group of reliable friends and so many years of gaming experience, it is not unacceptable for him to delete and retrain. It's a death horizontally and vertically, so it's just a tough face to face with you Bane, and you can't be coaxed to death.

"Ingrid, get out of the way!" Charles pushed away the somewhat stiff lich and stepped forward, just a few meters away from the blurred face.

"Bane, do you think that by killing me, you will be able to put an end to failure forever?" Charles looked directly at the avatar of the god and sneered, "If you are afraid of failure, you will fail again and again." Since the gods make mistakes, there is of course inevitable failure. I've never been afraid to fail because I know ......"

"Shut up!"

The blurred face roared in a voice that was extremely angry: "Even a mere mortal dares to preach to the gods!" Your existence is a mistake, so, destroy—"

As the sound fell, the blurred face turned into a green mist, and a thick arm with a metal bracelet was faintly visible in the mist, clenching the giant fist, and green lightning leaked out between the fingers.

Call.

Gale winds blow across the half-plane sandy plains, and smoke and dust billowed up.

Just as the Wind Djinn, Ingrid, and Zhang Ze and the others, who had just arrived at the scene and witnessed this scene, as well as Isaac, the dark priest who was rolling in pain on the edge of the altar in the air, but staring at the smoke and dust with vicious eyes, all thought that the priest had been bombarded into powder by the green giant fist, who knew that the green arm, as if it had touched something terrible, took it back. (To be continued......)

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