Where the Daughter of Love hadn't noticed, the shards were wriggling and releasing deadly spores, which would have prevented the plague-infested spores of human tribes or cities from appearing in her realm if Flo had still had the body of a god, but now she had to condescend to dwell in the body of a hypocrite, like a human being, she needed to breathe, and the tiny spores that could not be seen with ordinary eyes entered her lungs, where they brewed disease, and the Daughter of Love coughed violently, and from her mouth overflowed black blood clots, which were full of eggsShe noticed this because soon there were flying insects smaller than the tip of a needle flying out of it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Nothing could make Flo's avatar uncontrollably furious, and she raised her white arm, hundreds of tiny daggers formed in the crook of her arm, and the dagger pierced all the pieces she could see, while at the same time, something sharp pierced her eyes, perhaps the tips of the tails of two black mamba cubs, or the juice from the skin of the poison dart toad, the venom melted the human eyes, and the daughter of love fell into a cloud of darkness. When she couldn't find the enemy with her eyes, her feet were pulled hard and she fell from mid-air to the ground, her skull slamming against the bulging ice, making her lose the strength to resist and want to vomit.

The Daughter of Love put her hand on a scroll, although she couldn't see it, she remembered the order in which each scroll was on the scroll belt, she quickly recited the incantation, trying to unleash the power in the scroll, but a tentacle pulled the scroll away before she could tear the thin paper, Flo's avatar fell to the ground, and pulled out the short sword at her side with her backhand and stabbed it at the ankle, she stabbed the tentacle, and the short sword pierced into it felt like it had stabbed a piece of tough leather, and it felt like a piece of fat fat, and the tentacle swung and whipped her legs, but in the end it was relaxed and retreated。

She got up, the human body, especially the injured body, was like a giant whale that had died and had become extremely bulky and fat due to the fermentation of food in her stomach, but she still stood up in time, leaning her back against a wide flat ice shoot, a biting chill coming from her back, and the daughter of love hesitated, wondering if she should divide more strength to dispel this negative effect- If there was a priest with a second god of beauty and desire, the Daughter of Love might not hesitate to abandon this body, but she also knew that even if she had, Memi might just be her only option - from the beginning, it was only Memy who could hear her call and connect with her, and the others ...... Flo didn't know if they couldn't respond to her, or if they didn't accept her at all, or maybe as the dark-haired spellcaster teased, people with enough talent weren't religious, and people with godly talent were too low.

But none of this affected the Daughter of Love throwing a bottle of potion in front of her, her prediction was correct, she heard the wail from the endless abyss, full of reluctance and anger, she gasped, listened, the venom was still corroding her eyes, and was spreading inward, probably going deeper soon, the Daughter of Love raised a hand, trying to heal them, but the choice could not be more wrong, a violent impact, not only broke the ribs of the body, wounded its back, but also trapped Flo's avatar tightly to the ice shoot with two people embracing。

The cunning "messenger" of Kawu abandoned some of his limbs, but the rest was enough for him to fully compensate for the daughter of love, who immediately felt a sharp pain, and from her shoulders, arms, legs, and chest, each of the "messengers" had a mouth covered with tiny serrated teeth, and each stroke could bite off a piece of flesh the size of an apricot.

Both the Otherworldly Soul and Kerry had noticed this.

But neither of their enemies would allow them to come to the aid of the Daughter of Love, and to be honest, neither Ostal nor Arthur wanted to confront the incarnation of a deity, even if she was Flo, a weak, stupid goddess. Ostahl waved his staff, which was taken from the ribs of a dragon, as light as Mithril and as hard as adamantite gold, and in the head of the staff was embedded a baby's skull, which made a mournful cry when the staff was swung, and this cry was like a curse on the little devils, which affected the minds of the human senses, causing them to go crazy or confused, but the black-haired spellcaster did not seem to be affected, he was as good at using weapons as Ostar- Many warriors mistakenly believe that a caster becomes incompetent after casting any spell he can, and Ostar is always willing to look at their surprised faces. So, while he pretended that such an act might hurt the dignity of the caster, in many cases, I mean, when he wasn't a warlock, Ostar was also a master of martial arts.

Unfortunately, his enemies may have thought the same way, and the black-haired spellcaster may still lack a little experience, but the elven part of his body makes him lighter and nimble than Ostahl, and there have been many times when their staff have exchanged blows, Austal has not been able to put his power into practice, and he must release them carefully so that he does not lose his center of gravity. But the Warlock also has his own strengths, that is, he has more experience in combat, and he can anticipate almost every opponent's move and move himself to the most advantageous position.

Ostal had predicted even earlier than the otherworldly soul himself that he would not sit idly by and watch the daughter of love be "emissary" by Kavu Cutting and devouring, the red-robed warlock swung his staff, and the body of the staff, which was longer than the Mithril staff, hit the arm of the black-haired spellcaster, destroying the latter's spell, and in the next moment, a gray-white beam of light rushed out from between the baby's upper and lower jaw bones, and the soul of the other world was startled, but fortunately, his body was much sharper than his mind now, and before he could think, it slid backwards and fell softly to the ground, the beam hit the ice wall behind him, and the thick ice layer immediately appeared blue-black color, spreading out to the point that it could accommodate a frost giant before stopping, without beating or touching, the soul of the other world can see that it is already a real stone wall, if it is he who is hit by the beam, then he may now be a solid good person in the literal sense.

Stone was heavier than ice, and lacked the kind of binding force that only exists between the same substances, so the stone wall quickly fell off the ice wall and shattered, each piece about the thickness of a palm.

"Maybe that's better!" the red-robed warlock shouted as he dodged a blaze of flames, his young foe returning color as soon as he dodged his attack, the flames that erupted from the ruby end of the Mithril Staff were so hot that even though Ostahl had dodged them, his long crimson hair curled gracefully, like some of the Gredy priests were born with, or curled later in life for more charisma.

The sound of the two warlocks chanting spells rang out at the same time, and they made gestures so fast that it was almost impossible to see their fingers, Ostar's spell was completed faster, and the gray orb devoured the soul of the other world, throwing him upwards and crashing into the high dome, the reason why he chose this spell was to interrupt the enemy's casting, and secondly, to hit the icy dome at such a speed was not much different from falling from hundreds of feet to the ground. The black-haired spellcaster only had time to make a protective gesture before knocking down the dome, he had also been thrown into the Starlight River by Fenway with the same spell in Grey Ridge, just like before, his body, which was much stronger than expected, completely resisted the impact that could break the bones of an ordinary mortal and shatter the internal organs this time, and at the same time as falling, the soul of the other world only flipped and turned himself back to an upright position, floating in the air, this action allowed him to avoid one of Ostar's spells, and the swords composed of energy collided with each other in the air, but they all missed。

The black-haired spellcaster's fingers flickered suddenly, if a mortal saw it, he might think it was just a ring inlaid with solid stone flashing, but Ostal didn't hesitate to grab a wand and break it, and the energy of magic gushed out, immediately forming a powerful barrier around him, and in less than half a breath, a transparent orb similar to a magic sealing orb shrouded the red-robed warlock, and at the same time began to contract violently, the barrier of flashing blue light collided with the orb, and after a sound like glass shattering, the two spells of very different nature canceled each other out。

Ostal was not discouraged by this, he moved himself to another place, and the blue-white lightning burst half of the ice behind him, and then the red-robed warlock responded with an abundant acid rain, and the corrosive liquid burned the enemy's shoulder blades into an ugly, charred hole, but it did not affect him to cast a spell, a dazzling light affected the red-robed warlock's ability to see, and everything he saw became blurry and snow-white, but he immediately tore open a scroll, which briefly turned him into a devil, the devil's powerful recovery ability made his injuries heal immediately, and Ostar flapped his wings and flew, his claws pierced the black-haired spellcaster's shoulder, pulling him up and throwing him towards the elf Kerryben.

This was not for nothing, the Lich Arthur's Bone Serpent had been crushed and purified by the elves' arrows, but he had been extremely rude and had secretly intercepted a portion of the Kawuluxe "messengers" The bodies, which had died under the Lich's spell, seemed to do no harm to people except for disgust, but were filled with pus that was about to boil and burst, and all he had to do was manage to draw the elves into the shards, and the Lich was slightly taken aback by the sudden throwing of the gifts, he shrugged his shoulders extremely slightly, raised the tip of his little finger, and made one last gesture, but what happened to him even more was that the black-haired spellcaster jumped up before him and threw the elf and himself out.

The otherworldly soul gripped Kerryben with the arm that could move, and draped his body over him—the undead in his body eagerly reminded him that the spell had theoretically been the oldest disciple of his mentor Edelle from the "Rotten Sac" Sometimes, he would bring animals or people full of decaying cysts close to the blind adventurers, and under the cover of their fur and clothes, they would not know that it was not a companion who shook but a monster full of venom, and when the latter suddenly exploded, all the people or creatures around them could not be spared, and their bodies would give birth to cysts, black and ulcerated and bring death.

The liquid from the burst of the fragments splashed on the soul of the other world, and if the robe on his body was intact, it might have kept him safe, but the acid rain had corroded some of it, and then the devil's claws that Ostar had transformed into tore some more, and the liquid seeped through the cracks in the fabric, and he immediately felt a sharp pain.

- It's strange that the lich says that neither the original rot sac nor the later modified ones cause pain (and so many people are negligent because of this), except at the end of the day...... He thought for a moment, perhaps because of the conflicting relationship between our bodies and the spell......

The soul of the other world is about to be speechless in pain, as the lich said, if it is just an ordinary person, he will not feel pain until the rot sac finally bursts, but their current body can be said to be full of positive energy, and the reason why the spells of the rot sac series are dangerous is because the rotten sac hidden in the human body can echo with the negative energy of the outside world, further corroding and harming the body - before the positive energy and negative energy can shake hands and make peace, of course they will feel unbearable pain when they fall into this spell.

Kerryben reached out and grabbed Cremar's arm, his body was warm, he was short of breath from injury and pain, he couldn't believe that Cremar was a thief sent to the continent by the Seventy-Seven Islands, as Mulus claimed, but...... Before he could continue to think, he had been carried by Cremar to the ground several times, and though a little embarrassed, they were able to dodge an arrow that carried magic surrounded by white phosphorus fire on the ice, a spell that was instantaneous.

"What's wrong?" Arthur asked.

"I'm just a little weird," Austal said, "Is that little guy a mage or a warlock?" "Calculating the enemy's spell slots is the most basic skill a spellcaster needs to have, but whether as a warlock, as a mage, or as a priest, the black-haired spellcaster has cast a lot more spells than he should have, even if Ostar is misconceived, he is a mage as powerful as Alva or Antonio, but he really hasn't cast spells above level six- The exception is scrolls and runes, which may have come from other mages.

"I just wonder he seems to know what spell I'm going to cast......" Arthur said, sticking out his pale phalanges, "Look." He casually threw a spell and saw their enemies flash it with agility.

"Maybe we shouldn't be discussing things at this time......" Ostal said abruptly, and Arthur grabbed him with a backhand and backed away with him, avoiding the shadows.

A star pierced through the dome and fell from the sky, it seemed to be corporeal, for the light could not be so solid, but it seemed to be disembodied, for it did not cause the slightest damage to the dome, and the sea water did not pour down from the void, and it rushed straight into the body of Memi, and the "messenger" of Kawuha screamed, but it was too late, and all his tentacles were wrapped around the body of the Daughter of Love. The empty eye sockets of the Daughter of Love's empty eyes flowed with foul-smelling pus, then blood, and finally crystal tears, and when she opened her eyes again, the jeweled eyes were brighter than ever, and the "messenger" they reflected was as dirty and ugly as the greatest shame of the goddess, and she screamed, and the silver-blue flames made her look like a great torch, and the "messenger" of Kauxu was in such flames, without even a chance to struggle, and was silently reduced to ashes.

It died, but Flo knew that this was not the end, and that each of Kauha's "messengers" was a part of him, so any orcs or giants possessed by the "emissaries" would eventually die, feeding their gods with their flesh and soul, and when it returned to Kauha's body, the orc god would know that she had broken free from Gredi's shackles - and she had abandoned her own body in order to escape, and her remaining power could not even fight against Gredi.

Flo didn't pay attention to the others, these humans and humanoids were just the more powerful of the ants, she raised her hands and chanted loudly, the golden peaks shook and collapsed in her chanting, the silver flames swirled and whistled throughout the cavern, everything she touched turned into powder in the flames, the light of the scrolls and rune ornaments continued to light up in the terrible whirlwind, but the defensive spells still shattered one after another, just when Ostahl thought that he would be buried here inexplicably, the tremors and hurricanes suddenly stopped, and the red-robed warlock gasped with difficulty, looking outside, and the spell that turned him into a devil had long since failedHis vision was a little blurry because of the light, but he could still distinguish the graceful figure that was lowering his knees.

After changing from a mountain peak to a high ground, the Vault became more expansive and revealed more contents, unlike the illusion, it not only had gold coins, crowns, armor, etc., but also all kinds of strange treasures, such as a huge seat with a dragon skull, a hollow adamantite statue, a cabinet of dragon's blood trees inlaid with mythril, and countless large and small boxes, but Flo only needed one of them.

It was a rune disk, placed elsewhere, it might be considered extremely precious, but it was surrounded by a larger, more beautiful, more magically fluctuating rune disk, this rune disk with an ordinary gold base and inlaid with countless small miscellaneous gems could only be described as mediocre, but Flo only wanted this, without the slightest hesitation or disguise - and to everyone's surprise, a spell suddenly hit her hand, this spell might have completely dissociated a mortal, but it only made Flo's hand tremble.

But Flo just looked at him, and the lich was immediately thrown against the ice wall, his bones shattering unjustifiably on the impact, and Aostahl beside him could not move.

The goddess smiled contemptuously and regretfully, if she were still the original Flo, then this abominable immortal would not leave a trace, but she was now only mortal, but it would not last long, until she gained strength—known and confirmed from the secret leaked by one of her lovers, an arrogant red dragon, although the secret was only a chicken rib when she was a powerful god, but now, it was her last hope.

When she picked up the rune disc again and held it in her hand, Flo's heart trembled wildly, yes, this is it, vast and pure, the first, and the last power.

What Cremar and Kerryburn saw was a pale gray shadow behind the goddess, and then a colorless dagger pierced her back. (To be continued.) )