"Hey, Smile Boss, do you have anything to tell the little one?Rest assured, you've done all the work, these two fools of the Silent Alliance have lost their lives, and I'm now sacrificing the great goddess of the night with that ogre's head...... Well, if you need it, I can also express my sincere gratitude to you, the god of killing."

When he picked up the magic card and spoke to a medium-sized god, it was naturally impossible for Samoan to be as arrogant and manic as he was to his own weak god-power, and even though the communication of the maiden god did interrupt his sincere prayers, the evil priest, who was still reasonably reasonable, expressed his respect to his immediate boss in the tone of "respect" as much as possible.

Of course, judging from the actual situation, the "respectful" tone he deliberately presented is more like a gangster asking for a reward for his merit and deeds from the gangsters, and I am afraid that there is not much real respect, and those arrogance and excitement that cannot be concealed are the most practical.

But compared to Samoan's confident words, the emergency message from the God of Killing didn't sound so leisurely.

"Where are you? Semoan, have you and Noodore left the Listener plane now?"

"Uh, no? What's wrong? Speaking of which, the old guys in the Pantheon never make things very fine, look at the magic crystal card of the Silent Alliance, which has both communication and positioning functions, and then look at the broken thing we are holding in our hands, just such a message transmission is still intermittent............

Since the functions of the magic card are far less complete and clear than the magic crystal card, the Morning Star priest, who is still chattering and complaining about the vague transmission of information, does not perceive whether there are some unusual emotional characteristics of the smiling mental power fluctuations, and until now he thought that his boss was really asking him about the progress of the mission.

In reality, however, his misconceptions were not destined to last long.

Because before Samoan's nonsense speech was over, another sentence that could not have been a "process of inquiry" no matter how you listened was sent from the smile in an instant:

“............ Alas, it seems that you have not left the plane of the Listener, so there is no way, and I hope that your last prayer will bring even a little bit of good luck to this grinding waste, because then you will have to ask for more blessings."

"Smack"!

There was no more communication, and the ambiguous God of Killing had already hung up the communication unilaterally, and the expression of the Morning Star Priest, who was standing in place at a loss for a while, also became a little stunned while holding the magic crystal card that was gradually fading.

Wait, what is the "last prayer"? What does it mean to ask for more blessings, and what is my boss talking about? Is it possible...... It's hard to ............"

"No, the Smiling Boss won't have dragged down that monster called "Whisper of Destruction", so what are we going to do, Samoan"!

Even if not all of them are smart, they are not stupid people who can join this war, and after listening to the helpless announcement of the girl god, the Morning Star priest, who suddenly felt a huge sense of uneasiness in his heart, has already realized that something "does not conform to the plan", and beside him, the faint divine power god who is even more panicked and frightened can't help but scream.

Yes, what could be the reason why a powerful medium-strength god could suddenly send such a message under such circumstances? What could be the situation that would make a combat-oriented Morning Star professional "ask for more blessings"?

No matter how you think about it, it can only be an incomparably powerful terrifying enemy, right?

For example, if there is a raging Radiant Moon level "monster" who is rushing to this calm "Wave Listener" plane at full speed as fast as possible............

"Damn, I can't be stunned anymore, I have to hurry up"!

It would be a lie to say that he was not afraid, can a strong man of the Bright Moon not be afraid? Although he was not as frightened as poor Noodore, the distorted smile on Samoan's face could not be maintained.

I saw that he turned around without hesitation, picked up the divine magic short battle hanging from his waist and was about to start unleashing the teleportation divine technique, and at such a life-and-death moment, the Morning Star priest didn't even have time to care about the interrupted sacrifice.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and finish the construction!

It was the first time in the legend that the Morning Star Priest, who was standing with Noodore and watching him around and at full speed, felt such an adrenaline rush for the first time in his history, and this terrifying feeling of racing against death not only made his body break out in a layer of cold sweat, but even made his soul faintly feel a faint excitement.

Watching the lines of divine energy paint movements in mid-air, staring at the magic runes that turned into starlight and transformed into the form of gates, for a moment Samoan realized that he had comprehended a higher level of divine mysteries, and his professional level, which had been stuck for more than 200,000 years, gradually showed signs of imminent improvement.

It is said that there is a great terror and a great opportunity between life and death, and many professionals firmly believe that only by experiencing the tempering of the river of death can they improve their strength and will, although this statement seems both risky and too absolute, but there is still a little bit of truth in it.

In that most critical moment of life and death, life can always force the soul to find the only way out.

For example, the current Samoan seemed to be about to see his portal completed, and he had even hallucinated that the space opposite the gate was faintly whispering to himself, staring at a pair of eyes with constricted pupils, and the Morning Star priest who was ready to attack did not think much and was ready to jump in, until this time, he had always believed that he could successfully escape.

But............

"Click"!

The crisp explosion exploded on the rough sea, the condensed shock wave tore through a solid seabed, the cracks in the sky extended all the way to the sapphire-clear water surface with the infusion of energy beams, and the shattered early morning light also refracted the colorful cold light.

Obviously, in front of Pastor Morningstar, the terrifying existence in the glowing half-finished magical portal structure was not the warm free world he imagined, but a huge "mage's hand".

It was a majestic palm constructed using the magic of the uncompromising Condensed Radiant Moon Level!

"Where do you want to go?