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On 13th Avenue, a historic and old church, a bright light shines through the colorful glass windows that shine through the silent laneway.

In the lit prayer room, Casillas and a dozen fanatical members were praying every night, muttering ancient magic words with deep devotion, but in front of them it was not the three founding mages who created all the white magic, but a raging flame burning on the pitch-black charcoal, red sparks dancing with the prayers of the people, not only warm and hot, but with a strange evil aura.

"Oliver!" Cloaked in a black cloak and with a pair of frenzied eyes shining in his pocket, Casillas's voice was slightly hoarse, and then a young, pious mage stepped out from behind him, kneeling behind him.

"Because of you, the fanatics are almost exposed, and for this, you must be punished!" Casillas reprimanded in a low voice, grabbing a piece of flaming black charcoal with his bare hands and pressing it to Oliver's brow.

A cloud of green smoke immediately rose from the young mage's head, and as the group of fanatics prayed more loudly, the smell of burnt paste quickly spread in the prayer room, and the miserable young mage was still full of piety, gritting his teeth and breathing heavily, but he did not make the slightest sound.

"The hypocritical Ancient One, she stole Dormammu's power and forbade anyone to share it with her, and Kama Taj's power is strong, as worshippers of the great true god Dormammu, we will not see the light until the power of the true god comes, you know?"

Oliver took a few heavy breaths and whispered, "But, Lord Casillas, when will we... Witness the coming of the great and true God, Dormammu..."

Breathing suddenly became heavy in the prayer room, and the eyes that glittered under their pockets stared at Casillas expectantly and feverishly, waiting for their guide to give them an answer.

Casiritas sighed softly, pityingly lifted Oliver, who was trembling from severe pain, and said in a deep voice, "It's soon! I have been sure that the Book of Cagliostro contains a way to guide the true God by borrowing his power! Soon... But before we do that, we must be cautious, for we are evil heretics to those mages who uphold hypocrisy. ”

Oliver snorted in pain, could only nod unwillingly, and together with many believers, pious praise, "Allah the Great will come to earth!" ”

"Allah will come!" Casillas nodded in satisfaction and raised his arms and shouted, "When the true God Dormammu will bring the right to eternal life to the world, and when the true God comes, the worshippers of the Lord will be blessed." ”

The prayer room suddenly resounded with a series of pious and fanatical chanting, although the offer of immortality was inspiring, but the eyes of Casillas, who took the lead in shouting, were full of coldness and helplessness, the Book of Calistro did have a record of guiding Dormammu's arrival, but it was difficult to steal the ancient dark magic book from Kama Taj's library.

In fact, he had already made an attempt before coming here, and the results speak for themselves! If you can't get the Book of Cagliostro, everything is just a castle in the air.

The light of the fire in the room, which was worshipped by everyone, shook suddenly, and it seemed that something was moving in the room, and a slight air current.

"Hey, hey! The great god Dormammu will come!! What a wish! It's just a pity that it can't be realized! The laughter of Jiao'er Langdang suddenly sounded in the prayer room, and a vague translucent figure gradually became clear, looking at everyone with a smile on his face that made people want to punch him, who is it not Yan Yan?

Looking at the surprised eyes of more than a dozen fanatics, Yan Yan pouted triumphantly, New York is his territory, as long as he has money, he can buy any news on the street, and to find this church, he only spent three whole bills.

"Bold! How dare you insult the great God! The fanatical believers roared angrily, and Oliver, who still had burn scars on his eyebrows, let out a low roar, and the magic fire on his hands shone brightly, condensing into a golden iron rope and rolling towards Yan Yan.

"Stupid!" The magic pattern on Yan Yan's waist flashed, and his body disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Oliver's body, raising his hand and slapping him in the face, this slap was extremely powerful, and when Oliver's body flew out, a mouthful of blood had already spurted out of his mouth, and the two front teeth were also mixed with this blood and flew out.

"Damn it!" "Burn him!"

"Despicable heretic! Zealots are not a place where you can go wild and insult the great God, and only by accepting the flames can you wash away your sins! All the fanatics took a turn of shining eyes on Yan Yan's body, each of them contained the light of anger, and a magic magic circle appeared in their hands, and the condensed magic weapons were all aimed at Yan Yan, like a pack of wolves surrounding their prey in a circle and walking towards Yan Yan.

"The Zealot Society? Hey! You who can't get in touch with Dormammus are just a bunch of ownerless trash! Yan Yan sneered mockingly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a high-flying sneer, his hands were opened, and the light blue ** power full of the power of violent thunder condensed into two round magic pattern arrays on his hands.

In the case of unequal strength, the lion will never talk about a trade with the sheep, and only by using thunder to make a name for himself and beat the fanatic community first, will Casillas face up to his strength, and he can start a happy trade.

The group of fanatics stopped at the same time as they approached Yan Yan three or four steps away, and they sensed a dangerous aura, the unfamiliar magic luster in the hands of this impudent man, the violent and majestic power, which made them feel fear.

Casilitas's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinpoint, and neither the magic dagger that made Yan Yan teleport, nor the terrifying thunder magic now, was completely out of his knowledge.

Damn it! How did this person find here? A dagger that can move instantly! Thunder magic! Young Orientals! These clues fused in Casillas's mind, and soon merged into a single message.

Seeing a dozen fanatics in a dilemma for a while, Casillas snorted lightly, stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "I know you! That greedy merchant who sells magic items everywhere! ”

Calm eyes looked at Yan Yan's vicious threat and said, "But the Oriental! No matter how mysterious your origins may be, I must solemnly warn you that this is the Order of the Zealot, and that you have just insulted the true god of Dormammu, and wounded our members. If you don't need to plead, you will be judged by the flames of Dormammu tonight. ”

Yan Yan smiled slightly, squinted his eyes and looked Casillas up and down, and sighed in his heart, being able to spread his faith shows that the people of the Order are indeed smart people, and his left hand is put into his clothes' arms, and when he took it out, he already had an extra bottle of life potion.

"Drink this!" Casually throwing the life potion to Oliver, Yan Yan smiled politely and said, "My name is Yan Yan!" You can call me Yan! Or Boss Yan! ”

With a strange heart-numbing smile, Yan Yan squinted his eyes and smiled, "To this gentleman, I apologize profusely!" After all, you attacked me first, didn't you? In the same way, I have no less respect for the great Dormammu! I am here to help you and to help you guide the true God to come. ”

Oliver snorted, poured the life potion into his mouth, and the boiling breath of life surged, but in the time between breaths, not only did Yan Yan's wound recover, but even the scorched eyebrows gave birth to tender flesh buds, which recovered in the blink of an eye.

In the surprised eyes of the fanatics, Yan Yan chuckled, lightly released the lightning strike magic in his hand, a huge dark cloud condensed in the sky, and with a deafening thunderous roar, a terrifying thunderbolt with the thickness of a thigh slashed down in the air, brutally penetrating the circular dome of the church's prayer room, and landing accurately in front of the fanatics.

The thunder snakes scattered in all directions, and the hot earth and stones splashed, but in an instant, a large hole was blown out of the ground paved by the entire bluestone paved ground, and the terrifying power of Yan Yan's lightning strike exploded, and the heat surged, and streams of scorching green smoke came out of the hole.

The fanatic who was shouting just now to incinerate Yan Yan to ashes suddenly stiffened, and he looked at the destructive power of Yan Yan's magic in a daze, and silently pushed back three steps one by one, distancing himself from Yan Yan, a terrifying monster.

Terrible strength!

Casillas is still far from being as powerful as he was after receiving Dormammu's power, and although he had heard of a greedy magician selling magic items in Kama Taj, he didn't expect that the other party's strength would be so terrifying.

Casillas, who was standing in front of the pit, gasped deeply, looked at the ground pierced by Yan Yan's blow in surprise, and his head paused for a breathing time, and then suddenly recalled what Yan Yan had just said, and a puzzled smile suddenly appeared on his face: "You said you can help me and guide Allah to come?" ”

As Yan Yan expected, after he showed his great strength and expressed his willingness to help, it was undoubtedly a lifesaver for Casillas, who was helpless in stealing the Book of Calistro.

"Absolutely! My friend, if that's not the case, why am I here? Yan Yan suddenly had a bright and humble smile on his face, and his polite demeanor made even the most demanding British butler unable to find a trace of fault, and then squinted his eyes like a fox, looked at Casillas and smiled, "Of course! Even if you are a friend, you never help for free! I'll help you get the Book of Cagliostro, and of course you'll be paid a certain amount! Not! Of course, with a little bit of help, maybe you'll be willing to help! ”