Chapter 321: The Sect Master Submits (Page 1/1)

"Oh, that's a ...... Interesting. Sitting upright on the throne, Martin rested his cheek in one hand and looked at Morath under the seat with an interesting gaze.

For a while, Martin thought he had put this seductive interracial woman on the table. After all, Slenish's divine prohibition is simply a divine assist.

First seduced mortals to fall with pleasure, and then forced them to become wooden people without feelings, the mental torture brought about by physical dissatisfaction made them the best power plant of mental power.

With just a small opening, Martin turned Barbara, who had been clamoring to play the master's game with his whip wax, into his trophy.

It was precisely because of this precedent that Martin didn't think too much about it, just sealing Morath's power and treating her as a plaything to pass the time.

Anyway, she was abandoned by Slanesh, and she couldn't play any tricks.

Now it seems that he still underestimated this legendary witch queen who made three evil races in one go. Without her instigating the rebellion of Spicy Chicken, there would be no Dark Elves. Without her ancestor Dark Magic, there would be no Nagash, the Ancestor of the Undead, who was struck to death by Sigma with a hammer a thousand years ago, but the Vampires and the Tomb King came out in this way.

"My lord, here's the thing......" Morath humbly prostrated herself on the ground, telling the story in her already sensual and seductive voice.

After listening to this, Martin laughed out loud and undisciplined.

If it weren't for Moras being caught by him, let's be regarded as a habitual RBQ, she smashed the spicy chicken shreds and was one of his mortal enemies, he really wanted to applaud the spicy chicken shreds.

What a ambition!

It is true that the dark elves are an evil race, but the ambition of the spicy chicken silk is actually the four gods of chaos, trying to come to a 'God is the second, I am the boss'.

Once upon a time, even the Blood God of Terror was only one of the dark gods worshipped by the Dark Elves. In addition to the standard four gods, there is also the previous Lord of the Abyss, Marselan.

Being able to do more than one thing when there is a god above, Malekis can be described as full of courage. Therefore, Moras has been trying to make Ershuang completely believe in the four gods for thousands of years.

Unexpectedly, this time the Witch King led his army eastward and was defeated by Martin's halfway volley, and actually took advantage of Moras's absence to clean up those rebellious fear lords, and by the way, even Moras's Cult of Pleasure was cleared.

He is a believer in the four gods of chaos from the root.

Thousands of years of hard work have been uprooted, and it is no wonder that Morath is not angry.

Martin's face was full of playfulness: "Hehe, you think, I will look at you for the sake of this slave girl." Would you like to spend all your strength on a western expedition, then defeat your son, and then torture you? Ridiculous! Do you want me to give you back your strength, and finally open a great temple for you in Bakaria that belongs to Slenish, and turn all human beings into Slenish's followers? Hmph!"

The more Martin spoke, the colder his voice became, and in the end even the murderous aura flew out.

Murderous this thing is very mysterious, in fact, people who kill a lot of people will really have a murderous spirit.

Why is it that as long as Martin stares at him casually, as long as he is not a hero on the Chaos side, there is no one who is not shocked? It is because Martin fought in the north and south before and after, killing hundreds of thousands of Chaos warriors!

Full of anger, Martin directly smashed the wine glass in his hand. A glass full of red wine smashed on Morath's head.

As a former powerhouse, even if she plays black magic, her body is of course extraordinary, and she will not smash blood or anything.

The biggest blow was the humiliation.

Red wine spilled all over her head, then from her forehead to her neck and to her arms......

"Don't dare...... Master, Morath does not dare to have such extravagant hopes, I have been abandoned by Slenish, and I firmly remember my current status as a slave girl. But...... If one day, the master goes to war with the army of dark elves. As long as my master agrees to let me dispose of Marekis after the war, then I will serve him with all my zeal. Morath said with a shudder.

"Ho?" Martin sneered, "I don't have any expedition plans. ”

"It's okay, it's just that small. The master is an out-and-out overlord, and he is about to be canonized as a god and has eternal life. I foresaw a battle between my master and the dark elves. I can wait, even if it's a thousand years, ten thousand years. As long as the master made such a small promise to me. Morath kowtowed heavily.

Martin was a little stunned, if that's the case, then maybe it's really true.

This woman's paranoia is beyond imagination.

Still, it's a lot of fun.

Perhaps it was the conqueror's side of Gilgamesh that influenced Martin, who smiled: "Then show me all your so-called enthusiasm." ”

"Please wait!" Morath stepped back, and after a while she changed into a suit.

Moras, who appeared in front of Martin, wore a black swan sexy and sultry dress.

The black veil wrapped around her toned and plump body, and she twisted her waist and stepped on the lotus flower to the front of the throne. She kicked the high heels on her feet away, and suddenly a pair of small feet as white as jade were exposed to Martin's eyes.

Moras has never been a pure girl, Martin thought she looked a little more glamorous before, but he didn't expect that when she stopped being restrained and deliberately behaved, her temperament would suddenly sublimate several grades.

At this moment, she is the fox spirit Daji who bewitched the king, Yang Guifei who brought disaster to the country and the people, and Helen who inspired the famous Trojan War in Greece, as if Martin knew that all the bewitching characters were perfectly integrated.

She simply struck an S-shape pose and gave Martin a flash of light, and all Martin felt was a loud bang in his head, and there was nothing left but her eyes.

Dark Elves often prefer black exploding heads that fall behind their heads, pulled into a chic bun, revealing their slender, ivory-white necks.

Morath's cheeks were faintly flushed, and her shallow smile was as charming as a dream. At this time, she embodies the most feminine side, the kind of thrilling beauty that makes all men feel excited.

The next scene, which perfectly fits her identity as the leader of the Joy God Sect, gently throws out a music box, and the rotating props sound a burst of psychedelic music.

To the beat of the music, Morath danced a rather intense dance, and every movement of her limbs matched the swaying of the water snake's waist. The sensational wavy curve gives Martin a sense of exuberance.

She threw Martin a flying eye, and the black gauze dress fluttered in the wind.

With the ever-changing fast rhythm, Morath kept swinging her white and flat abdomen, her five jade fingers as white as green onions opened gently, and her little finger and ring finger bent in her palm, holding up the fierce man in her chest and dancing her upright arms vigorously.

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