Wolman pushed open the wooden door of the bakery, and was greeted by a thick smell of blood, and the pungent smell made Wolman sick to his stomach, and subconsciously took two steps back.

"What does this smell like?"

"Don't care what he tastes like, come over quickly, Lord Norman is going to hold a power awakening ceremony for you, don't be ignorant, it took me a lot of strength to get the adults to agree to hold a ceremony for you, and the ceremony itself is also a big burden for Lord Norman, and it will take a longer time to cultivate." Why are you still stunned there at such a big price?" The Dream Weaver waved impatiently at Wollman, and then said to Norman, who was shrouded in a black coat, with a smile on his face: "My lord, I'm sorry, this is a newcomer, I don't know anything, please don't be surprised." ”

"It's okay," Norman waved his hand, "let him come over, I want to see how much Origin Power he needs to consume in me to awaken successfully." ”

"Yes. The Dream Weaver nodded repeatedly, and then continued to look swaggering at Wollman, "Didn't you hear what Lord Norman said?

The blood in the air was still thick, and Wollman was uncomfortable, but the thirst for strength called to him, and he overcame his disgust at the uncomfortable feeling and walked over anyway.

He finally saw the true face of the "Dream Weaver" - it was not a person as mysterious as his voice and behavior, he had a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, a big mole on his eyebrows, and a lot of pockmarks on his face.

Compared to Norman's perfect and resolute face on the side, which is as perfect as a knife and an axe, the appearance of "Dream Weaver" is simply a piece of poop in a pit, and Norman's perfect face almost makes Wolman fall inside.

He's a man, and Norman is a man!

Even men are interested in him, can you imagine how good Norman looks, if he walks down the street, he must not let those girls who are called "goddesses" by others cry and want to come and get married?

"Hi, Lord Norman, I'm Wollman. Wollman saluted Norman with the etiquette of a musician, and he also saw the fallen bakery owner on the other side and the blood lines that snaked like a snake on his body to Norman's body.

This cruel scene made Wolman tremble, and even his voice had a pronounced trill.

"Useless guy, didn't you just see a dead man, if you want to take revenge, the best way is to tear up those enemies before you one by one, and now you are even afraid of seeing dead people, how can you take revenge in the future?" "Dream weaver" hit Wollman mercilessly.

Norman raised his head and looked at Wollman, and said, "It's just a dead man, don't worry, I still have to take the life force of this guy to help you with the power awakening ritual." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Norman. ”

"It's okay, you are very similar to my name, anyway, it is only a small loss of origin power, and it can be recovered soon, even if it is a good fate. ”

Angels are proud, even after depravity, they can accomplish a thankless task for a small reason, or they can not participate in a thing that is beneficial to them because of their laziness.

That's how weird they are.

"Sit down and come before me. Norman waved his hand, and the blood lines on the ground formed a circle of blood in front of him, "Sit down in this circle." ”

"Yes. Not knowing the point of doing so, Wollman sat down anyway.

Norman nodded, waving his hands beside him, and the three pairs of wings behind his back spread out, directly breaking through the black gown he was covering, and swaying back and forth behind him.

Wolman saw the three pairs of wings suddenly stretched out from Norman's back, although he already had a clear understanding of Norman's strength, but the other party suddenly spread his black wings and showed his identity, he was still very surprised.

"Fallen angels, fallen angels?" Wollman's heart was pounding.

This is the royal city of the Terrans, and even the ordinary residents are well-informed, and Wollman is no exception. He had already known the news that the Angel Clan had almost all degenerated, and Emperor Grant had become an inferior god with fourteen wings behind him, launching a crazy attack on all races, and the entire territory of the Dwarf Race and the Elven Race had fallen.

The strength of the angel is directly proportional to the wings it has, which Wollman knows, and the opponent has three pairs of wings, which means that the opponent's strength has reached the legendary level, or even stronger.

The strength of the Angel Race is always stronger than that of the equivalent of other races, and this is determined by the innate superiority of the Flying Race.

However, the most important thing in Wollman's mind now is how did the other party appear here? The royal city is the royal city, and the defense force is not much stronger than other cities, and a six-winged fallen angel came in, and no one could find out?

By the way, the other party was seriously injured, maybe the strength is more than six wings, but it has just been downgraded, but the realm is there after all, and the other party should have some secret methods that can hide the breath.

As Wollman pondered, Norman continued to wave his hands, condensing several black symbols in the air. A black chain was linked from Norman's body to Norman's body, and purple flames faintly appeared on it.

"For us to protect the Dharma, the next ritual must not be disturbed. Norman said to the "Dream Weaver", then looked at Wollman, and said: "Next is the most critical period of my life, this time may be very painful, you have to endure it, I will tie you with chains to prevent you from struggling, otherwise the whole ceremony will be interrupted, then both of us will be irreversibly damaged, especially you who accept the ritual, your body strength is not enough, it is very likely that your soul will be scattered." ”

"I see. Wollman nodded.

"I started. Norman stopped talking, his eyes closed, and a blood-red energy emerged from him, which was the life energy he had extracted from the bakery's owner, and it was also the main energy for Wollman's awakening power.

The tide of sharp pain hit, and Wollman's eyes almost popped out, and his body wanted to writhe, but he was restrained by the black chain. Blood-red energy rushed into his body, like thousands of ants biting at him.

"Ahh

Gray power fluctuations appeared on the Dream Weaver, splitting the space into two halves, half of which was still the same as before, and the other half, the half that enveloped the ritual, turned gray.

This is another application of dreams, realistic dreams.

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