The big-headed monster turned its head stiffly, and the human head on its chest seemed to be irritated by Byron's serious rebuttal, its nostrils stretched wide, and its nose flanks closed one by one. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info the strange baby also pursed his mouth, puffed up his cheeks, and became angry like a child.

Byron didn't think it was really angry, the big-headed monster baby had slender limbs and didn't carry weapons, and the only weird place on his fat and bloated body was the head.

Is it a sonic attack, or a long tongue catapult attack?

The new wizard shook his arm, a murmuring bass raised high, and black smoke swirled from the Big-Headed Baby's feet, enveloping it.

The strange baby only felt a force in his stomach that turned the river and the sea, and the irrepressible surge came from the bottom to the top, breaking through the blockade of the mouth.

With a whoop, human limbs and internal organs gushed out of the mouth of the strange baby, and one of the mercenaries facing it was immediately sprayed in the face by these unappetizing things, screaming and falling to the ground.

Byron's shaking arm drew a circle, and the black smoke traveled along the encirclement formed by the Divine Fire Cultists, and the disciples who were touched by the black smoke bent down and vomited, and an arc-shaped wall formed in the blink of an eye, leaving only a passage behind it.

"Throw a weapon and smash it!" the baby ordered, vomiting. The black wall of smoke can block the view and cause the creatures that pass through it to vomit irrepressibly, but it will definitely not stop the weapon from being released.

The cultist who was blocked from his vision hesitated for a second, and the weapons in his hands came out one after another, and axes, long knives, and chain balls were thrown into the wall of smoke overwhelmingly. The bearded mercenary pulled up his companion who had been sprayed with the vomit of the strange baby - he was not injured, but he was frightened by the severed limbs and stumps of his kind.

"Spread out!" Byron yelled, and then lunged to the side, he didn't expect the baby to be so decisive, or rather, rude.

The wall of smoke obstructs the view and prevents the mercenaries from seeing the path of their weapons. They didn't have time to react until the weapon appeared on this side of the wall, and immediately two mercenaries fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Byron rolled and threw out a handful of sand, and after the sonorous spell, the colorful brilliance swept backwards. He rolled over and rose to his feet, breaking through the stunned sectarians behind him with the mercenaries.

"They want to run away from behind!" the cultist with the hidden demon on his back screamed, and then a magic missile slammed into its face, knocking it into the air and crashing into the crowd.

Byron really wanted to escape from the rear, and the fast disciples were blocked in the direction of Fort Collins, and it was difficult to escape from the front. He pulled out a piece of green jade in his pocket, a material that Hydeman didn't have much to prepare, and the wizard had not learned witchcraft that required jade as a medium for casting spells, but only as an experimental material.

Byron threw the green jade behind him, and the two-finger-wide jade disintegrated into bits of green debris in the air, freed from the influence of gravity, and flew into the sky.

"In the name of mountains and mountains, I ...... eternally"

The young man's voice was so loud that the strange baby took a deep breath without hesitation, and his swollen mouth instantly opened to the maximum.

"Ah!!h

A loud landslide echoed in Byron's mind, and his incantation immediately stopped, the primordial magic of the backlash crackling through his fingertips like a flood that burst an embankment.

The baby's roar was aimed at Byron alone, and the other mercenaries did not react, at most they were startled by the sudden howling of the baby.

Byron unceremoniously hooked the mercenary beside him. His brain still seemed to echo with the roar of a strange baby, which made him a little dizzy.

"Run to the slums!" The terrain is complicated, and even if it is easy to get lost in the crowded and chaotic paths, it is not a problem for this group of mercenaries living here. Maned wolf-like bounty hunters, vulgar prostitutes, mercenaries, thieves and unscrupulous merchants mostly live here.

The mercenary helped Byron, who was a head taller than him, and staggered a few steps, secretly anxious in his heart, so that he could not escape.

Byron endured the discomfort and trembled and pinched a handful of wool. He took a deep breath, then hurried over the spell of the illusion. The sound of the dense crossbow bolts breaking through the air caused the cultists who chased them to scream strangely, and they ran faster into the shadows on both sides of the road.

"You fools! Illusion, that's illusion!" the monster moved his body on his short legs, and was left far behind by a group of fleeing men.

By the time the believers crept out, Byron had already rushed into the winding alleyway, and had gone without a trace after a few rounds.

"Lord Wilk, that's the area that Aldis is in charge of, should we inform him?"

The strange baby crawled on the ground, squirming and swallowing the dead mercenary into his stomach with his big mouth, and the head on his chest said in a strange tone: "Tell him that I can't even deal with a wizard?" or do you want to see me punished by the Bishop? ”

The cultist shrouded in the shadow of the black robe reluctantly swallowed all the words that were important to the overall situation, and Willik was merging his mind, and the demon's crazy and chaotic thoughts affected his judgment.

Byron and his party walked for a while towards the slum and then had to turn, where several of the wooden houses that were connected together were on fire, and if no one put out the fire, the crowded wooden houses would soon become a sea of fire.

The cold wind in the sky shook the rune mage's blood-stained white robes, and the Holy White Heaven behind him had disintegrated, and the pulsating runes wandered around him.

Derian triumphantly patted the back of the Haru priest, the believer of the Lady of Fortune had a straight face, and the surging killing intent kept jumping in the eyes of the old man, he had just been pierced by runes through his body, and he almost died in the hands of the mage.

Old man Derian stretched his waist and said smugly: "When I was young, who in the whole Northland did not know the name of my Knight of the Apocalypse? ”

"Knight of the Apocalypse?" the rune kept streaking across the mage's eyes, and he said as he examined the damage to the rune, "I'm sorry, the Apocalypse of the Ka'bu people is famous all over the world, but I haven't heard of a knight who dares to have the same name as them. It seems that those Divine Fire Cultists are really a rabble, and they haven't even investigated your details. ”

Priest Haru gave Derian a fierce look, is it time to chat?

Derian smacked his lips, understanding what his old friend meant, but he couldn't help but continue: "Of course they can't investigate, my file was modified by me personally, haha, you don't know, that old guy in Riork had a green face at the time." ”

The rune mage pursed his lips, Riork was the archbishop of the Duru region. He had a faint retreat in his heart, this old man is very good at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and his own information is insufficient.

"Young man, are you ready? My old man is going to do it!" Derian slapped Priest Haru's wound in the face, "Let me come." ”

"Be careful. ”

Derian grinned, and a set of holy white armor emerged from nothingness, covering him in delicate golden patterns.

The rune mage only felt his teeth sour: "When will the Ka'b people also believe in the Lord of the Dawn?"

"I don't believe in him. Derian replied angrily under the armor, "Although the Lord of the Morning Sun is only intended for faith, the church can help countless people because of this, so that the poor can have a house to live in, and they don't have to worry about running out of food every day. ”

The mage shook his head: "Giving faith to the gods is the same as making a deal with the devil, and you also lose yourself. As a Ka'b, I think you should understand that faith is poison that only gets deeper and deeper. ”

With a slight stroke, a gap appeared in the void, and out of it came a white horse with holy light all over its body and its hooves wrapped in holy flames.

"Young man, it seems that the circumstances in which you live do not give you an understanding of the condition of the poor, and as an iridescent apprentice, you are not doing enough. ”

The mage didn't contradict him, the Prismatic Apprentices were originally founded by the Kabu, and most of the Kabu's dreamweavers were members of it. And every dreamweaver is a person of the apocalypse. Since Derian can directly compile fantasy creations in reality, he was obviously once a member of the Rainbow Apprentice.

The dreamweavers of the Ka'bs have the ability to weave all things in their dreams, so they claim to be the descendants of the God of Creation, and if they don't have the objects they weave, they can't stay in the real world for too long, or they will really have to be worshipped by all beings.

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Eunuchs are not so much, and it is more likely to be broken......

Everyone, let's disperse, sorry, sorry......

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Finally, I would like to say sorry to the people who supported me.