As a mage who had already entered the Golden Rank for many years, Bunier thought that his knowledge was broad enough. But now he felt that he was wrong, because what was happening in front www.biquge.info of him was completely beyond his knowledge.

Just as the sound of asking for directions came from behind him, Bunier had already stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around.

As he moved, the textures on the purple robes glowed in the darkness.

The flickering light echoed the mage's breathing, as if a slight night breeze could trigger the many spells carved on the robe.

There was no trace of fear on the face of the mage who turned around, because he was good at psychic spells, he was never afraid of the enemy's sneak attack, even if the enemy had the means to hide his spiritual perception.

However, after seeing the appearance of the person who asked for directions, the old man, who had always been steady, couldn't help but lose his temper, and even his worldview over the years was affected by the appearance of the other party.

What is it?

Good upbringing made Bunier not put this sentence into words, but the frowning brow and wary eyes also revealed his true thoughts to a certain extent.

That's right, stuff.

At least in the mage's heart, the other party has been classified by him as a non-human race of unknown life.

The wrinkled face looked like an old orange peel that had lost water, and the hollow eye sockets had no eyeballs, replaced by two scarlet flames, and perhaps the short-sighted would have relegated each other to the category of the undead, but Bunier would not make such a lowly mistake.

Although the other party's skin is full of wrinkles, there is still an essential difference between it and the shriveled body of a ghoul. What's more, the scarlet flame burning in the other party's eye socket was not the so-called soul fire, but the external manifestation of a strange spiritual power.

"Is the power of the mind .....?"

Although the night was thick, with the strength of the mage, such an environment was not much different from daytime.

He could easily observe the mystery hidden under the thick seaweed-like hair of the other party, and he could also feel the danger more clearly: at the end of the end of the other's blue-black hair, there were tiny snakeheads with vitality.

The serpents stinged Bunir's body, and it made him understand that the enemy in front of him was not as easy to deal with as the knight behind him......

"Dawn—"

A few days ago, in a hidden alley in Silver Gray City, there was a sudden loud cry. It wasn't the sound of Billy's sacrifice, but the support of Bishop Kaliam.

At a time when the gods are high in the sky and the demigods are hidden, the legendary rank can definitely be regarded as the top combat power on the material continent. And Bishop Kalian, who is a silver life, will certainly not lack the means to fight the enemy, but in the face of a black cocoon, he can only use a special way for fear of accidentally injuring Billy's sacrifice.

The same is "calling on the name of the gods", and Billy's sacrifice can only repel "greed", but when it is used by Bishop Kalian, it seems that a dazzling sun has fallen into the alley.

The blazing light was like a sharp sword, slashing the black cocoon into pieces, revealing the Billy sacrifice inside and the black ** thing that almost merged with him.

"Ahh

White flames burned on both of them, and both "Greed" and Billy let out a cry of pain.

As the fire intensified, Bishop Kalien's vision was blocked by the white flames. However, there was no concern on the bishop's face, as if it was not Billy's sacrifice that he valued that had fallen into this situation, but a stranger who had nothing to do with it.

With a calm expression wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, Cali quietly waited for the final result.

Of course, he didn't care about Billy's life and death, or he wouldn't have rushed here in such a hurry. The reason for this insipidity is that he believes that the surviving Billy sacrifice of the "self" will not be accidentally injured by the "Pure Flame", because this power does not come from himself, but the power and divine power of the borrowed gods.

A god who knows all things can accidentally hurt his own believers?

The probability of this kind of thing happening is not much greater than the probability that the demon lord is truly in love with a human princess.

It is precisely for this reason that the priest who has entered the legendary realm will choose to use this extreme method to deal with a monster that is much weaker than himself, even if his body will be injured by the impact of divine power.

......

Just when "Greed" was scorched by the "Flame of Pure World", a teacup in Count Cheno's study also underwent a slight change.

Looking at the faint white light on the mouth of the cup, the Earl said disdainfully, "I didn't expect Kalian to arrive so quickly? Or did I not expect myself to devour Billy so slowly?"

"I have a lot more influence and control over you than you know, but I know it too late. ”

"I thought you would be smarter, and I prepared a lot of follow-up remedial plans for this, but now that I think I'm overestimating you. ”

"Of course, it's not your fault, after all, the information we have is not equal to each other. If you could have known what Jealousy had learned, you'd probably have a better end than it already is. ”

"Unfortunately, I don't have the energy to play childish games with you right now, so you'll just be dead, at least until the situation is clear. ”

"Greed destroys in the scorching heat, and anger is born out of the fireworks. ”

As he said the inexplicable prophecy, Chenno picked up the strange teacup in front of him and slammed it to the ground......

In an unknown space, the original oppressive atmosphere gradually disappears.

"My lord, do you have something to tell me to do when you wake me up?"

"Jealousy" inquired about the devil on the throne in a cheerful tone, and the sparks splashing in his eyes seemed to be the best proof of his inner excitement.

"There's nothing to command, but you can leave. ”

The devil's face is hidden in the shadows, and the calm statement makes it impossible to hear the joy and anger hidden in his words.

"Leave?...... Dead?"

The mood of "jealousy" was instantly low, and the words were swallowed a lot.

"Hmm. ”

"Greed" is doomed, and Mephistopheles doesn't want to explain too much.

"Where am I going?"

"Imperial capital. ”

"I'm going to die, too, am I?" asked the child cautiously, as if the young little hand was holding a fragile piece of porcelain.

"Not necessarily, it's up to you. ”

"Okay. ”

Mephistopheles's words were as plain as ever, but "jealousy" was happy because of it. He replied cheerfully, for in this sentence the child heard the devil's approval of his abilities.

"I won't let you down," Snakehair danced to his master's promise, "and I'll be true to myself." ”

"Okay," Mephistopheles smiled as well, "I'm waiting for you to destroy me." ”