The Cult of Dreams is stationed.

Zumon, as yesterday, prayed to the statue of the Lord of Blood, with a gesture of piety.

When he had done this, he left the church, raised his head and looked at the blue sky in the distance for a while, and then asked in a flat voice:

"What happened this time?"

Beside him, a middle-aged man bent down and said:

"Your Excellency, there's news from the Hand of Fear."

Zu Meng raised his eyebrows, and said with some surprise:

"Oh, the hand of fear has finally set its hands. I thought they would have to do a few more months of planning. ”

"Come to think of it, the Hand of Fear should have succeeded, this time you came to me, did they ask for the corresponding reward, then give them well, this is also a group of mad dogs, we don't need to have too much to do with them."

Originally, the archbishop thought that after the Hand of Dread accepted their commission and decided to assassinate Wei Fang, he should be able to act soon, but he didn't expect that they had waited for more than a month, and there was no further news from the Hand of Dread.

During this period, they also contacted them, but only to get a rather blunt reply:

It is being planned.

Right now.

This subordinate of his, since he took the initiative to find it, it seems that it should be the hand of fear who has finally made a move, and now he wants to ask for the remuneration that has been negotiated before.

The archbishop is not stingy on this.

As long as they can avenge their tragic death of the believer and give some resources, this is not something unacceptable

But.

The middle-aged man's waist bent lower, his voice became low, and he even trembled a little and said:

"Your Excellency, things are not as you think, the Hand of Fear has not completed its task this time.

"Opposite......"

He paused before continuing:

"Instead, the task of the Hand of Fear failed.

"Not only that, but the Left-hand Majesty also directly killed the assassins sent by the Hand of Fear, and directly went to the Hand of Fear's station to kill them.

"Now, the Hand of Dread has been removed from the Galactic Transcendent Civilization, and the headquarters and many transcendents have all disappeared and become part of the trophies of that new rank 8 professional."

Although the middle-aged man already knew the news clearly, it was true, and there was no moisture, but at this time, he still felt dizzy and didn't want to believe it.

To be honest, he never thought that the Hand of Fear would be involved in such a matter, and in the end, it was nothing more than the assassination of a new rank 8 professional.

As long as you make sufficient preparations in advance and send the corresponding masters to surround and kill, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

This kind of thing can be done by the Dream Order itself.

It's just that this time, their archbishop wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, so he entrusted the hand of fear to take action.

Unexpectedly, Wei Fang's strength had exceeded expectations, and he directly completed the counter-killing, destroying the hand of fear.

When the archbishop heard this, the smile on his face faded and disappeared little by little, he clenched his fists, and his voice remained as calm as possible:

"The hand of fear, destroyed?

"That person, with such strength?"

Although the Cult of Dreams has a general relationship with the Hand of Fear, at the center of the galaxy civilization, he still has a certain understanding of this extreme force composed entirely of the original nobles, and knows that the Hand of Dread has five eighth-level professionals, which is already a large-scale transcendent organization.

Being able to completely destroy it, Wei Fang's strength really exceeded his expectations.

It's really hard to believe.

Thereupon.

He asked again:

"This thing, really?"

No matter how you look at it, the news has a magical feel, like a fairy tale made by some god who is fooling their wisdom.

The middle-aged man nodded heavily, and said emphatically:

"It's true."

He paused, then continued:

"In fact, because we are a little far away from the headquarters of the Hand of Fear, we have not felt all kinds of abnormalities when the eighth-level existence fell, but before that, many extraordinary forces have been covered by the blood rain tragedy, and they have sensed the fall of the five eighth-level professionals.

"That's completely believable."

The archbishop was silent, this must be true.

Such a little guy who was originally ignored by him now seems to be a behemoth.

This kind of strength, even he is a little unsure.

Seeing that the archbishop was speechless, the middle-aged man thought for a moment before he cautiously spoke:

"Your Excellency, I think it is better to settle the grievances than to settle them.

"Before, we felt that Your Excellency Zuo Fang was just a newly promoted eighth-level professional, and this kind of character hurt our important believers, so naturally we couldn't let it go.

"However, now it seems that the strength possessed by this Excellency has surpassed that of the vast majority of veteran eighth-level professionals, and for this kind of powerhouse, I think that our Dream Sect still needs to give some respect.

"If you need it, I am willing to look for an opportunity to meet with His Excellency Fang Fang on the left and clear up the misunderstanding between us."

Although, the Dream Order is a fairly united, xenophobic and transcendent organization, and will take cruel revenge for any act of harming the Blood Bishops

However, this matter is also situational.

Now, Wei Fang's strength has greatly exceeded the expectations of the Dream Sect, and it is not a wise move to clash with such a strong person.

Therefore, the middle-aged man made a suggestion to let His Excellency the Archbishop ease the relationship with Wei Fang.

To be able to become a large-scale transcendent organization of the galaxy civilization, it is impossible for the Dream Cult to rely only on the blood lord behind it, and sometimes, it is also necessary to work together vertically and horizontally to judge the situation.

But.

His Excellency the Archbishop's face suddenly hardened, he shook his head, and suddenly said with a smile:

"Do you mean that you want me to grovel to this one?

"It can't be, I can't do it."

He paused, turned around, his gaze crossed the space, fell to the huge statue of the Lord of Blood, and said:

"I am a believer in the Great Blood Lord, representing the will of the Blood Lord in the world, my every move represents the majesty of the gods, how can I give in to a fellow existence who has harmed the believers of the Great Blood Lord?"

He was silent for two or three seconds, looked into the middle-aged man's gaze, and became stern:

"You have to remember that we will always represent the gods of faith, and sometimes, even if we die, we can't give in, and since this person has hurt the important followers of the Dream Cult, he must die."

After saying this, his eyes flickered, and he said almost to himself:

"Moreover, do you really believe that an extraordinary person who has just been promoted to the eighth rank will have such great power? This is not at all in accordance with the Basic Law, and does not conform to the rules of the system of the mind and transcendent civilization.

"Well, although I haven't really met him, I can guess that the reason why he was able to do these great things was definitely not his own strength.

"I think that there should be one or more powerful gods in him, and only with the blessing of these gods can he have the power to destroy the hand of fear.

"I think these powerful gods should be dedicated to the great Lord of Blood, don't you think?"

The middle-aged man immediately understood.

It turned out that His Excellency the Archbishop felt that the reason why Wei Fang showed his current strength was not relying on himself, but because he had a powerful god to support it?

In fact, this is also the guess of many veteran eighth-level powerhouses of the Galaxy Civilization, he knows that His Excellency the Archbishop already has greed in his heart at this time, and he has taken a fancy to the secrets that Wei Fang has mastered.

At this time, they not only have open hatred for each other, but also have the selfishness of the archbishop.

Those who have great power are not only gods, but also devils, and the eighth-level professional has great power and all human nature.

Greed is just one of them.

Thinking so, the middle-aged man immediately changed his attitude, and he shouted loudly:

"That's right, the great Blood Lord believer can't die so easily, and no murderer, no matter how powerful he is, can't let go."

The archbishop ignored the middle-aged man, but raised his arm to his lips, and immediately an almost transparent horn appeared.

Woo woo woo woo ~ As he blew it, the trumpet made a low sound, like a war drum.

Three seconds later.

There was a blood-red pillar of light, which jumped from afar, and in a few flashes, it came to the archbishop's side.

This is a man, his whole body is wrapped in fiery red armor, and he is filled with an icy aura, and faintly, there is even a soul wailing in it.

The middle-aged man felt that the air around him was quite oppressive, which made him a little uncomfortable.

This newcomer, he knows.

This is the chief powerhouse of their Dream Cult Inquisition, and he can be said to be famous for his murder, and he has planned many vicious incidents.

It seems that His Excellency the Archbishop is ready to let this strong man take action against Wei Fang.

Du Ye, whose whole body was wrapped in blood-red armor, raised his arm and knocked his chest hard, making a sound of gold and iron striking:

"Your Excellency, what is the matter with you?"

There was a faint sense of impatience in Du Ye's tone, this was because he had just been inflicting punishment on an enemy of the Dream Cult, and he had just reached the climax, but he was called by the archbishop, which disturbed his interest.

As if he didn't feel anything, Zumon said to him:

"You may not know that just a few days ago, an important believer of our Dream Cult was brutally murdered, and that murderer. But in a short period of time, he achieved level eight.

"It's just that, even so, I didn't plan to let him go, contacted the Hand of Fear, and did an assassination

"However, this one's strength has exceeded my imagination, he not only completed the counter-killing, but even destroyed the hand of fear, so, in order to complete the revenge, we can only do it ourselves.

"How about you go yourself?"

As the head of the Inquisition's hand, similar to the murder of the followhens of the Mystery Cult by heretics, most of them are led by the Inquisition Hall to retaliate.

Therefore, this matter basically belongs to Du Ye's responsibility.

And.

When Wei Fang had destroyed the Hand of Fear before, he had shown his strong strength.

However, the chief in front of him has an extremely domineering ability, that is, he can deprive his opponent of the ability to use powerful items in a short period of time.

In this way, if Du Ye made a move against Wei Fang, it would mean that he only needed to face a newly promoted eighth-level professional rookie, and he would not be attacked by those powerful items on Wei Fang's body.

That's why he made this arrangement.

Regarding the archbishop's arrangement, Du Ye had no reason to refuse, he nodded heavily, and said:

"Okay, when I finish dealing with the matter at hand, I will go immediately, and in addition, please send me a copy of the specific situation of this person, and I will study it and make a corresponding plan."

Between Du Ye's words, he didn't take this matter too seriously, because. He had the same judgment as the archbishop, feeling that Wei Fang's reason for destroying the hand of fear must have been due to some magical object, not his own ability.

How strong can a newly promoted level 8 professional be?

He was now anxious to go back and inflict punishment on that opponent, so, after learning about it, he prepared to leave.

But.

At this moment, Zu Meng and Du Ye suddenly stopped their movements, raised their heads together, and looked at the sky in the distance.

At this time, it is in the sky above the main star of Dream.

One brilliant streamer after another flickered, crisscrossing and criss-crossing, outlining a huge young man's face, it was Wei Fang, his eyes indifferently glanced at the Blood Lord Chapel below the Dream Lord, without any intention of communication, he slowly closed his eyes.

And then.

The face then drooped down into a huge palm, as if it was about to destroy the cathedral, which represented the majesty of the Lord of Blood.

Buzz buzz buzz ~

As this palm fell, chaos began to appear in the entire Dream Master Star, and colorful streamers spread everywhere on this planet, turning everything into dust.

Only the truly transcendent can resist.

However, in the process, one ball of light flew out of their bodies one after another, like moths to a fire, condensing towards the huge palm above, adding a trace of insignificant power to this palm.

Seeing this situation, Du Ye suddenly let out a huge roar:

"Whoever you are, die!"

In fact, although Zumon is the archbishop of the Cult of Lost Dreams, the most devout person in the church to the Lord of Blood is the head of the Inquisition.

It is precisely because he is pious enough that he will take tragic revenge on those transcendents and transcendent organizations that have offended the Dream Cult, which is to maintain the majesty of the Lord of Blood.

Swish!

Du Ye made a gesture of mastery, and in his hand, a translucent spear glowing with white light appeared.

At the tip of this spear, there is a bright liquid dripping, exuding a terrifying aura.

Du Ye was furious, very angry, the Dream Lord Star had suffered such a terrible disaster, as a believer in the Lord of Blood, he had even gone crazy, and there was only one thought in his heart, that is:

Kill this intruder.

And then.

Repent to the Great Lord of Blood.

He raised the spear in his hand, and the spear immediately grew thicker and larger, rising against the trend, colliding with the huge palm that was falling down.

And then.

In everyone's sight, the two behemoths froze into each other.

Followed by.

Less than a hundredth of a second.

Click!

The massive spear shattered.

At the same time, the body of the chief of the referee hall shook suddenly, as if he had suffered some kind of irreversible injury, and cracks appeared on the surface of his body at the same time, colluding with each other.

Boom!

Completely collapsed.

Another level 8 professional has fallen.

……

Good evening, single baby.