After the earl retreated, his eyes coldly scanned the mad evil god and the sect master, and said angrily.

"Be bold, dare to be disrespectful to the evil god, and cut off one of your arms."

Gordon. Trier was furious at this time, and then disappeared directly in front of the Earl, who saw the figure of the Sect Master coming towards him, and hurriedly tried to resist the Sect Master's attack.

But the head of the sect, Gordon. Trier was a ninth-level Grand Magister-level existence, and the Earl had only resisted a few attacks before his left hand was directly destroyed by the Sect Master's use of magic.

"It's so strong!"

The beads of sweat on the earl's forehead continued to slide down at this moment, and at the same time secretly said in his heart.

"What is the name of this city, and what country does it belong to?"

When the mad god saw the Count like this, he asked in a flat tone.

"Hugh wants to know."

The Earl replied coldly.

"yes, it's a pity."

When the mad myth fell, I saw him stretch out a hand, and then the earl's neck seemed to be tightly pinched by a powerful force at this moment, no matter how much he swung the thin sword in his hand in front of him, he could not break the powerful force that was holding his neck.

"Even if you don't say it, someone else will say it, so please die now."

The mad god said coldly.

Poof-

In this way, the Count was killed alive by the mad god in his struggle.

"Dare to kill the Count, go to death!"

The knight stood up at this moment, drew his sword from its scabbard, and stabbed it towards the head of the mad god.

"Look for death!"

Gordon. Seeing that the knight was so bold, Trill immediately said coldly, and directly released a magic to kill the knight, leaving only a pitch-black corpse, and there were thunderbolts and lightning on the corpse that were constantly beating.

"Lord Evil God, the battle is almost over."

Gordon. Trill came to the mad god and said respectfully.

"Ask the disciples below to inquire clearly which country this is, where this city is located, what its name is, and what the rest of the countries and places on this continent are called, and ask me clearly."

Mad God to Gordon. Trill said coldly.

"Yes! Evil God! ”

Gordon. Trill nodded yes.

"Inquire clearly and set off to attack the next city, we must be fast, try to make them unable to react."

"Yes!"

Gordon. Trier nodded heavily, and then hurried out of the place.

"It's so luxurious!"

The mad god sighed, and then heard him continue: "It's really inexplicable that you want to destroy them all, huh, hahaha!! ”

The mad god turned around and left the place, and then saw that the place was directly filled with black flames, engulfing all the buildings.

And outside.

At this moment, all the people are constantly shouting for help, begging for mercy, crying for help, grieving, desperate........

For a while, there were all kinds of cries in the whole city, and after killing the last man in the city, all the cultists of the Cult did not stay long, and hurried to the next location, and this city covering an area of a hundred miles was also engulfed in flames, and the fire directly rose into the sky, and the smoke was connected with the blue sky, which was very spectacular and miserable.

The mad god and the cultists went to the next city.

The city they are going to is also a big city, maybe they can't kill all the people in the city, and it is possible to escape a small part, but as long as their attack is fast enough, even if those who escape tell the people in the other city, the people who manage the upper echelons of the city will not believe it for a short time.

And at this moment, inside the royal city of the Kingdom of Crisole.

"Hiltlit. Dean Joel, are you sure? ”

The man with pale linen hair and a golden crown on his face who sat on a high seat asked with a frown.

"Back to Your Majesty, I'm pretty sure!"

And standing up straight in front of the man, the old man who was already eighty years old said in a very sure tone.

The man sitting on the high seat saw the old man Hiltellet. Joel looked so sure that he tapped the handle of the throne with his fingernails, as if he was thinking about something.

"Over there, have you been there?"

The man asked again.

"Back to Your Majesty, because I am so happy, I will rush back to report to you only a few kilometers over there."

The old man said politely.

"That's it!"

The man had a look of disappointment on his face at this time.

Obviously, he wanted to know what the situation was on the other side, and then take possession of the land on the other side of the kingdom of Liskrit.

"Dean Hiltlit, you say, my ancestors have tried countless ways to get over there for so many years, why can they suddenly go over there?"

The man's tone was extremely puzzled at this time, and he looked down at Hiltellet. Joel asked.

"Your Majesty, I don't know." Hiltelit shook his head and replied, and then spoke again: "Now both sides can pass normally, which means that people on both sides will have contacts in the future, presumably the strong people on the other side also know now, now we still have to be prepared, after all, ........ Whether it is friend or foe, I don't know yet. ”

"Hmm......... You're right, you have to arrange the people below to be on guard, after all, my Crissole Kingdom is the closest to that side, and our current situation is like being surrounded by front and back, and we must let the people below be on guard. ”

The man nodded in agreement.

"Your Majesty, it's not good, Your Majesty!"

Before the person arrived, the voice came first, and this voice directly interrupted the thoughts of the man and the old man.

"Your Majesty, it's not good!"

A knight in armor came to the man and knelt down on one knee, then spoke anxiously.

"What's wrong with me? I'm sitting here very well. ”

The man frowned and shouted angrily.

"Your Majesty, no! Just now, a team of tens of thousands of magicians has taken over half of the cities of our Kingdom of Krysol! ”

After the knight cleared his breath, he spoke anxiously.

"What?!"

The man slapped the armrest on the throne angrily, stood up sharply, and looked angrily at the knight who had come to report.

"What about the Knights? Isn't there a knight order of different sizes stationed in every city? What do they eat? And what about the academy tutors in each city? Aren't they all at least the level of a fifth-level magician? They didn't even resist and just fled? ”

The man asked angrily as he looked at the knight below with wide eyes.

"Your Majesty, according to a knight who escaped just now, these people just appeared, like locusts crossing the border, and before they could react, they killed all the knights and magicians stationed in the city, and it is possible to attack the royal city in less than a few days!"

The knight explained without tears at this time.

"Rubbish, you guys are trash!"

The man scolded angrily at this moment, and he wanted to drag the knight who came to report it out and cut it down now.

"Anger Your Majesty!" Dean Hiltrit reassured.

"Anger? How does this quell anger? Isn't the loss of half of the kingdom's cities enough to make me angry? ”