The remnants of the wind need a new, small habitat.

The Bolivas need an army of Extraordinary to keep the island safe.

Although Albert has nominally become Mark's direct subordinate, Boliva Island is still the territory of the Destini family by default, and it also needs combat power to support the field.

Mark played such a hand, and all parties were stunned for a moment, and then ecstatic.

Albert began by stating, "The Church of Light and Night would love to see the remnants of the wind help maintain order on the island of Poliva."

Rosalyn took a step forward in a military uniform that is very characteristic of Boliva: "The people of Poliva welcome the remnants of the wind."

Obviously, the goddess of the lake knew where Boliva Island was and what the situation was, and she made a decision on the spot: "Thank you, all the creatures of Rinfeng, for your kindness."

Well, that's good!

We all have a bright future ahead of us.

Then the question is, whoever earns, there must be someone who loses.

So who is it who thinks they are losing a lot of money?

The communication between the two sides seemed to be very long, but in fact, everything was going on very quickly in the realm of divine thoughts, and the whole process was only about ten seconds in reality.

The fluctuation of divine power caused by the exchange of divine thoughts between the two sides could not be hidden from the side of the plague god.

Gordon was the first to notice the change in the Dryad.

His hoarse roar was like a thousand evil spirits screaming at the same time, the eyes in the plague fog widened, and the taste of gnashing teeth crossed the spatial lake to Mark's face: "Damn Mark Destiny! Are you really going to fight the great plague god to the end? Very well, you remind me of the angels who killed to the bottomless abyss thousands of years ago. I'll give you a taste of the wrath of the plague demons!"

He raised his claws.

In an instant, the ground on the edge of the coastline "boiled".

Countless thick muddy yellow slurries splattered out from the cracks in the earth, gathering together. If the earth is a frying pan, then the slurry is rotten meat stir-fried on top of the iron pot of Menghuo, exuding an incomparably hot and rancid disgusting smell.

"Purr!"

In an instant, an unknown number of plague liquid masses flew into the air like transpiring water vapor.

Countless liquid masses twisted and swirled, slowly flying and turning around Gordon.

This is a sense of depression as if he is about to enter the storm circle, even if everyone knows that Mark should have no fear, but this feeling of being a big move immediately makes everyone around Mark unconsciously either lower their heads, or turn their eyes away, and dare not look down.

Finally, the terrifying plague ball, which was about the amount of water of a hundred 50-meter standard swimming pools on the earth, smashed towards the white cruise ship on the sea.

It's a liquid blob!

There is no way to resist it by conventional means.

Even if Mark evokes a tsunami on the spot and hedges with huge waves, it's hard to say how much he can prevent.

The strange thing is that as soon as Gordon released his ultimate, he regretted it.

Just as the liquid mass was out of its control and flew out quickly, the space seemed to be strangely dislocated, and the huge liquid mass obviously deviated from the intended direction of fire and smashed towards the left side of the fleet.

"No—"

Gordon began to wonder what was going on, and after a few seconds, he finally realized that he had been fooled by the group of art goddesses he looked down on on the other side.

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That's right! Pei Ting seems to be fooling the trees into jumping into the sea, but her real purpose is to create a living, moving giant picture scroll that obscures Gordon's visual perception and makes him think that the fleet is directly ahead, when in fact, the real fleet is no less than five kilometers away from the coastline.

Petten is responsible for sight, Muse is responsible for hearing, and Litchel conducts subconscious guidance.

[Stupid Gordon did not realize that his sanity had long since been reduced, and his mind was full of the Lord's tasks, but he did not realize the existence of a real threat. 】

Of course, the goddess of literature written in a mere way can't have the power of [words and words]. Add to that Mark's destiny powers, and it's different.

In the outcome of the dice of fate, Gordon's chances of spotting this ruse are - zero!

It is no exaggeration to say that if Mark still has a weakness, it is the Caribbean itself. When the opponent's huge plague slurry bombardment is crooked, then ...... Although he felt a little sorry for the fish and shrimp in the sea, Mark just wanted to say that "the sea purifies (dilutes) everything".

This world is not to say that a hole in the ground is an uproar in the world.

The so-called plague slurry, after being greatly diluted, is nothing more than some stronger bacteria.

Let the number one cadre of the God of Plague be empty, this is how Mark let the three goddesses go to the opposite side of the Apocalypse Demon God in disguise, and it is also the [Vote for Name] they have set up.

Over there, seeing that Gordon was deflated, the god of the tree and the goddess of the lake, Sensei Titus, were excited.

The Tree God uses the entire Wind Island as the cornerstone, so it was able to eat the twin goddesses in one move. Unless the twin goddesses have the amazing power of a single blow, no matter how much they beat the tree gods, it will be ineffective.

Although the traitor of the Ancient Tree, Jia Lizha, helped the plague god spread the plague and corrupted the foundation of the entire island, but there was still a lot of dirt that was intact and not corrupted.

When the tree god kicked the ground with a sloppy kick.

"Boom—"

It is well known that the rhizomes of plants help to fix sand and prevent desertification.

When the tree god drummed up all his divine power to amplify the move, an earth-shattering scene appeared in front of the eyes of all beings.

Millions of tons of pure sand cut through the corroded mud and converged from all corners of the island to the feet of the Dryad.

It was a terrifying earthquake unleashed by divine power.

Countless demons, and even the Treants, were shaken to the ground by the powerful vibration.

In less than a minute, the Tree God was huge enough to occupy the entire horizon of people's bodies, gathering a huge pure land with a volume equal to dozens of aircraft carriers.

Not only that, but on the way from the tree god to the seaside, there was only such a piece of pure land with a width of more than a kilometer, and the connection between the surrounding land and these pure soils was still disconnected.

"Kacha Kacha!"

Ripples of divine power swept across the devastated land, and a U-shaped plot was almost completely separated.

Gordon couldn't believe his eyes.

The essence of the entire corrosion plan is that the Tree God has no way to escape, and he can't go down to the sea, so he can only be slowly devoured by the more and more spreading corrosion, and finally become a god-level depraved minions of the Plague Demon God.

If Jia Lizha was still there, maybe he could still interfere with the tree god at this time.

It's just that this thing is vengeful, it's too prodigal, and the tree god found the body in advance and killed it.

Now with Gordon alone, how can it stop it?

But if you can't stop it, you have to block it, and if you really give the tree god a successful escape, it knows that it definitely has no good fruit to eat.

But no sooner had it swooped than a mountain flew up.

How can mountains fly?

Oh? The dryad lost it, and that's fine.

In the case of Mark, it is really difficult to find Gordon's body hidden in the fog of the plague.

For the dryad, it's simple - just throw a stone bigger than the whole fog and go over?

This boulder, which was forcibly entangled by the roots of the tree and weighed tens of thousands of tons, smashed into Gordon in the fog.

"Winter—"

What a home run!