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Graham was a nobleman, a nobleman who was famous in St. Peter's Castle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The reason for his fame is not how high his title is, nor how rich he is, but because he controls the unique property in St. Peter's Castle. All the girls in the city, whether they are singers who have been trained since childhood in high-end taverns or women who stand on the side of the road to solicit customers, are all under his control. The reason is also simple, only his activities have the acquiescence and support of the Holy See.

Unlike other cities on the mainland, St. Peter's Castle can be said to be a castle built by the Holy See, and without the recognition and support of the Holy See, even the most powerful families cannot gain a foothold here. Through his relationship with the Holy See, Graham monopolized the skin and meat business of St. Peter's Castle and earned a large amount of crystals. This time, I wanted to take the opportunity of celebration to deepen my friendship with Cardinal Archbishop Carell, but I didn't expect to fall from heaven to hell in the blink of an eye!

When I opened my eyes, there were demonic beasts everywhere, overwhelming demonic beasts. The raging Groundhogs swarmed in and tore the mighty Guardian Knights and the nobles' guards to pieces, leaving corpses strewn all over the ground and rivers of blood!

Graham was fat, and his belly was bigger than many of the October pregnancies because of his heavy eating and drinking, but he reacted faster than anyone else to the sudden catastrophe, and quickly escaped through the back door of the church. Guarded by several guards, he hid in a nearby house. While shivering at the wreaking havoc outside, he prayed nervously for the protection of the gods.

Maybe it was because they didn't deserve to die, or maybe it was because the gods had finally appeared, and they finally waited in fear for the Knights of Glory to see hope out of danger. Unexpectedly, Yang Ling, the Warcraft Lord known as the Great Demon King, had amazing strength, and he cut the throat of Cardinal Karel with a single sword, seriously injuring the Grand Commander of the Knights of Glory. After the Grand Commander was torn in half by the Black Dragon King, the entire knight group was leaderless, and was slaughtered by crazy demonic beasts!

The death of Cardinal Carell had left Graham's hands and feet cold, and the defeat of the Knights of Glory had left him in despair, and his heart contracted uncontrollably at the sight of a groundhog-bag walking past the door. I wasn't bitten to death, but I was almost scared to death again and again!

Next, he was overjoyed by the appearance of the Angel Legion, but he was once again desperate as the Angel Formation was forcibly broken, and the appearance of the Great Templar made him raise his eyebrows, and he finally saw hope of being rescued as he watched the demonic beasts lying on the ground unable to move. Unfortunately, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment!

With the appearance of the Dark Triumvirate, as the Great Elder of the Templar was entangled by the Grand Commander of the Dark Cavalry, and with the Warcraft Legion counterattacking, he didn't get excited for long before he fell from the clouds and fell from heaven to hell again. This time, there was no chance to turn over.

With the sharp sword of the Great Elder of the Templar, the entire sturdy house collapsed in an instant, and Graham, who was as fat as a pig, watched as the collapsed stones fell down one by one, and was buried alive by countless stones with a few screams. Until the moment he lost his breath, he never dreamed that a good celebration would turn into a terrible massacre in the blink of an eye, and he didn't expect to escape the raging Warcraft Legion, but die at the hands of the Great Templar who had been waiting for him!

The fierce battle between the two middle gods, the bombardment of the magic crystal cannon and the magic tower, and the crazy counterattack of the overwhelming demonic beasts, all of this made the populous St. Peter's Castle a hell on earth. Those who rushed out died under the claws of crazy monsters, and it was even worse to hide in the cellar, and they were often buried alive before they could react. Slowly, the smell of blood over the castle grew stronger, and as far as the eye could see, there were stumps and blood everywhere!

Crazy monsters, struggling angels and knights, believers with nowhere to escape, and boundless bloodstains constitute a tragic Shura battlefield!

After the overall situation was decided, Yang Ling no longer personally chased and killed the struggling knights and angels, but teleported to the Great Witch Platform and sat down cross-legged, drinking a few drops of ink crystal essence to replenish the consumed magic power and spiritual power, and speed up the speed of body restoration. Immediately, he silently recited the witch decision, and used high-level alchemy to refine the amazing soul energy in the castle.

The souls of ordinary people are very weak, but when thousands of them are added together, they are also extremely amazing, and with the souls of high-level cathar knights and angels, the soul energy gathered in the sky above the castle is extremely huge. Through high-level soul alchemy, Yang Ling absorbed the soul energy in the air like a whale swallowing seawater, and the soul gold liquid in his mind gathered more and more. From a small pond to a lake, and from a lake to a vast ocean, every drop of soul gold condensed a large amount of soul energy.

The more soul energy absorbed, the larger the soul gold liquid became, and the sensing ability skyrocketed. Even if he closed his eyes, Yang Ling could clearly feel the movement within a radius of hundreds of miles from St. Peter's Castle, and the range was getting bigger and bigger. I saw the shivering civilians hiding in the cellars, the rat plague raging on the Ural Plain, and the steady stream of hadiducks pouring out of the depths of the Ural Mountains

I don't know how long it took, the rapidly surging soul gold liquid began to shrink inward, fusing little by little, and connecting into a whole like a spider's web. Immediately after, it solidified little by little, transforming from a droplet-shaped liquid to a solid, frantically absorbing all the energy within a radius of thousands of miles, forming a huge energy vortex over St. Peter's Castle. At the same time, the jade pendant presented by the Dark Great Elder became more and more red and hot!

"Huh, spend the tribulation on the battlefield?" Looking at the terrifying energy vortex in the sky, feeling the surging energy fluctuations in Yang Ling's body, the dark high priest holding the dark scepter screamed.

For thousands of years, she had seen a strong man who summoned many relatives and friends to survive the catastrophe, a master who relied on a powerful artifact to forcibly survive the catastrophe, and a guy who laid down a heavy magic array to survive the catastrophe, but she had never seen a guy like Yang Ling who rushed to the catastrophe without preparation.

The Divine Tribulation is a turning point in a person's cultivation, and if he survives it safely, he can become a powerful god-level powerhouse and condense his godhead. On the contrary, it is very likely that the form and spirit will be destroyed, not to mention **, even the soul will be wiped out! Even if it is a weak domain powerhouse, after feeling that the divine calamity is coming, he will hide and deal with it carefully; Yang Ling is good, not only did he personally lead a large army to attack St. Peter's Castle, but he also spent the calamity on the battlefield, which is simply incredible!

After shaking his head, looking at the Great Elder of the Holy Hall and the Grand Commander of the Dark Cavalry, and then at Yang Ling on the Great Witch Platform, the Dark High Priest no longer hesitated, holding the Dark Scepter and muttering softly. Soon, the sky was filled with sparkling snowflakes.

The soldiers and monsters of the coalition only felt a little cold after touching the snowflakes, but the stubborn papal knights and angels were like being bitten by snakes, and they were cold and numb when they touched it. In the blink of an eye, a thick layer of ice slag formed on the skin, not to mention the blood, even the brains were frozen into ice cubes! As long as the soldiers and the monsters touched lightly, they immediately cracked into pieces like glass!

"Absolute zero?"

Looking at the terrifying snowflakes in the air, the Great Elder of the Holy Church was shocked, but he didn't expect that the most feared thing would still happen! If there was only one Dark Grand Commander, he would still have the confidence to hold out until the arrival of reinforcements, but if the Dark Great Elder or the Dark High Priest joined forces to attack, he would definitely not be an opponent.

Not only have the Dark Triumvirate cultivated to the middle god realm, but the combination of the three is even more terrifying!

With a swing of the broadsword, scattering a few close snowflakes, the Great Elder of the Templar made a false move, followed by a quick retreat, and went straight to the magic teleportation array in the church, trying to teleport back to the Holy City through the teleportation array. Unexpectedly, in a flash, the Dark Great Elder holding the Full Moon Scimitar blocked the way. Looking back, the Dark Cavalry Grand Commander and the Dark High Priest also surrounded them, and they fell into their encirclement in an instant!

After taking a look at each other, the Dark Triumvirate didn't talk nonsense and decisively joined forces to attack. The Dark High Elder slashed at the Templar's chest, and the Dark Grand Lord's sharp dragon slaying spear went straight to his back, and the Dark High Priest waved his hand to summon a crystal ice pick, attacking the opponent's abdomen in the air!

"Hmph, let's die, let's die together!" Seeing that he couldn't dodge, the Great Elder of the Templar let out a loud shout, instantly raising the gravity space to the limit, turning a blind eye to the Dark Elder's Full Moon Scimitar and the Dark High Sacrifice's icicle, and turning around and slashing at the Dark Grand Lord.

Even if he dies, he will also pull a cushion back!

The Great Elder of the Templar was ruthless enough, but he didn't expect that the Grand Commander of the Dark Cavalry would be even more ruthless. Without dodging or dodging, he desperately stabbed the Great Elder of the Holy Church, picked him up with a single shot, and the sharp tip of the spear directly stabbed the godhead in his body. In desperation, both sides let out a miserable scream in unison.

The Dark Cavalry Grand Commander was bleeding profusely from his chest, and a large wound that was deep enough to show his bones was cut, and the Great Templar was even more miserable, under the full force of the opponent's blow, not only was a large hole pierced in his chest, but even the godhead was also cracked, and he was fatally damaged. He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground weakly with a 'snap', watching the Dark Great Elder's Full Moon Scimitar and the Dark Great Sacrifice's icicle getting closer and closer!

(To be continued)