The year 1091 of the Shenghui calendar, the month of sprouts.

The 60th year of the Great Expedition.

One of the Plane Federations under the jurisdiction of the Wizarding Council, the Ten Thousand Machine Plane.

on the sky.

Levitating is a "mechanical sun" composed of countless metals, gears, and runes.

The wizards and mechanical creatures of the plane of all machines call it the "Eternal Crucible"

In the Eternal Furnace, the power of the endless fire elemental converges in this place, reacts, and transforms into the energy of the mechanical creatures of the Ten Thousand Planes.

This is the most important place in the plane of ten thousand machines, and it is the place of energy hub.

On the side of the Eternal Forge stands guard by the giant legendary wizard Sky City.

On Sky City, there is a towering sea-blue wizard tower.

At the top of the tower, a wizard in a blue robe with deep eyes like an ancient wise man was looking at the crystal ball floating in front of him.

This is the legendary wizard of the Ocean faction, Luther the Sage of the Deep Blue.

Since coming to this Ten Thousand Planes, he has fought many battles with the Father of the Plague, each with his own winners and losers.

The other party is an extremely difficult evil god, whose plague divine power is pervasive, and even mechanical creatures are at risk of being infected.

Those infected mechanical creatures will collectively spiral out of control, forming a terrible wave of "intellectual machine crisis".

However, the recent infestation from the Father of the Plague has been a little less, which makes Luther a little unaccustomed, and he always feels that the other party is brewing some bigger conspiracy.

In addition to being a legendary wizard of the Ocean School, the Deep Blue Sage is also a rare wizard of the Prophecy faction.

Now, he is using a crystal ball to try to break through the fog and predict something so that he can make his next move.

Now, divination has reached its final stage.

On the crystal ball, the light is bizarre, and the complicated pictures flash one by one.

Eventually, the picture freezes in the infinite darkness, a plane that is predominantly blue.

"Nora ......"

The Father of the Plague is a powerful evil god. Even with the means of legendary wizards, only this information can be divined.

For the rest, there is no way to divinate at all.

However, the dark blue sage has been dealing with the evil god for many years, and he basically understands the routines of the evil god.

"He is going to send down the Holy One incarnation in Nora, and this may be a good time to do so."

Whether it is an evil god or a righteous god, through the correct descent ceremony performed by its followers, it can come to a certain face through the incarnation of a saint.

The strength of the incarnation is related to the strength of the evil god itself, the level of the god descent ceremony, the level of the sacrifice, and the level size of the plane itself.

What communicates all of this is the power of faith that is mystical and mysterious.

It is not casual for the gods to descend on the incarnation of the Sage, and the farther away it is, the greater the cost and consumption.

Therefore, the Deep Blue Sage felt that now might be a good opportunity.

"Wait, that guy can definitely guess that I'm going to soothe him, could this be a deliberate trick...... Just wait for me to enter, and catch turtles in the urn.

But if you don't try, you may miss an opportunity to inflict a heavy wound or even kill Him.

Oh, and why not ask about the magical Gold of Destiny? ”

In the palm of the dark blue sage, I don't know when a mediocre-looking coin appeared.

"Magical Gold of Destiny, tell me what to do?"

The Deep Blue Sage gently tossed the coin, and it landed on the ground in a perfect parabola, spinning and spun.

Eventually, the heads of the coin are dealt face up.

The dark blue sage's robes fluttered without wind, and his eyes flashed with thousands of stars, reflecting the entire Ten Thousand Plane of Machines.

In the next moment, the legendary wizard's face was resolute, and he turned into an endless stream of azure particles, dissipating within the wizard's tower.

In its place, only the Gold of Destiny coin lay silently, face up.

In the motif is a lady's elegant and gentle smile.

I don't know how long later.

It was as if the agony of a god resounded across multiple planes, as if a great war had broken out somewhere that would change the world.

With the aftermath of the horror of the shock.

Inside the Wizard's Tower, the Destiny Gold Coin was shaken, revealing the reverse side of the Destiny Gold Coins.

On the other hand, there is also the smile of the lady, which seems to be full of affirmation and determination, as well as ...... Guts.

The legendary wizard's magical gold coin of destiny only has a positive face.

……

Somewhere in the plane of the Ten Thousand Machines, the sky is full of yellow sand, and there are broken mechanical wreckage, parts, gears, and the corpses of rotting green-skinned monsters......

This is one of the battlefields where wizards and the Plague Legion are on the plane of all machines.

Although the Father of the Plague is an evil god, he is a real inventor, who uses a variety of plague magic techniques and some powerful creatures from multiple planes to control and transform them, forming a powerful plague army under his command.

In fact, with the exception of large-scale wars involving legendary wizards, most of the planes invade, and the Father of Plague does not need to be killed himself.

He is a god, the father of all the great impurities, and it is a very unusual thing to have to do it himself.

Basically, a "Plague Lord" who is comparable to a great wizard can lead a certain number of plague legions to conquer most planes without demigods.

Underneath the Great Lord are the larger "Plague Lords", also known as the "Great Impurities", these plague monsters comparable to high-level wizards, are the terrifying nightmare of the enemies on the battlefield.

This was originally the headquarters of a wizard warband, and three days ago, the plague lord led a large army to sweep through here, and a large number of wizards died on the battlefield, and many of them evacuated here.

Far away from the hot surface of the battlefield, two alchemy balls, one large and one small, are rolling forward in the wind and sand, the surface of the balls is scarred, and the alchemy parts are also new and old.

"I don't know when the war will end, I really want to go back to the Endless Sea, look at the blue endless sea, and even my mood will improve." Stella whispered.

She looked at Herman's furrowed brow. "Herman, you're still worried about the Ashen Tower, aren't you?"

"Yes, when they left the Grey and White Tower, without the Wizard of the Three Rings, Morpheus would definitely bully them......" Herman said.

"Don't think about it so much, hold on for a while, and when the war is over, we may be able to go back...... And, didn't you say that Levi wasn't an ordinary person? Maybe he's grown up now and can be on his own. Stella said.

"That kid is indeed not ordinary, I suspect that he was rebuilt by the Yuan Soul Wizard, haha." Remembering those companions of the Endless Sea, the voice of the tower master began to become light.

"Before I know it, I've been gone for sixty years......"

"yes."

The two balls sighed and disappeared into the yellow sand sky in the sunset.

……

Room.

Mauryan Kingdom.

A prosperous and fertile southern region.

There is a stinking valley.

The valley was littered with decomposing corpses, many of them human, some of which were half-buried in the soil or displayed in the open air.

These corpses were caused by many southern lords and civilians who abandoned some of the people who died from the plague after last year's great plague.

Although some doctors told these lords that the corpses should be incinerated to avoid contagion, only a few were able to do so because of ignorance and ignorance.

"What a perfect place for the gods to descend." Count Jolson held a cyan ghost claw in his hand, enjoying the enchanting smell of decay.

"Aftertaste." For ghouls, filth and corpse stench are the most appetizing.

Because only in this way can you express your faith in the father of the plague.

Every believer of the Father of the Plague, whether it is a ghoul or all sorts of filthy, rotting creatures, is proud to be the "Great Impure" by the side of God the Father.

"Give me all out, don't steal food, these are all sacrifices to the father, these sacrifices are not enough, you go to the surrounding cities, and then secretly catch some back, try not to provoke those human rangers, although their strength is average, but now is the critical moment to summon the father, and you can't make any extraneous branches." Earl Jolson said.

Underneath the place where the rotting corpses were displayed, a wriggling creature appeared like rotten flesh, and tens of thousands of white maggots surged through the rotten flesh, making it look like a beehive.

Then, these rotten flesh gradually condensed and turned into a noble figure.

The ghoul clan, whose strength is from low to strong, are the lowest meows, barons, counts, dukes, grand dukes, and princes......

These figures, the vast majority of them, are ordinary meows, and their strength is about equal to that of a ring of wizards.

Count Jolson can feel that maybe time will be pushed forward for another hundred years, and the strength of his subordinates will be enough to sweep the world.

But with the resurgence of the demon tide, this amount of manpower is completely insufficient.

Even if you leave the church aside.

Recently, it seems that a force has emerged in the world to fight against dark creatures, and has repeatedly ruined the good things of the ghoul clan.

The miracle doctor Watson is very likely to be the person of this hidden force.

The ghouls need the leadership of the Father, otherwise they will not be able to fight against these forces.

And this day is coming soon.

Three days later.

In the valley, the ghouls flocked to the valley, and with them, freshly baked corpses.

These corpses were all displayed in a specific pattern, and in the valley, an eight-pointed star circle composed of corpses was formed.

Count Jolson methodically directed his subordinates.

Ultimately.

The sacrificial circle of the gods had been prepared, and Count Jolson looked excited, and he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

With the Father's leading, they no longer need to hide.

Ghouls stood by Count Jorson's side as they waited until night fell and darkness covered the land.

Count Jolson then placed the ghoul's arm in the center of the sacrificial circle.

These ghouls looked solemn, no different from those who prayed in the church.

Compared to humans, perhaps these monsters will have a purer belief in their own gods.

After all, in most planes they are disgusted rotten monsters except their Father.

Only God the Father, like a true Father, treats every believer equally and tolerantly, without distinction between high and low.

In contrast, the God of the Church of the Holy Light is the false Father.

"You are the source of all evils."

"You are the embodiment of all diseases."

"You are the father of the Great Impure!"

"The ancestor of the great ghouls, the father of the plague, the god of despair and corruption!"

"Come!"

Accompanied by the prayers of all the ghouls.

The dark night was even darker and deeper, and even the stars were dimmed.

It's been a long time.

Prayers were unanswered.

This made Count Jolson hesitate a little.

The other ghouls were also suspicious, but the Count didn't let them stop, and they didn't dare say anything.

Until after praying dozens of times.

The circle didn't react in the slightest.

"Boss, what's going on?" One of the ghoul barons couldn't help but ask.

"Don't ask, keep praying, it should be that we are not religious enough, increase our efforts." Earl Jolson said.

"Okay."

In the valley, time passed minute by minute.

The descent ceremony does not seem to have succeeded.

"Impossible...... My rituals, prayers, and all the steps are strictly in accordance with the Book of Ghouls, which was compiled by the Ghoul Prince himself, who has been consecrated by the Father, and who has been given the title of the Great Impure by the Father, may not be enough sacrifices......"

Count Jolson thought to himself.

Just as he was about to send the ghouls to continue to the nearby territory to kidnap people and come back.

Among the stars overhead, it seemed that one star had turned a pale green.

In the next moment, the Divine Descent Circle shone brightly, and those corpses, flesh, intestines, rotten bones, and all kinds of rotten things began to buzz and tremble.

Then, these things began to coalesce, surging towards the ghost claws of the ghoul prince in the center of the circle.

Not long after, a mountain of Roshan, tens of meters high, began to form in the center.

The rotting intestines burrowed into Roshan's abdomen like earthworms, dense maggots formed Roshan's muscles, miserable white bone spurs protruded in Roshan, a strange long tongue drilled out of Roshan's abdomen, sniffing around like a snake, and Roshan was filled with green miasma that accumulated in the valley.

When the terrifying monster that could not be looked at was finally formed, all the ghouls looked fanatical.

In their eyes, this ugly green mountain of Roshan was so tall and majestic, kind and gentle, that his palms full of oil, fungus, and viruses seemed to touch the infinite void, and even the stars were extinguished in the face of such a corrupting force.

Count Jolson fell to the ground with a thud, as did the other ghouls.

They chanted in unison.

"God the Father is above!"

Roshan's head, blurred facial features, revealed a smiling face like a loving father.

"My dear children, I really, really thank you so much......"

Roshan looked at the starry sky, and his heart was peaceful: "The plague will not be defeated, nor will it be destroyed, Luther, we will see you again......"

……

Black Striped City.

Levi spent half a year here.

In the past six months, Li Wei did not go to the south to fight in the north.

He was just in the Black Stripe City, silently collecting all the knowledge about the ancient holy civilization in the city, digesting and absorbing it.

On the other hand, he was studying the ancient holy law.

He once wanted to try to learn the ancient holy law, but finally gave up.

He always felt that the Ancient Saint Method seemed to be able to give birth to powerful Ancient Saints, but compared to the Knight Breathing Method, it was not perfect.

Therefore, he planned to wait until he collected more ancient holy methods before seeing if he wanted to practice this method.

After a while, Monka's voice rang out outside.

"My lord, I have something important to see." Monka said, his voice hurrying.

"Come in." Levi said lightly.

"What's the matter?"

"The White Scale Tribe of Levin City, and the Swift Tribe of Ite City are heading towards our Black Spot City, and it is said that these two tribes, not long ago, took refuge in the Qingjia Ancient Sage, and now they may have been instructed by the Qingjia Ancient Sage to put pressure on me......"

After Levi listened, information about the two tribes flashed through his mind.

The White Scale Tribe, the Swift Tribe, is within a radius of 10,000 miles, except for the Black Spot Tribe, the two largest tribes also have ancient snake-level powerhouses.

Since Monka led the tribe into Spotted City, the parties have been fighting for many years over territorial issues, but there has been no result.

Originally, Levi wanted to wait for his time to take Monka to destroy these tribes, integrate them, and form a powerful army, so as to confront the ancient saints in the future.

It's just that he's too busy researching to take care of it.

Unexpectedly, now the other party has come to the door.

"Prepare to fight, I will fight as a general under your command, and don't reveal my true strength for the time being." Levi said, his face calm.

"Okay, it's up to the adults." During this time, Levi was always at Monka's mansion with Kane, discussing the unification of the Ancient Holy Empire.

At first, Meng Ka felt that Lord Gu Sheng was joking, but later, he found out that the other party was actually serious......

This nameless Ancient Saint powerhouse really wanted to unify the Ancient Saint Empire and complete this feat that no one had ever completed since the original Ancient Saint.

……

Outside the city of Black Spot.

Munka rode a rhinoceros-like beast, and her cold lizard pupils looked at the dark army ahead.

Beside Monka, a salamander in armor and red scales also rode a giant beast, his face indifferent.

"Mengka, Swift Patriarch and I are here today on the orders of the Qingjia Ancient Sage, the three of us have been fighting for many years, they are comparable, there is no victory or defeat, there is no point in going on like this. The Qingjia Ancient Saint has already set his sights on our territory, listen to my advice, surrender. This world, after all, will be divided by the ancient saints, and under the ancient saints, there are all ants. The White Scale Patriarch said.

"White Scale, your clan has also produced ancient saints in the history of the past, and you are so willing to condescend to others? Do you want to be a dog? Even though I, Monka, are defeated by the Ancient Sage, I would rather die in battle than lead my subordinates to surrender. Monka said very stiffly.

Who let him have a hidden ancient saint powerhouse by his side?

Otherwise, a person like Meng Ka, who knows the times, would have surrendered a long time ago.

"Monka, with the strength of your clan, how can we be the opponent of the combined forces of our two clans? Stop struggling meaninglessly, surrender quickly! The Swift Patriarch urged.

"Don't talk nonsense, you guys go up together, let me use endless scorching power to roast you dry!" Monka said fearlessly.

On the city wall, Kane, the old lizard, one of the commanders of the Monka army, looked nervous.

"In this battle, I'm afraid that there will be more than one bad luck, how can Meng Ka alone be the opponent of the two ancient snake-level powerhouses...... Hey, that salamander kid, why did he run to the battlefield, isn't this nonsense? ”

During this time, Levi dealt with Kane as a seeker of knowledge, and his attitude was very gentle and modest, completely different from the arrogant and domineering temperament of the salamanders.

Kane had a preconceived idea that Levi was also a cultural person like himself.

Who would have thought that this kid would actually follow the city lord of Mengka and go to the battlefield quietly.

"In that case, there's nothing more to say, chance, we've already given you." The White-Scale Patriarch sneered.

"If it's late, things will change, take this black-streaked city as soon as possible, and go back to restore your life." After the Swift Patriarch finished speaking, he led the army of lizards under his command and charged towards the battlefield.

The Swift Lizard clan was born with a very fast speed, and the Swift Patriarch even practiced the "Splitting the Sky Ancient Holy Method", he instantly turned into an afterimage, holding a long sword in his hand, and the sword light tore through the battlefield and went straight into it with a single sword!

"Hahaha, cool!" The Swift Patriarch laughed and had a lot of fun.

On the other side, Monka was already fighting with the Whitescale Patriarch, one black and one white, fighting on the battlefield, and no lizardmen around dared to approach.

"This is the power of the ancient snake powerhouse, although it is far inferior to the ancient saint, but among these ordinary lizard armies, it is still no problem to kill three in and three out." Kane had seen the battles of the Ancient Saint level, so he was not very surprised by such a small fight.

The swift patriarch slashed a black-striped clan to death with his sword, and suddenly, he found that in the army, there seemed to be a strong salamander in armor, fighting in his own military formation.

"Look for death!"

The Swift Patriarch slammed into the battlefield, he was too fast for most attacks to fall on him.

"Sky Slash!"

He used his ancient holy method to study this invincible slash!

The gorgeous sword light blasted out a way, unstoppable.

But in front of the salamander powerhouse, he was slashed by his sword.

"Interesting, you can take my sword, I didn't expect that Mengka actually invited an ancient snake-level powerhouse." The power of the Sky Splitting erupted, and the figure of the Swift Patriarch suddenly disappeared.

Levi rode the beast and calmly watched as the swift patriarch swirled around him like a phantom, trying to confuse himself in this way.

"Bells and whistles!"

A tidal wave of splitting slashes surged towards Levi.

Bang, bang, bang.

Levi did not crush it directly, but confronted the other party with the strength of the ancient snake level.

At this moment, the heart of the Swift Patriarch has changed from self-confidence at the beginning to unself-confidence.

"It's so strong, it can actually be compared to my power of splitting the sky, is the ancient holy law of the salamander clan still good at speed?" The Swift Patriarch doubted life in his heart.

In the end, Levi didn't have anything to do.

The Swift Patriarch was panting, spitting out snake letters, and his body was trembling from the loss of strength.

He knew that he was not the opponent of this salamander powerhouse, and even if the other party was not an ancient saint, it was not much worse.

He began to retreat quickly, turning into an afterimage, trying to escape under Levi's nose.

Levi held the sorrow of the frost after reforging, pointed his sword at the sky, and the power of annihilation erupted!

As soon as the sword came out, the army of the Swift Clan in front of him began to appear an annihilation crack.

All the lizardmen on the trail of the Gray Annihilation Sword Light are all dead!

"Don't run!"

Levi pulled out the Blood Feather Bow, and a Blood Forbidden Cone appeared on it.

He easily pulled out the third-level blood weapon, the bow was like a full moon, and the arrow was like a meteor.

He is like a real ancient warrior, with one arrow!

The swift patriarch who had fled as a phantom in front of him snorted, and the blood forbidden cone pierced through his body, causing him pain.

Then, one by one, the blood forbidden cones were all smashed into the body of the Swift Patriarch.

Eventually, he fell to his knees, looking ahead, his eyes glazed over, and he was already out of breath!

Seeing the tribal leader suddenly killed, the other Swift warriors were shocked in their hearts, and for a moment, they didn't know what to do.

The Whitescale Patriarch also noticed that something was wrong.

"Dead? How can it be? This black-veined tribe, who can kill the swift patriarch who is known for his speed and physical skills? ”

The next moment, a blood-colored figure had already rushed to the front of the battlefield, and together with Meng Ka, he was beating the white-scaled patriarch!

"Surrender, Whitescale, look at your men, they're all terrified......" Monka exclaimed.

"Impossible! I ......"

Before the White Scale Patriarch's words were finished, he was already blasted away by Levi's punch, smashing into the ground, and the earth cracked.

"White Flame!!"

The angry white-scaled patriarch erupted with white flames all around him, which was the embodiment of the [Phosphorus Fire Power] in his burning body!

If he surrenders, then what will greet him will be the revenge of the Qingjia Ancient Saint, which is the real despair.

"If you can't see the situation clearly, then die!" Monka's scorching slash engulfed the heat waves, tangled with the white scales that were bubbling with white flames.

Levi did not continue to fight, but silently returned to the formation and watched the play alone.

"Now the strength I have shown is almost the same, a relatively strong Salamander Clan Ancient Snake level powerhouse...... No matter how strong it is, a new ancient saint will be born, and I am afraid that other ancient saints will come to watch. ”

You know, it's been a long time since the Creeper civilization gave birth to a new Ancient Saint. Every time a new Ancient Saint appears, it is an absolutely big event, and it will soon spread throughout the entire Ancient Saint Empire.

Levi still wanted to develop for a while longer, and wait for his Red Emperor Dragon Breathing Method or Scarlet Dragon Breathing Method to be at the fourteenth level before starting to break out.

In the end, the white-scaled patriarch who would rather die was beheaded by Mengka, who was covered in white smoke and panting, and the head of the white-scaled patriarch was held high by him.

"All the Whitescales, the Swift Clan! Surrender all! Otherwise, there will be no mercy! ”

Meng Ka said loudly, he was like a killing god, his vertical pupils exuded killing intent, and the majesty of the ancient snake-level powerhouse swept across the battlefield.

Those ordinary warriors of the White Scale Clan and the Swift Clan finally put down their weapons one after another......

Meng Ka looked at all this with satisfaction, he never thought that one day, he would be able to take the head of the White Scale Patriarch with his own hands.

"Perhaps, the great dream of unification...... It's not a fantasy, he's really achieving this goal little by little. ”

At this moment, the blood that had been silent in Mengka's body for a long time was also ignited again.

He looked at the rear of the battlefield, where the adult had ridden the beast and slowly left on his own.

"With the help of adults, I, Monka, will be able to dominate the frontier of this empire in less than ten years, and when my ancient holy law goes further, I and the two ancient saints may join forces, and it may be enough to sweep the empire......" Mengka imagined the future.

The most terrifying thing about that adult is that he has never shown his full strength until now, and he only used one move against himself, but where is his upper limit? Monka is not clear.

Of course, it must not be stronger than the few ancient saints in the front, otherwise the adults would not have to hide in this place and keep a low profile.

Meng Ka even felt that the adult might be a close relative of the Ancient Saint who was hidden by the snow of the Burning Sky Ancient Saint, but because of some problems, he turned against each other and finally went incognito, trying to take revenge.

……

Following.

Levi sat in his study, studying the ancient holy methods he had obtained from the White Scale Clan and the Swift Clan.

The White Scale Clan's is called the [Phosphorus Fire Ancient Sacred Method], and the Swift Clan's is the [Splitting Sky Ancient Sacred Method].

The former needs to devour the flesh and blood of an underground beast called [Phosphorus Fire Beast] for a long time, while the latter requires [Sky Splitting Worm].

These two fierce beasts, both extremely ancient and difficult to hunt, are also descendants of the bloodline of ancient beasts.

Levi guessed that the bloodline of the phosphorus fire beast should eventually be traced back to the underground king Morbius, one of the four ancient kings, and the Sky Splitting Worm was most likely the Sky King Othello.

"All the ancient holy laws of this Ancient Saint Empire are actually pretty much the same. In the final analysis, they all rely on the fierce beasts that have inherited the bloodlines of the four ancient kings to cultivate, and by devouring these ancient bloodlines, let these lizardmen continue to return to their ancestors, and finally transform into ancient saints at the level of ancient beasts, which is the limit. But obviously, the four ancient kings are far stronger than the ancient saints, and they are very likely to be comparable to the Yuan Soul Wizard, or even the Great Wizard......

The Dark Lantern Dragon, it seems to represent the flames, could it be the underground king Mobius?

The Emerald Dragon, known for its speed and poisonous, could be the Sky King Othello?

Of course, it is also possible that in addition to these four ancient kings, there are other dragons who have been here. My guess may not be true, and when the Monka sends someone to retrieve the Sky Splitting Worm and the Scale Fire Beast for me, and test the bloodline, I will know. ”

……

Rocky Prairie.

This is a place very far away from the Black Striped City, and on the prairie, there is a cyan giant city.

This is Qingjia City.

This city is the largest city in the western part of the Ancient Holy Empire.

Compared with the Black Stripe City, Qingjia City is more magnificent and majestic.

This is the city of the Qingjia Ancient Sage, a hundred years ago, the Qingjia Ancient Sage was sanctified here, and then became the twelfth ancient sage.

The ranking of the Ancient Saints of the Ancient Saint Empire is a comprehensive ranking of the people according to the strength of the tribe led by each Ancient Saint, as well as the results of their attacks.

Although the Qingjia Ancient Saint is ranked twelfth, he is still very young, and now he is only more than two hundred years old, and there is still a lot of room for improvement in the future.

And on the throne of the City Lord's Mansion, a lizard man covered in green scales was pretending to sleep at the moment, and the ministers below were all standing silently, not daring to squeak.

Until a creeper messenger of the Winged Hand Clan suddenly flew to the main hall, and then crawled there, trembling and saying, "Lord Ancient Sage, there is a battle report ahead, the White Scale Clan and the Swift Clan...... Defeated and surrendered. ”

The Qingjia Ancient Sage, who was pretending to sleep, opened his sharp eyes, and then asked softly, "What about the two patriarchs?" ”

"All of them died in battle."

"Hehe, they are smart, they know that the consequences of surrender are worse than death, so they chose to die in battle, two ancient snake levels, can't they take a black striped city?"

"My lord, it is said that ...... The city lord of Black-streaked City came with a strong man of the salamander clan beside him, and it seemed that he was also an ancient snake-level strength. ”

"I see, in this case, everyone in the audience, is anyone willing to go to Black Stripe City on behalf of the Holy Saint?"

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