The Raven Female Guard was startled when she heard four ghosts gathering in the shadows. Ouyang Dao slowly stuffed the potion into Beifeng's neck, watching the green potion flow into his veins. The souls of the dead will also attack everywhere. They can control tentacles, or giant carapaces, each with more power than the elites.

Knock! The female crow hurriedly dodged a blow, breaking the dirt behind her and leaving a crack in the ground. The mummy swung the pliers and swung the bandage again, and the beetle-shaped pliers moved slowly and steadily in the air.

Two yellowish bandages cut through the air, the rotting edges as sharp as knives, and the she-crow guard didn't realize that his trench coat, carved with a magic array, had been shattered by a thud.

Not far away, another mummy came up and wrestled with her. It is the body of a dead man, but its dexterity is unmatched by any living person. At first, she can fight him back and forth with a knife, but as time goes on, the mummy's fighting skills become more terrifying. Three minutes ago, the women were tied with him, even with long knives, and now, after three minutes, the women had to fight so as not to be killed.

Under siege by four mummies, the life guarded by the female crow is like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. Ouyang Dao continued to observe the number of Beifeng, this was a middle-aged man with medium strength, since the injection of green blood, he was as silent as a corpse.

"You're not poisoned, are you? Aren't elite professionals that bad?" Ouyang Dao whispered, this attitude made the crow behind him look desperate. She was too far away from Ouyang Dao. "I must correct this mistake," the woman said with a determined look in her eyes, and she pulled out a black potion from her trench coat, which only required a simple injection and propulsion device, which allowed a person with no medical knowledge to inject the medicine into their bloodstream. The female crow leaps backwards and turns, her long knife slashing through a powerful but slow cross, and the war mum glides effortlessly through it.

All the Guardian needed was to dodge, and before the battle mmy returned, she threw the potion directly into her heart.

Knock knock knock. After the injection, the girl's heartbeat was abnormal. Black medicine flowed through her bloodstream. The female crow guard let out a strange call, not like a human. She roared as if she had lost her mind, white hair growing from every part of her body, and energy gushing out like madness around her, turning the female guardian into a furry monster.

Once again, the deceased stepped forward, the bones of the fist had enough strength to compete with the master, and the body of the elite burst out with the master's power, regardless of the angle, speed or strength, this punch can be said to be the pinnacle of gladiators. But the gray-haired behemoth didn't flinch, and a blow from his thick coat only kicked up a little dust and a few ripples.

The spirit of the gladiator was not surprised by this mood, it moved slightly, and the palm trees rose like a mountain, giving a fierce blow in the form of a jab.

The blow brushed through the white fur and pierced the female raven as if it were a slimy movie, pushing away the Grim Reaper's attack. With a missed blow, the gladiator prepared to retreat, but as he retreated, two pale pink claws grabbed him from left to right.

With a roar, the undead in battle were torn in half, the yellow shroud covered with red flesh, and nothing else. With a flick of the white-haired monster's hand, the corpses of the two halves of the fighting ghost were tossed to the sides of the hall, sliding to the ground with the dust that shook off. Ouyang Dao was a little surprised to see the white-haired monster, this creature had moved away from humans and entered the range of the monster, according to the distance rules that had been followed since ancient times, the potion that the Crow Guardian had just injected might contain a little sacred residue.

This was the first time that Ouyang Dao had been so close to the creation of the gods, and the mutated animals that had appeared in the rose bushes before were at best moved by the blood of the gods, which were very different from the creatures of the power and order of the gods. The female Raven Guard can only absorb a microgram of sacred substance at most, otherwise she would not have turned into a 10-meter-tall beast, but a mysterious and powerful creature. This highly mysterious creature may be able to tell at a glance that the professionals are out of control, but this female crow turned beast is not so polluting to the environment.

"Man prays to God, God has given man a change, he has given to the beast," Ouyang Dao said, with the corners of his mouth tilted slightly.

"Catch it," Ouyang Dao ordered in his heart, then turned around, looked at the green blood swimming from Count North Wind's body, and took out his sharp scalpel and pliers. Behind him, the white-haired behemoth roared and woke up, rushing forward on all fours, its sharp pink claws only a millimeter from Ouyang Dao's neck. But this millimeter can't go any further.

Behind her, in the sky, all around, a horde of yellowish mummies, threw bandages at each joint of the huge white beast. It was the sound of the claws of the gray-haired behemoth rubbing against the floor, and the end of the deal was the downfall of the gray-haired behemoth. In front of him, Ouyang Dao skillfully manipulated the scalpel and clamps, and behind him, a group of dead corpses were smiling at it, they were bloodthirsty.

Oh! When the gray-haired beast roared back, he bent his back into a ball, trying to clear his way with his massive body, but as he did, the force on the bandage suddenly increased. As the white-haired behemoth tried to curl up, the mummy jerked on the bandage, muscles and bones making a sour sound, and he was sucked in a word in the pained roar of the white-haired behemoth. Layer after layer of bandages wrap around it, and when the bandage wound heals, the mummy jumps on it, reinforced with an indescribable kernel.

When Ouyang Dao dealt with Earl Beifeng, there was only a bandaged cocoon left in the main hall. Ouyang Dao stared at the white, puppet-like cocoon for a moment, and then took a step forward with the scalpel, the blade was still a few inches away, and the bandage cut by itself. There was nothing in the crack, it was pitch black, but just as Ouyang Dao was staring, a drop of thick liquid flowed down and landed on the blade of the scalpel. Ouyang Dao stared at the colorless liquid.

Ouyang Dao imagined that the crow had divine water in his hand, which god did it come from?Maybe it was an unknown evil god, maybe it was the Black Moon Goddess who had mastered the realm of moonlight and orcs, maybe an ancient evil had completely disappeared. But from this solid-colored liquid, Ouyang Dao was amazed to feel the breath of the god of light, and felt the basis of the message of light and the sun as the world's largest religious god.

The discovery is simply incredible, the Lord of Light has his own powers, his propaganda is a positive image, and the holy warriors in the church are also strictly observant of justice. But the information cannot be faked. Ouyang Dao was a little surprised at first, but then he was at a loss and couldn't describe it in words.

The Lord of Light is also the Lord of Evil.

Ouyang Daolang's digestion of this news, he couldn't describe the news panic at that time in words. The definition of an evil god is defined by humans themselves, but in any case, the power that turns people into beasts does not seem to belong to a good god. Ouyang Dao almost panicked and put the water droplets into the body of the Earl of the North Wind. The power of the fluid is not strong, and the wound heals well after Ouyang Dao's major surgery.

The pure color liquid is organically combined with the green solution, and the north wind counts the strength of the fluctuation up and down. Ouyang Dao stood from a distance and watched. Behind him, huge cocoons made up of light yellow bandages began to crack, and the mummies appeared one by one, standing neatly behind Ouyang Dao, as if they were a pair of devotees watching. Finally, the female crow guards were also separated, and they lay on the ground, almost a corpse if it weren't for the beating and wheezing of their hearts.

Ouyang Dao looked back at her, flesh and blood flying in front of his eyes, a crow that had lost its human roots, and now turned into a huge monster by the slightest pollution. Ouyang Dao took out a bottle of blood from his arms and knocked it on the female crow. He didn't know why he did it, and it wasn't what he intended.

But now Ouyang Dao only had one thought: that girl was destined to become a monster, why not grow up under his leadership? Ouyang Dao didn't notice the change in the girl, which was almost predictable, but Ouyang Dao was surprised by the change in Count North Wind. There is no conflict between the green blood extracted from the dead and the solid-colored liquid extracted from the light.

The Earl's changes became orderly and steady, but in Ouyang Dao's expectant gaze, he did not become an angel with wings in traditional mythology. There is no real connection between angels and God, and the growth of wings is not a necessary step in evolution.

Ouyang Dao recorded it indifferently, and in front of him, the map of counting the north wind turned into a three-meter-tall giant, wrapped in the heat wave of the storm and the light of the jump, and the whole person was like a glittering and exquisite sculpture. The power of the god of light completely overwhelms the green solution, but the green solution also breaks the camouflage of the solid color water droplets, making them show their most basic appearance.

At this moment, Ouyang Dao was powerless, this was not in Ouyang Dao's control. The mummy climbed the stone steps and returned to the Golden Rose, and Ouyang Dao summoned a technological bomb on the wall.

This is one of the most basic spells in alchemy, and the power it generates is unlikely to harm the already mysterious number of north winds, but it can stimulate him and expand this underground space. Ouyang Dao exited the hall, followed by a crow dressed in a nun's suit. At this time, the Golden Rose has become a battlefield of blood and fire, and the undead take pleasure in killing the living, and their hatred of humanity is deeply engraved in the marrow. After losing control of Ouyang Dao, the deceased continued their operations... Killing humans. Before today, Director Ouyang couldn't directly see the flesh and blood that surrounded him.

Just because he doesn't care how many people he loses doesn't mean he wants to enjoy the feast. But today, the living Ouyang Dao's mood was very flat. It's a world of despair. Anyone can make a decision.

Realizing this, Ouyang Dao laughed, and then he flew off the roof, felt it when he left, and shouted loudly, "There is danger underground, call the church immediately!" Ouyang Dao was gone, and the professionals who rushed to the rescue saw the speed at which he left and slowed down.

Ouyang Dao didn't suppress his power when he left, and the speed with which he was already legendary made his remarks even more threatening. How can a legend be called dangerous and not feared?At this moment, deep underground, Ouyang Dao's bomb exploded, its flames shattering the Golden Rose Land and waking up the sleeping Earl of the North Wind.

In an instant, the sun rose in golden roses. In the old church, a black-clad priest is preaching loudly in an empty church, as if in rehearsal for tomorrow. However, the moment the sun rose, the golden light in his pupils flashed, and then slowly extinguished......

In the deepest part of the guild, an old woman fell asleep under a bright lamp. There was a pile of documents waiting to be approved on the table in front of her, but the accumulated dust showed how long it had been shelved. When the sun rose, the old woman awoke, and on the vault behind her, there were countless miracles, and there was no wind, as if it had been shaken by an earthquake.

The old woman's face left the bottom of the stack of papers solemnly, and the pages of the application turned yellow as time passed.

Click.

Three stamps were stamped on the document, and the approval document looked as red as blood. While all this is happening, the Presbyterian Church, the supreme authority of this kingdom, has sent the best Raven Guard to the Golden Rose to suppress it, without knowing what they are going through......

At that time, Alfonso, who was revising the rules of the academy, raised his head and pondered for a moment, and began to look for Ouyang Dao, watching Ouyang Dao silently shake his head and train his subordinates with dragon blood.

Alfonso stood up from behind his desk and walked back and forth around the little dean's room. After I don't know how many times, he sat down at his desk again and continued to revise some of the outdated school rules. These loopholes in the school rules could affect the normal functioning of the college, and Alfonso carefully changed them.

As for the rising sun in the Golden Rose, what is it? Have I seen Alfonso?