In the gray-toned hallway, a single eye drawn by lines opened out of the void and stared indifferently at Epram Crell.

Although he couldn't see the Eye of Horus, as a scholar with a high level of perception, Ephram Crell immediately noticed that there was an extra pair of eyes staring at him.

Unlike the malicious gaze just now, the new gaze was full of indifference.

Is it His Highness's gaze on me......? Suddenly, Efram Krell shuddered and squeezed out a smile when he thought of his blasphemous remarks just now,

"Your Highness, I beg your pardon for my offense. ”

If it weren't for the fate that you had towards me, I would have wanted to stab you to death with Kungunir...... Jiang Hao's gaze moved upward, and the camouflage of the Gray Castle was rapidly fading, revealing countless wriggling, disgusting pieces of flesh.

Ephram Krell stepped on the flesh, yellow slime stained his boots, dense tentacles and dense eyes staring at him, but he didn't realize it.

The Grey Keep has turned out to be like this, the God of Knowledge is really wrong, an ancient and powerful god will suddenly fall, is there something wrong in the extraterritorial void? No, it shouldn't be the extraterritorial void, if something happens in the extraterritorial void, the gods will not be ignorant of it.

Jiang Hao stared at these disgusting tentacles, but these disgusting tentacles didn't seem to have discovered the Eye of Horus.

These tentacles don't seem to have a high level of perception, and if they do, they should be aware of my gaze...... But that was put aside, and Efram Crell should be taken out of the Grey Keep first.

He took out the wheel of fortune and began to weave it.

“...... Efram Krell felt the gaze of a being, and he knew it was the gaze of a being, and he was so confident that he began to flee from the Grey Keep. ”

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Hao tried to weave it again.

“...... Efram Krell had good luck today. ”

Try to see if the Wheel of Fortune can turn luck and bad luck...... However, luck seems to be the authority of the goddess of luck, and rashly playing with luck may attract the attention of the highness.

After thinking about it, Jiang Hao crossed out the sentence 'Epram Crel was lucky today', there was no need to attract the attention of a god for an attempt.

“...... Affected by the battle, the great evil lurking in the Grey Keep has set its sights on Fergres, ignoring Epram Crell. ”

“...... Affected by the battle, the guards in charge of guarding the Grey Keep focused on Velgras, ignoring Epram Krell. ”

Jiang Hao quickly weaved fate.

The spinning wheel of fate creaked and turned.

Efram Crell in the corridor ran quickly after realizing that there was no divine punishment coming, and after saying the phrase "Thank you for your forgiveness, I will surely offer a rich sacrifice."

Under the gaze of the gods, he had the confidence to escape from the Grey Keep.

Affram Krell ran down the corridor, through the library, quickly turned to a closer road, and ran.

The guards who were supposed to patrol the corridors in the past all disappeared inexplicably, and he was unimpeded all the way.

"Is this the power of the gods? It's terrifying....... Epram Crell whispered in his heart as he ran.

The Grey Keep is heavily guarded, and each guard is trained to have a high level of awareness, and they tend to spot lurkers quickly.

In the entire history of the Grey Keep, no one has been able to infiltrate the Grey Keep and steal its books, not even the Lich and Ghost who are adept at deceiving perceptions.

But under the gaze of a god, he was able to easily avoid the guards of the Grey Keep, as if the guards did not exist at all.

And the gaze that has always been full of malice seems to have disappeared, and this is also because of His Highness's gaze!

To be able to do this in the Gray Castle of the Kingdom of God on the earth of my lord, the level of the gods of His Highness is quite high, at least it is an existence of the same level as my lord.

Ephram Krell thought, whispering as he ran, "Praise be to the Great Highness." ”

That's too obvious, isn't it...... Jiang Hao listened to his words of praise and smiled faintly, he looked away and looked farther away.

In his sight, two figures with outstretched wings appeared.

One of the figures was unusually familiar to him.

Rhythm master Folgrais, who else is it?

Apparently he was a demigod of the Church of the Dawn...... Among the three demigods of the Church of the Dawn, the light of the worlds, Neta Saboun, has fallen, and Pope Ben Joseph needs to sit at the headquarters of the Church of the Dawn and cannot leave easily, then he should be the heresy Inquisitor Wilmot.

I didn't expect that the fate of Fergrace would involve the demigods of the Church of the Dawn, and fate is really fickle.

Noticing someone peeping, Fergres and Wilmot's faces sank at the same time.

"There are also powerhouses of the Knowledge Church who have cast their eyes on them, at least they are also legendary-level professionals, so it will be too bad for us to drag it out like this. ”

In the battle, Fergres took it for granted that the newly projected gaze was a powerhouse of the Knowledge Church, "Lord Wilmot, please go all out, and I will cover you." ”

"Hmm. ”

As he whispered, Fulgres opened his arms, and the white feathers fell off and fluttered, shining brightly.

"Word Spirit: Protection!"

In the light, two pairs of huge wings quickly incorporated Fulgres and Wilmot into his wings, and Archbishop Barneys, dressed in classical black robes, opened the pages in his hand, and lightning, fireballs, frost, meteorites and other magic did not need money to be sent out in an instant, and they bombarded the wings one after another.

Behind him, tentacles intertwined, the tips of which revealed a large, bloodshot eye.

Eyes fixed on them.

Negative states such as illusions, madness, poisoning, hypnosis, paralysis, immobilization, and domination are overwhelmingly blessed with Folgres and Wilmot.

The wings that sheltered them quickly disappeared transparently.

At the same time, Wilmot shot with all his might,

"Arbitration!"

Bright, piercing light blasted out from Wilmot's fist, punch after punch, punch after punch, instantly overwhelming Archbishop Barneys and the huge eyes behind him.

In the next moment, countless tentacles stretched out from the ceiling, the ground, and the walls, enveloping the two pairs of thin and transparent wings with Fulgres and Wilmot under the wings.

The roots of the tentacles opened their mouthparts full of sharp teeth, and they bit the transparent wings, biting off the wings in one bite, and the raging tentacles immediately poured in.

"Praise be to you, Amenito, the great Lord of the Dawn, who is the Lord of the Dawn and the ...... of the origin of radiance. ”

"God descends!"