"The army of Sbuchi and the orc clan has been dragged for a long time?!" Sissell looked at Biante in front of him, before he swore that there were still his people in the imperial capital, and he could drag Sbuchi for at least half a month, but now it was only delayed for half a day, what is the difference between it and normal support.

Pan Muminda has Puli in charge, Brin commands, and the numerical superiority of the elite troops of the Western Army is simply not enough to shake the Imperial Army, and even begins to be countered little by little.

I thought that the victory was in hand, so I transferred Root back to prepare for a decisive battle, but now that the Western Army is beginning to show signs of defeat, the Orc Clan will not work so hard, in the final analysis, the two sides are just a cooperative relationship, if Pan Mumingda Here the Western Army fails, the Orc Clan will not be able to capture the imperial capital, and Root, who symbolizes the sincere cooperation between the two sides, has been transferred back, and it is impossible for the Western Army to put pressure on the Imperial Capital from the Orc Clan.

Fighting on the Eastern Front, if they don't evacuate early, they won't be able to leave any of them if there is a problem with the Western Army.

Needless to say, Fang Zheng Pan Muminda has no result here, there will be no result there, fortunately, I heard that Chris's wife is now gone, and his will is depressed, and if he is sent to support, it will undoubtedly be worse.

Siselt is now more concerned about the Bright Demon Guard, where the hell has gone, and he cares no less than Brint's curiosity about the movements of the Assebu Dead Army.

Ubis also began to retire under the city, and Siselt cleared his allies, and at that time it was also a coercion and a lure, and at a critical time, it was unreliable.

The Holy Bishop was originally the most concerned with his own interests, and they also received orders from the higher levels to support them, but now the most capable Sterry is still recovering, and his plan to promote himself has also failed, and the passive situation is forming step by step.

As long as Pooley is in the day, he has to face up to his existence.

He also thought about whether he could let the people lurking in the Imperial Army carry out the assassination, but this was his last hole card, and if he didn't succeed, he wouldn't have any chance of winning, so he kept holding it down now.

"Get out of here! What is unreliable can only be relied on by myself" Siselt knocked on the table, and the space magic directly crushed him into powder.

Everyone was silent and retreated one by one.

Byant was still sitting.

"What are you still doing? I tell you, it's better not to provoke me when Lao Tzu is upset, or you will kill Lao Tzu, the head of the Holy Bishop!" Sisselt pointed at Biante and scolded, so far, this man has not been able to help anything, and all he has brought is bad news.

Biant smiled and stood up: "The president is handsome and mighty, but you will definitely want to hear what I am going to do next"

A crack appeared in the space above Siselt's head, and a silver staff came out of it, like a spear, facing Biant, Siselt raised his head and looked at him: "Give you three seconds, you sell it again, you see if I can kill you"

Biante raised his hands, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his expression was as natural as possible: "Don't be angry, the news I brought is that our bishop has found a way to quickly recover his ability, the fastest, half a month in advance."

Siselt's eyes lit up, according to the distance calculation, Sbuqi and their team are about to arrive, whether they can defend him for the next twenty days is really bottomless, but if they only need to hold for five days, it is completely fine.

"How?"

"Soul Transfer," Biant said.

Siselt looked at him, this magic was the first time he had heard of it, Biant smiled, and slowly stretched out his hand to press down Siselt's silver staff: "The last time I fought against the immortal Vulcan, most of the injuries suffered by the bishop came from the body, his soul was not traumatized, only a nine-star body was needed, the bishop recovered a little, and within five days, he would definitely be able to return to the peak"

Siselt was not happy, he looked at Piant, and suddenly, he looked up to the sky and laughed.

Biant was stunned for a moment, and he looked at Sisselt: "Is there anything funny about what I said?"

Siselt's gaze was cold, the space around him shattered, and a large amount of space debris suddenly surrounded Biant.

"What are you doing!" said Biante, exasperated.

Siselt walked towards him slowly: "I don't know what I'm going to do, right, it's okay, I'll tell you!" Siselt's eyes were fierce, his expression was hideous, and all the space debris rushed towards Biante, Siselt was going to kill him!

"Stop!" the old voice came out of Biante's mouth, Biante's eyes were dark, and his whole body was surrounded by black qi, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he blocked all the space debris.

"That's where I laugh," Siselt sat back in his seat, looking at "Biante" in front of him with interest.

"How did you find me?" said Biante.

"I didn't find you, I just think you're playing me like a fool, I want to teach you a lesson, I know, you're not going to let him die, Master Stree" Sissell looked at him, and now, it was Sterry who possessed Biant.

"Biante" was silent.

Siselt smiled: "Don't you say it, as far as I'm concerned, I'm afraid your soul transformation technique is not just as simple as recovery, I've heard before, you have lived for more than two hundred years, this is not a normal person can survive at all, even if it is a wooden word, it does not have such a long lifespan, I guess, you are the soul transformation technique at all"

"Biant" still didn't speak, he looked at Siselt.

"You've long run out of oil, you need a new carrier, you can help me, it's all about talent and everything, that's what the Pope wants, and you just want a body that cultivates dark magic to help you regain your life, right" Sissell looked at "Biante", his eyes were extremely sharp.

"I'm strange, that day, you can go, you know that you can't beat the immortal Vulcan, but you just forcibly moved with him, these days I have been thinking about this reason, today, you personally came to wake me up, you actually want to create a false impression that you are a war sacrifice, and then make me feel that I can't compete with the empire, and then, throw me another hope, after a few days, when our army has failed again and again, I start to be anxious, and when I start to despair, you throw out a greater hope, so that I will meet your requirementsThe more Siselt spoke, the more excited he became, but there was no expression on Biante's face, "It's a good plan, Lord Bishop."

"These are your thoughts, if Misapwan hadn't come that day, I would have been able to kill the Imperial Army ......directly," said Biante.

"Yes, because your body can last for a while, and when I see that you have helped us take down Pan Muminda, I will naturally worship you well, and when you arrive in the imperial capital, you will fight with Misapwan again, and then, the script will remain the same! His arrival only makes you advance your plan! You are in a hurry! Because you know that Misapwan can only make one move! This time you fail! It's hard for you to act out the scene of being beaten to death! I said, right!" Siselt became more and more excited, he stood up and rushed to "Biante" In front of him, his face was about to come to the face of "Biante".

"Hahaha, you treat me like a monkey, have you been a Siselt for nothing all these years!" Siselt's eyes were bloodshot, like a demon about to go crazy, and his silver staff pointed at "Biante".

"He also picked up his body, walked back to the hall when we were at a loss, pretended to be only seriously injured, and then went to live in the body of Biante, the bishop is not only proficient in theology, but also good at scheming" Sisert looked at "Biante".

"But if you don't help me, you won't be able to take Decchmore, and if Misapwan fights to the death, he can stop your army alone," said "Biante", who did not panic even if he did not expose it, because he knew that Siselt could not do without him.

"Hahaha, this is also the second place where I laugh, you are in such a hurry, even if you don't hesitate to show flaws, it is because, you know, the transaction between us is unequal, I can't live without you, but you can directly turn to the Pope in the end, but you can't have such a good body in a hurry" Sisert looked at him, and he slowly collected the space debris.

"Hmph" "Biant" stood up straight, and he didn't dare to make a move for Siselt.

Burst!

"You... What are you doing!" "Biante" stared at Siselt with wide eyes, his silver staff passing through his lower abdomen.

"I'll give you three seconds, think about the conditions, or I can lie dormant for another ten years" Siselt pulled out his silver staff and took out the handkerchief on his right chest to wipe his hands, and he would change into his favorite pure white suit during the meeting, and now, stained by Biante's blood.

"My shot didn't count before, I can shoot for you three times for free" "Biante" said while holding his lower abdomen, he could feel that the soul in his body that really belonged to Biante was getting weaker a little bit.

"Old thing, you really don't want to pay at all, you're too greedy," Sisselt sat in his seat and took a sip of black tea.

"Then you say, what do you want!" said Biante, gritting his teeth, he hadn't been so coerced for a long time, but now, his life was in Siselt's hands.

"The previous contract is canceled, you can do it in Biante's body, don't play tricks anymore, re-sign the contract, your soul will sign it with me personally, you can catch it yourself, help me three times, the previous one doesn't count" Siselt said.

“...... Okay" "Biante" The anger in his eyes was afraid that it would turn into flames and shoot out.

"Also, when it's done, I'm going to turn my soul," Siselt added.

"This is impossible, this is one of the strongest mysteries that this Sect has spent thousands of years constantly developing, and it is impossible to hand it over to you directly" Biant glared at him angrily.

"I didn't discuss it with you, your life, for so much, you think your life is not worth it, I think it's worth it, hahahahaha" Siselt's laughter echoed across the hall.

“....... I want a nine-star body with potential" "Biant" couldn't help but struggle, looked at Sisert and said.

"Yes, we are allies, it's my pleasure"

"I want Ed!" "Biante" said directly, this is the person he has been looking for for a long time to decide.

"What?" Siselt's eyes froze, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "Reedman can't do it......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted: "No, that guy is not far from death, not to mention that his own magic attainments have come to an end, and he can't make any more progress, even if he bears my original magic energy strength, he can't do it"

Siselt looked at him, pondered for a long time, and without a response, "Biante" was going to bleed to death.

The door suddenly opened, and "I can" came a cold, emotionless male voice.

A new chapter is presented, I hope you like it.