Outside the city of Ganzros, in the Endless Forest.

A black boot stepped abruptly on the dusky fallen leaves, and the owner of the boot was wearing a white priest's uniform, with a bright light behind him.

"Jollez, this seems to be an endless forest. ”

Sktir had just left the city of Ganzros with his palm over a towering tree.

His mouth opened silently, and his voice condensed into a silk thread, which accurately reached the ears of the god servant Jollez, "I remember that the followers of that false god are all in the Endless Forest. ”

"The Continental Convention prohibits church professionals from killing non-professional believers of other churches unless the other person is guilty. The golden glint in the eyes of the god servant Jorez emerged little by little.

"Our Lord is merciful and does not punish these wicked infidels, but they do not thank our Lord in the slightest, but pray to the false gods and increase the power of the false gods, and they are all guilty. Skjetil answered without hesitation, and the black qi in his hand gushed out, and in just a moment, the towering tree withered.

"And ....... Sketil took out a mask from the spatial ring and put it on his face, the mask spread down from his face like a living thing, until it covered his whole body, and in a few moments, Sketil changed from a shriveled middle-aged man to a stout man in black leather armor, and the momentum around him also changed greatly, "It was Valenbartlett of the Death Mutual Aid Society who killed them. ”

The god acolyte, Jollez, opened the Book of Dawn in his hand and prayed silently against the tree, Sketil smiled, drew a black broadsword from the spatial ring, and strode out.

For a person who prays for the dead, the power of death is eroding the body of the professional all the time, and most of the praying for the dead will choose to transform themselves into undead spirits when they reach the rank of senior professional, so that the power of death will in turn become the nourishment for strengthening themselves.

But as a dawn worshipper who prays for the dead, the Lord of the Dawn's aversion to the undead doomed the clergy of the Church to be unable to transform themselves into the dead.

So he needs to regularly draw life energy to fight the power of death.

And there is nothing more than the life energy contained in life itself.

In the forest, a group of primitive people who were naked to the point of covering only the key parts with animal skins, and their faces and bodies were painted with oil paint, carrying two fat pigs and beasts, happily walked through the forest.

For them, two fat pigs were enough to feed all of them for several days, which meant that they didn't have to risk hunting for food for the next few days.

Just as they were about to reach the tribe, a large man stood in their way back to the tribe.

Under the gaze of many primitive people, Sktir who had transformed into a great man laughed, "Yo, fresh life, let me help you return to the embrace of death, remember, it was Valenbartlet of the Death Society who killed you." ”

Suddenly, Dahan sensed a burst of danger, and some kind of behemoth in the sky blocked the sun, casting a shadow on the ground that shrouded the primitive and Dahan together.

The owner of the shadow is a large, oppressive black dragon, whose scales as cold as black iron fill the cold smell of the sun.

The horns on the top of its head extended backwards, forming a crown-like shape, and a scar on its eyes and face spread diagonally downwards from its forehead, until it reached the long whiskers of its lower jaw, and there was black blood residue on it, and the whole body exuded a strong smell of blood.

The dragon just stood there, and the awe-inspiring power made the bodies of those primitive people tremble for no reason.

"Demigod-level primeval black dragon. ”

At the sight of this dragon, Sketir's heart trembled, and his scalp went numb.

The black dragons, the dragons of the chaotic evil camp, have a little respect for the five-colored dragon queen Tiamat, they are very fond of looting treasures, and once they encounter powerful professionals, they will inevitably rob and then order them to hand over their treasures.

The black dragon's narrow eyes looked at Skjetir with a half-squint, and his small but prominent dark pupils were full of disgust, "I just returned to the main plane and saw the miscellaneous parts of the Death Mutual Aid Society, go to the underworld to greet your president Gregul on my behalf, and tell him that I will send all the miscellaneous parts of the Death Mutual Aid Society down to meet him." ”

The black dragon opened its mouth, and a terrifying heat surged out from the throat of the giant beast.

It's Dragon's Breath!

The danger in Skjetir's mind exploded, and he didn't hesitate to erect his protective magic as he spoke, "Wait, I'm not a ...... of the Death Society. ”

The next moment, the dragon's breath like a stream of fire drowned Sketir, the air was distorted by the heat, and the magic aura only flickered before it shattered, and Sketir disappeared in the dragon's breath before he could wail.

"Something happened. ”

At the moment of Sketir's death, the acolyte Chorez who was leaning against the tree suddenly opened his eyes, and the pages of the Book of Dawn turned rapidly, and the golden glow in his eyes skyrocketed.

A picture suddenly appeared in his sight, a huge black dragon holding the spatial ring of Sketir, and a happy smile appeared on his hideous eyes.

"A demigod-level primeval black dragon killed Skjetil for the sake of treasure!"

A thought had just flashed through the mind of the god acolyte, and the next moment the image in his eyes collapsed, a premonition of danger rose from the bottom of his heart, and the dragon's breath that covered the sky and the sun erupted from a distance, and everything he passed turned to ashes.

The black dragon's massive size rose from the endless forest, and its dark eyes reflected the appearance of the acolyte Jollez.

"I've found you, and I'm spying on my miscellaneous pieces, and you're going to die too. ”

The Book of Dawn in Chorez's hand flipped rapidly, "the Lord said...... ”

Suddenly, a sharp pain spread from the root of the tooth and quickly spread to the entire side of the face, and the Great Prophecy Technique that was about to exit suddenly slammed, and the divine power that was about to gush out collapsed.

Oops!

Jollez's mind went blank.

The next moment, he was engulfed by the dragon's breath and annihilated along with the tree behind him.

The black dragon flew down from the sky, its huge claws grabbed the Book of Dawn that fell to the ground, and a joyful smile appeared on its hideous face, "Legendary-level Divine Magic Book." ”

Opening his mouth to swallow the book into his stomach, the black dragon instigated its fat wings and flew into the distance.

Ganzros City, Mage Tari, Jiang Hao's palm The spinning wheel of fate creaked and turned, and the silk threads of fate were woven out and quickly disappeared into the void.

Suddenly, the spinning wheel paused, and words emerged.

"Pray for the dead Sketir, √ death"

"Servant of the Gods, Death √"