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- The head of the Hell Legion is dead.
At this time, a short "iron stuffy can" ran down from the entrance of the secret passage cautiously.
A large number of ghosts followed behind him, each wearing the same clothes and hanging the same pendant.
But as the "iron stuffy can" went down to the bottom, the crowded light and shadows exploded and scattered into a group after passing through the narrow entrance.
At the same time, it gradually changed to its original appearance.
The God's Punishment Squad from the temple hasn't come here at all, they are all ghosts in disguise.
Naplow rushed to the head of the legion excitedly, screaming like he was looking at a rare treasure.
"Ahhh!"
He couldn't wait to take off the armor on his body. He had done this action many times before, but this time he took it off smoothly. Those things that had stuck to his body like roots before, pulled all of them with his strength. All fell down.
He lifted off the cloak that the other party had been covering his body all the time, took off his helmet, and wanted to see what the other party was.
This guy has been hiding himself under the cloak, and Naplow is also very curious.
In the end, he found that the helmet and armor could not be pulled off, and this guy's flesh and blood had grown together with the armor.
It turned out that this guy was also a monster.
"Yeah!"
Naplow didn't see the appearance of the other party and felt bored.
On one side, he skillfully untied the glove, stretched out his palm and pressed it towards the other party.
However, just when he wanted to turn the general commander into his own ghost, a force stopped him.
Naplow released his palm in panic.
I saw a ray of light shooting down from the sky, penetrating the house and the ground and falling on the head of the legion.
The magic soldier named Black Warrior's Helmet gradually became transparent with the light, and finally floated to a high place and disappeared.
It turns out that the magic weapon is really a weapon made by the gods through the master craftsman.
Every master craftsman will spend his whole life tempering himself into a magic weapon, and will enter the kingdom of God with him after his death. This magic weapon cannot be taken away by others, because it was originally forged with the power of God. made.
What the gods bestow, the gods will eventually take back.
Looking at this scene, Naplow couldn't help covering his stomach and laughing.
"Hey Hey!"
Then, he pointed to the sky and yelled.
"Ahh!"
It turns out that even a guy like the head of the legion can enter the Kingdom of God after death.
Naplow is more eager for power. After possessing power, not only can he do whatever he wants while alive, but he can also be superior to others after death.
He understood a truth.
What morality, what emotion, what loyalty, all are bullshit.
In this world, strength and strength are everything.
Naplow began to search for the things left by the leader of the legion. He wanted to know the whole way of the road to power. Even if he didn't follow the path of the master craftsman, it would also point him in the right direction.
He returned to the top and began to search from house to house.
When he opened a room, he saw a familiar figure.
It was the child he and the black sword warrior brought back.
Dwarf males are burly and strong, and they like to grow thick beards when they grow up. They look very mighty and imposing.
The female skeleton of the dwarves still looks very large, not tall, but very fit.
If the figure is enlarged, it really feels like a mythical creation. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, the gods are men with mighty beards, and women are fit and tall.
"ah?"
He didn't expect that this guy was still alive, he thought the army chief had already dealt with him.
This seems to be a big trouble, coming from a big force called "Shen Temple".
The head of the legion seemed to be afraid of something, and he didn't dare to do it directly.
The same is true for Naplow. He thought of the frightened appearance of the legion commander, and knew that this should be an organization so powerful that it was unimaginable, and he didn't want to rashly offend others.
"Ahh!"
He directly dragged the girl hard, and hurried outside.
Taking advantage of the darkness, he led the other party out of the edge of Anchor Town, pointed to the leaving road in the distance, and made a signature sound.
"Ahh!"
 ? I vaguely remembered something.
The memory seemed to belong to him, but not to him.
In that memory, he seemed to see himself transformed into another existence.
A little man locked in a flask.
He lives in a place he has never seen before, in a wild but primitive world and era, the sky there is completely different from the sky he knows, it is unimaginably high, and a group of ancient and powerful ethnic groups live there.
The sun there is shining brightly, the night there is full of stars, and the world there is truly endless.
But when he raised his head, what he saw was a disgusting cork.
He couldn't escape that bottle.
I can only look at the outside world in the glass bottle.
And that small bottle made him feel strongly uneasy.
Because he feels that as long as someone breaks the bottle, he can be given death.
So he hates this bottle, yet he is dependent on this bottle.
"The villain in the bottle?"
"Is there really a villain in a bottle?"
Naplow remembered the words in Breman's poetry anthology, and he always thought it was a comparison, but at this moment, he discovered that there really is such a thing.
But then, Naplow put this illusion behind him.
Because he saw the existence contained in the bottle, how powerful it is.
He saw that the other party summoned a brilliant light, killing all the lives in a radius of several miles in an instant, and he saw that the other party crossed the distance of space and directly bestowed power on his believers.
He saw someone chanting the name of the evil god in the bottle, and she was able to send the power thousands of miles away.
She saw the villain in the bottle turn into a shadow of myth to fight another myth, and the fight was turned upside down.
Naplow was terrified, but yearned for that power.
"No, this is not a villain in a bottle."
"This is God!"
"God."
Looking at these scattered pictures, Naplow seemed to recall something and vaguely understood something.
"No, why do I remember this?"
"Why did I see these pictures from the perspective of a god."
"just like¡¡"
"Am I just like her?"
Amidst the excitement, he suddenly woke up.
And Naplow yelled after waking up, it was the name of the villain in the bottle spoken in the words of wisdom.
He could finally speak.
This also seems to have opened up another restriction that was tied to the body. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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