Augustus Under the Horseshoe

A terrifying shock wave, wrapped in red blood, fragmented white bones and flesh, raged every inch of the land in a radius of a hundred feet! The scorching smell of roasted meat made the people who were all around dumbfounded, covering their noses with fear. And the descendant of God, standing at the forefront of the army, raised his arms against the sky-raising flames, and laughed up to the sky! It is like a terrible demon dancing wildly in the abyss of fire.

"What a ruthless method! Sending a double to a duel, winning is no better, if you lose, then order the double to use a fireball necklace, and die together with the opponent-with an extremely loyal underling, in exchange for the life of the enemy's Supreme King. This Buying and selling is stable and not profitable."

Painhurs secretly raised Toria's level of danger by several levels, and then kicked her morale level down the bottomless abyss with one hoof.

"Priests of the Holy Fire! Your Supreme King, fall here! Surrender! I will give you the status and respect you deserve! Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish!"

The descendants of the God-chosen strolled leisurely towards the direction of the castle. The silver ponytail swayed from side to side like a pendulum, indicating that she is extremely happy now.

"It's not over yet! Toria!!!"

Suddenly, a dark figure, accompanied by wisps of dark tail smoke, rushed out of the sea of ​​flames, and roared at the descendants of God's choice! Everyone looked intently, the sacred Huo Ka'an, hadn't been torn into **** fragments by the seven consecutive terrifying flame explosions?

"Sorry, I let you down, Holy Fire, Holy Fire, how do you think I got my nickname? Huh?" All the clothes and armor of the Supreme King were buried in the flames, burned and melted by the terrifying heat, but There are no scars on the surface of the body. A massive ketone body that resembles an ancient elven marble sculpture, almost perfect proportion, is exposed in everyone's pupils.

"It's a pity, then, I have to kill you myself." Toria's brows hidden behind the armor slightly frowned, and then stretched out again, accompanied by deafening thunder, right hand from her waist Draw out a horrible long sword wrapped in thousands of electric arcs.

"Your naked body has no armor, strong arms, and no weapons. Come on, how do you want to die?"

"Kneel to your Supreme King." Ka'an said lightly.

"What?" The descendant of God's Choice raised his brows. Speaking contemptuously. "Are you too weak to admit your failure? Ka'an?"

"I said, I order you, a mare, who is unscrupulous to achieve a goal, kneel to me!"

Ka'an instantly took out the oak emblem that was soaked in saliva from his mouth to avoid being burned by the flames, and held it high! The phantom of Skerritt, which was as large as a mountain, quietly appeared on the sky, covering the entire battlefield under his terrifying shadow that obscured the sky.

All the horses on the scene, like a mouse meeting a cat, trembled all over in fright, kneeling to the ground involuntarily, including the descendants of God's choice who were so arrogant.

She knelt under the sacred fire hoof in humiliation, and the magical objects on her body were shining with arcane brilliance. However, no magical item could break the fear and obedience of Skerritt flowing in the blood flowing in the centaur.

"Why do you all kneel down, what is that man in the sky? Christina? Why are you lying on the ground, who can just tell me what happened!"

Painhurs looked around at the kneeling parliament army inexplicably. He distressedly wiped away the beads of sweat from Christina's temples, and tried to lift his lover from the ground, but failed.

This guy from another parallel universe can't naturally be Skerrit's heir. And Liu Yuan, who grew up on the land of atheism, is even less likely to worship a **** who has disappeared for hundreds of years. Therefore, the emblem of the **** of nature and community is not for this man and horse who has passed through... Play any role!

"Yes, the clan of Painhurs was destroyed by monsters when he was young! He was not bound by our religious creeds! As for the descendants...Skerritt was not the first man and horse. Now only my love can move freely!"

Cristina suddenly wanted to understand something, tried to resist the pressure of the divine, and roared loudly. "Quick! Kill the **** Supreme King! The thing in his hand can restrain the freedom of men and horses!"

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!!" The assembly army who was forced to kneel on the ground suddenly burst out with a terrifying and terrifying roar. Centaur does believe in Skerrit, but they admire physical freedom more than a spiritual symbol that has disappeared for hundreds of years. Enslaved by a small badge, doing things against your will? This sounds scarier than death!

And when the Supreme King saw a pale and handsome fellow man and horse, he did not succumb to the oak emblem. Under the pressure of that divine nature, he stood like a group of chickens standing in a knelt army? The exhausted Ka'an, his eyes widened in horror! Can't believe what happened before me!

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!" Seeing the unexpected and happening before his eyes, the exhausted Supreme King hurriedly snatched the Scourge blade with lightning and thunder from Toria's hands-he hasn't Knowing the true power of the badge, his army of priests also succumbed to the pressure of the divine, unable to come to support themselves.

If the control is released here, then Ka'an will be torn to pieces by the extremely angry parliament army.

Thinking of this, the sacred fire ran north without turning back, as long as he returned to the fortress and released the control, then the uncontrolled white horse was torn to pieces—that guy must die!

As for singles with him? What a joke! The ghost knows what that guy's profession and ability are. Whoever loves to do this kind of high-risk thing!

"call-"

Suddenly, Ka'an's eyes went dark, and there were countless ghosts. A torrent of death composed of bones gushes out from Painhurs' hands. The wave of death rushes, whizzes, screams, and climbs upward along the six limbs of the sacred fire, instantly depriving the opponent of his vision.

"Blindness! Skerritt bless! He doesn't carry any musical instruments, so this guy is a necromancer or wizard!" Ka'an almost jumped up happily! A sacred and inviolable golden light instantly dispelled the cold death torrent, allowing the Supreme King to see this beautiful world again-the blue sky, the green grassland, the army of men and horses surrendered under his emblem, and a... ··Dark green ghost tentacles.

"Sizzle!!"

The ghost hand entwined with the dark green poisonous cloud, at the speed of thunder, on the front leg of Ka'an, drew a scar with deep bones. On both sides of the wound, the tender muscles that looked like the lips of a baby quickly rotted and shrank, accompanied by red blood, flowing out a thick juice that exuded a foul smell.

The left front hoof of the sacred fire was immediately paralyzed by the necromancy, like a motorbike that suddenly pressed the front brake in the process of rushing through the wind, the whole horse fell forward under the action of inertia, and continued forward. After rolling for several laps, a deep gully was plowed on the ground, and the bones all over the body were wailing painful for this injury!

"Ghost Hand, Ghoul Touch! Long live Skerritt! The enemy is a necromancer!" Riding on the toxin before numbing his body, Ka'an prayed to the **** again for magic, he had six limbs. Mukuro once again shone with brilliant golden light, expelled the arcane magic of the undead, and healed his wounds by the way!

"I hate priests! Their magical skills are simply natural enemies of necromantic spells! The ones that lift the curse, the ones that remove the toxins... have been restrained too seriously!"

Painhurs frowned and ran forward while pulling out the compound longbow behind him. The sharp cluster of arrows aimed at Ka'an's throat!