Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Amidst the cheers of the crowds, Painhurs looked around the monsters around him arrogantly as a victor—the monster chiefs, and cast dread, fear, and even respect at him. On the margins of civilization, in a society of barbarians and monsters, people only respect the strong.

Suddenly, the pale warlock re-perceived the vast and boundless chaos divine power, that terrifying energy, like an endless ocean, pressing on his soul.

After the battle was over, the devil unexpectedly reopened the connecting channel without offering any sacrifices... No, it was not in line with his style of behavior so far.

Penhurs was thinking about the secret of the eight-pointed black star, while prostituting the power of chaos, his hands shining with dark golden light, healed the wounds of the king of the fire giant, repaired the broken flesh and blood, and even patched him up. Broken left hand.

The chief who only ruled over a dozen hill giants before died and died. The Romans would not offend themselves for the patriarch of a giant family. However, a king whose strength is close to the legendary and ruling many giants' people is worse than less. Anyway, the purpose of standing up has been achieved.

"What happened!"

Surrounded by a black armor guard, Peturabo stormed into the camp of the monsters aggressively. Although most of the injuries of the King of Fire Giant were healed, he still did not wake up from his coma. Other monsters, too, Not interested in joining this dispute.

"It's nothing, respected Commander Zhan, just to pass the boring time of discussion."

The warchief calmly said that, by the way, the arcane surge was lifted. The blood vessels exuding blue fluorescence dimmed and were hidden again under the pale fur.

Peturabo took a look at Pain Hess and didn't say anything, but jumped to the subject.

"There is no time for lagging! Mercenaries! Take action! Sasan Persian is building ships in every port and dock in Cilicia, and we will show those **** what is called The true imperial navy! May the flames of Greece purify their bodies and souls!!!"

The war commander summoned all the chiefs of the monsters and quickly assigned tasks.

"Avena, your human face banshee, as an air mobile force, will all participate in this attack. Hoon Gaoling, your tauren fleet will also participate in the battle. The invincible platinum star, you and your storm giant Use it as a mobile catapult. Yum...your people stay in the steel cage, Fire Giant, don't burn your boat."

"Marshal, my centaurs and cavalry, don't need to participate in this operation, it sounds like this mission is a naval battle."

"Ok······"

Peturabo thought about it.

"The horses are also responsible for guarding the steel cage, but Chief Painhurs, you have to join this battle."

"why?"

The warchief said puzzledly.

"Spellcasters are never too small, especially you, an archmage who can cast seven-level spells and advanced arcane abilities."

Zhan Shuai said calmly.

"Okay! Get organized quickly! Every time you burn a Persian ship, every time you destroy a port of the demonite, you mercenaries, you can get a large reward! Thank you Augustus for his generosity! Tomorrow morning , We will set off!"

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After hearing the news of the expedition, the monsters also hurriedly dispersed, and several fire giants hurriedly carried Yumu back to the camp. And Pain Hess continued to think about the mark of chaos.

"Pale horse. I admit that you are very strong, but your enemies are far beyond your imagination-facing the mighty demon cavalry, and the horrible emergence from the nine prisons of Barto, like a tide. Devil, you are still far behind."

The gloomy and sweet whisper sounded again, but this time, it was a little less calm and a little more urgent.

"Then, you can continue to block the energy transmission channel, prevent me from using Chaos Divine Art, and continue to threaten and persecute me, devil?"

Painhurs said mockingly.

"Then, why did you reopen the channel at the end of the battle? Allow me to re-use the power of Chaos?

Hush, don’t speak, let me guess—Henival told me the religious history of this world. Even the Lord of the Nine Hells worshipped by the Persians occupies a remote seat in the Pantheon of Rome. . And you, there is not a trace of records in the historical documents, can I boldly speculate that it is difficult for you to influence this plane and this world?

"What do you want to say?"

"But it's weird. You can make some miracles in this world. Why are there so few followers? Remember that green dragon, Motarian? The moment I killed him, the sky was torn apart into a huge The crevices, the rotten stench, filled the entire battlefield, countless bloated, abominable evil tentacles, accompanied by thousands of pounds of dark green pus falling from the sky, dragged his corpse into another plane-rescued His power is almost exactly the same as the chaotic energy I have inspired in the past.

So, why are such terrifying miracles no one to worship? This logic doesn't make sense.

So, can I think so-you need some special conditions to show miracles? "

The pale horse slowly stretched out his left hand. On the back of the hand, in the center of the eight-pointed black star, a golden stubborn vertical pupil was rotating irregularly.

"For example, this mark?"

"Why do you think so?"

"It's just a guess. I need to rely on this mark to communicate and use the magic of chaos. This thing feels like a channel linking two planes.

I need the black star of eight awns to use divine art, and you also need this teleportation channel to spread your power and belief in this world-ah, speaking of it, the miracle that saved Motarian happened to appear in mine. nearby. "

"Why don't you speak? Devil? You dare not close this channel for too long! This is the best proof of my guess! Both of us need this mark to connect each other's world! I need the energy of your world, you need us Belief in the world. Even if I don’t give you anything, you have to keep this only channel open."

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The horrible demon who haunted the chieftain's ears and disappeared, clapped his palms in admiration.

"Smart! Very smart! You guessed it! The chaos mark on the back of your hand is indeed the only channel at the moment. But, what about it? I can block your mark while you fight, and when the battle is over, continue to open it. , You still can’t use our terrible power--unless, you promise us a small request."

"No, no, no, you are confused, devil. As you can see, without your power, I can still kill a blazing giant. But without me, you will say goodbye to this world completely. This is a passage, you can close the door on the other side, why can't I close the door in my world?"

"you dare!!!"

Finally, there was a trace of panic in the evil and sweet voice. Painhurs turned a deaf ear to the devil's pretensions, mobilizing the arcane torrent in his blood, and constantly impacting the twisted and evil eight-pointed black star.

Just now, when he used Arcane Surge and the blood vessels of his body radiated blue and silver light, he discovered the secret of this imprint-eight twisted and dark imprints, exactly the same as the distribution of his own blood vessels.

With the passage of time, the eight slender tentacles retracted back of their hands again, and the golden eyeballs in the center of the mark trembled violently, but after all they could not violate the will of the chieftain and slowly closed their eyes.

The moment the upper and lower eyelids of the golden eyeballs touched each other, the sweet and seductive whispers of the devil stopped abruptly.

The world is quiet.

Painhurs took up the water basin calmly, washed away the blood on his chest at will, and returned to his camp. Every time he struggled on the edge of life and death, he always made people full of desire. According to the interpretation of modern science, this It is the genes in your body that feel like you are almost finished, so immediately under the urging of your survival instinct, you desperately stimulate your body, copying and multiplying to produce new life.

The pale horse gently hugged the twin sisters and kissed each inch of their tender skin passionately. Under the strong stimulation, Christina's white tender body instantly turned into a thrilling rouge face, a passionate and bold rouge Lima strongly responded to his spouse's teasing, and Christian also shyly hugged the god-like figure.

The three horses and horses lingered together again. The air was filled with alluring hormonal breaths. The warm and rapid heavy breathing caused the temperature in the camp to rise sharply. The cold night wind blew over the chief’s camp, letting The inner book surface is densely packed with crystal drops of water.

The lustful splash of water, the sound of physical collisions, and alluring low groans filled every corner of the tent. Even before going to bed, they had done a lot of things they loved to do, and the three of them were still addicted to the sensual paradise. After the great chief satisfies the sweaty Christina, he came behind the bard.

The other party bit his lip with restraint, trying hard not to make a nice sound. The pride of being a sister makes her not want to expose such an unbearable side in front of her sister. However, under the violent offensive of the white horse like a storm, Christian seems to be unable to resist her heart and body in the end, exquisite and beautiful. His face was extremely flushed, and his seductive lips made a sound like singing.

The bard blushed immediately and subconsciously summoned an exquisite musical instrument. The mysterious spell sound was mixed with touching breath, trembling hands, gently flicking the flexible strings, making the voices of all the shameful people nearby. , All belong to silence.

"Don't, my dear, I like to hear your moving voice."

Pain Hess gently held Christian's earlobe, and with the help of arcane power, sent a small piece of text into the opponent's mind. The bard's face became more and more red, and after a few seconds of silence, the charming voice of breath sounded in the air.

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Seeing the drenched twin sisters with flushed cheeks lying on a thick sheepskin blanket, entering a sweet dream again, Painhurs panted heavily and covered the two daughters with a thin layer of animal skins. It urged the arcane power in the body, causing the golden eyeball on the back of the left hand to slowly open again.

"Now, can we calm down and talk about a fair and just deal? The devil?"

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