Book of Gods and Demons

In the dark night, more than a dozen people wearing black cloaks walked swiftly in the woods.

There was a faint white light flashing under their feet, and they seemed to walk in small steps, but the speed was comparable to that of a good horse running with all strength.

They dexterously shuttled through the dense woods, with the wind gently circling around, eliminating all the noise they made.

Tonight, they were originally peeping near the Sea Urchin Bay, and all the movements inside and outside the Sea Urchin Bay were captured by them. After Rafa was hit by Joe with a big shot, they set off immediately and moved away from Lovegang at full speed.

They did not take the road leading to Tulum Harbour, but borrowed the vineyards and woods along the road.

Already more than ten miles away from Lovegang, the leader in black screamed: "How dare they... blaspheme the glory of my lord, attack my lord's servant... they recognized Lord Rafa , They dare to..."

"The Deren Empire must pay a price, and the people who shot tonight... The stinky widow of Ross, and the little heresy of the Rittal family... They should all be sent to the torture!"

"Dababa must be made aware of the truth here, and the actions here must be made known to Dababa!"

These clergymen dispatched by St. Hilde's Cathedral performed mysteries and ran quickly.

Unconsciously, a thin white mist rose in the woods beside them. In just a few breaths, the white mist gradually became dense like milk, and a coolness floated in the air.

"Who?" The leader of the priest stopped abruptly and looked forward warily.

"Old friend." A soft voice came from the woods ahead, and then there were soft echoes all around.

‘Old Friend’...‘Old Friend’...‘Old Friend’...

"Old friends" of varying degrees of severity continued to be heard all around, mixed with some subtle laughter, children's cheers, soft copper bells, and even the chirping of cats and dogs.

A dozen priests took off their black cloaks at the same time, revealing the white robe below. In the sound of ‘clang’, they drew their sabers from their waists one after another.

Unlike the two-handed epee swords used by church knights, which are almost the same height as their own, the sabers used by these priests are much more normal. The sword length is about three feet and five inches, and the widest part of the sword is more than two inches.

"The glory of my lord is everywhere." The priests sang war hymns in low voices, their hands were plated with silver, and the swords were inscribed with prayers praising'Mu', and the prayers were all inlaid with long swords of gold silk. A faint light emerged.

"Your beliefs are cheap and worthless." A light laughter came from the white mist, and a burly figure with a height of fifteen feet slowly emerged from the white mist, accompanied by a low "pouch" sound.

"Damn... this is..." The leading priest widened his eyes, staring in amazement at the burly figure that was getting closer and closer.

'Chi, chi'... Near the neck of the burly figure, a few white steam rushed up to a dozen feet high, a small door-sized alloy heavy axe ripped the air with a harsh whistling sound, and swayed in the white mist. The white whirlpool visible to the naked eye.

"The glory of my lord..." The priests roared hoarsely, they waved their long swords and greeted the heavy axe.

one strike.

The long sword shattered and the priests were cut off by the waist.

Several tall and thin men in tuxedos, top hats, and thin walking sticks walked out from behind the two oak trees in time.

They walked up to the priests and carefully observed their wounds.

"Combat power rating, Tier 6 elementary?" A man smiled enthusiastically: "This big guy can sell for a big price!"

"Then, let's write Tier 6 Intermediate on the appraisal." Another man said with a light smile: "Of course, it should be noted on the appraisal. After all, this is an old and disrepaired antique. Maybe the level of combat power will fluctuate and it may not necessarily ."

"Pouch", near the neck of the burly figure, high-temperature white steam spurted out again.

"Oh, Ann, Ann, we will find you a good master, a good master who is wealthy and can purchase enough high-level materials to repair you." A man patted the burly figure and said softly. He smiled and said: "However, I hope you can understand that we have brought you out of that broken place. We have paid a huge cost, and we need a certain amount of profit."

"So, we label your current combat power as Tier 6 Intermediate. This is just a legitimate business method, isn't it?"

"Your real combat power is of course not limited to Tier 6 Intermediate, isn't it? If your new master repairs you, oh, he will make a lot of money." The man laughed: "So, can you understand? "

The burly figure stood there quietly, and on his head, a long red light lit up. The red light flickered dimly for a while, and then the red light gradually dimmed, and thin steam came out of his elbows, knees and other joints.

"Then, okay, let's do a little and trivial favor for our VIP." Standing aside, a tall man who hadn't said a word slowly said: "Set up the scene and buckle the black pot on the head of Highland Kingdom. Go ahead. The evidence is more conclusive, and the pressure on them will be greater."

The tall man raised his head, and the moonlight shone, illuminating his face.

If Duke Ross was present, she would be able to recognize this person at a glance-Sherlock, the plenipotentiary special envoy of the Kingdom of Ice and Sea, Sherlock.

Several men, obviously headed by Sherlock. Hearing Sherlock's order, the other men suddenly became busy.

"In addition, you did a good job." Sherlock turned around and smiled at a big tree behind him: "As your guide, I am very pleased... I think it won't be long before you will be promoted. ."

"This time in the turmoil in Tulum Harbor, you performed very well. You are wholeheartedly maintaining your current role and absolutely not intervening in things that shouldn't be intervened."

In the white mist, a figure turned out from behind the big tree.

In the white mist, the chuckles of girls and children sounded, and the laughter was so close and dense, as if thousands of people were hiding in the white mist and laughing at the same time.

The figure wore a wide-brimmed hat and a big skirt, with a crystal ball floating on the side, quietly emitting a faint light.

In the light, Miss Valenya, the newly promoted opera actress in Tulum Harbor, yawned lazily: "Tutor, I don't care about promotion... How much gold mark can I divide in this transaction? Can I advance the payment? A lump sum? I'm just a little short of the potion I dream of..."

Sherlock smiled ‘hehehe’, he looked at Velenya with extremely fond eyes, and said softly: "Advance? Hehehe, you think too much, how could it be possible?"

With a ‘huh’, Velenya melted into the white mist, and then the white mist disappeared without a trace like a low tide.

In the distance, a thin voice came: "Then, respected mentor, I refuse to work overtime late at night... My Lord Anan has left, **** it, I have to find a rich fool..."

"However, praise the benevolent Muteste, Tulum port has no shortage of rich fools. The only question is, who should I look for? It's a trouble of happiness, who should I look for?"

Sherlock was dumbfounded, shrugged, and shook the thin cane in his hand vigorously.

"Really a disciple with personality... Well, let me think about it..." Sherlock took out a black card from her chest pocket and turned it quickly on her fingertips: "Let me think about it, after the drastic change Port Tulum, the only discipleship left in my hand, ah, may the Supreme Truth be with me and guide me."

Sherlock squinted, leaning against a big tree, calmly watching a few men busy setting up the scene.

A fifteen-foot tall, thick metal armor draped over the entire body, and a huge white steam wafting from the gaps in the armor, quietly squatting on the ground.

Moonlight shone on the giant giant, and huge ancient runes were faintly visible on the rusty metal armor plate.

The burning grape trellis illuminates the entire hillside, and the black armored soldiers and sailors are pushing and pushing. The strength of these black armored soldiers far exceeds these ordinary sailors. After two or two efforts, the sailors are a bit defeated.

Major General Duolong and a group of high-ranking officers quickly greeted them. They and the black armored soldiers got together face to face. The movements of the two sides were extremely small, but they clashed with each other with extremely vaginal damage, accompanied by a harsh fracture. Thirty or so black armored soldiers and a comparable number of officers fell to the ground.

There was a sharp whistle in the distance.

In just a few minutes, this small hill was surrounded by the sailors of the Jiasijia Fleet and the escorts of the Rittal family.

The black armored fighters are powerful, but there are only hundreds of them.

On the Duke of Rose's side, the high-ranking officers are strong enough to fight against these black armored fighters, and the number of ordinary soldiers and guards is dozens of times that of these black armored fighters.

On the sea surface of the Sea Urchin Bay not far away, the two first-class battleships have been opened horizontally, and all the gun ports on the side of the landing site have been opened, revealing the black muzzle.

The Marquis of Siacques gritted his teeth and hissed: "Your Excellency Rose..."

Duke Ross pointed to Rafa lying in the big pit, and said coldly: "Man, you take away... the things on his chest will be temporarily kept by me. Do you think you can get this thing back at any price? When you think about it, come find me again."

Holding his head proudly, Duke Ross sneered: "By the way, come to me if you really think about it, I will only give you one chance!"

Shaking his broken left arm, Duke Ross stared at the Marquis of Seak with a deep gaze: "By the way, I will add ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ for everything tonight, I will not take the slightest responsibility for you. It's the matter. Cause and effect, I will play Her Majesty the Queen straight...Don't try to pull me into the water! Dear Seac...Your Excellency!"

‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh’... Duke Ross laughed and pointed his finger at a female guard next to him.

The female guard dexterously jumped out of the dirt pit, and grasped the black slate clinging to Rafa's chest with both hands.

The dark light flickered on the black stone slab, and the female guard suddenly snorted. The blood in the seven orifices was gurgling like a stream. She suddenly let go of her hands, and her body staggered backwards a few steps, and her face instantly turned pale white. .

Duke Rose's pupils condensed, and he muttered: "Sure enough, it's a forbidden thing... such a dangerous thing, of course, I will keep it, but it can't fall into the hands of people who want to be unsure.

The Marquis of Seac's face twitched violently, and his hands were firmly clenched into fists.

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