Chapter 444

The pitch-black cover could be seen to be photocopied, even a bit cheap.

But this is already a photocopier that was obtained by smuggling in the lower city. With a holy heart, the one who accepted the guidance of the gods... made several copies of it.

The power of words and books has not been reduced by half, but has become multiple copies due to duplication.

Making multiple copies of Boss Lin's book was something Wilde couldn't even imagine, but these people actually did it.

However, it is not so easy to really understand Boss Lin's book. Among the dozens of people in the downtown area, only two or three people hold this book.

The leader of the lower town monster, which Stephanie called "Stone", opened a pair of completely beastly eyes, and the octopus tentacles on its chin danced happily, making it difficult to conceal the excitement in its heart.

He has no eyelashes or eyelids, and his eyes are fishy.

This is them...

The huge movement in the bar has become the focus of all night elves.

Those silver-haired, dark-skinned elves came out of the dark-skinned room like a nest, gathered next to the bar like ants, and formed a circle far away, talking a lot.

The man in black robe who was rushed out by the power got up from the ground, seeing Wilde's state of embarrassment that could not even maintain Charlotte's will, snorted coldly with disdain, and then turned his head to look at the elves around him.

"Nightland will soon become the new gathering place of our Plague Church." The man in black laughed sinisterly, "Kill all these elves."

After finishing speaking, he looked back at Wilde, who was struggling in pain, and said, "Accepting my Lord's judgment is already painful. If he can't stand this test, he will die naturally."

The people in black robes around took off their hoods one after another, everyone had ancient and hideous faces.

Stirring chin tentacles and bestial pupils.

The elves looked at the men in black with strange faces, but when they saw the faces of these people, they all screamed. Just seeing the appearance of these people would cause a lot of mental pollution to ordinary people.

These fearful elves undoubtedly inspired their great sense of accomplishment—the people in the upper city really did what the leader said, and everyone couldn't even look at them directly.

The reason is very simple, because this is a mutation given to them by the gray mist, and this mutation completely selected them and evolved them.

Just when these dozens of people were about to slaughter, a huge shooting star burning with pale fire lit up the entire Dark Night Land in an instant beyond the dark night land.

"boom--"

Like a meteor falling from the sky, the ground of the entire Dark Night Village shook violently.

The fleeing dark elves and the black-robed man who was about to slaughter were all stunned.

Whether it was most of the weak dark elves, or the fanatics in the lower city who believed in gods to the extreme, they all stopped what they were doing. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, stunned by this sudden change.

The fire fell into the "Ash Forest" on the edge of the Dark Night Land——

Suddenly, the ashes forest ignited raging flames at the next moment, and an ancient silver dragon emerged from the flames in an instant like a burning bud in the flames.

The ancient dragon was as thin as an old tree. His four claws and five fingers fell to the ground, accompanied by a silver flame, so dazzling that he couldn't look directly at it. He roared, and the breath he exhaled also smelled of disaster.

Anyone can understand his horror, but there is no escape.

His indigo blue eyes fell on the dark night land like ants, and then walked slowly towards them.

"What is this..." The man in black looked at the huge silver dragon in horror, "Is it the patron saint of the dark elves?"

Someone quickly denied him, but no matter what, the power of the silver dragon made him terrified to the extreme, and even the hand holding the Bible began to tremble.

He swallowed hard, and quickly began to chant——

"My ancient..."

Yinlong looked at the book in the hands of the man in black, and tilted his head strangely. His doubt lasted only a second, and the answer was ready to come out immediately. If the dragon had eyebrows, he would already be furious.

He looked at the cold body of Bella in the bar and Wilde moaning in pain, and with a thought, the book in the hands of the man in black burned blazingly.

Then in the next second, the silver dragon's body suddenly seemed to pull out countless silk threads, and these silver threads were scattered but quickly sucked into a small container in an orderly manner.

The vessel gradually took the shape of a young, refined human being.