Boom!

The bright golden light column crashed on the silver shield wall, and countless small and complicated runes melted, faded and disintegrated.

Seeing this, Nancy's calm expression gradually became ferocious, and her fear of death climbed up her pale face.

"No, no!"

He looked down at the silver magic pattern array under his feet, several cracks slowly emerged, and then spread around like a cobweb.

"How could it be so!"

This is the space transmission scroll given by Agnes. It is the last card he retains and the hope of leaving. Agnes Rodney, Cardinal of the temple of power

Now, everything is destroyed, and the countdown to death begins!

The desperate Nancy watched the silver glow dissipate, and his body was also dissipated. Only the difference was that his body was like broken glass, folded, twisted and broken into pieces, but there was no blood overflow.

The space tunnel opened up by the transport reel was interrupted by strong force. Nancy fell into the collapsed space and had nowhere to escape.

"I'm not willing!!!"

"Wakasaleaskwkelzerdaide......"

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"Is it over?"

Modrian walked out of the ruins of the building, still holding a gray shield in his hand, and looked at the renwal street in amazement.

The former prosperity has been destroyed, leaving only ruins and walls decorated with dilapidation.

As the Lord of Valoran, it is impossible to say that he is not distressed, but compared with retaining the coveted strong enemy and deterring the aristocratic forces in the north of the kingdom again, the sacrifice is worth it.

In addition to the above disadvantages, there are some intangible benefits for ewendell town. At least the exposed strength can enable many traders and wandering mercenaries to have a certain sense of security and convert it into more prosperous economic benefits.

Walking on the concave convex road with a deep foot and a shallow foot, modrian looked calm, but there were ripples in his heart. This kind of destructive power comparable to the missile of the previous life is really enviable.

The shadow emerged, and the robbed figure stepped out and walked in front of modrian.

"Lord, this is a gift for you!" the robber lifted a blood stained head in his left hand.

Modrian searched the picture in his memory. It seemed that there was nothing about the dead in front of him. He asked, "who is this guy?"

"The assassins involved in this attack are fairly strong." rob hoarse. Although Chapman died at his hands, his strength was recognized by rob,

"All right!" modrian shrugged his shoulders and said that he was relieved of the strength of robbery. The role of shadow flow is also very important for today's Valoran collar.

Shadow stream is responsible for intelligence, detection, removal of spies and sentinel agents, and remarkable results have been achieved.

He looked up at the sky gradually restored to tranquility, the overlapping marks of space dissipated, and Nancy Peters, bishop of the temple of power, was completely annihilated in the collapsed space.

Even legends have to deal with the sudden collapse of space.

"The temple of power, a group of coveted people, also want to get the control of Valoran, really don't know what to say." modrian smiled calmly.

The death of two important people is a great loss to the power temple in the vortex of stoke kingdom.

Maybe there will be some retaliation next, but Valoran collar is not just the strength exposed now.

Modrian went on and saw Bobby and gulagas, who were talking "friendly". The combination of tall and short looked strange.

"Burp... Bobby, you shouldn't give such a heavy hand. I haven't experienced the feeling of fighting." gujaras shook his fat body and pretended to be crazy. Drunkenness will only make his strength more terrible, but it won't take away his focused will.

"Hey, big guy, if I don't do it again, that guy will run away," Bobby said with a look of disdain on his blue face.

"Do you understand space magic? Yes... Forget it. You won't understand anyway."

"You just know that if we don't stop that guy, he will leave here unharmed and continue to covet our territory."

"How can you let the other party run away? I'm bucket gulagas!"

The tone of his voice was slightly high, but gulagas dared not go too far. In the previous "friendly" exchanges, he had deeply suffered from the hammer of Oren.

After taking a sip of the ale barrel, he continued: "the happy hour has just begun, and the fun time is over. It's really not fun!"

"Want to have fun? Then we can have a 'friendly' duel. Don't worry, I'll show mercy." Bobby turned his head slightly, and his blue face showed a trace of interest.

"Burp... I don't think so. The Lord is coming." gulagas hurriedly ended the conversation and shook his fat body to modrian.

"It's just how I feel something's wrong..."

Not only gulagas, Bobby on his side, but also the robber not far away, looked up at the pure blue sky. The sky, which had been restored to tranquility, suddenly had an inexplicable change.

The clouds dispersed and gathered, and a ray of golden sunshine slowly appeared in the blue sky, shining on the world again like a new sun.

Gentle and quiet.

If hidden, if not, the song echoed in everyone's ears, and the tune was very much like the music played by a bard. It was beautiful and graceful.

In this sudden mysterious music, an epic ancient poem seems to be reflected in the pure sky, and gradually condenses into a closed eye with the golden sunshine.

"Who is chanting my real name?"

The voice full of divine majesty echoed between heaven and earth. For a moment, it was as if the voice existed forever in the world. Everything was suppressed and could not move.

"Real name!?"

At the moment when modrian heard the voice, the indifferent look on his face disappeared and a dignified appearance appeared. He looked up at the golden sky at the moment and set off a storm in his heart.

In the information he knows, his real name is not so easy to read.

Every existence with a real name has extremely terrible strength, and the real name is the mark engraved in the depths of their soul and the unique representative left in this space and time.

The reciter must imagine the complete image of the other party, the characteristics of the other party's strength and the deeds of the world. (this is very simple for the bishop of the temple. After all, it is easier for believers than ordinary people.)

Obviously, the eyes emerging from the sky are the reflection of the power of a terrorist being when he hears someone chanting his real name.

"It's a little unexpected that the temple of power should have such strength in Stoke kingdom."

Oh!

The shrill sound of birds breaks the stagnant time and space at the moment!

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Say something from your heart: sometimes you can't have the best of both worlds in the face of what you like to do and the work you have to make a living!

Now I can only guarantee to update as much as possible. As for the future things, who can say it clearly, encourage myself, come on!