Chapter 638

On this page, an old house in Heidelberg is reduced to ashes in the golden fire and thunder.

It's like the roar of the gods.

He has been hiding behind the scenes for decades. As a loyal hound, he has been hiding in the dark conscientiously. He is willing to become a sharp knife and eradicate all potential dangers for Marguerite III. for the first time in his life, Martha XIII has burst out in an all-round way, bursting with unspeakable light and heat.

His strength is completely beyond the prediction of the layout.

The roar of the demigod echoed over Heidelberg with endless despair and terror.

Mata XIII, armed with a wooden spear, tore the sky with innumerable golden rays and killed an extraordinary existence of Al organization.

The noble 30 member waiter, as long as a blow, it becomes ashes.

The honorable archbishop, a member of grade 29, will turn into ashes with one blow.

The same noble 28 member bishop, the same light hit, also turned into smoke.

Those twenty-seven level kings, twenty-six level lords, twenty-five level planners, twenty-four level architects, twenty-three level librarians, who have great power in secret, who have mastered one side's power, who have power beyond the ordinary sense of kings and dukes, who have power and knowledge far beyond the ordinary Level 22 sword bearer and so on

They also need only one spear to completely annihilate in the golden flame and thunder.

The super strong men they trained, who were built up with huge resources, and the powerful soldiers of the fifth and sixth levels, even failed to get close to Mata XIII, but disappeared in the golden fire of Mata XIII.

A little golden sun was shining over Heidelberg.

The golden light illuminated Heidelberg at night. Countless extraordinary people who had not left any impression in Martha XIII's mind disappeared in the golden light.

Outside the city, in a cabin, an old man with a scepter stood at the door, gnashing his teeth and looking at Mata XIII hanging in the sky.

"Heresy, heresy, how can there be such a bold generation?"

"He has stolen the power and glory of my Lord."

Florence stood behind the old man and looked in awe at the blazing golden light of death and destruction.

"I can't see that his highness Mata, who is usually silent, has such power... Ah, my dear crown, do you think he has..."

The old man chuckled: "yes, your guess is right. Martha XIII, the peak of demigod level 10, can enter that realm at any time... Oh, he should be one of the strongest in medland now. "

Florence sighed: "poor Lord sarin, and those brothers, they hit the point of the knife... It's really the worst loss we have suffered in Al in all these years."

The old man snorted coldly: "in your voice, I heard the secret joy. Don't deny it, Florence. Isn't their death a good thing for you? "

The old man's eyes twinkled with golden light and looked at Florence coldly: "when the plans of your kings are launched and you are about to reap the fruits, the appearance of those servants and archbishops who are higher than you, who want to grab the fruits of victory... Your heart is full of resentment against them, and I can clearly perceive this."

Florence looked at the old man fearlessly: "isn't that what you want?"

The old man's eyes twinkled.

Florence said with a smile: "the death of so many epics and legends is bound to make the whole medland" can "..."

The old man clubbed his hand from the scepter to the ground with a loud bang: "enough, Florence, I don't know where you learned the taboo knowledge at your level... But enough. Some things, you know, should never be said

Florence bowed slightly: "so, what's next?"

The old man frowned and looked at Mata XIII floating over Heidelberg: "don't worry, let's ferment slowly... Our plan will not fail this time. If we don't succeed this time, we won't be able to find better opportunities in the next few hundred years. "

"Again, slowly ferment... Anyway, war, death... The dead have nothing to do with us, that's good." The old man murmured coldly: "only those who have suffered enough losses and are still on the lookout will be cruel and increase their bets."

On the outskirts of Heidelberg, the castle where Hillman held the sacrifice ceremony was suddenly covered with a black red light.The earth shaking "hiss" came from the void, and the terrible sound beat the roar of Martha XIII and enveloped the whole Heidelberg.

The black red light is like magma flowing on the ground, outlining a huge magic array with a diameter of 100 Li, covering most of Heidelberg. Chaotic, turbid, evil, distorted consciousness, like a tide, poured into all people's minds and washed their souls.

In Heidelberg City, ordinary people and mortals all fainted under the impact of this consciousness.

But those with extraordinary power.

Even if they didn't take a series of potions, they just opened up a sea of power, and their power was called, or infected, by this terrible consciousness.

Their bodies are wriggling like big snakes. Black scales are growing under their skin. Their bodies are gradually lengthening. Some people have huge meatballs growing behind their necks. Some people's eyes have become vertical pupils, and their teeth have become sharp fangs.

Mata XIII roared. He held a spear and blasted dozens of spears toward the castle in the distance.

The golden thunder tore the sky and fell on the dark red light above the castle.

The faint light vibrated and splashed dozens of ripples.

A shrill roar came from beyond the void.

The space above the castle became a vast expanse of gray, like a large piece of ground glass.

With the piercing tearing sound, the ground glass is broken. Through the huge crack, you can see an indescribable, huge and vague detail. You can't see his noumenon clearly, but his noumenon shape is like a burning iron, directly imprinted in the depths of your soul.

Countless people who were infected by the terrible will made a sharp "hissing" sound at the same time.

There are more signs of alienation in their bodies.

The strong blood light was ejected from the castle. The golden thunder of Mata XIII collided with the blood light. The thunder smashed, and the blood light was shaking slightly. It turned into a thick, trembling and shaking light column, and rose straight into the sky.

Hillman's voice resounded through the air.

"Great lord of chaos, great lord of greed, please accept my humble and insignificant sacrifice..."

"May your light return to the earth."

"May your will, through my hand, make the whole world tremble..."

Behind the crack, the unpredictable and unspeakable terror creeped slightly, so a small earthquake suddenly broke out within a thousand miles around Heidelberg.

The gray light from the sky, continuously flowing into the evil light shrouded castle.

A black sun rose into the sky, standing side by side with the golden light of Mata XIII.

Margaret III looked out at the castle, shaking uneasily at the killing of Hellinger.

"Great Hellinger, please abide by the old covenant and do not bless the damned little one." Marguerite III raised the hand of heilinger's killing, the sword spewed out the black light, wave after wave towards the cracks in the space above the castle.

"In the name of the Lord of heidra's blood, I pray to you to refuse all his prayers."

Marguerite III screamed. Under her white skin, countless black scales grew out. At the back of her neck, eight black air surged up. At the top of each black air, there was a looming figure.

These figures are all Marguerite III.

Some people are angry, some people are laughing, some people are crying, some people have strange eyes, some people are hesitant, some people are grinding their teeth and biting their lips

Among the eight virtual images of Margaret III are a young girl, an adult and a kind-hearted old lady.

They looked down at Marguerite III, and at the same time they spoke and repeated Marguerite III's prayer.

Over the castle, the huge and incredible existence moved slightly again.

A clear consciousness appears in all who look at him.

He refused Marguerite III's request. He insisted on blessing Hillman. He insisted that Hillman grow up and become stronger than Marguerite III.

With chaos, evil, corruption and depravity as the core, he wants to see a younger, stronger and more ruthless Hydra, pushed by this little guy, so that the breath of heidra covers the whole medland.Hillman's voice came from afar: "grandma, you are old... Since you could have pushed your majesty Doron off the throne, then, of course, when you are old, I can replace you."

Hillman said, suddenly laughing: "he is very happy to see us killing each other, don't you know?"

Margaret III's long hair was flying, and the thick black fog was like a forest of swords. It kept coming out from her body and covered the whole Heidelberg with a dense atmosphere, isolating the terrible will from the erosion of Heidelberg.

"Well, it makes sense." Marguerite III giggled: "it's very reasonable... So, Hillman, I will personally cut off your head to punish you and make trouble at this time."

"There is nothing wrong with any means of fighting for the throne."

"But to collude with foreign enemies for this throne... Hillman, have you thought of your last words?"

Hillman laughed wildly, and the whole castle collapsed in the dark red light.

The altar and the magic circle were revealed.

Also revealed are the members of the royal family of the Deron Empire who were slaughtered like lambs, paralyzed in the magic circle, and bleeding all over.

The faces of Marguerite III and Martha XIII suddenly froze.

"Hillman, damn you."

Marguerite III and Martha XIII roared together. The golden and black light groups, like two small suns, smashed into the altar shrouded by the faint light.

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