Loina stared at Junlin with her eyes blazing fire: "You still have the face to come back."

"Why not?" Junlin looked at the monks of the Church of Gods who were surrounding him.

They looked firm and put an old saying: If their eyes could kill people, Jun Lin had been killed a hundred times.

They were angry and put on an old saying: If anger could start a prairie, the plane had been blazed with flames.

But the old saying doesn't work. Junlin just stands up so well, his strength is not enough and his will cannot change anything.

They can't even make a move because they know they are not King's opponents.

They could only watch, helplessly and desperately.

Maybe I felt a little embarrassed, Junlin didn't tease them much.

He took out the magic lamp and said, "Don't be angry for now, look at this."

Magic lamp?

Everyone was stunned.

What's the meaning.

Junlin directly turned on the magic lamp, and the remaining spirit of the magic goddess had appeared from the magic lamp.

She is just a wisp of residual spirit now, but she still has huge power.

With just one move, all existences here can be easily destroyed, including King's Landing.

But the magic goddess Mitharis just glanced at everyone and her eyes fell on Junlin.

Then, she actually laughed.

"They didn't really kill me," she said.

"No one can grasp all the details, and I didn't expect them to choose to share the spoils like this." Junlin replied with a smile: "But the general direction is fine."

"Yes." Mitharis nodded.

"Then... I will complete what they haven't completed. Speaking of which, it would be better to do it yourself." Jun Lin said to take out the fragments of the divine nature.

The magic goddess Mitharis raised her hand, and the fragments of the divine figure had returned to her body.

But she did not recover from this, and her broken divine nature could not be like it was before.

Mitharis's body trembled slightly, as if she was feeling the return of power, and then frowned and said, "It's a little too much."

"I don't mind helping you digest some." Junlin spread his hands.

So Mitharis raised her hand and a small piece of divine fragment fell into Junlin's hand. She even teased: "Women to bless you?"

Junlin shrugged: "No. I may meet a friend I haven't seen for a long time in a few days."

"That's right, we must always prepare for the new members in the future." Mitharis smiled.

Then she looked at Pope Yabrasin and Archbishop Loyinna: "You have done a good job, you are devout believers. When the time comes, I will give you a commendation. As for now, continue to obey the king's orders and absolutely keep a secret about what will happen next, do you understand?"

Everyone was trembling.

What's going on?

What is the situation?

Why is this happening?

They are completely unable to understand.

The Magic Goddess has looked at King Landing: "Look at you."

"I've always looked at me." Junlin smiled.

Then he punched!

A punch hit the magic goddess Mitharis.

The violent fist was crazily blasted out, and Mitharis, who was reborn, showed a painful expression.

But she did not resist, but just endured it silently, and even refused to allow the rebound of divine power. She even said, "Your power is still lacking!"

"Then there is nothing I can do, so I have to borrow a magic weapon first. Nikola, don't talk to me. This is not a battle, nor is it a reinforcement!" Although I knew that Nikola had agreed, Junlin still reiterated that a complete set of magic weapons had appeared on his body, and his power was soaring.

"Die! Today, I am the God-Devourer!!!"

With the roar, King Land raised all its power to the extreme, launched a storm-like attack, and landed on the magic goddess Mitharis. Finally, the magic goddess, who had been extremely injured, made a painful tremor.

"It's not enough!" she sternly said, "You are too weak!"

As he said that, he pointed at King Lin and the divine light soared into the sky.

A golden wave surged from Junlin's body, condensed a sharp blade and slashed it at Mitharis, who opened his arms to embrace the death.

brush!

The divine blade swung down and slashed Mitharis.

Accompanied by the whistling pain, Mitharis shone brightly in her body.

She collapsed in the horn, her divine body collapsed, her divine nature, divine power, and even her divine nature, everything dissipated at this moment and would never exist again.

A true god really died like this!

"Vomit!" Junlin fell to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole body twitched like a slapped.

Although Mitharis has been extremely restrained and extremely weak, as a true god, even if the terrifying power from her is just a slight rebound, Junlin suffered heavy damage. The burden brought by the use of magical tools and the impact of giving all their strength made Junlin herself unable to bear it.

The next moment, the artifact was retracted, and Jun Lin was almost lying on the ground like a paralyzed person.

"Damn it, it's just another battle with Ramalo." Jun Lin cursed.

The tree of truth is growing quietly.

Precedent for Truth Fruit: Successfully kill a true god, as the first elect to kill the true god, the precedent achievement is achieved, and in the future, you will ignore the power of God to a certain extent in the process of fighting against God.

"It's not bad, but I guess the gods won't like this." Jun Lin said with a low smile.

Nicholas's voice also smiled softly: "This is the most shameless and cheapest God-killing I have ever seen."

"The best plan is to let your opponent cooperate." Junlin stretched: "I hope it will work when I kill you in the future."

"I hope so." Nicholas disappeared after a bubbling.

"King the Land!" Anne and the others shouted from afar.

Junlin suddenly became energetic and sat up suddenly.

Then Diana, Tifa and others were already running towards him.

Tifa was extremely fast and was the first to rush into Junlin's arms and threw himself into his arms.

Junlin was knocked down on the spot: "My aunt, why are you so heavy now that you almost killed me?"

Tifa looked at Junlin with tears in her eyes, and she said, "Bachilang is dead."

"Bachilang? You call him Bachilang?" Jun Lin asked.

"He actually..." Tifa lowered his head: "He is not bad, he is just... he is just obsessed with it."

"Oh, I'm a little jealous when you say that." Junlin touched her hair.

Tifa asked seriously: "Will you mind?"

"I used to think I wouldn't mind." Junlin remembered the conversation between him and Loyna at that dance: "I once said that if my woman changes her mind, she will be incompetent. But some things are just something. No, I will be jealous."

So Tifa bowed his head sadly.

"What's the situation?" Junlin saw that Tifa was in a wrong state.

Diana and others had also come here at this time.

Annie and others rushed to Junlin excitedly, and Diana said coldly: "Kisimoto Hachichiro's remaining spirits are immortal, forming an obsession and following Tifa."

"What? No?" Jun Lin was shocked and grabbed Tifa's hand.

Depend on.

It's true!

A stand-in similar to Fiona.

A presence full of wild and violent aura.

Without a contract, it was Kishimoto Hachichiro himself who poured everything he had, his faith, and his power on Tifa.

He became Tifa's guardian spirit.

An extremely powerful guardian spirit.

But this has no meaning to King's Landing.

He can easily get rid of it.

He looked at Tifa, and Tifa shook his head gently: "Don't..."

Junlin understands it.
To be continued...