This sudden speculation made the two of them feel a long-lost uneasy.

But besides Russell, who else is behind Huai Shi?

God? Which god? It can't be the one taken away by the Golden Dawn? Mamakiria? Or a specimen in the ancestral courtyard?

But if the gods become active again, the land of nowhere should be able to see signs through the changes of the pillar of the divine marrow.

Or will the pilot have those zombies without self?

It's not the destructive element that hides behind the scenes, right?

Countless possibilities emerge from my heart and were quickly denied.

But when the thoughts swam to the end of countless assumptions, Woodman couldn't help but frown. This speculation that could only rely on the wind and shadows, this unfounded familiar smell, and this feeling of being deliberately guided...

It was as if you could hear Loki hiding behind the scenes' sharp laughter.

Damn it!

The originally calm mood gradually began to get restless.

Uncontrollable, angry.

What happened? Once the old turtle was mixed with, it began to become painful!

Who knows if this is the smoke released by Loki, which specializes in setting up a suspicion array to disturb their minds and thoughts? But at the same time... it is indistinguishable. What if this is an empty city plan that is just a trap, what should it be?

It is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

As long as Loki is still alive for a day, all information and information involving him cannot be easily trusted. If you want to fully support him, you can only respond step by step through the objective situation you have seen.

In addition, all guesses will only turn to the worst outcome because I may have jumped into the trap from the moment I start thinking about the future!

But no matter what, the importance and threat of Huai poetry must be raised one level.

Even more difficult than Vice President Isaac...

I can't let this guy stay here again and get in the way!

"As you can see, Huai Shi and the ideal country he represents have more than that."

Yaresta was the first to speak: "If you want to solve the problem, you may not be able to rely on something as light as a spell. 'We' need to be treated more cautiously."

"us?"

The tax officer who lost his country sneered and gave no face: "You are the troubles that you have made from the golden dawn, so let others wipe their butts? It would be easier to do without you."

"But without Golden Dawn, don't you have to face the ideal country?"

Woodman sneered and retorted without raising his nose: "I want me to say that now you are not facing the desperate mythical lineup of the Ideal Country seventy years ago, but a group of unsuccessful ghosts. It is reasonable and everyone should say thank you to us.

But if you let it go, it may not be like this."

The gloomy chill in the words made the entire hall silence for a brief moment. Under Woodman's reminder, the rulers from hell seemed to see a huge monster crawling over the city.

Once again, I recalled the shadows and shames created by the ideal country.

"Now it's just two people, Zhou Qi and Yun Zhongjun, one is a scholar, and the other is not even a fifth-level, and they are almost a big trouble for us."

Yaresta added calmly: "If I give him some more time and ask him to call out a few more, Osiris, the Black God and the White God, Heimdar, Nuada... what will things turn out then? Don't I need to remind you?"

Without waiting for others to express their opinions, he took the lead and said: "Without delaying the construction of the ladder, we will dispatch the king of heretics, Woodman and Bennett, but if he still has any other trump cards, he may not be able to beat them all in one go. At that time, no matter what consequences there are, the Golden Dawn will no longer be taken care of."

As soon as the words were spoken, the expressions of everyone in the hall changed one after another.

Be cautious, be puzzled or angry.

Or, how can I say it was the ideal country in the past? This look of my casual look is no different from the arrogant attitude in the past.

However, this time, the tax officials of the deceased country who had just been out of the matter at the meeting took the lead in speaking.

"The Defeated National Assembly dispatched the Wild Hunting Legion to assist you. In addition, that adult... is also interested in one of the goals."

The tax officer, who was like a mummy, raised his empty eyes and warned: "I hope you don't ignorant of raising your prey without authorization."

Immediately afterwards, the priest of the rancher said, "A saint will cooperate with your actions, but that giant beast will be left for us to deal with."

"The Sea of ​​Thunder will temporarily awaken the storm totem for you." The Dwarf King threw away the delicate metalized skull on his fingertips indifferently: "If there is a valuable prey, we will do it."

"We are the same." The jester agreed hoarsely.

...

Soon, in the dark hall, the rulers' opinions reached a consensus again.

Before the real war begins, we must first eliminate the disaster that is wandering among our confidants!

However, even if the general idea was decided, before the war began, there were still constant quarrels over the distribution and disposal of the spoils.

Woodman rolled his eyes, too lazy to waste time, but before leaving, he saw the deepest scene in the hall.

In that secluded darkness, Yaresta's expression...

Not excited or fanatical, just like a sculpture that is out of the way.

So calm.

"Tsk..."

Woodman frowned slightly and turned away

Under the dark sky, the earth roared.

The fog seemed to surge endlessly, spreading to the end of the world.

It is difficult to see the fierce aura hidden in it. Only the scarlet lingering in the mist, which cannot be dispelled, can show the hideousness of the giant beast.

Behemoth moved forward in the loud noise of the earth and the mountains.

Since the curtain created by Yun Zhongjun, the huge giant beast has become like a ghost, and it is difficult to guess its movements.

Only the sound of chewing when eating continues to echo.

It makes the scalp numb.

"Oh, it's just a few minutes late, and it seems that someone's backyard is dug up a lot." Woodman smiled strangely and glanced at the gloomy dwarf king, not hiding his mockery.

The dwarf king snorted coldly, and the iron-cast skull in his hand was crushed to pieces. He raised his thin and slender hand and grabbed the heavy fog in the projection.

Just in the distance, the storm suddenly roared.

Amid the roar of thunder and thunder, a wave suddenly emerged from the thick fog. The power of the storm totem spanned a long distance under the will of the dwarf king. It suddenly came, causing the fog to shake violently like a blanket under the ravage of the invisible big hands.

Setting up a tide.

Immediately afterwards, a crack came.

Under the strangle of the storm, the heavy fog that had spread for hundreds of kilometers made a crack sound, emerging from the middle and expelled gaps, dancing and quickly dissipating.

On the earth, Behemoth's beast face was raised, and wisps of lightning shone on the horns.

In just a few hours, the monster actually achieved new growth again!

That look was even more exaggerated than the group of "tooths of blessing" under the rancher.

Just in the middle of the fog, in less than a few minutes, most of the city palaces had disappeared from the mouth of the greedy Taotie. The remaining towers still struggled to support their bodies, and had not collapsed. The strong wind blew, making a crying sound from the overlook of the rulers.

But what surprised everyone even more was that the giant beast seemed to have noticed a crisis falling from the sky. Before that, it decisively left behind the unfinished food and turned around and ran away!

Moreover, compared with the turbulence of the earth and mountains in the past, there is no sound of footsteps when I run away now, and the speed is still extremely fast.

The clumsy look on weekdays is just pretending to fool people!

If the dwarf king's reaction speed was slower, he might have to run out of the encirclement for this guy...

But now, it's too late!

Just as everything was exposed to the light of the sky, a dazzling light suddenly appeared above the sky, and the hell saint from the Land of Blessings fell from the sky like a meteorite!

On his arms like bones, countless gorgeous jewelry were wrapped around him, swaying in the wind, and the orbs embedded in the skull were shining in the light.

The solemn melody that praises the God of Hell was played under the will of the saint, forcibly suppressing the noisy sound in the wheel of light.

There is only the only voice of the real gods left between heaven and earth, and there is no room for Huai Shi to use it.

Immediately afterwards, the earth stirred, and countless dust rose in the cracks. Under the call of the pious chant, pale bone hands suddenly poked out from the cracks of the ground, climbing, and countless bones accumulated, forming a strange wonder that stretched out at the end of the road's sight.

It was a sacrifice formed by countless skeletons who dedicated themselves to the Tao. It accumulated countless bones into an insurmountable iron wall, completely blocking the domain within a radius of dozens of kilometers!

Before the saint of hell could do anything, the disaster of the jesters surged in the sky, and a cold dark green fire appeared in the empty air.

No open fire!

It looks like a flame, but the flaming light and shadow are essentially twisted vortexes formed from matter by a significant deepening of depth in a short period of time. Once it is contaminated, even the sublimator cannot avoid the distortion of the body and soul.

Assassin, the endless fire lights have been connected to each other, covering the sky and isolating the heaven and earth cycle of Yun Zhongjun, and then turned into a cover and covered the top of the Wall of Faith.

Deep in the earth, the worms with the dark eyes stirred up the lava madly and quickly shuttled through.

Everything is blocked in the sky, the earth and even the four directions.

In this small box, only prey with nowhere to escape was left.

The time for hunting is here!
To be continued...