Chapter 135 (2/2)

”Don't you understand, Kyle knight? It's wise to take refuge in others.”

”Hum, Mary, do you understand what you're talking about?! those who betray our Lord will fall into an endless abyss and fall into a long sleep.”

The Kyle knight was awe inspiring with justice. He pulled out his blood sword and took it out of the scabbard at any time to kill sister Mary, a blasphemer.

The source of the power of the magistrates is the gods they believe in. If the faith is not pure enough, not only can it not release the divine arts, but also the level of cultivation will be buried.

Blasphemers will be punished by the gods. For example, the believers of the God of fire will catch fire and burn into ashes, and the believers of the Lord of light will glow and heat, and finally burst into a mass of streamer.

In the final analysis, the power of a deity is subject to the gods and is not free.

”If you dare to disrespect our Lord, even if you are a nun, you will be severely punished!”

”Kyle, you shouldn't be a fool.”

Sister Mary smiled. Kyle didn't pull out his sword to kill her at the first time. Obviously, he was shaken in his heart and was still weighing the pros and cons.

So Mary spread out her hands, a holy light brewing, exploding the silver cross.

Medium level magic, silent holy cross!

”You see, even if I have only a trace of faith in the God of dream spirit, I can still perform a complete divine skill.”

Kyle pondered for a while. His mind ran and thought of a rich believer who talked with him at night a few days ago. The other party was actually a member of the tulip family.

After the opening of the different dimensional battlefield, the three major forces have laid a back hand.

The dark tide surged and the wind swept.

Looking at the burning grassland and trees, the sky rolled up a sea of clouds, gray and white, which stunned Kyle.

He remained silent and raised his eyes.

In the sky, he saw signs that the storm was brewing.

……

Night, graveyard.

”Quack, quack, quack!”

A black crow stood on the branch, raised his small eyes and smelled the smell of rotten meat in the air.

Below, on a beautiful cruciform coffin, sat a skeleton of the dead shrouded in black robes, and a forest white flame reigned in the eyes.

The blazing flame, mixed with a flash of golden color, reflects twelve black potential auras around the dead. The aura is wrapped around thorns and vines, revealing a smell of withered bones and decay.

Necromancer, with the pure energy contained in Wangzai milk, the injury will heal and the potential will restart!!

Twelve potential auras, breaking the limit of the human body 12 times, this is an amazing number!

Even in the white bone wasteland, captured by the strong men of the Kalan Empire, he only exposed the level of nine potential auras.

As a veteran cadre of the sprouting new demon king and the strongest who is about to embark on the Golden Road, he has a bold idea.

The following crimes, seek to seize the heritage of Meng's new demon king, and then greatly enhance your strength!

If you are lucky, you can even inherit the will of the unknown demon God and become an advanced demon king!

Jump repeatedly in the camp of the God of the dead and the unknown demon God. As long as you are careful, you can seek more interests.

”It's almost time to do it.”

The necromancer whispered, tearing a heavy space barrier through special contact. He monitored Xiao Han's every move.

The bone ring once given to Mengxin demon king, and the pouring souls have become his long-range vision, so as to reveal the secret of the demon king.