Duke of Grief

The raging fire burned in a dark tunnel of flesh and blood, carbonizing the flesh and blood around it, and the smell of burnt smell permeated the entire passage.

Cervantes raged through Leviathan, a behemoth, so fast that he dragged a long and unending flame in the air.

The turbulent airflow was wrapped in a thin layer of flame, and surrounded by this black dragon. Every step he stepped on was like thunder, and all the zergs mobilized by the master were split into pieces by him and instantly turned into wind. The hoisted fly ash spilled into every corner of Yongdao.

The madness revealed from the bone of the black dragon. The master with powerful psionic power had already felt the madness of the black dragon when he started to approach.

This black dragon is taking a'straight line'-not that he has no obstacles in the way ahead, nor is it that the Yongdao he is taking is a straight line, but that he has the strength to go straight!

No matter what is blocking in front, as long as all those things are destroyed, then is it not a road?

In the face of such an enemy, the master screamed: "I curse you--"

The immeasurable and vast mass of spirits can converge to the master through the network of psionic energy across time and space, pass through Leviathan's flesh and blood, and do not come into contact with any matter.

Thousands of zergs each contributed their own psionic power. They do not know why this is, but they know that this is the command of the master.

The command is supreme!

Regardless of your tenacious will, regardless of your divine nature, regardless of your ability to use divine power, powerful and unmatched-but can you stand alone against an entire group of me?

The soul of the dominator seems to be burning, and it suddenly blooms infinitely clear, so powerful that it can make the three gods cast their attention and understand the specific location of the dominator.

Even the gods with powerful divine power dare not touch such a vast and powerful psionic power, and no one can save you! !

Crazy'burns' with the soul of the master, even if he is the commander of this group, even if the psionic network is built on the basis of his soul, but even him, he cannot mobilize so many spirits at once can.

This means that He will be injured and the offensive of the ethnic group will be disturbed.

However, he now has no time to manage so much!

"--dead!!!"

The vast sea of ​​psionic energy was suddenly turbulent, and the will of the master set off a sea of ​​turbulence, and a huge psionic energy capable of shaking time and space rushed to Cervantes under His drive.

But at this moment, the three powerful gods suddenly smiled on their faces, grabbing.

Their eyes penetrated the flesh and blood of the giant beast, firmly locked in the existence known as the'master', and noticed the radiant and splendid spiritual energy lingering beside him.

But without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pressed down!

...No, what's going on! ?

What happened to these three gods! ?

Is their brain sick? !

The dominator uttered an incredible scream, mixed with unknown horror and shock.

He had never seen such a god, did they not care about themselves? Do they not pay attention to their own interests?

Why do they do this? Does the death of a legendary black dragon have a great impact on them?

These doubts dominated by the king can never be answered, because the three gods directly defeated the mighty psionic energy, and the suddenly exploding large spirits can make them themselves violently shocked, even under the protection of the divine shield , Also let them suffer a lot of trauma!

I saw that the Divine Shield suddenly shattered, and the somewhat sullen Zerg suddenly aroused, violently shaking its wings and striking the three heavenly giants.

Only the spirit impregnated by the will of the lord will not collapse, and according to his intentions, pierce into the head of the black dragon.

But before that, Cervantes had already taken off, flying an endless flame behind him, pushing his body forward.

With a swing of his right leg, he cut the meat wall of the chamber that wrapped the dominating body with one foot.

Even if the nutrient solution with its own high pressure is ejected from the wide crack, it cannot push Cervantes out.

When he slammed down on the ground and looked up, the raging psionic energy happened to hit his mind.

The dominating consciousness seemed to go along with this psionic energy, traversed into the soul of the black dragon, and saw the seemingly illusory, but the tenacious silk thread, the end of the silk thread connected another legendary strongman, let her and this black dragon Like two sides of one body, twin souls.

Moving on, He saw another holy emblem with golden radiance, and a woman's face was carved on the holy emblem.

This holy emblem is dazzling, the main body seems to be stitched together by various precious metals, and it is dotted with hundreds of beautiful and precious stones. At a glance, the master can feel a powerful momentum and shocked him. soul.

And through this holy emblem, the consciousness of the master began to keep rising, but he could clearly see the pictures, either shocked, or excited faces.

Many men and women, young and old, many people have fixed their sights and movements. Although the expressions on their faces come alive, they are all stiff, as if time has stopped.

At this moment, the master felt the eyes of thousands of people, they were watching him, and they poured his full attention on him.

This thought terrified him, and he felt fear from it!

After that, time flows.

"Go on!!!"

Thousands of shouts sounded at the same time, arms were standing upright, and people waved their arms fanatically.

The reflection of the light curtain is reflected in their eyes, and the picture in it is what he looks like!

The cry of the millions of people trembling the mind that made him wake up like a dream and cast a terrified look on the black dragon directly in front of him.

Latinia uses itself as a server, using Cervantes's eye as a camera, and broadcasts everything on this battlefield in real time through the belief network.

The soul docked with Joanna, who is the'God of the Internet', spread the live broadcast signal and sent it to every church and every mobile phone.

The gods quickly passed the Internet access request, even provided divine power, made a big screen, and broadcast the live broadcast to all the people.

Whether it is a businessman or a doctor, whether it is a knight or a mercenary, whether it is a royal prince or a civilian!

They all looked up and watched the black dragon break into the monster's body to destroy and kill all the way, watching him die again and again, and seeing him breaking through all the obstacles like a bamboo, and came to the final enemy.

By this time, even the dullest people couldn't help but start shouting!

"--Go on!!!

"Defeat it!!!"

Cervantes twitched a finger suddenly, his tight muscles gradually relaxed, and he could see that a stream of air was swirling towards him.

Breath returns to the body, just as his soul returns again!

The blood vessels on the whole body jumped suddenly under the cover of the scales, and the muscles also swelled again, extremely terrible.

Thousands of people fanatical beliefs came to the Black Dragon across a long distance.

Their thoughts supported Cervantes, freeing him from the shackles of death and returning to the world!

"Seth, come on!"

The lively, always enthusiastic voice rang in his ears, Cervantes raised his arm hard.

"Seth, come on!"

The cold, but always supporting his voice rippling in the bottom of his heart, Cervantes finally moved.

The nutrient solution in the chamber was already evaporated by the flame lingering around the black dragon, and dried up so that only one piece of cake remained.

Cervantes suddenly clenched his fists, his body burst into flames, violently surging, light and shadow swaying frantically on the surrounding meat walls.

When the heat wave licked the body, the master's consciousness turned from panic. The first thing that caught his eyes was the fierce and evil eyes!

Seeing that Cervantes took the second and third steps, the master panicked again to gather psionic energy.

"I have the help of tens of thousands of ethnic groups!" He screamed as if squeezing out fear.

"--How could you win me!?"

The fierce flames quickly shuttle through the blood vessels, and the bursting power is saved and brewed in the body!

The black dragon opened his terrible and terrible mouth~www.NovelMTL.com~ The staggered fangs and teeth separated, and the hoarse voice came out of the throat: "If you have it, will I not?"

With indescribable glints in his eyes, Cervantes laughed and laughed wildly.

The dominating psionic energy burst into bloom, but the black dragon's figure also flashed horribly.

All the pictures around were stretched and stretched, as if pulled back by a sudden gust of wind.

Only the clenched fist has always been in the picture!

"Go on!!!"

As an arcanist once said, ‘all miracles come from the soul’-the tremendous beliefs together push that fist forward!

Can see, the air ripples in layers; can see, if the actual spirit can be penetrated; can see, the head of the big bug appeared before the fist!

Cervantes slammed his punch, and the flesh under his fist exploded instantly, covering every corner of the blackened chamber!

However, the dominating soul has long been released from the body. This is just one of his bodies. As long as the soul is transferred to the next body, he will not die, and he will still be the'dominator'!

But with the sound of non-existence, the infinite conviction surged, and Latina and Serena released the attack through Cervantes' body at the same time, penetrating the soul of the master!

The ruler is like a poor man standing on the shore against the tsunami, instantly swallowed by the waves...

He is dead, the war is over!

And Leviathan uttered the last whine. Under the double attack of the gods and the three gods, there was no master to dispatch, and the overwhelming beast finally died.

Cervantes straightened his body, sighed for a long time, closed his eyes, and looked tired.

The war is finally over...

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