Night Raven Master

Chapter 479

"Tsk tsk tsk, isn't this Akbo Ramon? He has formed an alliance with the steam knight and the eye of the storm to attack the God of Mist of my Crimson Church."

On the blood tree, there was a sound.

A strange voice like a child and an old man resounded throughout the plane.

"I'm still surprised, who actually released those disgusting things near my site, it turned out to be you."

Boom, boom——

Akbol Ramon, who does not have the structure of a heart, seems to hear the sound of a heartbeat.

Damn it, why did Duke Blood Tree appear here?

Is there a plane near here where the Blood Tree Duke raises the Blood Tree?

Impossible, this area should be the hardest-hit area of ​​space convection, and the planes cannot exist stably. The planes around here are all dead planes, just like the blood tree, the power of an entire plane is only Can grow a blood tree.

In any case, the Duke of the Blood Tree has discovered his incident through the Blood Tree, and it is already irreversible.

Just escaped from the spider web of the eight-legged god, and ran into the crimson forest of Duke Blood Tree again?
Why are you so unlucky?

Or is it that the Duke of the Blood Tree has joined forces with the God of Eight Limbs?

It is possible that, as targets targeted by other churches of gods, the Duke of the Blood Tree and the God of Eight Limbs may have joined forces at some point.

The fact that he was attacked this time was calculated by the Duke of Blood Tree and the God of Eight Limbs?
hateful!

At the same time, in the world in the shell, on a plane full of crimson trees.

A huge castle stands in the center of the plane.

Around the castle, countless bright red plants bloomed into a bright red garden.

In this sunless plane, a blood moon is forever embedded in the center of the red moon.

Stepping on the neat stone road, a woman in a bright red dress walked through the bright red garden and walked towards the huge castle in the center of the castle.

The blood-colored light sprinkled on the vast blood-colored plants, fell on the lush low flowers, and also infected her fair skin.

The bloody power condensed on the beautiful petals like morning dew, shining like a red crystal.

The woman in the red dress glanced at the plants that were constantly absorbing the blood-colored power from the blood-colored moon, paused slightly, and then walked towards the huge castle without any hesitation.

There is neither hot summer nor cold winter here, but the flowers here are eternal. As long as the owner of the castle is here, they will bloom undefeated and never wither.

She is the servant who serves the master of the castle, the god called the Duke of Blood Tree.

In other words, the saint of the Crimson Church.

At this moment, a figure flew out from the center of the castle.

It was a man in a bright red, luxurious costume that looked like a wizard's robe or aristocratic costume.

When he flew out from the blood tree plane, countless blood-colored thorns and plants swarmed out from the surrounding gardens on this bright red plane.

Seeing this scene, the figure clicked his tongue:
"The power of faith, after using the entire plane and the blood moon to do two-level transfer filtering, the blood tree as the third-level filtering still cannot avoid the impact. The road of ancient gods is indeed inferior, but compared to the road of wizards, the speed It's still very fast, almost able to restore the strength of the Glory World, how do you call it? Multi-level five?"

"I really didn't expect that the spider in the shell world without the rules of the world would hide so deeply."

"But it doesn't matter, the path of reversing original sin? Only the devil will worry about its threat." With pointed ears, the Duke of Blood Tree turned his wrist like a female elf, "If I still follow the path of prophecy, I will still be worried. But now, have you given up the path of prophecy?"

"It's no longer a threat to me."

"On the contrary, I have to thank that little spider for drawing the main body of the God of Mist out of the mist vortex and breaking it down, so that I can recover the part of the power that I lost due to the loss of the blessing of the Glory Rule .”

"Fast, and Rosa, didn't you expect that I would recover my strength before you? Even if you two hold together, it's useless. After I regained my strength, you two guys who haven't recovered their strength , just wait to die."

There is hatred in her eyes:

"When Glory World suffered a disaster, you gave up your allies and parted ways with the Duke of the North. What resistance can you do? You are not as lucky as the Duke of the North. After the Glory World fell apart, he gained a stronger power. And you have nothing."

"Under the crisis of death, the true nature will be revealed, and the abandoned allies will become stronger,"

After talking a few words to herself in a mocking tone, she finally turned her gaze to the bloody plants flying towards her.

"Speaking of which, the path of original sin also has the benefits of the path of original sin. The residue of thoughts in the power of faith can be directly absorbed without clearing and screening."

"Although there is no time to waste energy on the path of original sin, the power of original sin is still effective. The plan to deal with the God of Mist, which has been prepared for 1000 years, has been put on hold for so long, and it can finally come in handy."

"Thank you so much, God of Eight Limbs."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the Duke of Blood Tree:
"I haven't been so happy since I took the bodies of Luf and the Elf Queen in the Glory Cataclysm and started to live on my last breath."

With a strong wave of her right hand, those bright red plants that were still alive all came to a standstill, and she forcibly tore out the fresh will that was originally moving in those plants.

The thought residue intercepted by the function of the filter was pulled out abruptly and kneaded into a ball in the air.

A twisted, lump-like monster condensed in the air.

"Speaking of which, this thing feels like a devil."

Looking at the gradually formed monster, the Blood Tree Duke narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's really ugly, forget it, it's even uglier than the God of Mist."

Stretching out his hand and making a grasping gesture, the newly formed devil-like body was completely disintegrated by the overwhelming force.

As for those blood-colored plants, after the residues of belief were cut off, blood-colored power gushed out of their bodies, condensing into blood-colored crystals on the surface of their bodies.

"The purity is not bad, but it still takes a little time to carefully clean up the residue."

After thinking for a moment, the Duke of Blood Tree shook his head helplessly: "I hope to get enough information from the corpse of the God of Mist."

After talking to herself, she turned her eyes to the crimson saint who was waiting respectfully:
"What's the matter with you?"

(End of this chapter)