I Captivate the Player

After a long time, his body gradually trembled, his black hair instantly turned white, and many wrinkles appeared on his face.

He suddenly became older at this moment.

An old man with white hair came out of the room, and a female knight with green hair was outside the room.

This female knight has dark green hair, delicate face, fair skin, serious expression, wearing light but not gorgeous silver armor.

She knelt on one knee, waiting for the old man to appear.

The female knight raised her head, frowned and said, "High Priest, your hair..."

"this is nothing."

The white-robed old man is one of the three highest priests. He is Green, who represents the God of Victory and often conveys oracles.

Green said calmly, "Yvette."

"Time left for the church...is running out."

"I have seen it in the church, about the new decree of God, let us prepare for the end of failure."

Yvette's face was full of disbelief.

As a top knight, she rarely lost her composure and argued loudly.

"How is it possible? We have the protection of the three glorious monarchs, you and many other priests, many loyal knights, it is absolutely impossible to..."

The old man shook his head, and said calmly: "They are too powerful, and the power of mortals cannot defeat these evils at all."

"They claim to be the fourth natural disaster, and at the same time, they do have incalculable destructive power. Our fate is already doomed."

When the old man said this, he was silent. For more than 100 years, he has been guarding everything in the holy city, and he cherishes every bit of it here.

Even though he was convinced that God would win in the end, the news that the holy city would inevitably fall still gave him a huge blow.

The old man continued: "But the destruction of the church is only temporary, and faith is immortal. The real victory will always belong to the Glorious Three Sovereigns. Our God has pointed the right direction."

"Yvette, live and witness all this with your own eyes."

Yvette clenched her fingers, but still lowered her head.

"Follow the oracle of the Glorious Three Sovereigns."

The old man said again: "Yvette, you must pay attention to a man named Samuel."

"Samael..."

Of course Yvette had heard of him and knew the man very well.

The legendary king of monsters, the terrifying lord of Andochir, the mastermind behind the manipulation of the puppet queen, the greatest enemy of the gods, and the root of all nightmares and evils.

The most treacherous Samuel.

"Yes, I will definitely pay attention to him."

Chapter 390 You, kill me!

The infinite city of dreams.

Basil took a deep breath and slowly sat on the ground.

The current Basil is completely different from before, with a gray face, tattered clothes, and all kinds of strange liquids all over his body.

But at this time, Basil was no longer in the mood to clean himself.

He is tired.

In fact, in the state of soul, he will not experience muscle fatigue.

This fatigue comes from his soul, his spirit, his thinking, his memory.

simply put.

Tired.

Basil seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be asking in doubt: "Ashmore...how many days have we been here?"

"How many people have we killed? How many trash fish have we crushed?"

"Will it continue like this?"

"Why is that?"

"We, do we still have a way to go out? It seems that it has been a long time, and we have not been able to stop."

"Ashmore?"

But no matter how Basil asked again, Ashmo had no intention of answering.

Because... Ashmore was tired too.

The nihilist was even more hysterical at this time, and his eyes were full of madness.

In fact, Ashmo saw far more thoroughly than Basil, so he was more painful and desperate.

Finally he spoke.

"Basil, we're hopeless!"