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Chapter 445 The Demon King Doesn’t Want to Work Anymore

"The timid." The blond god's red lips parted slightly, and his contemptuous eyes almost became real strength.

timid.

These three short words echoed on the huge battlefield and could not be dispersed for a long time.

The next moment, even the terrifying giant beast disappeared without a trace.

back off.

The whispers in the darkness reached the minds of every Eternal Night god. They saluted one after another, obeyed the supreme king's order, and disappeared into the spreading darkness.

After the God of Eternal Night completely disappeared, low sobbing sounds resounded among the gods of light. They lay on the chest of their companions, tears streaming down their faces, full of joy and sorrow, trembling bodies and mournful expressions, compared to sake. Burned by the fire, even hotter and more crazy.

This is a devastating blow, making the god of light growing in the ivory tower realize that it is terrible outside the light.

The embarrassed Agatha and the blood-stained Lucy stood up, commanding the bewildered gods, with sadness lingering on their faces, but the two gods still puffed out their chests, yelling and giving orders.

At the end of the war, they have to start to calm their hearts and clean up the mess on the battlefield. Since they are in that position, they must protect these people who have no independent opinion.

This is both a responsibility and an obligation.

Suddenly, the lifeless gods of light turned into dots of golden light, and they dissipated and closed together, like bright stars all over the sky, and the radiant star points gathered into the hands of one god.

"Pfister." Lucy called out meaninglessly.

Agatha, who went to the battlefield, wiped the black blood on the armor, smiled with the corners of her mouth curled up, and quickly returned to her arrogant look.

Pfister collected those brilliance, and after being blessed by his own divine power, it flowed to the injured body again. It was the rain and dew that the earth suffered after drying up for a long time. The fatal wound was healed in the blink of an eye, and the painful wailing disappeared in the domain of God among.

Pfister has always been the center of the Divine Realm of Light.

The gods who received the favor were very grateful. They bent down to salute, hugged their companions happily, and enjoyed the joy and ecstasy of the rest of their lives.

"We actually lost this time." Lucy, who had been in charge of trivia and wartime support in God's Domain, chatted with Agatha: "Once Pfister comes here, we have nothing to do."

Agatha looked at Lucy who was two heads shorter than her, inserted the long sword back into her waist, and shook her curly curly hair, a rare tease for this serious and arrogant god.

"My Lucy, you are much better than me. When I was fighting on the battlefield, the blood on my face made me miserable. At least you can still stand behind. The smell that just gushes out is unimaginable. .Lord of light, I don’t want to experience it again in my life.”

Please, don't have another war.

It's not that they can't afford it, but that the godheads and priesthoods in the Light God's Domain seldom have combat aspects, and most of them are in the Land of Eternal Night, as if. . . . . .Maybe, someday, but not now.

"Of course." Lucy curled her lips, and she flicked Agatha's armor: "I am noble Lucy."

The corner of Agatha's mouth twitched slightly, and she didn't know what she was thinking before, but she took the initiative to walk to the god's side: "Come on, you stinky woman."

(End of this chapter)