Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

"The stars are falling!"

Just when the Holy Light God's Chosen stunned the dark elves, the high-level priest with a red face sitting behind him used all his strength to release a large-scale attack, and meteors filled the sky whistling and fell on the head of every enemy.

boom!boom!boom!

The Djinn Warlocks of the Coptic Slave Catchers Guild were naturally not comparable to the mutant greenskins outside the Glory Castle. Although they were surprised by the meteors all over their heads, there was not much fear on their faces.

Tens of thousands of people either held up shields or released spirits to cover the damage.

The explosion resounded throughout the world!

"Captain Barbaro, who are these people?"

In the escort of the Slave Catchers Guild, a warlock with a silver pot floating above his head floated to the side of the green turban.

"There are so many people in this world, how do I know who they are!"

Barbaro Tib responded angrily. He originally thought it would be an easy job this time, but he didn't expect it to be so troublesome after he arrived.

How did a bronze-level member provoke such a powerful enemy?

How did this army of people escape the surveillance magic at the border and within the territory?

Do you want to retreat now? !

The captain of the third escort team of the Slave Catchers Guild thought a lot at this moment.

Bang!

Under the continuous attacks of meteors and holy light skills, a flying carpet warrior of the White Beauty Slave Catching Group shattered the anti-magic shield in his hand and exploded in the subsequent concentrated fire attack. Fly ash.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

The death of this flying carpet warrior was like the firing of a signal gun to embrace death. A few hours ago, they used force to round up and tease "passers-by", and set off human fireworks one after another amidst desperate shouts.

A few minutes later, the White Beauty Slave Catching Group, which had a divine semi-hero, fifteen hundred semi-heroic members, and had just become famous in Coptic, was completely destroyed!

Its leader was shot into a hedgehog by the Twilight sisters from the Kingdom of Athel Loren before being blown to pieces.

Why would such a powerful team die in such a miserable state?

"Because they are too stupid. Before they have absolute strength, any waste of magic power and time will pave the way for their own death!"

If anyone asks about the reason for the demise of this new slave-catching group, Tipu Tib, the Coptic master who watched the whole process, will definitely extract this magic video from the city-state surveillance system and teach that person a lesson.

...

"Captain, are we still coming?"

"Fuck your brother-in-law! How can the goddess have such a stupid believer like you? Those people are all dead, what the hell are we doing! Who are you going to ask for money from? Retreat quickly!"

"Don't you need to report it to the chief?"

"Do you think that bad old man can't see you? Leave now!"

The Slave Catchers Guild escort team responded to the call for help and quickly rushed to the scene of the incident. After watching a good show and receiving a heavy beating, they left the scene in despair.

"Coptic, Tyrell..."

At this time, Chen Sheng, who had already joined Aisha Nilu and others, took a sharp look at the direction in which the Slave Catcher Guild's escort team was retreating. While writing down the two areas in his mind, he opened the Holy Light Secret Palace. Holy Light Portal.

"Elsa, Nilu, let's go home!"

He threw the tightly tied dark elves into the Holy Light Portal, and after the clergy and hippogryph knights returned, he held the hands of his wives and walked in.

......

In Coptic City, inside the chief’s exclusive Temple of the Djinn.

"What a magical teleportation spell~ I must get it. With it, everyone will crawl at my feet!"

A fat man with his hands covered with magic rings suddenly stood up from the back of a naked slave girl. He pointed at the magic projection on the wall and shouted excitedly.

"Tip~"

A soft, tickling voice that could seduce someone immediately appeared after the big fat man finished speaking.

"Oh~ Goddess, my Goddess, I'm here!"

Upon hearing this voice, Tipu Tipu, whose eyes were shining just now, and whose ambition and desire were about to turn into reality, was like a puppy summoned by its master. He crawled to the statue in the center of the temple on his hands and feet.

At this moment, in front of outsiders, the posture of this extremely powerful slave owner was no different from the human-shaped furniture scattered throughout this temple.

"I want you to find a way to seduce that person and make him a servant under my feet!"

As the voice sounded again, a female figure with an extremely voluptuous figure emerged from the statue.

Her glossy black waist-length hair, round big breasts, slim waist that seemed to be held in one hand, as well as her lustrous light blue skin and delicate and beautiful face, instantly captured the soul of this big slave owner as soon as she appeared. .

"Goddess, Goddess, am I not good enough?"

After hearing this, Tipu Tipu crawled forward again. He wanted to reach out and hug the legs of the person in front of him. He wanted to express his loyalty by kissing the toes of the goddess like the female slaves crawling at his feet.

But he forgot that his goddess did not have legs.

"Of course it's not that you didn't do well enough, my loyal believer."

The woman who walked out of the statue was the female djinn who took over the kingdoms of the Arabian Desert after the Pantheon of Nehekhara disappeared.

I don’t know if it’s to gain faith or if it’s just like that. Under its beautiful upper body, there is actually a “tail” similar to the “spirits”.

Before the female djinn appeared, the word "djinn" only referred to various elemental spirits sealed in magic oil lamp pots. However, after her appearance, the Arabs who accepted her belief deliberately added a " The word "female" is used to distinguish.

"It's just that I need to become stronger, and I need him to sincerely dedicate his strength, just like you~"

The female djinn looked at the big slave owner lovingly. Her body turned into substance when she got close to him.

"My goddess, I will definitely bring him here."

With his face held by a pair of small hands, Tipu Tipu felt that his body and mind were extremely comfortable at this moment. He seemed to see his goddess shyly kissing him...

"Hehehe... Come on, my little dog~"

The female djinn glanced disdainfully at the Coptic master who hugged the slave girl and kissed her violently, and her figure quickly disappeared into nothingness.

......

The Holy Light Secret Palace, the third floor of the Holy Light Hall, is the exclusive area of ​​the Holy Light Divine Chosen.

"Let me go! I am the princess of the Kingdom of Rollins! My father, Mars Rollins, is the king!"

In a small living room temporarily transformed into a prison, Amber Rollins, who was fixed on the cross by chains made of light ingots and ropes condensed by the power of holy light, finally couldn't help being ignored and unable to twist. In the state of moving his body, he cried out in collapse.

Several hours had passed since she was knocked unconscious and woke up to find herself imprisoned.

During this period of time, Amber had tried to activate her talent skills nearly a thousand times, but all ended in failure.

With the magic power in her body exhausted and unable to activate the magic wind, she could only admit defeat at that moment.