Night Crow Master

"Tsk tusk tusk, isn't this Akboramo? Formed an alliance with the steam knight and the eye of the storm, crusade against the **** in the mist of my crimson church."

Above the blood tree, there was a sound.

A weird voice resembling a child and an old man resounded across the plane.

"I'm still surprised, who actually released those disgusting things near my site, it was you."

咚咚, 咚咚——

Akboramo, who does not have the structure of a heart, seemed to hear the sound of a heartbeat.

Damn, how could the Duke of the Blood Tree appear here?

Is there a plane where the Duke of the Blood Tree raises the Blood Tree nearby?

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

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

Have you just escaped from the spider web of the eight-limbed **** and rushed into the crimson forest of the Duke of Bloodtree?

Why are you so unlucky?

Or is it that the Duke of the Blood Tree also joined forces with the eight-limbed god?

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

The thing he was attacked this time was that the Duke of the Blood Tree and the Eight-Limb God worked together to calculate it?

hateful!

.......

At the same time, in the world in the shell, above 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 bright red gardens.

On this sunless plane, a blood moon is permanently embedded in the center of the red moon.

Walking 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 fell on the vast blood-colored plants and fell on the lush low flowers, also infecting her fair skin.

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

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

There is no hot summer or cold winter here, but the flowers here are eternal. As long as the owner of the castle is here, they will grow undefeated and never die.

She is the waiter who serves the castle owner, the **** called the Duke of the Blood Tree.

Or, the saint of the Crimson Church.

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

It was a man with luxurious costumes dressed in bright red, like wizard robes and noble costumes.

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

Seeing this scene, the figure sighed:

"The power of faith, after using the entire plane and the blood moon to do a two-level transit filter, the blood tree as the third level filter still cannot avoid the impact. The ancient gods’ roads are indeed inferior, but compared to the wizard’s roads, the speed It's still very fast, and it will almost be able to restore the strength in the glorious world. How do you call it? Multi-level five?"

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

"But it's okay. Reverse the path of original sin? Only the devil can worry about its threat." The Duke of the Blood Tree with pointed ears, like a female elf, flipped his wrists, "If I was still on the path of prophecy, I would still worry. But now, giving up the path of prophecy?"

"There is no threat to me anymore."

"On the contrary, I have to thank the little spider for pulling the **** of the mist out of the mist vortex, breaking this thing down, and then I will be able to recover the part of the power I lost due to the loss of the glory rule blessing ."

"Fast, and Rosa, I didn’t expect that I would regain my strength ahead of you? It’s useless even if you two hug each other. After I regained my strength, you two guys who haven’t regained their strength yet. , Just wait to die."

Hatred lingers in her eyes:

"When the Glory World suffered a disaster, you gave up your allies and parted ways with the North Duke. What can you do to resist? You are not as lucky as the North Duke. After the Glory World fell apart, he gained even more powerful strength. And you, there is nothing."

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

After muttering a few words to herself in a mocking tone, she finally turned her gaze to the scarlet plants that were flying towards her.

"Speaking of which, the original sin path also has the benefits of the original sin path. The residue of ideas within the power of faith can be absorbed directly without being cleared and filtered."

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

"Thank you, God of Eight Limbs."

A smile came out from the corner of his mouth, Duke Blood Tree:

"Since I took the bodies of Rufu and the Elf Queen in the Glory Cataclysm and began to linger, I have not been so happy."

With a vigorous wave of her right hand, the bright red, still-activated plants all came to a halt, and she forcibly tore out the vivid will that was originally swaying in those plants.

The thought residue intercepted by the filter function was torn out abruptly and crumpled in the air.

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

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

Looking at the gradually forming monster, the Duke of Blood Tree narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's really ugly, forget it, it's even uglier than the **** in the mist."

Reaching out his hand and making a grasping posture, the newly formed devil was completely disintegrated in the powerful force.

As for the blood-colored plants, after the residue of faith was cut off, a blood-colored force surged from the body, which condensed into blood-colored crystals on the surface of the body.

"The purity is not bad, but you still have to take a moment to carefully clean up the residue."

After thinking for a moment, the Duke of the Blood Tree shook his head helplessly: "I hope I can get enough information from the corpse of the **** in the mist."

After she finished talking to herself, she cast her gaze down, the crimson saint who was waiting respectfully:

"What's the matter with you?"