After the scum attack, I killed the system again

The battle in the topaz-colored hall is still going on. From the scene, it is obvious that Ibrahimovic, who suppressed his strength at the moment, has fallen into a disadvantage. The metallic shield has appeared under Le Ling's silver long sword. A small but not negligible crack.

"Stab——" A soft sound came from the place where the shield and sword met, and then looked at the crack across the entire shield surface.

The long sword pierced a silver flower, and just as Le Ling was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, he seemed to see some crystal broken light from the corner of his eye.

That is--

Touch the shield on the toes, and the cyan halo wrapped around the toes. Under the effect of the wind spell, Xiya's body became extremely light.

Dozens of bright lights appeared around the shield like reflections. Le Ling frowned and straightened up to pat the dust that did not exist on his body. Fragments the size of a fingernail slid from their original position and fell to the ground.

"This surprised me." Ibrahimovic's hoarse voice sounded, he took a step forward, and Le Ling also saw clearly the spar bodies that had just turned into thin lines, floating on Ibrahimovic like satellites Around his shield, he walked slowly around him, and he couldn't see that the murderous scene just now was caused by these crystals.

And as he walked out with this step, the halo of the shield that had been dimmed down became moist again, and even the crack that originally spanned the entire shield surface disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if everything just now was just It's just an illusion he released.

"You performed well just now, so what should you do next?" Le Leng pulled out the long sword he had just used to slow down the impact force from the ground, without any distress on his face, he smiled instead.

"I was very strange just now. In any case, what I have to do should not be to defeat a priest who can fight against the high gods without losing the wind. After all, I am just a tester, not a challenger, even if I am a priest of Ibrahimovic You have suppressed your strength, but for me to defeat you is nothing more than a dream." Le Ling raised his long sword again, pointing at the silent Ibrahimovic who was firmly protected by the shield.

"So there must be other ways to pass. In other words, the content of the assessment doesn't have to be to defeat you with spells or battle qi." A layer of platinum radiance covered the long sword, and Ibrahimovic's expression remained unchanged for thousands of years. After seeing this layer of brilliance, some changes finally occurred, Le Leng continued, "As a follower of His Majesty Sivir, in a way, the best way to prove yourself is to come from His Majesty Sivir's favor, Your Majesty The divine power bestowed on us?"

Platinum light poured out from the seal of God, and Le Len, who was surrounded by Sivir's divine power at this moment, couldn't see the slightest appearance of what was originally called the "Glory of God", or at this moment, he could also be regarded as the "Glory of God". Glory, but the god at this time has changed from Allah to Sivir.

"...You're right." Ibrahimovic looked at him, and finally gave up the idea of ​​continuing to fight. The gravel and spikes in the topaz-colored hall gradually sank into the ground, and the constantly rotating crystals and shields around him also dissipated. When he opened his eyes, his complexion returned to indifference, "You have so much my god's power, even if you can't break through my defense, I can't pierce what my god gave you with an attack, which is stronger than mine. Intense divine power."

Le Ling's ears moved, as if he heard a sense of unwillingness and jealousy, but he just blinked innocently on the surface, pretending not to notice anything.

"You have passed my level, so why do you need to go to the center of my god's temple?" Ibrahimovic looked at Le Leng.

Le Ling smiled and said: "Isn't there a seven-story temple behind? Do I need to tell the purpose so early?"

"No more," Ibrahimovic shook his head, "They are all dead, and I am the only one left to guard the last glory of my god in the temple."

When he said this, his voice was no longer hoarse, but it was still very flat. At the same time, what he said made Le Leng very puzzled: "...I heard from His Majesty Effie that all eight of you priests He has become His Majesty Sivir's servant, so he shouldn't lose his life due to the passage of time?"

"Effie...?" Ibrahimovic read the name once, and then sneered, "It's been a long time since I heard the name of the God of Gold. I should have seen the divine power that belongs to her in you."

Looking at his obviously unfriendly expression, Le Ling organized his words and said, "I think the relationship between His Majesty Effie and Sivir should be very good. Why do you have such an attitude, Priest?"

Ibrahimovic's brown eyes seemed to flash a hint of disgust, and then he said to Le Leng with a cold face: "Since you mentioned His Majesty the God of Wealth, I can probably guess that you are going to the Temple of My God The purpose of the center."

Le Leng remained silent. Indeed, if Effie said that her relationship with Sivir is good enough, and Ibrahimovic knows what is placed in the center of the temple, the reason why he appears here is also clear at a glance.

Ibrahimovic: "Presumably you are helping the God of Wealth to take away the godhead that originally belonged to her that was placed in the center of the temple."

"Actually, not all of them." Le Ling pondered for a moment, and replied simply, "I am not a follower of His Majesty Effie, and I came to His Majesty Sivir's temple with her just because I also need the Godhead of the God of Soul to relieve her. The contract on me."

Ibrahimovic glanced at him, and seemed to be able to see the black and red power of the contract wrapped around his body, he was a little surprised: "I didn't expect someone to sign the life soul contract at this time... But now I look at it. With your appearance, the life and soul contract seems to be only half completed, so there is no need to take the godhead of the soul god."

When he said this, a look of disapproval appeared on his face: "If it is not necessary, you can go to the puppet masters to change a similar body, and then transfer the soul to the new body through secret methods. The current one in the center of the temple Even I am not very clear about the situation, if it is the God of Gold who is going, I will naturally not stop it, but if it is you, I hope you will seriously consider the method I said, and don't act lightly."

Le Ling smiled wryly and shook his head: "To be honest, this body is not mine now. The original owner of the body was seriously injured because of the life-soul contract, and now he can only sink into the sea of ​​consciousness to rest, and I was tortured by others. To find the power of Godhead that can break the contract."

Then, thinking of what he just said, his face became more serious: "I don't quite understand what you mean, Priest Ibrahimovic. Just now you said that all the remaining priests have passed away, and now you say that the center of the temple is very danger, may I take the liberty to ask what happened?"

Ibrahimovic's complexion is not very good. Fortunately, his expression has not changed since he came out, and he did not bring much pressure to Le Ling at this time. He stretched out his hand and countless tiny magic power overflowed from his hand, falling Into the ground of topaz, with his magic power injected, the hall seems to have a little more brilliance.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, his face was not as ugly as before, and then he looked at Le Ling who had been waiting for his answer, and said: "If you want to know, then it will be a long time. It's a long story, and there are many secrets in it, I'm afraid that after you know this, it will be very difficult to leave the temple."

Le Ling smiled and said, "How do you know that this story brought me bad things?"

The white cloak on the back of Ibrahimovic's robe with a white background and gold pattern was thrown off by him. He turned and walked towards another passage that didn't know where it led. Le Ling could still hear his unhurried voice: "Since you have already sat down to make a decision, there is no reason for me to stop you from letting you know. After all, you have such a large amount of my god's power in your hands. As you said, knowing this matter is very important to you. It's not necessarily a bad thing either.

But it’s a very long story, I don’t think you want to just stand and listen, if you don’t mind, why not come and sit with me in the lounge at the back, and I’ll tell you slowly. "

Le Ling followed the white priest in front, and then replied: "If this is the best, then disturb the priest Ibrahimovic."

This passage was much shorter than the previous one, and soon the two of them came to a small room with a huge diamond-shaped crystal floating in the center of the room. Outside the passageway, there is a stone gate on each of the other three walls. Ibrahimovic pushed open the stone gate on the right, Le Ling didn't pay much attention to the carvings on the other two stone gates, and followed Ibrahimovic who was one step ahead.

The lounge room is not big, a little bigger than the hallway room outside, but after the stone bed, bookcase and round table are put down, there is not much space. It is just a place for priests to rest as Ibrahimovic said.

There were two round stools next to the round table. Ibrahimovic sat on the one facing the bookcase, and Le Ling sat on the other one unceremoniously. Then a cup filled with clear water appeared on the table out of nowhere. Le Ling nodded, then thought for a while before speaking.

"It's been so long now, and I'm forced to bring up what happened back then. I don't know when to start. Since you just mentioned Her Majesty the God of Wealth, let's start when she was asleep."

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