Hidden among the villains [Quick Transmigration]

When the chaotic surge of demonic energy was completely absorbed by the killing artifact, the sky was completely clear.At this time, after a night of fighting, it was approaching dawn, although there was no sunshine, it still seemed to sweep away the haze.

Algard re-imagined the human form, and opened his closed eyes like a bottomless abyss, like a master that made people's hearts tremble.He looked at Mu Zhuoyan at the side, this person survived a desperate situation, and the benefits he gained were actually much more than the chaotic demonic energy of the filthy things.

Now that Algard has broken free from the seal, his whole body is at the peak of his strength, if he wants to kill him here and steal this damaged godhead before he recovers, it is absolutely possible.

He took a few steps forward, and Jin Wu completely repelled him, only because the power system was completely different, so there was no flow in his body.Algard raised his hand to press Mu Qinyan's throat. His palm was wide and his knuckles were slender. With only one hand, he held the somewhat slender neck of the saint in his palm.The protruding throat rubbed against the palm slightly, revealing warmth.As the skin touched, the Slaughtering Hallows vaguely recalled the feeling of gnashing lips and teeth in Lei Rui City that day.

His handsome facial features were still expressionless, but his fingers slid down for some reason.With moderate force, the fingertips with thin calluses slid across the chest inch by inch, leaving a shallow mark on the skin.

The left-behind personnel of the third team dutifully squatted and watched from a distance.The picture in their minds still stays at the part where the saint is holding the magic weapon to kill the monster, and they have been successfully brainwashed.At this moment, seeing the weapon transformed into a human form and approaching the body of the saint again, not only did he not feel that there was anything wrong, but he was a little excited in his heart. A bloodbath.

As for the weapon wanting to get close to its master after a great battle, acting like a baby and asking for credit, what's wrong?Didn't you see that the light around the house has matured into a ball?

Jin Guang, who has no sense of crisis, and Algard, who is coquettish: ...

The saint frowned slightly, as if he had sensed the black hands "making chaos" on him, but after his soul merged with the godhead, the frantic energy riot in his body had been calmed down, and all the veins were reorganized and rejuvenated. At this critical moment, his external His control is naturally weak, and he is powerless to resist.When all the dust settles, the godhead Mu Zhuoyan will become the only person on the Karas continent who has a chance to break through the holy barrier and climb to the top.

The number of godheads that can be bred in a b-level world is limited, and this one in his body is the first and the last one.As for how the protagonist who has lost his godhead uses his own power to drive the artifact and what to use to repel the army of monsters, all these are headaches for the will of this world.

Algard seemed to have had enough of this fun, and finally withdrew his left hand.

"I can't stay here for too long." He knew Mu Qinyan could hear him.

The protagonist has lost the godhead he relied on. In order to obtain the final result, the most likely move the will of the world will take is to weaken the strength of the enemy.The killing artifact bears the brunt.

"It doesn't know that I have recovered my will for the time being, but if the plot continues to collapse, the world will definitely give it back."

"Now is not the time for you and me to expose."

"You know how to contact me."

Algad's tone was low, and he left hints in a few words. The figure embracing Mu Qinyan was like a reflection, scattered into pieces, and penetrated into the body of the saint.There is a common opponent who dominates the Three Thousand Worlds, and he and Mu Qinyan are naturally on the same front.He believes that this ally has enough ability to understand how to deal with the following things.

It has been a full three hours since everyone scattered and searched, and no team has gained anything.Lilan, Marlowe, and Augustin seemed to have evaporated from the world, leaving no trace of their existence on the North Shore.All this indicates that the most likely outcome is that they were digested before the Saints defeated the monsters.

The golden mist around Mu Zhuyan's body was no longer visible, and most of it poured into the soul, pulling the saint back from the brink of death.

The words of the incantation are firmly written and printed on the godhead, penetrating inward bit by bit, and branded with the unique breath of Mu Qinyan.His power has been firmly established over the saints and will not fade away.Mu Qinyan opened his eyes and regained his life.

He has already half-stepped away from the category of human beings, and he has not deliberately restrained his breath at this time, and the hustle and bustle of the world is out of reach.

Algard was the biggest change in this turmoil. No matter what the purpose was, he saved his life at a critical moment, and he did not attack him because of greed afterwards.Mu Zhuoyan owed these two favors.

This continent can withstand the baptism of monsters, but it must not be occupied by monsters.Now that the two of them have reached a consensus, what they have to do next is to move the situation in the direction they want in the two camps, and push it a little bit.

"My lord, are you all right?" Silieto bowed, and the saint beside him was trembling, but he had to show due respect, even if Maro was still there.The higher the person stands, the keener the sense of power. The one-letter difference between "saint" and a saint is not worthy of being compared at all in essence.

"I don't know if my lord can release the soul domain for us to perceive. I am incompetent and have not found the slightest trace of the three Lilan commanders." Silieto knelt down on one knee and made his request.

The saint stepped back to the side with a trace of expectation in fear, obviously very eager to find Maro's whereabouts.

Mu Zhuyan dispersed the soul domain, instantly lighting up tens of thousands of areas, but none of them belonged to the three of them.He glanced at Maffey seemingly inadvertently, lowered his head and regretted, "My soul domain can't feel their existence either."

Sillieto's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and he straightened his back and stood up: "Thank you, sir." Turned around as usual: "Everyone is integrated, and we will return to Lei Rui according to the original route."

Leary City on the South Bank.

After the change in the sky that could be felt along the entire Funo River that night.

The pressure that Lei Ruicheng, the mouth of the wind and waves, has been under for the past few days cannot be explained in a few words.This kind of pressure not only comes from the wave of monsters fleeing from the north of the Funo River, but also from the reinforcements stationed in the headquarters of the association and the temple successively-a ninth-level priest and a holy man.

It is undeniable that the arrival of reinforcements allowed the crumbling defense line of Lei Rui City to hold firm, but they also brought about an intricate alternation of power.

Anfei was exhausted physically and mentally. She had no intention of participating in such a struggle. In recent days, she had left it all to Rosalun alone, and went to the front line every day as if escaping.There was a faint voice in her heart telling her that the team would return safely and would bring great changes to the city of Lei Rui.

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