Netheril Glory Chapter 1219: Speed

"Hey, smile boss? Is there anything to order the small? Reassure, you have completed the task, the two **** of the Silent Alliance have already lost their lives, and speaking of it I am now using That ogren’s head sacrifices the great night goddess... well, if you need it, I can also express my sincere gratitude to you, the **** of slaying."

When picking up the magic card and talking to a medium-powered god, Samoan can no longer be as arrogant and manic as he is to treat his weak power and class, even if the communication of the girl **** does interrupt his sincere prayer, But the wise priest who is still sensible still expresses his respects to his head boss in the tone of "respect" as much as possible.

Of course, from the actual situation, the "respect" tone he deliberately presented is more like a little **** asking for merits from the **** leader. I am afraid that there is not much real respect. Those arrogance and excitement that cannot be concealed Is the most practical.

However, compared to Samoan’s self-confident words, emergency communications from the God of Slaughter may not sound so leisurely.

"Where are you? Samoan, have you and Noodore now left the Tao Taoist plane?"

"Uh, no? What's the matter? Speaking of the old guys in the Pantheon, things are never fine. Look at the Silent Alliance's magic crystal card, which has both communication and positioning functions. Let's look at us again. The broken stuff in his hand, it was so intermittent that such a message transmission was "............

Since the function of the magic card is far less complete and clear than that of the magic crystal card, the morning star priest who is still chattering and complaining about the ambiguous information transmission does not perceive whether there are some unusual emotions in the mental fluctuation of smiles Characteristics, until now he thought his boss was really asking himself about the task progress.

However, in reality, his misunderstanding is destined to not last long.

Because I haven’t waited until Samoan’s nonsense speech is over, another word of “question process” can’t be heard from the smiling side:

"......... Alas, it seems that you haven't left the plane of the Taoist listener, then there is no way, I hope your last prayer can bring even a little bit of this **** waste to you Good luck, because next time, you may have to ask for more blessings."

"Pap"!

There is no more communication, the ambiguous word of the killing **** has unilaterally hung up the communication, and holding the magic crystal card that is gradually fading, standing for a while, the expression of the morning star priest at a loss It also became a bit dumbfounded.

"Wait, what is "final prayer"? What does it mean to ask for more blessings, and what does my boss say? Is it impossible...is it impossible..."

"No, smile boss will not hold back the monster called "Whisper of Destruction", what should we do, Samoan!"

Even if they are not smart people, they are rarely stupid. After listening to the helpless announcement of the girl god, the morning star priest suddenly felt a huge sense of uneasiness in his heart. Something "not in line with the plan" came to him, and beside him, the faint divine power and even more panic and fear could not help but yell.

Yes, what could be the reason for a powerful medium-powered deity to suddenly send such a message in this situation? What would happen if a real-time Morningstar professional could only "seeking more happiness"?

What do you think can only be an extremely powerful terrorist enemy?

For example, if there is a raging bright moon level "monster" who is rushing to the calm "listening to the wave" plane at the fastest speed.........

"Damn it, you can't be stunned anymore, go quickly"!

It’s a lie to say you’re not afraid, can you be scared if a bright moon strong man comes over? Although not as terrified as poor Noodore, the twisted smile on Samoan's face could not be sustained.

I saw that he turned around without hesitation, picked up the magical short battle hanging on his waist and began to release the teleportation magic. At such a moment of life and death, Pastor Morningstar even had no time to consider being interrupted. Memorial service.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up to complete the construction! Hurry up!"

It’s the first time in the legendary Morning Star priest legend who has been standing around and watching Noodore, who is building a magical model at full speed, for the first time in the legend of the soaring adrenaline, such a thrilling race against death Not only did he feel a layer of cold sweat on his body, he even made his soul feel a faint excitement.

Looking at the magical energy of engraving movements in the air, staring at each of the magical runes and turning them into stars, they transformed into the form of a gate. For a moment, Samoan realized that he had realized a higher level. The mystery of the level of divine magic, his professional level that had been dead for more than 200,000 years, gradually showed signs of going up.

It is said that there is a great horror and great opportunity between life and death. Many professionals believe that only through the hardship of the river of death can they enhance their strength and will. Although this statement sounds both adventurous and too absolute, but The truth is somewhat more or less.

In the most critical moment of life and death, life can always force the soul to find the only way out.

For example, now Samoan seems to see his portal completed.~IndoMTL.com~ He has even heard the space opposite the gate whispering to himself vaguely, and a pair of pupils are converging. Eyes, the morning star priest ready to go, did not think much and had been mentally prepared to leap in, until this time, he had always believed he could successfully escape.

But.........

"Click"!

The crisp blast exploded on the turbulent sea surface, the solid shock wave tore a solid seabed, and the cracks in the sky extended all the way to the sapphire-clear water surface along with the energy beam. Pieces of broken morning light also reflected the colorful cold awn.

Obviously, in front of the morning priest, the terrifying existence of the semi-finished magical portal structure of the glorious bloom is not the warm and free world in his fantasy, but a huge "hand of the mage".

That is a towering palm built with uncompromising solid magic of the level of the moon!

"Where do you want to go? Sad insects"!