Netheril Glory Chapter 225: Sangers

The so-called tree is quiet and the wind is constant. Now the Kingdom of Dylan is a dead tree swaying in the wind, and the only reason that it is not broken by the storm that is coming from all sides is that it is still huge. Even if the trunk has been corroded into an empty shell, the root system that has penetrated into the rock will not collapse for a while.

　　 But... what if the roots of this big tree are all broken?

　　In this nightwalker mission, Punk and others were active in the western region of the Dylan Kingdom, but a war broke out in King Dylan’s King’s City. The intensity and influence of the battles are far greater than those of Punk and others.

　　One day before the time, in the city of Yajiao, the capital of the beacon, the royal city of Dylan.

　　 This huge city, which has existed as a royal city since the founding of the Dylan Kingdom, had at least 200,000 permanent residents in its downturn, but it is no longer a bustling city.

　　The walls that were originally painted with the national flag of Dylan cracked, and the streets that were always full of pedestrians were left with smoky pits. The rock buildings that stood in the city were collapsed and smashed. Smashing, looking into the huge city, I couldn't find a complete house.

　　 The higher part of the eastern part of "Yaojiao" is like a bite, and a large part is missing. One tenth of the city area has turned into a deep crater. High-temperature lava and abrupt lightning flashed out in the crater a brilliant light representing destruction.

　　 About 10,000 survivors stood on the high mountain outside the city of Yajiao and stared at their ruined homes. Some of them couldn’t help but kneel down on the ground, crying silently, others sad. Pray to the gods you believe in.

　　However, no matter how the survivors react, they will not be able to go back to "Yajiao City" for a while, although the battle here has come to an end...

　　 In the depths of that huge crater, a humanoid in a broken armor covered his right arm with a broken arm and stared at the ground with a scorched "organic" that was almost unrecognizable and smiled coldly. .

　　 There is no doubt that he is Casparchi who won a terrible victory.

　　 "Haha, haha, hahahaha, Master Sangers, this is the power of the gods, this is the brilliance of dawn, your heresy tricks...huh...not worth mentioning at all!"

　　 "I have won, I have won, good will defeat evil, light will defeat darkness, even if you-the "land-splitter" Sangers of that year could not resist the divine purification!"

　　 Kaspachi tremblingly raised a white and flawless scepter in his hand. The brilliance of the crystal gem on the top of the scepter seemed to be celebrating his victory, although his injury was actually no better than that of Sangers. Without the support of this short stick, Casparchi would have fallen to the ground long ago.

　　 "Cough...cough! Young man, this is your victory, this is the "goodness" of the morning dawn church. At least one hundred thousand innocent poor people died in the fight between you and me. This is the kindness in your mouth. ""

　　 Lying on the ground without moving you, Sangers said hoarsely with a dry, scorched black throat, his voice without any tone of voice, as if it was just a robot copying the text.

　　 "Huh, it is their glory that they can sacrifice for the victory of our Lord".

　　 Kaspersky said avidly, he put a white short stick on his chest and put on a serious shape and said:

　　 "As for the kindness...I can give those heretics a decent death, so that they can no longer live here as heretics, is there anything better than this!"

　　 Kaspersky said that the short stick in his hand actually exuded a holy light to repair his body. This light, which was only effective for the good camp, did not repel Kaspersky.

　　 Seeing Casparchi's appearance, Sangers who seems to be dead at any time sighed heavily:

　　 "Ah! I’m stupid, I actually want to talk about kindness with you like a god-brain who was brainwashed by the church? Old, old!"

　　 "Shut up! You have to pay for your defamatory words".

　　 Hearing the words of Sangers, Casparchi burst like a lion with a stomped tail.

　　 However, Sangers, who was lying on the ground, was not disturbed by Kashad Pass. He still talked to himself with the old god:

　　 "The price? I have paid too much. I despise the enemy and lost everything. I have no price left to pay. The end of this country I created by myself is destined, and What is worth the price to me a bad old man?"

　　Sangus's muttering is vague and low and hoarse, and the drowsy Casparki beside him doesn't understand what his opponent is saying at all. However, he didn't care what Sangers said before his death. This time, after he resolutely promoted to the master level, he came to fight with Sangers only one thing-that is, to kill Sangers. Whether he can survive or not, the Dawn Church's occupation of the entire Dylan Kingdom will be a foregone conclusion.

　　 Watching Casparchi step by step to his side, Sangers slowly turned to the skull that had burned his bones and used his mental strength to look at the only left of Casparchi one eye.

　　 "Hehehe......... A spark can also be ignited ~IndoMTL.com~ Why is death not the beginning of a new life.........I am already ready...hehe..."!

　　 "A lot of nonsense, I pronounce you guilty in the name of the great Lord of the Dawn! Now! Go to death"!

　　 Kaspersky only vaguely saw Sanger's throat trembling, he immediately thought it was the other party still cursing and swearing, while he raised the short stick high under the holy name of the Lord of the Proclaimer Chen Xing Aimed at Sanger's head.

　　 "Hey... Lord of the morning sun... Hey, hey, the so-called **** stick is really the most sophisticated liar. You not only cheated others, but even yourself, now.........the old man... It’s time for you to be sober...hey!"

　　 looked at Kaspersky, shrouded by the sun's glory, and Sangers' darkened mouth grinned. He broke out with his right hand with only **** left, and finally tore apart his chest.

　　The flesh charred by the high temperature showed no blood, and half of his ribs were ripped off by himself.

　　 I saw that the old man had not only no heart and lung lobes, but also no other internal organs. In the **** chest cavity, there was only a crystal ball that was crystal clear but dull and even with fissures.

　　 Just the moment after the old man opened his chest, the original lifeless crystal ball burned instantly like a ignited magnesium bar, and the violent energy fluctuations began to erupt like a volcano.

　　 In the blazing high-temperature brilliance, Sangers finally sighed as if coming from the soul.

　　 "Ah! Now... I have done my best, pity, pity..."!