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Almost at the same time.

In the distant void, there is a ruined kingdom of gods called "Sleeping Place".

This is a divine kingdom that is much more ruinous than the Kingdom of Light.

There is no building in the entire Kingdom of God. Looking around, there is a plain wasteland. There are white bones on the wasteland and ghosts everywhere. The undead creatures born from bones are surfing in the wilderness. Black mist fills the air, making everything look gloomy and mysterious, full of death.

Occasionally, a void storm roars into the broken crystal wall. Wherever it passes, the bones are broken, and everything except the original land of the Kingdom of God returns to nothingness.

And deep in this sleeping place, there is a throne made of bones.

Under the throne, a concrete and huge undead bone dragon crawled on the ground, acting as the guardian conscientiously.

Unlike ordinary undead bone dragons, its bones are as white as jade, and they look extremely solid. There is a long dragon horn on its forehead. Even the color of the soul fire is more transparent, less hostility, more sober and wisdom.

Under its protection, on the throne, an extremely powerful existence is falling into a long sleep.

It was a pale middle-aged man, tall and thin, with loose black hair like ink, giving people a feeling of gloomy and pale.

Even though he was in a deep sleep, his eyebrows were still frowning tightly, as if he was suffering from great pain.

He is the master of this sleeping place and the Lord of the Dead.

As he breathed, the vast pressure spread out in waves, and the entire skeleton throne was shrouded in the divine power that was as jailed as a prison.

Within a few miles of radius, no undead or ghost dared to approach.

In the dark, there are several mysterious connections connected to His soul.

That is the soul that is stripped out from the independent consciousness. It is spreading faith in different places, accumulating believers for Him and accumulating divine power, hoping that one day he will be able to regain his divine nature and return to the divine position.

Just as Wu Hui killed the undead lord, one of the mysterious connections suddenly broke.

The existence on the throne suddenly woke up.

"Who is it?!" He was frightened and suddenly let out a low roar, "Who has actually killed a strand of soul of this king?" With his current state, losing this strand of soul is not a heavy loss.

What's more, after that wisp of soul was directly annihilated, He had no way of knowing what was going on at that scene.

Amid the roar, a terrifying soul wave swept away.

In an instant, the entire undead country was shaking, and countless undead were so scared that they knelt down with a "click", trembling, trembling, and even the soul fire was constantly flashing.

Even the undead bone dragons and the undead knights with relatively higher levels could not help but tremble in the roar.

After a long time, the terrifying soul fluctuations gradually dissipated, and the Lord of the Undead gradually woke up from shock and anger.

Although His soul is not as powerful as the main consciousness, it is not something that ordinary strong people can fight against because they can mobilize some divine power.

It is absolutely unusual for him to kill His soul, and maybe it is those hidden old monsters.

This matter must be investigated clearly!

Thinking of this, his mind moved, and several connections of souls in the dark suddenly vibrated.

At the same time, the black statues hidden in different places on the light plane burst out black light at the same time. A oracle was conveyed down and received by several different priests.

The dark forces dormant in the dark suddenly started to operate cautiously, stretching out their minions from different places, extending towards the southern area of ​​the Light Empire where the Priest Solo was originally located.

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At the same time, in the valley behind the Earl of Thorn Ridge.

Liliana looked shocked and dull, and fell into Wu Hui's eyes. He immediately bent down slightly and said in a muffled voice: "A humble mortal, I just crushed a dirty bed bug. You don't need to look at me with such shock and worship."

Wu Hui enjoyed the feeling of being looked up and worshipped. Although the audience was only two or three so small, it was really good to shock the beautiful boss Nana, and the little stars flashed in her eyes.

No matter how powerful and violent Sister Nana is, she can beat the war giant? Her height is only as high as the ankle of the war giant.

Haha~ If she knew that this war giant was his incarnation of Wu Hui, she would probably be shocked to even her chin fall down? Should she scare her? Haha, Wu Hui's heart was filled with some evil taste.

In fact, Liliana was shocked by the whole process.

Originally, she thought that even if the Holy See is real, the Kingdom of God behind it should be in extreme weakness. However, she didn't expect that the Kingdom of God could easily send a level 8 war giant to the war.

However, the silly smile of the war giant just now fell into her eyes, and now she really can't worship her.

Facing Wu Hui's words, she had to give an embarrassing but polite smile due to the problem of the God of Light behind him.

However, Black was very interested in the war giant. He used his "winning weak" body to carry Wu Hui's "body" all the way, and stumbled over, while running, shouting: "Brother War Giant, thank you for saving me and Brother Wu Hui."

Seeing his appearance, Wu Hui's huge incarnation twitched, and he was really worried that this guy would hurt his body worth 1 point of divine power. But when Nian was worried about this kid, he would never abandon his body. Forget it, I would forgive him once.

Even Liliana couldn't see it, and with the last bit of strength, she took Wu Hui's body over.

"Brother Giant, you are so amazing." Black asked breathlessly, "Can you tell me your name? I will compile the greatest poem and sing your deeds throughout the continent of Light."

This idea is good, I like it, Wu Hui nodded in his heart.

However, he pretended to say, "It's just to destroy the soul-sharing consciousness body of the little hairy god, which is not worth mentioning. Ahem, listen well, I'm called... um, the left envoy of Light."

The energy-turning vest was called the right envoy of Guangming, but now it is called the left envoy of Guangming, which sounds very good. At least it gives people a look of a full of talents and a strong man. Well, Wu Hui admitted that his name was not good, so he took the name of Mr. Jin as a character.

Sure enough, Black's eyes lit up: "The left envoy of Guangming, then you must know the right envoy of Guangming? He saved my life last time. If I have the chance, I must thank him in person."

Not bad, this kid is quite grateful.

"Don't worry, there will be a chance." War giant Hui Wu Weng said in a muffled voice, "As long as there are still mortals in this world who are in trouble and suffering, and there are villains who have not received the punishment they deserve, the right envoy of Light will come to the world again."

As he spoke, he did not forget to gild himself on his face and also made some career planning for Guangming Youzhang.

"The right envoy of Guangming is indeed worthy of being the right-hand arm of Lord God of Light!" Blake was indeed fooled, and his eyes lit up.

However, the next moment, his expression suddenly became in a daze and began to murmur: "The left hand of Guangming kicked the bone dragon, the hand of the undead, the right hand of Guangming saves suffering, and judges the sins, I suddenly got inspiration..."

As he spoke, he began to wander, muttering in his mouth that he couldn't understand what he was saying.

Wu Hui had a black line.

Does this kid really have the ability to turn his thinking into poetry creation anytime and anywhere. Or is this the unique characteristic of an artist?

Moreover, for some reason, he always had a bad premonition. Couldn’t this kid make up some lyrics like Liliana’s “powerful as powerful as a cow”?

Liliana's lips twitched and she couldn't laugh or cry next to her.

It’s okay if you are off-line in normal times, but you can still be so distracted when facing war giants. It’s no one else~

She was about to say a few words and round the scene up, but before she could speak, she saw a figure surrounded by holy light walking towards them.

It was the war angel who helped her just now, St. Luke.

"I... Lord Guangming Zuo, the spoils have been packed."

St. Luke said as he shook the big cloth bag in his hand.

"Crazy~"

A tiny collision sounded, and the messy items suddenly piled up into a hill, and a few small things even rolled to Liliana's feet.

Liliana was stunned and subconsciously looked at the battlefield, but found that the originally messy battlefield had been cleaned up at some point.

The dense bones were all thrown into the pit trampled by the war giants. The skeletons of the undead bone dragons had been dismantled into sections and stacked neatly together. Even the body of the priest Solo, which had almost been photographed into meat paste, was dug out with mud and soil, as if they had been searched several times.

Liliana opened her mouth slightly, looking stunned.

Is the war angel so quick to plunder the spoils?

I always feel something is wrong...

Liliana didn't know that Wu Hui had always adhered to the three points of fast, ruthless and accurate when picking up spoils, and also had high standards and strict requirements for Saint Luke, who was responsible for picking up spoils, and the civilians in the Kingdom of God. For a long time, Saint Luke has been trained.

So, as soon as the battle ended, he automatically started to clean the battlefield without Wu Hui's instructions, sorted the spoils, and did not miss any good things. Not to mention how quick and easy the movements were.

Seeing Liliana's shocked expression on the speed of Saint Luke's equipment picking up equipment, Wu Hui was a little embarrassed, couldn't help but cough, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't worry, you deserve your credit. When the results are counted, you will distribute the spoils to you according to your contribution points during the battle."

The so-called contribution points were naturally copied from the game. This is also the fairest method he could think of. In the past, if he wanted to maintain a guild well, he had to implement the DKP system.

dkp is also called dragon slaying points, which can generally distribute spoils relatively fairly.

What I hate most when playing games is of course the black gold and black equipment. In order to avoid Liliana's misunderstanding, we naturally need to explain it.

Liliana reacted and hurriedly said, "The Lord Guangming Zuo has misunderstood. I don't mean to question you. Moreover, I don't want spoils either."

"Don't want the loot?"

Now, not only Wu Hui was confused, but even St. Luke, who was sorting out the spoils, couldn't help but look up at her.

"Yes, I don't want the spoils." Liliana tweaked her hair, feeling a little embarrassed, "I just want to ask if I can ask the left left Guangming to take action and help me completely drive out the negative energy in my body. This has troubled me for a long time. If it can be solved, Liliana will be grateful."

Liliana rarely had such a tactful moment. She lowered her head and lifted her hair, and she really had an indescribable style.

Even though her face was still stained with blood and dirt, Wu Hui couldn't help but have the urge to pat her breasts and tell her that she could solve it.

Fortunately, he was still a little rational and controlled himself at a critical moment.

He asked in his heart: "Divine Character, how much divine power is needed to drive away all the negative energy in Liliana's body?"

The voice of the tablet inorganic substance of the Divine Character immediately responded: "12 o'clock."

Well. Not a small amount, but not too many, almost the same as he estimates.

He was very happy to help Sister Nana drive away negative energy, but after all, it was 12 points of divine power. It would be a bit too much if Sister Nana's contribution in this battle just exchanged for treatment worth 12 points of divine power.
To be continued...