Saire watched Romon go away and suddenly snorted coldly.

But at this moment, suddenly, the team exclaimed.

Sai Lei frowned and looked up. He found that it was seven or eight priests in the team. They all looked pale and showed unconcealed horror.

"What's going on?"

No one answered, and a bishop suddenly knelt down and prayed, gasping for breath, praying over and over again.

"What's going on?" Seeing that no one answered, Sailai said furiously, and his hand had already pressed on the sword.

"...Tuancai, we feel that our hearts are extremely empty, as if we have lost the favor of our Lord." A pastor said with a pale face.

"No, how is this possible? Although the little prince died, we did not give up our faith. My Lord could not give up on us." Sailai was shocked. This situation only occurs when the gods fell or collective blasphemed.

"...No, God did not give up his favor to us, but I felt that a force here seemed to isolate the power of my Lord and make our hearts feel empty." At this time, the bishop stood up, his expression became much calmer: "Looking around, we seemed to have come to an amazing area."

Everyone changed their color and their faces were solemn that they left the building. When they arrived at the square, they saw the black sun above them at a glance.

"Ah, have we come to the abyss?" Some mage couldn't bear it and said frantically.

The black sun is very similar to the description of the abyss.

The bishop looked from afar, staring motionlessly, and after a moment, he said, "No, we have not come to the abyss. Look around, there is no breath of the abyss here."

At noon, the sun shone and everyone saw the surrounding trees and fields. Although it seemed a little malnourished, it did not look like an abyss.

Because it is full of life.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the bishop said with a wry smile: "But it is not much better than the abyss. This is the regional world of the demon dragon Vonico, which is one-sided by the fog!"

"Sir, it seems that you know something, so why don't you tell us." Saire frowned and observed everyone, and found that everyone was unstable, so he said with a reminder.

The bishop showed a tired and bitter smile, his face dimly, and said, "Of course!"

"The fog is said to be covered with fog, and it exists permanently only when the sun is the brightest. Of course, this is nothing, the most terrifying thing is the two."

"First, this plane can isolate most of the power of the gods. Although our daily magic can still be retained, the advanced power that requires the direct participation of the gods will be abolished. Pastors, do you feel that your mind is empty? According to the records, this is normal. Only by firmly believing in the gods, you must not be shaken, otherwise even the magic will be lost."

"Yes, we understand, Lord Bishop!" Many pastors had calmed down a little and replied.

"Second, this plane is said to have a very powerful suppression force, which not only can isolate most of the power of the gods, but also abolish the vast amount of teleportation power."

"This plane is said to only enter but not exit, so there is this spell in the exile technique, and as long as the person who comes in, he cannot go out."

At this moment, the mage who had just spoken was shocked and said, "Yes, this is a level nine spell, Vonico's exile technique!"

Speaking of this, he had already looked desperate.

"What's wrong?" the mage next to him asked one after another.

"Woniko exile, exiled people will be teleported here. This is a complete prison plane. Although most of them are planning to leave the place, they are said to have never succeeded."

"Didn't you really succeed in returning?" Saile asked.

"Maybe there is, but it is said that it must be a god. Even if it is a demigod, a demigod is a god!" The mage's voice was full of despair.

This despair immediately infected many people.

A god? Even a demigod is not a height that a mortal can reach.

"It's not just that, as long as the power of the condensation reaches a very high level," the bishop said at this time.

"That must also be equivalent to a demigod's power!" The mage said with red eyes.

"Yes, but don't forget, we are here!" the bishop said loudly.

Seeing that everyone was stunned, the bishop said word by word: "This is the palace of elf, with the power equivalent to a demigod. As long as we control and repair it, we can go back."

This reminder made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Sailai opened his eyebrows, and for a moment, frowned again: "It is said that only elves can inherit the palace, and His Highness, the prince, has died for his country."

"There is always a way, right? We are all the elites of the kingdom. Although there are only more than thirty people left now, we can find a way to control the palace. It is now a dead thing!" said the bishop.

These words completely aroused the morale of everyone, and they more or less cast hopeful eyes on the Bishop and Saele.

But at this moment, a roar was heard.

"You group of bed bugs have disturbed the prophetic inheritance ceremony, and have prevented the great Erno from gaining freedom!"

This is not a language, but a great anger transmitted from the heart.

The bishop and Sailai raised their heads and happened to see a scarred sea sprig dragon suddenly appeared on the opposite side, transferring time and space. Although it suffered heavy losses and had no wings, it was not dead yet.

"...it, is it talking to us?" The team began to stir up. In the face of a battle with no chance of victory, people always reveal their truest side.

Everyone present took a heavy breath, not understanding why it suddenly appeared here.

"Prepare for the fight!"

"Advanced Magic!"

"Advanced missile storm!"

Almost at the same time, the sea thorn dragon roared again, and the pupil suddenly stared at the humans ahead...

The people present suddenly felt a burst of scalp explosions, and fear and despair suddenly arose. With a bang, several mages who were casting spells exploded violently.

"It's dragon power, no, there's still divine power inside." The bishop exclaimed: "Get back quickly, let's retreat inside!"

Sai Lei showed a solemn expression. He raised his hand suddenly and shouted loudly: "Everyone, escape in dispersed!"

After speaking, Sailai raised his sword and rushed towards the thorn dragon...

"A mortal overestimates his ability, go to die!" The sea thorn dragon raised his sharp claws and tore it hard. He heard a scream. The knight, who was wearing armor, was torn in half in half, causing the blood and internal organs to splash out.

"No, the leader!" Some people shouted, and some even advanced instead of retreating.

The sea thorn dragon was not afraid, roaring and waving its huge dragon claws. Suddenly, one person after another was torn apart by it. It seemed bulky, but in fact it was very agile and fast. The tearing was only a momentary thing.

"Ice Storm!"

"Flame Strike!"

"Fireball!"

"Scroll... Death finger!"

The torrent of the arcane swelled down and exploded violently on the sprig dragon. The strong energy even exploded into a small sun, but when the light retreated like a tide, everyone was desperate.

Although some damage was added to the scales, the sprig dragon basically did not suffer much damage.

"Hunting mortals, do you still want to escape? Space confinement!" The sea thorn dragon roared, and suddenly, everyone realized that they were imprisoned by huge power and could not move.

The next moment, there was a crazy massacre, with blood and corpses falling all over the ground.

In the space, there were initially moans of pain and helpless screams, and for a moment, there was no sound.

The thorn dragon was very satisfied to watch all this.

For a moment, it remembered something, and it began to make a sound, as if communicating with an existence. For a moment, it first said in surprise: "What, has been inherited? Oh, it is really unhappy to communicate in my mind!"

The sea thorn dragon roared, and a huge stone pillar more than ten meters high in the distance exploded and flew into the air. In the air, the stone pillar changed and fell into the air, and a human figure appeared.

When it fell to the center of the square, it had turned into a huge stone statue. If Romon saw this stone statue ten meters high, he would be stunned - this was Romon's own statue!

"It's this person, yes, it looks okay...what, it has not been fully inherited, so my covenant cannot be lifted?" The next moment, its terrifying roar echoed in the air, and the surging power brought by anger swept away the surrounding bricks and stones and sputtered around it. It took a long time for it to smoke and stop its anger.

"Forget it, the great Elno has also obtained some permissions and has to wait for your repair... You have an heir, and the golem can be repaired? I believe that little guy must return here to leave here." Elno said the sprig dragon, and it began to swallow the corpse.

In addition, there are newly launched golems that keep coming out, starting to repair themselves and the palace, and inject power into them, and also bringing out all the corpses.

All the bodies moved out were eaten by the schizophrenia.

After eating so many corpses, the stinger dragon lay in the square with satisfaction, sinking into sleep, and a little bit of glimmer appeared at the wound.

However, what it didn't know at this time was that a team was trekking hundreds of miles away.

"Hurry, go quickly, we must rush to take advantage of the brightest sunshine at noon." A middle-aged warrior shouted. Although the fog dissipated at noon, he could only see the outlines of the mountains and forests in the distance.

Two or three hundred people were moving forward quickly with more than a dozen iron-packed carriages, and the atmosphere of the team seemed very dull.

A man who looked like a mage was following the end of the team, holding a cane in one hand.

"Dad, how long will we have to go?" a girl asked.

"Are you tired? We are still too close to the city-state now, so we can only go further away. Daughter, in another week, it will be almost done." The middle-aged man said lovingly.
Chapter completed!