The blade made a light and thin trembling sound, and the sharpness of metal was like a ray of light flashed by. The sword in the warrior's hand rose high, reflecting the sunlight and turning several circles, gently shaking back to the ground.

"Ian!"

The female witch is so beautiful.

Naga, who was one of the tops of the crowd, was holding a curved blade in his hand, looking down at the group of people in front of him with a cruel look on his face.

"Lark?" The female witch turned around. But the cool-faced girl craftsman was holding the blood-seeking left arm with one hand. The red blood flowed through her fingertips. She frowned and looked at the scene, shook her head gently: "We can't do it, marigolds," she said, "It's right, we are too weak-"

"Sister, is this the holy choice of the saints?" A sneer appeared in Naga's eyes.

It seemed as if a poisonous snake spit out a letter, pale thorns surrounded the headstone, and the flowers of death bloomed from it, which looked cold and vicious.

"Shit, I'll give up resisting? Aren't you claiming to be with the power of mortals, your fearlessness, and arrogant? Little girl, let me see what you have learned, take out the toys of mortal craftsmen, and let me see their 'power'—"

The lark clenched her teeth and placed her blood-stained fingers on the sapphire on her chest.

But the Pacer IV type projected before is not the one-union enemy of the Naga in front of him. What can I do?

"You want to see this?" A voice came from behind her.

The lark was subconsciously stunned and couldn't help looking in that direction.

It was a gentle voice, or acknowledgement, but it was not too intense, but it seemed to be explaining a simple fact, saying:

"She was not wrong. The power of magic skills was originally intended to allow us to measure the greatness of this world, because no one was born strong, and had a weak moment like a dragon, reflecting the shining starlight. In the face of the great power of the world, you and I are nothing but this."

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In Yu Lark's surprised gaze, a huge shadow was passing by her.

Not far away, Naga's expression changed drastically. He looked at the giant statue walking out of the blue light, raised his giant sword and slashed at him.

She dodged backwards, raised the blade with all her strength to block the sword, and the huge force was passed down along the blade, making a loud noise. She almost felt her arms break, and she even lost consciousness for a moment.

The long snake tail almost plowed several meters of marks on the ground.

Naga bit her lips with her fangs, suppressing the bloody smell of her mouth. She looked up and stared at the six-winged and ring-shaped colossus, with a terrifying light flashing in her eyes.

Who is there?

She looked at the man standing behind the colossus.

But there was not a fighting craftsman there, but a warrior holding a big shield. It was just Luo Hao, who was holding a shield to protect the lady of a naturalist beside him.

Beside him, Jita looked at her and opened the big book in her hand.

Naga suddenly had an extremely dangerous instinct premonition, and the naturalist lady had pointed at her and recited the first spell.

The scarlet flames flew out of her book, like the giant dragon flying from the ashes, the last hatred left for the world in the love and hatred with her lover.

In the shocked eyes of the female witch, lark and warrior, thousands of fire arrows were transformed into the book, just like the scene people saw in Dulun thirty years ago. The rolling flames burned everything and turned into white land. The mountains and forests were no longer green in the long years since then.

The female witch opened her mouth.

She left a curse on that land, cursing that the forest will no longer produce new branches, nor will the sweet springs be produced from the soil, and even the stones will turn into ashes, and poisonous juice will also seep out of the bark.

The flames flew towards the once arrogant Naga warriors, making them unable to hide, and turned into a burning torch in the shrill screams.

Only a few people avoided the fire arrow.

Naga, who was in charge, was trembling all over.

Flame of Destruction?

She recognized the terrible power and stared at the girl wearing glasses with a look of fear - the Magic Book, the Naturalist, and the abominable mortals, but even the Book of Death could not spit out the dark flames.

Which dragon is that?

Chief Naga didn't have time to think too much because she felt the threat.

She growled, raised her silver blade like a wheel in her arms, and rushed towards Jita first. The other party was too threatening, and she had to deal with this seemingly weak little girl first.

The leader of Naga expected that a spellcaster should not be able to stop him, but the iron guard beside the other party was in trouble. She had already thought about how she should attract the other party to distract her attention, but she thought that Luo Hao was motionless and only looked at her with some fun.

She suddenly realized something was wrong.

But the colossus behind Luo Hao had already moved and swept towards her with a sword.

"Hell, damn, this thing!"

Chief Naga gritted his teeth and had to raise his four arms to block it.

As the blades were connected, sparks flew everywhere, and the huge force made her unable to resist, and she even landed on the ground in a mess.

"Kill them!"

The anger and fear made the leader Naga feel a little hysterical, and he screamed and asked his subordinates to attack the other soldiers and their group first.

But no one moved—

The lark said nothing, but covered his arms and looked coldly at the colossus in front of him, and the scene not far away.

She watched one component after another appear from the glittery light.

Until they surround Naga—

The knight, who looked like a giant spirit, held a spear in one hand and a giant shield in the other hand, shaped like a high wall and was indestructible.

The lark realized that the spear was actually a long-range attack device.

She raised her head and saw Fang Zhu.

The angry flames of resentment flashed in the eyes of the leader Naga. She suffered a heavy injury and a bloody smell choked in her throat, but she still spoke coldly with awesome hatred: "Saint Selected."

Fang Zhu lifted up the goggles and looked at these legendary dark creatures. They had the soft appearance of human women and the form of snakes, but their bodies were covered with scales, and their narrow pupils had an uncontrollable vicious look, and they spit out a letter like a snake.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Naga women have four arms, but the most powerful character at the first level of the mistress is six arms. These older female Nagas act as a leader in the clan, usually a priest or a warrior leader.

The Nagas in front of him looked very young, and the most powerful one had only four arms, but the only one was wearing armor, which seemed to be the leader of these Nagas.

Fang Zhu lowered his hand, and the layers of silver rails on the magic gloves were automatically reset - under normal circumstances, he would use this ordinary magic glove, because the shape of the Lone King's Apology was too special and almost became his logo.

Several clockwork fairies hung down and landed on his hands.

He then looked at the other party, was silent for a while before speaking: "Go and tell your mistress that there is nothing you want here."

The Naga leader was slightly stunned, but a vicious light immediately appeared in his eyes. She smiled proudly and replied in a rustling voice: "Shit, trying to cover up the truth, poor mortals, but the undercurrent in the dark has told us everything--"

She screamed a little crazy: "Wash your neck and wait for death, hissing, the mistress will lead us to find the stars of Death, and by then the storm will swallow everything you cherish."

"Is that right?" Fang Yu asked, "have you found the place of that treasure house?"

"treasure house?"

The leader of Naga was slightly stunned and a little confused for a moment.

"Death Star?"

Fang Zhu asked again.

He lowered his eyes, and a line of silver words were showing in his eyes. It was the communication sent by Jita before:

"The leader of the regiment, the Naga clan still retains many traditions from the Giant War era. This militarized organization composed of hunters also implements strict management within the clan. They will not live alone or act alone. There must be a reason for these Nagas to appear here."

"The Nagas believe in Narsuyan, the god of Narsuyan. In each clan, there is a Naga of the mistress level as a priest. They are Narsuyan's maids, responsible for guiding the clans and guiding them to hunt, plunder and sacrifice."

"The different clans will also jointly recommend a high priest, that is, the goddess and the mistress of Naersuyan, and the leader may as well confuse them from this direction."

He looked at the leader of Naga again.

But the other party was not stupid either. At this time, he finally realized Fang Yu's intention, and an extremely angry look appeared in his eyes, "Damn humans, you bugs!"

She looked at Fang Ling with an extremely cold look, as if she was looking at a dead person, then raised her right hand, pointed her index finger down, and made a gesture. "Stop her!" Jita suddenly shouted when he saw this scene.

But before Fang Zhuo had time to react, the leader of Naga raised the blade and inserted it into his chest.

The surviving Naga also followed suit, falling to the ground one after another. Their suicide method was extremely strange. They pierced themselves from above with a silver blade, piercing themselves on the ground like a nail, and then lowered their heads weakly, and died around the spear and curled their tails.

Red blood flowed along the blade.

But the dark creatures died different from humans, as if flesh and blood separated from them, turned into sepsis and flowed all over the ground, then penetrated into the ground, gradually disappeared, and finally left behind a group of white bones.

Even Fang Zhu couldn't help but feel a little cold when he saw this strange scene.

"When the situation of the war is not good for them, they will do this," the warrior suddenly said, "You can't stop you if you want to stop them. They have other means of suicide, but no matter how many they kill, these monsters will always make a comeback."

"Because the dark creatures will not really die, the dark saints will always give them new life," Jita looked at this scene silently before answering, "Unlike humans, humans are blessed by the starlight of this world, while dark creatures are only favored by the dark saints."

"As long as their gods have not yet returned to death, they will be endless. The dark dragon was finally completely destroyed, which is also because the dragon king Livgard was killed by the holy sword. However, the dark dragon king did not really die, so the former enemies will always be born from the blood full of hatred."

"Of course, most of the dark saints will not squander their power without limit. Among these Nagas, only that leader may be resurrected by her great mistress, and the rest will be transformed into nutrients and absorbed by Narsuyan."

Ji Ta said: "And the other party resurrected her mostly to ask about the information here."

After listening to Jita's story, Fang Rong asked, "So our intelligence leaks?"

Jita nodded, "This is inevitable, leader."

Fang Yu looked at the warrior, "Are you also the caller?"

"My name is Ian," replied the warrior, "you can also call me Golden Apple. This is my Star Gate ID. They are my companions, magicians, calendulas, and the one over there is a lark, a combat craftsman."

The craftsman girl named Lark stood aside. Xie Shita was bandaging the wound for Silvede's instructions. After listening to her companions, she looked at Fang Zhu, then nodded slightly, but immediately looked at the tall structure beside Fang Zhu, and asked softly:
To be continued...