How is this going! How did this guy start eating rocks, is he out of his mind
"Hold him quickly, his spirit is under attack." The magician reacted very quickly, and instantly saw that the thief's spirit was not normal.
Bana and Rape rushed over and pinned the thief to the ground. One presses hands, one presses legs.
The thief didn't resist, but just looked around in confusion, and said, "What are you doing, I'm just eating chicken legs, and I haven't done anything bad."
Everyone felt that something was extremely wrong. The thief wasn't completely lost, but what was going on with him now
"let me check!"
The magician walked up to the thief and squatted down, using his mental power to test the thief's brain, but at this moment, a white flesh thorn suddenly appeared from the thief's mouth, piercing the magician's head directly.
This was too sudden, and the speed of the thorn was too fast, no one could react.
"Fuck the fucking shit!"
Half a second later, Bana stretched out his hand to break off the thorn, hugged the magician and retreated vigorously, and the priest's healing magic was thrown at the magician as if it didn't cost money.
But the magician's body still trembled a few times, and then stopped moving.
The body of a legal professional is too fragile. If he is a master fighter, he might survive with this level of first aid.
Of course, because the brain was pierced, even if he survived, he would have to be stupid for several years.
But it's better than dying.
The shield warrior Rape immediately put his hand into the thief's mouth, followed the thorn, and forcibly pulled out a mass of white, brain-like molluscs.
This creature has many tiny 'tentacles', and each tentacle is stained with blood and minced meat, as if it was torn out from some sexual tissue.
After pulling the thing out, the shield warrior immediately stepped on it, but he didn't use any force, fearing that the thing would die.
After all, if you take it back and give it to the God of Wealth, it might increase the task reward.
When this thing is stepped on, it makes a chirping sound almost like a mouse, which is very ear-piercing.
The thief's body trembled for a while, but he didn't have any breath. Seeing this, the priest rushed over and tried to cast a few magical spells, but found that it was useless. The thief's body was gradually becoming cold.
"Damn it." The pastor knocked heavily on the ground, and he couldn't save any of the two people.
The group of six suddenly lost two people.
And most importantly, the magician is gone.
"Ike is what we rely on to reach the edge of the world in about half a year. Now he is simply gone. If we want to go back, it will take at least eight to ten years." The hunter looked at him bitterly. Looking into the distance: "What's going on, Robesil was fine during dinner, why was he parasitized by this monster?"
The shield warrior Rape's right foot exerted a little force, and the white monster he stepped on made an even worse creaking sound.
Ike is a rare space magician. Although he is not like Pope Beta, he can build a large teleportation magic circle. But he can perform small group teleportation about twice a day.
Each transmission is about 500 kilometers away.
With this unique skill, they dared to accept the reward offered by the God of Wealth Sect.
And other organizations that dare to take on this task have more or less different means of moving quickly.
But now the most important magician is gone.
"I think we should go back now." Rape looked at the surrounding darkness and said, "I have a bad feeling. This place is too weird. Anyway, we can get a lot of gold coins if we grab this thing."
"Okay." The hunter agreed. They are here to ask for money, not to work hard.
Both the thief and the magician are dead, and if they stay any longer, they might die too.
Bana also wanted to find out more information about the God of Wealth Cult, but after thinking about it, the lives of his teammates were also very important, so he gave up this idea.
Although it is not conducive to night travel now, it is no problem to find some green grass and vines around the campfire to make a small pet.
The hunter is in charge of weaving the grass cage, while the shield warrior carefully tramples on the white soft-bodied monster, making it squawk, killing the energy and strength of the little thing, so that it can be placed in the cage,
There is no sound around, only the bonfire blowing from time to time.
"There doesn't even seem to be any wind in this place." Bana muttered.
No one dared to sleep anymore, and the three of them ate some dry food at will before dawn, and then began to return.
The Zoroastrian Cult was driven out of the desert kingdom by Beta, the Life God Cult had a close relationship with him, and the Storm God Cult became a true ally.
The Light God Sect is far away in the land of the gods, and they are doing their best to build a country, and they are not in the mood to provoke Beta for the time being.
As for the other small sects, there is no threat to the Wealth God Sect at all.
It stands to reason that Beta is very leisurely now, but in reality, he is very busy.
Whether it is the desert reconstruction project or many affairs in the church, they are all placed on his desk.
There are 24 hours a day, 16 hours of which he deals with government affairs, and one hour is used for eating and bathing.
Five hours are spent dealing with my sister, and the remaining two hours are spent sleeping.
His control of time is almost accurate to the second level.
This is also the reason why he wants to decentralize power.
Even if it is a legendary body, if this goes on, he will be boiled dry.
Fortunately, women also know how to feel sorry for him, and they can let him rest for one night a week.
Regular days always go by quickly.
Long time is like turning the pages of a book, three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
In three years, for ordinary people, there will definitely be some changes in appearance.
But for Beta and his woman, almost nothing will change.
Emma is still the same height and the original 'thickness', the only change is that her beauty is becoming more and more obvious.
The greenness has almost completely faded, even with the appearance of a girl, it still gives people the feeling of a young woman.
In three years, the world has not changed much, but there will be some subtle differences.
For example... the five-color dragons almost dare not launch surprise attacks on the human world anymore.
They can't afford it... Now the number of five-color dragons is almost half of what it was before it came.
And this time, it has not yet reached six years.
The five-color dragon found that when they fought with the metal dragon, the battle loss rate was not so high.
After an investigation, it was found that all the blueprints for anti-dragon equipment were made by Pope Beta of the God of Wealth Cult, or a large number of anti-dragon equipment were secretly manufactured.
On this day, a special envoy came to Woking City.
Ten elves sat in front of Beta.
The skill 'Hero Banquet' was used several times in a row to fill the large banquet hall with delicious food.
These elves drank heavily and ate large pieces of meat, quite boldly.
Naturally, elves known for their elegance would not behave like this. These elves were all transformed by giant dragons.
What is particularly interesting is that among the ten elves, five are metal dragons, and five are five-color dragons.
Beta was quite surprised that the metal dragon and the five-color dragon came together.
But after thinking about it, he also sneered in his heart.
Beta sits on the Pope, pretty boring. He waited for the dragons to eat and drink.
These giant dragons all gobbled it up, as if they had never eaten delicious bumpkins.
After about three hours, a male elf wiped his mouth and finally spoke.
"Thank you Pope Beta for his hospitality."
"You're welcome." Beta nodded and smiled.
The elf said carelessly: "We are here this time to discuss compensation with His Majesty the Pope!"
Beta frowned slightly and asked, "What compensation?"
"Dragon equipment has harmed the lives of many young people and children of our dragon clan." The male elf's eyes turned into prickly pears: "As far as we know, these equipments were passed down from you."
"It's like this, so what?" Beta sat up straight and looked down at the elf: "Or, as a metal dragon, you want to seek justice for the evil five-color dragon?"
Hearing Beta's sarcastic words, the five colored dragons stood up next to him, looking at Beta with an unkind expression.
The huge dragon prestige came over.
Beta continued to speak softly as if he had never heard of it: "I found that your metal dragon's camp is a bit crooked."
The elf took a deep breath: "That's because our metal dragon has also been affected."
"I regret what happened to the metal dragon." Beta said: "But I'm just a knife maker. I have no right to interfere with what people who buy knives do with this weapon. It's like someone holding a keel weapon and killing many people , do we have to go to the Metal Dragon Veterans Association for an explanation?"
"You are changing the concept secretly, His Excellency Pope Beta." The elf suppressed his anger: "We value the friendly relationship with your church, and hope that this matter will not be affected."
Hearing this, Beta couldn't help sneering: "You know that we humans and five-color dragons are deadly enemies. They killed nearly 500 million of our humans, and you metal dragons actually brought them to Woking as envoys. The religion wants to speak? Is this called valuing the relationship with us?"
"The five-color dragon has suffered heavy casualties, and they must get a proper explanation."
Hearing this, the sarcasm on Beta's face became more obvious: "The murderer actually asked the victim for an explanation? You mean, we humans should be killed and not fight back?"
The metal dragon spirit said: "That's not what it means, we just hope that Lord Beta will stop making anti-dragon equipment."
"Impossible." Beta said firmly: "As long as the five-color dragon is still there, humans will have a steady stream of anti-dragon equipment."
The metal dragon said angrily: "Pope Beta, don't you look like this..."
"See off." Beta waved his hand coldly.
The metal dragon snorted and left with the other nine dragons.
After they went out, Beta returned to her study, the anger on her face was gone, only calmness remained.
Shirley came in and asked, "Is the metal dragon out of his mind?"
"They don't have a muddled mind, but they are very smart. They feel threatened." Beta said lightly: "If you are not of my race, their hearts must be different. This makes sense for us humans, but It also makes sense to put it on the side of the dragon clan. Metal dragons are beginning to fear us humans."