Chapter 1210 Speed

"Hey, smiling boss? Do you have anything to tell the younger one? Don't worry, the tasks you assigned have been completed. The two idiots of the Silent Alliance have already lost their lives. Speaking of which, I'm using the food The head of the human demon is sacrificed to the great goddess of the night... Well, if you need me, I can also express my sincere thanks to you, the god of slaughter, who respects you."

When picking up a magic card and talking to a medium-level god, Samoan would no longer be as arrogant and manic as he was with his weak follower. The evil pastor, who was still on the verge of death, expressed his respect to his immediate superior in as "respectful" a tone as possible.

Of course, judging from the actual situation, the tone of "respect" he deliberately presented is more like a gangster asking for credit for the gangster leader. If you want to say that there is not much real respect, the arrogance and excitement that cannot be concealed are the most real. of.

But compared to Samoan's confident words, the emergency communication from the God of Slaughter doesn't sound so leisurely.

"Where are you? Saimoan, have you and Nooduo left the plane of the wave listener now?"

"Uh, no? What's the matter? Speaking of which, the old guys in the Pantheon are never fine in making things. Look at the magic crystal card of the Silent Alliance, which has both communication functions and positioning functions. Let's take a look at what we have in our hands. It’s just such a piece of broken stuff, it’s still intermittent.”………

Since the functions of the magic cards are far less clear than those of the magic crystal cards, Priest Morning Star, who was still chattering and complaining about the ambiguous transmission of information, did not perceive whether there were some unusual emotional characteristics in the fluctuation of the mental power of the smile, until Until now, he thought that his boss was really asking him about the progress of the mission.

However, in reality, his misunderstanding is doomed not to last for too long.

Because before Samoan’s nonsense rant was over, another sentence of “inquiring about progress” was sent from Smile in an instant:

"... Alas, it seems that you haven't left the plane of the wave listener, so there's nothing you can do, I hope your last prayer can bring even a little bit of good luck to such a dawdling waste , because in the future, you may only be able to ask for more blessings."

"Snapped"!

There is no more communication, the God of Slaughter with ambiguous words has unilaterally hung up the communication, and the expression of Priest Morning Star, who stood at a loss for a while while holding the magic crystal card that was gradually dimming, also changed. Some stunned.

"Wait, what is the "last prayer"? What does it mean to ask for blessings? What is my boss saying? Could it be... Could it be..."

"No way, Boss Smile didn't hold back that monster called "Whisper of Destruction", so what should we do, Samoan"!

Those who can join this war are not all smart people, and few are stupid. After hearing the helpless announcement from the girl god, Priest Morning Star, who suddenly felt a huge sense of anxiety in his heart, has already realized that something is wrong. It's something that "doesn't conform to the plan", and beside him, the weak divine power who was even more frightened and frightened couldn't help but yelled.

Yes, what else could be the reason for a powerful god of medium divine power to suddenly send such a message under such circumstances? What would be the situation where a practical morning star professional can only "seek more blessings"?

No matter how you think about it, it can only be an extremely powerful and terrifying enemy, right?

For example, if there is a raging Huiyue-level "monster" rushing at full speed to this calm "wave listener" plane at the fastest speed...

"Damn it, I can't be dazed anymore, I have to go quickly!"

It would be a lie to say that you are not afraid. Can you not be afraid if a strong man from Huiyue is killed? Although it wasn't enough to tremble with fright like poor Nooduo, the distorted smile on Samoan's face couldn't be maintained no matter what.

He turned around without hesitation, picked up the short magic weapon hanging on his waist, and was about to release the magic of teleportation. At such a critical moment of life and death, Priest Morning Star didn't even have time to take care of the interrupted sacrifice.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and complete the construction! Hurry up!"

It was the first time since the legend of Priest Morningstar, who turned his head around and watched Nuo Duo, who was building a divine spell model at full speed, felt such a surge of adrenaline. Layers of cold sweat broke out on his body, and even made his soul faintly feel a faint excitement.

Watching the magical energy engraving movements in mid-air, staring at the magical runes turning into stars and transforming into the form of gates, Samoan suddenly realized that he had comprehended a higher level of divine power. His professional level, which has been stuck for more than 200,000 years, is gradually showing signs of being about to improve.

It is said that there is great terror and great opportunity between life and death. Many professionals firmly believe that only by experiencing the tempering of the river of death can they improve their strength and will. More or less there is still a little bit.

At the most critical moment of life and death, life can always force the soul to find the only way out.

For example, now Samoan seems to be about to see the completion of his portal. He has even hallucinated that the space opposite the gate is faintly whispering to himself, widening his eyes with constricted pupils, ready to go The morning star pastor didn't think much and was ready to jump in. Until this time, he had always believed that he could escape successfully.

but…………

"Crack"!

The crisp explosion exploded on the turbulent sea, the solid shock wave tore a solid seabed, and the cracks in the sky extended all the way to the sapphire-like clear water with the infusion of energy beams. The cracked morning light also reflects the colorful cold light.

Obviously, in front of Priest Morning Star, the terrifying existence presented in the radiant half-finished magical portal structure is not the warm free world he imagined, but a huge "mage's hand".

That is a majestic palm built with the out-and-out magical power of the condensed moon level!

"Where do you want to go? Poor insect!"