Ayers walked out of the portal. Recently, he was a little generous with his hands and threw a dwarf gold coin to the little mage beside the portal - the dwarf's gold coins are always so material.

The little mage happily caught the gold coins - here, he didn't have to worry about the monsters and monsters entering and leaving the door. In this great neutral place, no matter who it is, he had to sell the lady for face.

Ayers noticed a little fluctuation coming from the portal behind him. This fluctuation is usually a legendary creature that is passing through the subspace between the portals.

Very powerful.

Ayles let him go aside and wanted to see what it was.

Then a small undead came out.

The powerful psychic energy almost shot Ayers on the wall. Looking at the dark humanoid and the pure white soul flame in its eye sockets, Ayers tried hard to act more humble - this was the new big boss in the undead world and the fifth evil god. Considering that its strength has been restrained after passing, it should be a clone, but even so, it is not an existence that Ayers can look directly at.

I heard that this world that had just burned out a nergine... Yes, it was that kind of burning. The entire planet was wrapped in divine spiritual energy, and all the believers of chaos were purified.

Now that I heard that there has become his territory, several great evil gods did not say a word, and the minions below did not dare to say anything. However, there were a few ungrateful guys who wanted to reach the sky in one step, but now they have become torches in the sub-space. According to the wizards, the souls of those guys have lit up a small part of the sub-space.

It looked around and first noticed that the little mage sitting on the ground, a smiling symbol appeared on the black human-shaped face. It threw out a gold coin, pure white, blinding Ayers' eyes - it was the Chaos Soul Golden Bread.

On the undead territory, this thing is a hard currency in hard currency, because those who cast this golden cake usually have the strength as the prince.

The little wizard caught the gold coin, raised it, confirmed the weight, and then plucked up the courage: "Sir, where are you going."

·Come to meet a few guys.

It finished speaking and then saw Ayles.

Ayles bent his waist so hard that he almost took his head off.

·I smelled Marin on you.

Ayles was startled at first - Don't you have a grudge against Marin, so I'm going to die?

Then he raised his head and saw its 'smiling face'. In the midst of the lightning, Ayers nodded: "Yes, respected lord, your omniscience and omnipotence, and your power make me tremble."

·The next time I see Marin, I tell him that if I can see a fat man named Connaval, if I have enough strength, I will kill it for me.

Ayers was stunned-"You said again?"

·Kill Connaval, the great demon of Nurg, his world was purified by me, this guy ran away and suffered very serious injuries, you can get on with you.

After saying that, the man walked towards the gate of the teleportation hall.

I can do it too?

Ayers was silent for a moment and decided to take the news as a joke—what is he a legendary bone lich who fights with a great demon, even if it has lost its world.

Just as he was thinking about this, Ayers reached out to catch the thing that the existence had thrown over.

Spreading his hands, Ayers saw half a piece of golden cake.

·Marin should have a request for you, so it is your deposit, help him do things well, otherwise he will burn your world next time.

Ayers seemed to hear a joke - his Ayers' world is an independent world with three layers of mystery locks, you... Ayers looked at the thrown Movies banknote and the coordinates on the banknote, and finally put it in his mouth with a bitter face.

Next time I come to have a meal, I'd better use the bone body first. The banknotes at Movies's house are really hard and stomach-wrenching.

Watching this person leave, Ayers picked up the half of the golden cake and bit it.

The taste...is not right, it's the color is good.

Just as he was about to walk out of the hall, Ayers noticed the fluctuations in the portal again.

I felt that the bone lich, who had a problem with luck today, had to lean against the wall again.

Then I saw the young man coming out of the portal - this was a very ordinary young man with black hair and a very natural smile.

Ayers' perception told Ayers this at the first time. Looking at the pure white existence in front of him who could not see clearly, Ayers tried hard to reduce his sense of existence - the new overlord of the Holy Spirit, Mr. Anonymous is still the brightest existence today.

·Ayers, you are here.

He saw Ayles at a glance, like his brother next door, and waved to Ayers.

Even though he couldn't see his facial features clearly, Ayles's perception was still trying hard to tell his master that this person was smiling like this. He looked so good at laughing, but he was just an ordinary young man.

This is the first time I have seen an ordinary young man who looks very good when he smiles. Ayles, who complains in his heart, nods humbly: "Hello."

·Are you ready for the matter of tutor Malin?

"I made all the preparations." Ayers nodded vigorously - Don't worry about this. If he could mess it up, he wouldn't have been stuck in the undead realm. He just wanted to find a world to reincarnate himself into the fart spirit.

· Then please.

Perception told Ayers that the brother in front of him nodded with a smile, looking very relieved, thinking that Ayers is trustworthy.

Ayers nodded vigorously: "You can rest as much as you want."

Then the man gave the little master a blessing and walked towards the door with this boy's gratitude.

Ayers watched the man approaching the door and watched him push the door out. At this time, the undead who was pushing the door in the moment he looked directly at him and entered the state of self-purification burning body. When he fell to the ground, he had turned into a pile of ashes that could not be shoveled.

Ayers took a deep breath - Ayers, do you want to be complacent? The fact that you and Your Excellency Marin are good friends is worth your life. Chat with this person... Have you lived enough?

After self-reflection, Ayers was about to leave, and a familiar fluctuation came from the portal.

This time Ayers hid behind the pillar very flexibly, and then watched two cute square-eared girls wearing ordinary clothes walk out of the portal with their hands in their pockets on their chests.

This is what perception tells Ayers, although Ayers is already spontaneously igniting at this time.

The Mother of Life, the enemy of all the undead, the Lord of the Elves of the Grassland in Another World, what kind of ghost day is this today?

Ayers struggled to prescribe a bottle of negative energy potion for himself, and then halfway through drinking it, he found that the energy of this thing had begun to tend toward positive energy.

While he was spontaneously igniting, he poured out the positive energy potion in his hand and patted himself an ice claw. The negative energy damage helped Ayers live for several more seconds, and supported the two ladies walking out of the teleportation hall in small steps.

The little mage took another negative energy touch on Ayers: "These two ladies usually don't come with that gentleman."

"I know." Ayles took out a bottle of negative energy potion from his space bag and tilted his neck and poured it down. While noting that the Sartre Demon who was responsible for reception at the counter was already singing a hymn - this guy is from the chaotic camp. Although he is not the undead or chaos, he is still affected.

These ladies have no choice but to take them.

Ayers noticed the movement in the portal at this time, feeling the familiar fluctuations and the wild killing whispers. He pulled himself a small portal and then went in - it seemed that it was not suitable for eating today, so it would be better to go home and eat peaches.

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"We have to retreat, Harold, what happened today at noon tells us that Marin has completely controlled the vast majority of people, and they are no longer the North's waste that is easily controlled and manipulated." Guda sat at his desk, looking at his companion and opponent: "I'm not threatening you or intimidating you, but telling you sincerely that there is something wrong here."

"What's the problem? We have succeeded once. Although we were suppressed by the leaders of the crowd, today we have arranged for people to kill the old guy in the guild. As long as he and his companions die, we will use the newspaper to frame this matter on them."

"But those leaders are not dead. If they are investigated, the church and police departments in Fort Carter are not fools. They will definitely doubt what happened today. If such a thing happens again, do you think they will not doubt it?"

"Why don't you try it? The Archbishop ordered us to do this. Now that you leave, his plan will be over. Do you think he will let you go, my old opponent."

After the argument came here, Guda was silent for a while, and finally he nodded in weighing and weighing: "Okay, but you must retreat in three days, and you must leave no matter what."

"We all tasted the victory in three days. By the way, what should we do if the mother and son in the basement do?"

"It's a good sacrifice, and it will be offered in three days."

"good."

They reached an agreement on pleasing evil.

"Tell us that we will attack the manor in the north in the middle of the night tonight. The old guy must be killed. There are too many leaders around him. He must be the shepherd whom Marin valued the most... This pseudo-god dog will be killed tonight."

"I will arrange for someone to go." Speaking of this, something hit the glass, which made the two of them very alert to pick up their weapons. They approached the window. Guda lifted the curtains. Harold looked at the windowsill and smiled with some laughter: "A squirrel looks hungry. Does your predecessor seem to have raised it?"

"I don't know, there is nothing about this squirrel in his memory." Looking at the squirrel knocking on the window, Guda thought for a moment: "Maybe, this is just a trivial act of goodness. Don't worry about it, let it knock."

The moment he put down the curtains, Guda seemed to see a tiny flash of lighthouses in the distance.

What is that?

With such doubts, after 0.82 seconds, the wooden frame beside the window was broken and a bullet came out. In Guda's eyes, it slowly approached Harold, and the latter who was turning around could not react at all.

Run! Run! Run!!!

Guda screamed and roared, but the missile still rotated extremely slowly and firmly, and finally slapped Harold's forehead.

The flow of time replied, Harold fell to the ground directly, a big hole was opened in his head, and Guda quickly lay down - the gunman was on the lighthouse! Damn it was almost five or six hundred meters away from here!

Wait... The Gunner is on the Lighthouse!

Guda subconsciously turned his head to look at the door.

I happened to see the young man pointing a musket outside the door pushed open by a branch.

"Hello, I am Marin, what should I call you?" He smiled, Guda's perception told him that this was a very ordinary boy, with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary smile, walking over.

He roared and stood up, trying to pounce over and fight with him, but in the end he was tied up by the branches.

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Marin emptied a magazine at Harold's body, then turned to the exit, and the World Tree Twigs carried the Chaos Lurker and followed behind their master. After going downstairs, Marin pushed open the basement door and went down to take a look.

Mrs. Hibien was severely punished and was on the verge of distortion.

And her son, who was originally so cute in the photo frame, was covered with scars all over his body. His eyes were blind, his forehead had horns, and he had become like a beast.

· Give him and her a peaceful end to life.

Lilim sighed, and after a while she finished speaking, she choked up.

·This is the scars that chaos brings to this world. They make people become living ghosts, just because they want to fulfill their so-called dreams and build happiness on the despair of others... This is chaos, damn chaos.
To be continued...