Carmoro said that he would teach the Dharma Saint as his grandson, not to show off, but to be really awesome.

A difference of one word is a world of difference.

Of course, William believed that when his father taught him a lesson, it should be similar, so there was nothing scary, and the waves were over.

After His Highness and Carmoro reached the basic matters of cooperation between the two sides, he also received an S-level super main task, and he enjoyed all his experience alone. If he could complete it 100%, 5 billion experience should be obtained.

At this time, he was already at level 230. After taking this wave of experience, he would probably be able to upgrade to level ten.

There are 90 levels between legend and saint, which is completely insurmountable for many players. In the past life, no one entered the holy realm before his liver died suddenly.

But for William, who can both fleece and enter the VIP leveling room, the upgrade speed is simply too fast.

He even wanted to complete tasks as many as possible within these ten years and enter the holy realm.

If it is not successful, after the version update and the arrival of a large number of little lambs, he can basically achieve some step.

"Of course, it's better to enter the holy realm in advance. At that time, you can borrow the player's experience and jump up again, trying not to be a weakling among the holy ones." William sighed in his heart, don't think Carmoro didn't want to start the holy war in advance.

But the Fourth Era has started, and the 5.0 version of the holy war is there. You have to come, and you have to come if you don’t come.

…………

The war between Dawn City and the Temple of Magic will not start easily.

There are many preparations. If you really want to start a war, it will take a few months later. The key is that the Dharma Saint has not yet arrived in the Legend Continent and seems to be making some preparations.

William finally knew the name of the newly promoted Dharma Saint.

Tom Madel, who is good at black witchcraft, is nicknamed Necromancer.

His Highness the Prince was stunned at that time. This guy was not very famous in his previous life, but because of his name, he was laughed at by players as Voldemort.

"So it's you, the second-five, the Magic God Cult was cheated badly." William thrust his mouth.

The doctrines and rules of the Magic God Church are to absolutely believe in the Lord of Magic, and the words of the Lord of Magic are the truth.

But Tom Madel is indeed the tyrant of the God of Darkness. He vaguely remembered the necromancer at the time. He used his own means to send the dark army directly to the headquarters of the Magical God Cult, not only did he kill and suffer countless casualties, but also sacrificed the two saints to the God of Darkness.

In the end, even though the Magic God Cult survived many people, its status in the martial arts world plummeted. It was no longer an opponent of the God Killing Temple, and even the remains were silenced for a long time, and no rumors about them could be heard again.

In fact, it is enough to show that the relationship between the Lord of Magic and the God of Darkness does not seem to be very good, otherwise it would not have been so pitiful.

"Well, it seems that there is something to do." While William was thinking hard, the message sent by Lancelot attracted his attention.

………

In a city in the Southern Region Red Fire Kingdom.

A minstrel was talking: "Everyone said that the Lord of Dawn City is the most beautiful man on the continent of Gods. He looks so handsome and elegant, loved by everyone, and blooms when flowers bloom.

He is really the idol of thousands of noble ladies and the object of admiration for countless female professionals.

By the way, I have more than 100 hand portraits of the Lord of Shuguang. Although they don’t look very similar, but you can’t buy one and suffer losses or be deceived.”

"Old Nick, do you dare to change the opening article? Moreover, there are all men in the tavern. Who would buy his portrait? Are you so fucking the money?" A big and thick man was impatient when he heard this, and suddenly stood up and slapped the table, and the wine spilled on the ground.

The bard named Old Nick was also dissatisfied. He stood up proudly and said, "What's wrong? I'll collect the money. If I don't agree, I'll go to ask Shuguang City for advice."

"Fuck!" The man twitched his mouth and sat down in pain. There were too few entertainment activities in the tavern. The bard is a stuffed bun. Even if many stories were told 1,800 times, many people would still listen with relish.

The bard shook the portrait in his hand, and when he saw that no one bought it, he grinned and said, "Forget it, today I will tell you a new story, the story of the Lord of Dawn and Lancelot, the son of Light."

"real?"

"Yes, it's a pity that I'm a little thirsty, and I'm still a little hungry, so I don't have the energy to talk..."

"Boss, serve him wine and food. I can't finish it today, let him walk out with his anus." Someone shouted impatiently.

And just when the bard cheats on eating and drinking, and makes up stories.

No one knows a location in the corner of the tavern, and the protagonist of the story is also drinking here.

Lancelot and William both used magic scrolls, so they both looked ordinary and had a very ordinary aura.

When the former heard the 'When the Lord of Dawn rescued the son of Light repeatedly and repeatedly', he couldn't help but glance at William with a frivolous brow: "Is this minstrel really charged money?"

His Highness the prince looked at him with wide eyes: "How is it possible? My Dawn City is a big family, but you have to tell evidence when you speak, otherwise I will ask Pope Light to sue you for slander."

Lancelot curled his lips and drank a sweeter drink, then said solemnly: "The Pope said that the third dark invasion will be ten years later, but during this period, it does not mean that the dark world will stop.

They will send a group of vanguard troops after pirate, trying to spread fear to the continent of Gods and make them believe in darkness, including some legendary demons."

"That's all?" William looked at him in surprise: "You just finished talking in the voice transmission scroll. You have to see me. Why? Have you not seen my beautiful appearance for too long and suddenly missed me?"

Lancelot spitted on the ground: "I'm gonna!"

However, after he hesitating, he suddenly said, "Give me a crystal engraved, which is the kind that has your appearance."

"???" William suddenly felt chills, and even when he was retreating, he was about to break the walls of the tavern.

The Son of Light quickly explained nervously: "This is not a serious matter, nor is it for me to use... Look, I just want one by the way.

You know there are many female professionals in the Temple of Light, and they also know that our relationship is good. This is what they want. They have begged me many times, but I have never agreed.

But some time ago, a female Templar Knight was cut off her legs by a demon and could no longer recover. She cried and begged me, saying that she would make a marking crystal of yours, saying that she could fall asleep as long as she looked at you, even if she lost her legs, as long as she saw you, she could forget all her fears."

After saying that.

This son of light, who is the Temple of Light, has an extremely ugly face.

It's hard for him to believe it.

I am the real son of the Temple of Light.

As a result, you guys licked the Lord of Dawn City outside?

Damn it.

What do you think of me?

Shouldn't your idol be me?

It has nothing to do with the Lord Shuguang City who relies on his face to make a living.

His Highness the prince waved his hand in a daze. He rubbed his hair and said to himself: "Wait for me to sort it out, and you want the engraved crystal about my appearance. Do you want it for others to ask for it, or are they..."

Three seconds later.

William directly patted a space ring on the table: "Take it away, there are ten thousand engraved crystals inside, you can give them to the ladies of the Temple of Light. Each engraved crystal has a different record about me, ensuring that there is no blind spots in 720 degrees."

"Yeah, it's free."

"…………” Lancelot glanced at the engraved crystal in the space ring and couldn't help but twitch his mouth. Are you ready long ago?

Or are you already planning to sell videos of your life?

This damn profiteer and a despicable foreigner, you must have planned to hook up with the female professionals in the Temple of Light with your face?

"Hmph, I definitely can't leave it all to them." Lancelot already had plans in his mind, and he wanted to stay... Well, at least most of it.

William didn't know what he was thinking, but asked the boss for drinks and continued, "Then what are you talking about?"

"If they dare to come, then we dare to fight back. The Pope plans to build outposts in the Dark World. We have already negotiated with many forces in the seven continents. You..."

"Money, having money is nothing wrong." William's eyes lit up. The counterattack of the Gods Continent was not a random attack, but the seven continents had already established some outposts in the dark world.

But the construction cost of those outposts is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Not to mention anything else.

The construction cost of each outpost is basically equivalent to the elves attacking the orc empire.

It’s not that Dawn City cannot contribute.

But the Dawn Legion is a mercenary force after all, so it is no problem to let him take action. As long as there is enough money, nothing is wrong.

Lancelot couldn't help but sigh when he saw him like this: "You know, this is about the future of the Gods Continent..."

"Brother, don't talk about justice for now. It's not that I'm asking for money, but I can't afford it." William could only shrugged: "Dawn City is just a neutral camp, and it doesn't occupy a large territory and does not have that much resources.

We are not a human empire. We seem to have strong military strength, but they are all mercenaries and they cost money to fight.

If you really want to fight for you for free, within a year, Dawn City will be dragged down."

"Just set the outpost, the Dark World has a lot of resources for you to obtain."

"Don't talk to me about those untrue things. As long as you set up an outpost, the resources of the dark world are all based on their abilities!"

Lancelot twitched his mouth, and finally saw William's pitiful look.

Suddenly.

The son of Light felt soft and waved his hand: "Okay, okay, that's equivalent to hiring your Dawn Legion, but don't think about making money, that's all the salary paid to the mercenaries."

"All right, then let's see. Dawn Warriors promise to be one and take two deaths as if they were ready. When will the battle start? Which outpost is the Dawn City responsible for? What other outposts do they have to join this outpost?"

Lancelot smiled slightly: "The Pope takes the lead and all human empires, elves, feathers, dwarves and so on join.

No matter what the Gods Continent is like, they must cooperate in attacking the dark world and establishing outposts, which is what the Pope said in his own words.”

"As for the outposts under the charge of Dawn City, I don't know yet. Just wait for the news, but it will take a year to settle down at the earliest."

William's eyes lit up, and Pope Light entered the Super Saint level long before his previous life.

Nowadays, the right to speak is simply too much.

The outpost of the Dark World in the previous life was actually the Temple of Light, some human empires of the Seven Continents, and some light camps participated in it.

And this time...

It is obviously much stronger than in previous lives, and its strength has increased dramatically.

"It is even possible that Pope Light's pretentious line might be said in advance."

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Chapter completed!