The rolling black gas gradually retracted into the crater, and the terrifying black dragon python retracted its giant claws. If it were not for the old goblin's stop, it would have slapped the unicorn in the air.

A calm and old voice, a thin figure from the sky above the volcano, looked at Wang Xiaofeng with a kind face with his hands behind his back. "Did you bring the Pope's letter of war this time?"

"Speaker," although I don't know how this old guy appeared in front of him, a dad didn't have any awe of these unfathomable NPCs. "I'm just here to ask about the war in the Shure Empire. They seem to have won your support, which is probably a bit contrary to our previous agreement."

The old man looked serious, but his eyes were filled with a wise light. He could use his identity as a goblin to sit in the position of the dark speaker, and Wang Xiaofeng would not want to compete with him for intellectual points. "The Curers' hatred for you needs to be vented. It is only their own behavior to launch a war. The agreement to jointly resist the invasion of the demons will not change."

"Is that true?" Wang Xiaofeng nodded and suddenly chuckled: "Then is this dialogue considered formal diplomacy?"

"If you can defeat Chemuseus, the door to the freedom camp will always be open to you."

"Forget it," a comrade shrugged and opened the photo ball in his backpack. This was the task item given by the task. "Since that's the case, I'm going to rush back and report to His Majesty the Pope. Don't mind if I take some of your images as a task proof?"

"Of course," the old man stood up and said to Wang Xiaofeng: "Say hello to the Pope for me. Although I don't know when we will be hostile, I have enough respect for this saint whom I have never met."

Listening to the notes prompted by the system in front of his ears, Wang Xiaofeng smiled and turned off the photo ball. There was no clear reward for this task. Wang Xiaofeng had done this task countless times. In fact, the reward was not the experience value or the gold coin equipment each time, but his most important thing at this time - the prestige and qualifications of the Holy See, the favorability of the superiors and the loyalty and respect of ordinary believers.

"If possible, I will preserve the bloodline of the Shur people, but the Dawn Continent does not need a vicious tiger who will turn against you at any time."

"What a big tone," a cold snorkeled sounded, a light blue light door appeared on the side, and a blond man wearing a crown appeared on one side, and the three of them were triangular. "I want to see if you preserve the blood of my Shur Empire, or if I retain your ridiculous faith because of my pity."

Wang Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows and came to raise trouble. This is. "This person with a hat is..."

"I am the master of the Sul Empire," the person who came was actually extraordinary, with a little turtle spirit and a self-confidence to look down on the world. "I know you have defeated the powerful man of the soul sacrifice, the bishop of the southern provinces, and the disciple of the saints. He is known as the hope of the Holy See of the Light, right? Why didn't my ridiculous brother kill you last time?"

Wang Xiaofeng tilted his head and thought about it. Last time he went on an envoy, he met a prince from the Shuer Empire. He was probably already a defeated general or a dead soul under the knife of the young king in front of him. "Although you are a king, you exist in a country that is not recognized by the light. I think those without faith should not have the qualifications to talk to me. Is that right, your Majesty."

"You are seeking death!" Young people are prone to impulsiveness. The young emperor wearing a blue crown took out the staff in his hand. Wang Xiaofeng opened the photo ball given by the mission at this time, which was the best result of proving that he was performing the mission. If he died once, he would probably have some other rewards.

"Mihita, the two armies went to war without killing them. He did not offend your majesty, you don't have to attack him." The old goblin said softly, but Wang Xiaofeng looked at the old man's somewhat impatient face and seemed to understand something, especially the bias in his words. The old goblin added: "Emperor, you must have the power of an emperor."

The young man sneered and put away the seemingly valuable staff in his hand. Wang Xiaofeng nodded with satisfaction and suddenly said, "The Suer Empire can actually stop now. If you want to achieve certain political or other purposes, you must also know that the true power of the Holy See has not yet been condensed. Don't irritate the kind goddess."

"Are you persuading surrender? It's ridiculous! The fire of revenge in my Shur will surely swallow the light, so that you can taste the bitter fruits that have been produced countless years ago!"

A comrade blinked and said, why did the system design such a careless NPC? Just to meet the plot needs, a vigorous camp duel? People like him who don’t understand politics understand what a pattern is. In addition to being crazy about himself, this guy must feel a little good about himself.

"Forget it, since you insist on the king of the Sul Empire, I will tell His Majesty the Pope to say goodbye."

The old goblin pointed to the east side, and a cloud of fire rushed over, but stopped a few thousand meters away, as if he didn't dare to get close to this place. The Dark Speaker said, "Remember to call your partner, he has created enough chaos here. Freedom and free order."

Wang Xiaofeng bowed slightly on the back of the unicorn, and couldn't even look at the young king. He drove the unicorn to meet with Paul. The three bone dragon knights had been successfully thrown away by him.

A snorted suddenly from behind him: "You will pay the price for your arrogance today, demon sacrifice."

"I hope I can fight you on the battlefield, His Majesty of the Shuer Empire."

The old goblin shook his head and chuckled twice. It’s a pity that the interesting young man was born in the light.

"Wow, you always surprise me," Paul looked at the unicorn where Wang Xiaofeng sat down with admiration. "The legend reappears, I'm afraid only you can do it, a magical guy."

"I finally got rid of the earth's restraint on my feet, although I also lost her gentle support," Wang Xiaofeng smiled and improved his literary value, making Comrade Wufu sigh. A comrade smiled, and the two flew to the camp of light at the same time.

"There was a heart-wrenching force in the volcano just now. It refused to go over. There was a world of the dragon clan." Paul gently stroked the red dragon's neck, as if comforting the skin of his lover. Wang Xiaofeng felt chills when he saw it.

But what does Xiaohua mean by a few whispers? She was treated as a Red Dragon Sister? Wang Xiaofeng smiled and gently scratched her. "He is a big monster named Chemuseus. He has no wings, like a giant python, so big that it is scary."

"Chemusius... Yes, that is the terrifying monster that guards the city of freedom in the legend, with amazing power to destroy the world and the last power of the dark camp." Paul shook his head and smiled, "I originally thought that the Holy Dragon of Light had no opponent, but I didn't expect it to exist."

"Holy Dragon of Light?" Wang Xiaofeng suddenly became interested. Such a title that is easily conquered by his pig's feet halo, so he must ask clearly the origin. "Are you also guarding the Holy Light City?"

"Yes, the Holy Dragon of Light is on the sacred mountain, but no one has discovered his trace for countless years. The City of Holy Light and the City of Freedom buried the oldest secret on the continent. Their existence is to protect this secret forever." Paul's eyes looked through the sky and seemed to see an unknown place. "In the long-standing myth, the sky and the earth were not shining brightly, and the two lives were playing."

"Uh..." Chaos began to open, and Yin and Yang intersected? A comrade chuckled a few times,

"They were later subjugated by two powerful gods, but they did not surrender, nor did they surrender to any gods. They just signed a contract to protect their last hope for light and darkness. During several battles of light and darkness, the Holy Dragon of Light saved the City of Holy Light countless times, but that was too long, so there are more records about Chemuseus in history books."

Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but wonder, and nodded later. Paul meant that the Holy See was weak before the long history. However, in the long history, the Holy See has gained an absolute advantage and forced Chemuseus out more times.

"The Holy Dragon of Light," a comrade was still a little interested in this. He really lacked aesthetic taste for the dark big guy just now. "Is it a man or a woman? Huh, is there any accurate image description?"

"Stop talking!" Paul glared at Wang Xiaofeng, "Where there is light, there will be the sense of the holy dragon. It is a great sin to blaspheme the holy dragon!"
Chapter completed!