"Kaos, Nami...you come to me." Resa said.

The others don't have to worry about Risa, but the Lightning Team cannot withstand this large magic.

Kaos and others are ordinary people, and they can't stop this kind of attack.

The power of the little sun in front of me is probably comparable to a Tomahawk missile.

"Mr. Magri Modric, I think they seem to be a little despised by you," said Delinfusheng. "When they looked at you, there was no respect or fear, you were a tyrant."

Magri Modric looked at Delin and then looked at the Americans.

It seems that as Delin said, they have no fear.

Magri Modric doesn't like such enemies.

He likes to see his enemies' fear and overwhelmingness.

Magri Modric raised his right arm, tweaked forward.

The little sun shone into the center of the camp.

boom

The huge fire seemed to destroy everything.

But the flames and shocks seemed to be extinguished faster than expected.

Maybe it's because it's raining.

But Magri Modric believes that the power of the little sun is enough to make half of them die.

The remaining half will also lose the power of resistance.

However, when the fire gradually disappeared, the group of Americans still stood there.

They didn't seem to be hurt.

The figures in the camp were very messy, tall, short, male, female, standing there unevenly.

But in this chaos, there is a kind of silence that is difficult to explain clearly.

Renesana's petite body seemed a little breathing, and her face was a bit irritable.

She absorbed too much heat energy and now she needs to find a place to pour it out.

Or someone...

At this moment, a big hand was placed on Resa's shoulder.

"Risa, do you need to share some?" Gaia asked.

"No, I like this full load state, I can still put more on it." Risa said calmly.

Magri Modric was a little surprised. Why were they not dead? There were not even those injured.

Could anyone among them have some kind of magic that can restrain their own little sun?

Jolin Nash walked out of the camp alone and walked towards Magri Modric.

"Sir, I think we can have a conversation." Jolin Nash said, staring at Magrie Modric.

"Did you choose to surrender?" Magri Modric was still arrogant and looked at Jolin Nash condescendingly.

"No, you gave me this magic and I'll let you survive, okay?" Jolin Nash looked at Magri Modric sincerely.

"Haha... Little girl, do you know my name? I'm from the Holy Fire Cult, I'm a tyrant." Magri Modric: "Do you know what I'm best at for me? Or do you think you can block my attack once and then have the capital to fight me?"

"Tyrant?" Jolin Nash touched his chin and turned his head to look at West: "Mr. West, if I give me a nickname called Tyrant, will the President agree?"

"Your name is Tyrant, then I'm the Queen." Resa immediately participated in the discussion.

"You can only call a princess at most," Moore said.

"No, I don't want to share a name with a bear," Risa said.

Magri Modric's face turned dark, and these Americans seemed to have no regard for him at all.

It’s not good to not take the Holy Fire Cult seriously!

"Damn Americans, you have to pay for your ignorance!" Magri Modric shouted.

No one likes to be despised or even ignored.

What's more, Magri Modric is a very irritable person.

Jolin Nash looked at Magri Modric: "It seems you don't agree, but it doesn't matter, I'll let you speak anyway."

As he said that, Jolin Nash pointed at Magri Modric and shot.

biu

A red light shot out from Jolin Nash's fingers.

Magri Modric immediately imposed a magic shield on himself, but the red light instantly shattered the magic shield and penetrated Magri Modric's shoulders at the same time.

Everyone showed surprise. Magri Modric was injured? He was actually injured?

"Death Ray!?" Magri Modric is also proficient in fire magic, so of course he knows that this is death ray.

It has extremely powerful penetration here.

Delin's face changed slightly, as if the strength of these Americans was stronger than expected.

At least Jolin Nash's strength surprised Delin a little.

After all, the one next to him is the tyrant Magri Modric.

Not everyone can hurt him.

Jolin Nash looked at Magri Modric with a smile.

Magri Modric was even more furious: "Free Attack."

In an instant, more than fifty Holy Fire believers attacked members of the Supernatural Society.

At this moment, vines suddenly emerged from the ground.

These vines came very suddenly and caught seven or eight Holy Fire Cultists in an instant.

Those believers let out tragic screams.

The vines tied tighter and tighter, almost crushing their bones.

Moyed brick looked at West: "Mr. West, can I kill them?"

"Of course, whatever." West kept standing there and nodded slightly.

Delin was even more surprised that the young man of Moyed was such a powerful natural plant psychic.

Meanwhile, Resa launched an attack.

She began to talk about the heat she absorbed poured on the priests of the Holy Fire Church.

Resa slapped more than a dozen palms from the air, and each palm burst out with a powerful and high-temperature impact.

Those Holy Fire Cultists who had no time to impose magic shields were instantly torn apart. Even those with magic shields did not mean that they could withstand such shocks. However, relatively speaking, their fate was not as miserable as their companions.

Gagera and Higashino Tenshi like this kind of melee the most.

The key is to let them cut people.

Especially Higashino Tenki, the moment he was unsheathed, he directly transformed into a samurai.

The weapon he was holding was the demon sword, White-faced Guiche.

The demon sword was unsheathed, and the demonic aura filled in an instant.

Higashino Tenxi transformed into a wild and cruel monster, with only slashes in his mind.

And it's a slash!

Gagera beside her reminded him.

"White-faced ghost, be honest, otherwise, our boss will throw you into the magma."

In an instant, Dongye Tianxi woke up much more.

White-faced Guiche really wanted to kill Gagera, but he didn't want to face Chen Zhao's anger.

Although there is no absolute freedom in this state, it is at least within the scope that he can accept.

"Damn, these people are very difficult to deal with, retreat!" Magri Modric shouted.

Suddenly, in the direction of the Death Canyon, a darker cloud than the night shrouded outwards.
Chapter completed!