Before Zhu Guanlei left, [War Scythe] continued to aim its "sharpness" at Luther. With the interference from others, it still wanted to settle the score with Zhu Guanlei.

That woman looked familiar to Luther. "Pa!"

Several flirtations in a short period of time, coupled with the withdrawal of new "residents", allowed me to subdue my long-term hunger addiction and no longer have the tendency to run away.

Just passing under the scythe under the totem, being tightly bound by chains, the totem is only alive and still in motion, and that kind of struggle is still going on.

The return of the gods does not mean that a group of extremely powerful and terrifying beings have returned to this world through a teleportation circle.

The son of God could only retreat to observe the situation again, or simply stop the operation of the altar, but I still did everything. I picked up the glass of fruit wine and drank it.

A weak soul power appeared in the consciousness space that originally belonged to Luther and [Scythe of War]. Immediately afterwards, Luther saw the huge Marvalho, walking outside the consciousness space.

,I'm looking for.

Luther took it and said to it:

"Send him to the mission hospital."

"For less than half of my memory, I was developing ordinary war equipment to deal with other religions and gods. I am a war madman."

Zhu Guan clutched his chest with one hand, and quickly took out a cigarette with the other hand, lit it, and took a deep puff. However, the suppression that had no effect in the future had no obvious effect now.

"Next time, you have to take a group of volunteers to the hole in the ground to wipe our butts. Does he know why?"

How is it?"

"Uh, bad." Marchetti wanted to change the topic, "How does it feel to fight in the back line?

"Kanna, slow down, lock you down!"

Got out.

Luther looked at the war scythe beside him. It had just fallen and divided Machetti.

"If it doesn't work, that's one of the ways to vent."

"Is he cold?" Marchetti pointed to Luther's forehead.

"That's an excuse."

There is a way. Even if the character of the villain of the Son of God is far beyond ordinary people, who would have thought that the person sitting across from me now is the No. 7 figure of the Whip of Order.

Everything in Luther's sight turned gray-white.

The artifact also has no emotions. He has lost its mark, and when he wants to obtain it for the seventh time, it will feel betrayed.

"Huh, it worked. It seems he made a mistake in negotiating."

Chains of order with traces of rust spread out from Luther's feet, retreating and surrounding the Scythe of War.

"He should prepare himself for the bad. If he sleeps for a while longer, it will be time for him to use it and it will be time for him to atone for his sins."

Luther, who was sitting under the chair, raised his head and looked at me. At that moment,

Zhu Guanlei subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face. It was out of flattery, I had to do that, but because I felt the anger coming from Luther's words.

That time, I could really blame my hunger addiction.

Is there any moral restraint, is there any rule restraint, is there anything that he knows is natural?

I'm holding on to the lake, I'm about to lose control

Just like when you strangle other souls outside the soul space in the future, you will become a beast that has no emotions or thoughts and only knows how to satisfy its hunger.

I am an elder of the temple, but now I am more like a weapon spirit. My words only last for a thousand years.

"Hiss..."

"Yes, this newspaper is the Weekly Order."

The male temple elder said to the bottom:

"Little man, Junior Zhu Guanlei said that the weapon spirit of [Scythe of War] now has too little self-awareness, so you need to be vigilant."

This made Karen feel an indescribable feeling of nausea.

"Yes, go by yourself."

It is like a proud white swan, waiting for Luther to pray to it.

Luther pretended to be panicked and walked out of the laboratory. Da Kangna, who had been waiting inside, saw Luther coming out and immediately followed him.

The carriage drove out of the boundary and retreated into the city of York. As a result, it accidentally drove off an election parade.

Zhu Guanlei rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, hey, hey, it's like that. You have always taken good care of you."

Therefore, although Luther can see Marvarius, Marvarus can only see himself, unless I take the initiative to break the restrictions on the outside and gain control over the outside.

Marchetti pursed his lips and asked: "Closing the net?"

"Little Man of Marvalho."

The hunger addiction sculpture ended its anger, and Zhu Guan's eyes gradually turned dark red.

"Yes, he knows that it's just a cup under the coffee table in the living room. You even put out your cigarette butt outside the kitchen faucet."

"Since we want to restart that safe game, you first let us experience the atmosphere of that game."

"Bad, you will."

Zhu Guanlei smiled and said: "They still have to deal with me."

I saw a middle-aged woman sitting outside the front seat of a convertible, waving

While smiling at his supporters on both sides.

Forehead"

Very slowly, Luther remembered that I had piled up: John Ukunga.

The woman continued to walk outside.

We are not enemies, because gods can be distinguished by intangible and tangible forms. The resistance of the Cult of Kosmos to gods is not only reflected in the level of war with gods. At this time, winning or losing has the meaning in the traditional sense:

Luther hesitated to ask the question, but said: "Your knowledge of Mr. Wu Kongdan mainly comes from picking up paper."

The male temple elder looked shocked.

Before he finished explaining, Zhu Guanlei realized that he had to explain. Any abnormal behavior in front of that person would be limited and minimized out of his sight, especially when the other person was only looking at him.

That was the first full-scale outbreak of hunger addiction before his strength improved, and its extent was completely beyond his imagination.

Luther: I.........bad delicious food.

I rolled up my left sleeve, and it was the same as the large mark missing on the back of my right hand. Under my left arm, extending from my wrist to my shoulder, there was no sickle totem.

Marvalho shook his head:

"It's a disguise."

"Oh, bad."

Marvalho looked at [Scythe of War], and I raised my hand, as if preparing to retreat and suppress it to verify my hunch.

"Friend, this is just for you. If you have a problem, he is busy with his business, so you can leave."

"Marvalho, he is lost and becomes more and more talkative."

Outside is a stretched space with various altars, formations, and all kinds of strange things on display.

It aimed its sharp edge at Luther, as if threatening Luther.

Marvalho asked: "Is this... the... apostate who blew up the temple?"

"By the way, what happened just now?" Luther asked.

"Oh...really?" Zhu Guanlei asked again.

The carriage activated its concealment formation, flew into the air, and passed the electoral procession without encountering any hindrance.

I concealed it very badly, and there was no flaw in it, but according to my habit of getting along with myself, I should have made some nervous jokes before the blessing started, but it was a book

Serious "That would be a weak child".

"That's what I have to say in front of you."

Zhu Guanlei walked out of the laboratory, and Luther sat under the chair outside.

Luther looked at Marchetti, his eyes slightly focused.

Since that era, no religious sect has given up on the pursuit of the power of gods. Although Mr. Cullen has only spoken, there is still a piece of experimental material left, and we are only preparing a bad pair."

"ah?"

Its behavior of "hiding" Luther is similar to how big friends hide their toys from each other for fear of being taken away.

"You sensed his breath while you were sleeping. You have been looking for him. You have been looking for him for a thousand years."

Luther wiped it hard with the back of his hand and said, "I must have slept badly."

"Let's have something to drink." Zhu Guanlei handed Zhu Guan a teacup.

The dispute between the two sides is about to break out.
To be continued...