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After all, there was a loud noise, and the chains on the sarcophagus suddenly snapped, and it opened itself, and a gust of cold wind gushed out of the coffin, blowing towards the entire hall, mixed with white phantoms It rushed out in the wind, and there was a sharp and strange laughter in the air, "Hahahaha, Moulton, you fool, you broke the forbidden spell yourself, let us out, you are dead, dead , Immediately get off the seat of the dark speaker, it belongs to me."

"I want to occupy that old guy's body, devour his body, torture his soul, and then, haha, I will be the boss of the Dark Council."

"Fuck you, I am the Speaker of the Darkness, you idiots are only worthy of being my subordinates."

The chairman let seven huge transparent ghosts circle around him, coughed a few times, but no one would care about him, these ghosts just came out of the confinement less than five seconds, and immediately came back Arguing and wrestling with each other, who can imagine how they spent thousands of years in that small coffin.

Finally, a ghost stopped in front of the speaker. It was an old man with a white beard and eyebrows covering his eyes. He was wearing exactly the same clothes as the speaker, especially the six-pointed star pendant on his chest that symbolized the identity of the dark speaker.

The old man stroked his beard and laughed, "Moulton, I thought we would see you in the coffin soon. We have already discussed that after you move in, we will beat you hard." Dun, who would have thought that you would let us out, well, tell me, we can help you, but you know the price, hehe."

The speaker glared at the old guy, but after thinking about it, he would not be as knowledgeable as a few ghosts who had died for thousands or hundreds of years, so he said with a serious face, "The Holy See has assembled a large number of people and is going to treat us Attacking."

Before he finished speaking, all the ghosts gathered around, hissing in surprise.

"What? Are you going to kill the stinky bastards of the Holy See? I'm going! My hands haven't been stained with the blood of the priests for thousands of years. Give me a young body, bring my war horse, and My armor, my sword!"

"The bastards in the Holy See finally got the hang of it, they finally agreed to launch an attack! Damn, when I was alive, I waited for hundreds of years, but I still haven't waited for it. Moulton, don't lie to us, or you will be punished if you go to hell." Cut off the tongue."

The speaker smiled slightly, "This time the Holy See has mobilized all the people, and we are the same. This is a holy war in the true sense. This time, either we will die or they will die. Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, satisfied, so satisfied!" The eyes of the seven old ghosts lit up at the same time, and their bodies changed into various shapes excitedly. The old man with white beard nodded excitedly, "Okay, in that case, we will I lend you the power to cut off the pope's head with my own hands, this price is enough, Moulton, don't cry out for pain!" After speaking, he spun a few times in the air, and got into the speaker's body with a whoosh.

"Don't cry out it hurts!"

"Don't cry out it hurts!"

The ghosts screamed and rushed over. The chairman opened his arms, and white light emerged from his body. He felt that his soul was being torn apart by these guys, and he cursed bitterly in his heart.

In the setting sun, in the blood castle, Monica slowly walked up from a dazzling red blood pool. The huge bathing pool, almost 50 meters long, was filled with bright red blood. Fill it up.

Monica hasn't bathed in virgin blood for many years, but with a big war coming up, she needs to get her magic back to peak condition.

Taking a light breath, the blood sticking to the skin was quickly evaporated, revealing the delicate and smooth skin, the wonderful naked body.At the same time, a black ball of light appeared in Monica's abdomen, spinning continuously, surrounded by many small black and blood-red balls of light.

One night, when Lin Chen transmitted the power of the egg of darkness into her body, it also had some strange energy attached to it.Like a seed meeting fertile soil, these weird energies quickly took root in Monica's body.

It was given to her by Lin Chen. Of course, Monica did not refuse, so she began to practice in accordance with the attributes of this energy. However, after a while, she was surprised to find that after this energy grew stronger, it actually had some incredible effects. For example, I can release these energies, detect the movement around me without using my eyes and ears, and strengthen my own attack and defense. What's even more amazing is that using this energy as a medium can actually make the darkness in her body The energy and the energy of the blood race are perfectly fused together, and it becomes the form that looks like a cosmic celestial body.

Monica has also cultivated the power of darkness to a very high level, almost comparable to a high-level dark sage. The talent of the blood queen cannot be underestimated.Of course, she also loved Lin Chen's little gift, and couldn't help kissing her sweetheart lightly in her heart.At the same time, pray that idiot, don't mess around.

Transformed into a heroic and gorgeous battle armor, Monica took a look at her slender and smooth jade legs. She didn't intend to lose to those old men. After this war, she was still waiting to spend countless times with her beloved man. In the lingering night, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, Monica reached out and summoned a mass of red and black entangled flames, crushed them, and flew out of the huge window with her spread wings.

About [-] miles away from the British-French border, Lin Chen led a group of men to wreak havoc. The scattered French villages along the way were all severely destroyed by them and then set on fire. Burned out, a group of bearded Arabs in the back looked at their behavior in doubt, his old friend Ratait shrugged his beard, and said very puzzled, "Lin, if you think about these European Catholic guys It’s not pleasing to the eye, we can go to big cities like Paris and London, find a few cathedrals and plant a few bombs, please, it’s so boring to vent our anger on these dilapidated small villages.”

They were standing in front of a country church that had been burned beyond recognition, its dilapidated walls crumbling down and a statue of Jesus deliberately dragged outside and smashed to pieces .