Opening, a Star Cup

Jumping high, the Fire Prison Overlord looked at Nero, who was just up to his waist, with disdain, and slapped the little flea away with a slap like before.

Under the eyes of everyone, a blue magic circle suddenly appeared under Nero's feet.

The body bounced up again, directly over the head of the fire bull.

Then it was chopped down with a knife, bang! !

A large number of sparks sputtered from the horns.

"How is it possible!" the Overlord of the Prison of Fire roared angrily, a trace was slightly cracked on his horn.

From the crack came an aura that was both familiar and terrifying to him.

The reptile!His strength!

It looked at Nero's distinct demonic arm.

"Your arm... still has the strength just now, you are not human!" Fire Bull said in a deep voice.

After a round of baptism of black magic, and being punched on the forehead again, the flames burning on the Overlord of the Infernal Prison dimmed.

"Forget about it...the damn thing," Nero said.

He remembered that he didn't know where to put his arms before, and he couldn't avoid Ji Liye's gaze at all.

If Ji Liye treats him as a devil, he will cry.

"You're just like he used to be..."

"Then what does 'he' look like?" Nero raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect Fire Bull to say that.

"I must restore my strength!" Fire Bull spoke in a deep voice without answering directly.

Son of Sparta, indeed

He's here because someone woke it up.Tell him that the blood of Sparta may appear in the world again.

Although this is still very immature

But with the power of these strange 'reptiles', maybe they can really kill themselves.

At this time, the Overlord of the Prison of Fire had already planned to slip away.

But Nero is unwilling to let the other side go now!

'What the fuck do you mean half-speaking!Who the hell is he! '

Nero, who didn't know his life experience since he was a child, thought he was an ordinary human orphan, now finds out

My own identity seems a bit complicated.

His ferocious claw, which is definitely not a 'human' arm, is the biggest proof!

Chapter 32 You can't imagine the joy of on-site card printing!

Peng! !Pumbaa! !The Overlord of the Prison of Fire turned his back, as if fleeing back towards the gate of hell where he came from.

"Black Magician!" Finally recovering from the scene where the fire bull escaped from the light wave intact, the nameless Pharaoh woke up instantly when he saw that the fire bull was about to run away.

"Black magic!" The black magician didn't say anything, he just looked at the fire bull with colder eyes.

Jade's staff reappeared, and the purple magic light cannon was about to be released.

"Roar!" Sensing the danger, what responded to the black magician was the huge roar of the fire bull and the sudden flames bursting out from the ground.

Boom boom boom, the flames centered on the fire cow and spread outward all the way.

Soon the flames rushed towards the humans on the ground, and when Joan saw it, she hurriedly stood in front of them and raised her holy banner.

"My flag, please protect my compatriots!! 【My God is here—(LUminosite—Eternelle)!!"

There is a legend that says, "A witch like Joan of Arc, I would be happy to set her on fire." The soldier who threatened to see her after she was burned saw the flying white dove, and only then did he realize that he had killed the real witch. Saint, and deeply regret it.

That is the brilliance that leads people to hope!The light of the banner that belongs exclusively to this saint.

It once protected the people of France and guided the people of this land out of the battlefield to the banner of peace.

Under the white and warm sacred light, flutter in the wind!

Now, Jeanne shouted the true name of that Noble Phantasm again...!

"My God is here!" At this moment, it is the time to defend the country and protect our compatriots!

Seeing this brilliance, those wandering people were in a trance, and suddenly they no longer felt flustered.

They gathered under the banner of Joan of Arc, could not help but shed tears of piety and repentance in their eyes, and knelt down to pray to the 'Lord'.

Pray to the 'Lord' who sent a saint to save them.

It is a pity

"The Lord has long since died, but I am the only one who knows about this." The corner of Kong's mouth curled up in a thousand-year-old building block, and he shook his head.

Regardless of being an omniscient and omnipotent God in any world, the description of the God of the Bible will never be inferior to the person who has achieved the "unique God" at this time.

Kong naturally wouldn't let such a 'god' be born.

In this regard, a dead "God" who can only appear in fairy tales is good enough for him and the world.