I’M Really Not The Demon God’S Lackey
Chapter 158: - The moon turns off the lights for you
The devastating class, right before their eyes, turned directly into flying ashes! There is no fierce battle that will destroy the world, no major moves, and no unnecessary nonsense.
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Buck, Faded Moon Apostle, master of the Perverted Inquisition, the famous
"Dead State"
The destruction-level superhuman, one of the highest fighting forces in the Dome Church, secretly ushered in his own death, and even his ashes were raised.
This could be said to be the pinnacle of the overall combat power of the NUO Pyramid, but under everyone's eyes, he died like a child without a sense of existence - just as usual.
If it had been the previous two great explosions that looked like the rising sun, the apostate who killed two apostles in succession would have felt shocked, but it made sense and made sense to be so dynamic, he said, and what is amazing is clear to all.
Everyone could feel the power of these two explosive explosions, and what was clearer and more intuitive was the ruins of the seventh church that was destroyed with the ground.No wonder even the disciples could not stop it.
After all, even if they were to double their combat effectiveness, below this level of attack, there was only one dead end.
This shock was the shock of knowing the gap.
However, nothing is happening now, this is the true horror - the horror of the unknown! Right before everyone's eyes, without etheric fluctuations and precursors, the devastating class died on the spot, and there was no chance to resist.
This meant that his opponent was completely crushed! After Bakxia's destruction, he was on par with Pope Rodney behind him. He would definitely use his power to bless her, even if he was not a demigod. For more
But even so, Buck died here, and he didn't even enter the bookstore, which was too frightening.
Therefore, the spectators were all frightened, scalp and hair salon, spitting buttocks like birds and animals to remove the hatred, two legs, and even wings were added - a slow walk, a slow walk, maybe they were raised like Buck!
Therefore, Claude, who hurriedly rushed along with the people, stopped on the spot, looking at the outstanding people who had fled for their lives like flying around, flying around, his eyes were extremely helpless, and he ordered the people to capture some of these extraordinary people and rush over to escape, but he did not expect At this moment, he had no idea, a group of people from the Secret Ceremony Tower would suddenly appear, and they were unable to respond in panic.They were controlled in two or two times and taken to Crowder.
Those who were caught clearly knew the blond young man before them, all with one face
"Who called the police?!"
Hatred, and "
I want to run, don't stop me "
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Claude dislikes these bounty hunters who fear the world will not go awry and rely on the prize money to eat. He questioned the specific situation blankly. When he finds out that Buck is dead, he can't help but crouch down.
It's already a step too late! But when I found out that Buck died as slow as the autumn leaves, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, so relieved.
Claude could not help but look around and see that the surrounding houses were still intact, Boss Lin actually said what he said, and did not move much, either, not even one building was damaged.
However, judging from Buck's method of death, it seemed to Boss Lin, dealing with the destruction class did not require a big fight.
It's not an opponent at all,
It's just that - when Claude walked near the bookstore, he found that the bookstore window was tightly shut and the lights weren't turned on. It seemed like the situation was the same as the surrounding houses, indicating that the occupants inside were sleeping.
It seemed like Boss Lin was beaten while he was sleeping, and he was angry to wake up.
So I didn't even bother to say a word and just smashed it down strongly, slapped this big man and by the way, shocked the desperate boy.
"Then I won't bother you, let's wait until the door opens during the day.
Although he was standing on the side of the bookstore, the bookstore owner called him over the phone.
However, it is difficult to guarantee that a bookstore owner who is in a waking state will not treat him either - he should not be life threatening after cleaning, but there may be no way to visit this.
Claude called his subordinates to give the task and let them act separately, remembering to calm the worried commoner - he muttered while thinking:
“It turns out Boss Lin said that 039 is a vulnerable group that does not have the strength to hold chickens. The situation is very dangerous. I hope someone can be sent here soon.
Facing a terrifying existence like Boss Lin, their situation was indeed extremely dangerous, so I hope that Crowder can come quickly and erase this obvious appearance, lest they run too fast, I hope that Crowder can come quickly, too late to pursue.
When he did not take action, Boss Lin was very friendly and considerate, and the teacher and appraiser commissioners sent by the elders were indeed right.
But to his enemy, Boss Lin was probably a real demon.
Crowder cast his gaze into the air, where Buck, the Old Moon Apostle, was completely erased.
According to the witness, at that moment there was even a fluctuation-point ether without Claude inhaling a-0, his eyes condensed, and he slowly exhaled. What level of means is this ? The reason why Truth Society rated it as an anomaly, panic, destruction, and god was because so far, Azir had only four mortal life levels, and no one could go any further. He has an understanding now. Why should older chairs have retreated to this day, discussing how to handle and contact bookstore owners - what they really want is that level does not exist.
"Well! Rodney spewed 10 blood, his eyes dull and he couldn't believe it.
He saw _- this time, not melt like last time. On the contrary, the moon phase decoration on it is no abnormality, except for its original radiance like moonlight.
His faint brilliance faded away in an instant.
At the same time, he felt that the power from the moon had severed contact with him completely.
At the altar of worship, the silvery writhing placenta shrank violently, as if it was letting out a sharp cry like a baby, instantly ripped, and a lot of blood was flowing.
The tumor-like flesh in the placenta burned and turned into ashes with a spark.
Rodney's canthus completely cracked, and he rushed to the altar