Bang!

A dazzling golden light beam hit the silver shield wall, and countless tiny runes of the tiny and mysterious runes melted and faded, disintegrating and shattering.

Seeing this situation, Nancy's calm expression gradually became ferocious, and her fear of death climbed up to her pale face.

"No, no!"

He lowered his head and stared at the silver magic pattern array under his feet. Several cracks slowly emerged, and then spread around like a spider web.

"How could this happen!"

This is the space teleportation scroll given by Agnes under the crown of the crown of Agnes. It is the last trump card he retains and the hope of leaving. (Agnes Rodney, the Archbishop of the Temple of Power.)

Now, everything is destroyed, and the countdown for the God of Death begins!

Nancy, desperate, watched helplessly as the silver glow dissipated, and his body was also dissipating. However, unlike just now, his body was folded and twisted like broken glass, broken into pieces, but no trace of blood was overflowing.

The space tunnel opened by the teleportation scroll was interrupted by powerful forces, and Nancy fell into the collapsed space and had nowhere to escape.

"I'm not willing!!!"

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"Is it over?"

Modrian walked out of the ruins of the building, still holding a gray shield in his hand, looking at the streets of Renwall that had turned into ruins in front of him with a look of marvel.

The prosperity of the past has been destroyed, leaving only ruins and decorative ruins.

As the lord of Valoran, it is impossible to say that he does not feel sorry for him, but compared to retaining the coveted powerful enemies and once again shocking the noble forces in the northern kingdom, the sacrifice is worth it.

In addition to the above disadvantages, there are some invisible benefits for the town of Irvingdale. At least the strength exposed now can give many traders and wandering mercenaries a certain sense of security and transform them into more prosperous economic benefits.

Walking on the concave and convex road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, Modrian remained calm, but ripples appeared in his heart. This destructive power that was comparable to missiles in his previous life is really enviable.

The shadow emerged, and Jie's figure stepped out from it and walked towards Modrian.

"Lord, this is a gift for you!" Jie held a head covered with blood in his left hand and raised it easily.

Modrian searched for the scenes in his memory, and seemed to have no idea about the dead person in front of him, and asked in confusion: "Who is this guy?"

"The assassin who participated in this attack is quite strong." Jie snarled. Although Chapman died at his hands, his strength was still recognized by Jie.

"Okay!" Modrian shrugged and said. He was very relieved about the strength of the catastrophe. The role of shadow flow is also crucial to the Valoran Corps today.

Intelligence, exploration, removal of spies and sentry detectives are all under the responsibility of Shadowflow and have achieved significant results.

He looked up at the sky that was gradually regaining peace. The overlapping marks of the space disappeared, and Nancy Peters, the bishop of the Temple of Power, was completely annihilated in the collapsed space.

Even legends have to be careful when facing sudden space collapse.

"The Temple of Power, a group of covetous people, also wanting to gain control of Valoran, is really unreasonable." Modrian smiled calmly.

The deaths of two important figures are a huge loss to the Temple of Power in the vortex of Stoke Kingdom deep in the depths.

There may be some revenge next, but Valoran is not only the strength exposed now.

Modrian continued to move forward and met Poppy and Gulagas who were talking ‘friendly’. The combination of one tall and one short looked a bit strange.

"Hire... Poppy, you shouldn't have such a heavy hand. I haven't experienced the feeling of fighting yet." Gugaras shook his fat body and pretended to be crazy. Drunk will only make his strength even more terrifying, but it will not take away his will to focus.

"Hey, big guy, if I don't take action, that guy will run away." Poppy said with Oren's hammer and tilted his head, with a hint of disdain on his blue face.

"Do you understand the space spell? Yes... forget it, you won't understand it anyway."

"You just know that if we don't stop that guy, he will leave here safely and continue to covet our territory."

"How could I let the other party run away? I'm a wine barrel, Gulagas!"

The tone of muttering was slightly high, but Gulagas didn't dare to go too far. In the previous "friendly" exchanges, he had suffered a lot from Oren's Hammer.

After siping with ale barrel, he continued, "Happy time has just begun a period of fun and it has ended. It's really not satisfying!"

"I want to be satisfied? Then we can have a 'friendly' discussion. Don't worry, I will show mercy." Poppy turned his head slightly, and his blue face showed a hint of interest.

"Hire......I don't think I need to, Lord Lord is here." Gulagas hurriedly ended the topic and shook his fat body towards Modrian.

"It's just why I feel something is wrong..."

Not only Gulagas, but also Poppy beside him, and the calamity not far away, looked up at the pure blue sky. The sky that had already recovered from tranquility suddenly had a strange change.

The clouds drifted and gathered, and a golden sunlight slowly emerged in the blue sky, shining on the world again like a new sun.

Gentle, quiet.

The faint song echoed in everyone's ears, and the tune was very similar to the music played by the bard, pleasant and melodious.

And amid the sudden mysterious music, a heroic ancient poem seems to be reflected in the pure sky, accompanied by the golden sunlight, gradually condensed into a closed eye.

"Who is chanting my real name?"

A voice filled with sacred majesty echoed between heaven and earth. For a moment, it seemed that this sound would last forever in the world, and everything was suppressed and could not move at all.

"Real name!?"

The moment Modrian heard the sound, the calm expression on his face disappeared, and a solemn appearance appeared. He looked up at the sky that was rendered by gold at this moment, and a storm wave was stirred up in his heart.

Among the information he knows, the real name is not so easy to pronounce.

Every existence with a real name has extremely terrifying strength, and the real name is a mark engraved in the depths of their souls and a unique representative left in this space and time.

The chanting person must imagine the complete image of the other party, the characteristics of the other party's power and the deeds of the world. (This is very simple for the bishop of the temple, after all, it is easier for those who believe in it than ordinary people.)

Obviously, the eyes that are now emerging from the sky are the reflection of the power conveyed by a terrifying existence when he heard someone chanting his real name.

"It is a bit unexpected that the Temple of Power actually has such strength in the Kingdom of Stoke."

Trepidation!

The screaming birds sounded, breaking the stagnant time and space at this moment!

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Say what you are inside: Sometimes when facing things you like to do and work that have to make a living, you really can’t have the best of both worlds!

I can only guarantee to update as much as possible now. As for who can explain the matter in the future, encourage myself and come on!
Chapter completed!