In the mottled light, Dryus' figure became more and more hazy, with countless cracks spreading to his body, and the dark red light shone through his skin, clearly seeing the broken and healing organs inside.

A pure white color surging in the body could be seen!

Crank! Crank!

Crank! Crank!

The sound of steel collision sounded, and several pure white shackles emerged, embedded in the void, pulling and extending, causing Dryus to slowly float in the air.

The black cutter stained with sticky blood also hangs over Dryus's side.

The pure white and red and black lights contrast, shining on this closed secret room.

As time passed, Drayus fell into the sticky blood, unable to extricate himself, and his life energy like a candlelight swayed.

Modrian was powerless to do anything about this. He could only wait for the end of the card [Shackles of Fate] from the perspective of God.

Perhaps the inner prayer is perceived by the system, or it may be waiting for the final change.

A breath that was extremely suppressed suddenly appeared in the air, suppressing the people in the secret room.

Ao Wow!

Suddenly, the howl of a crazy and bloodthirsty wolf sounded out of thin air, and the sticky red and black blood splashed like ink, forming a giant wolf roaring towards the sky.

Nearly transparent red ripples appeared in the secret room, and a trace of inexplicable breath emanated from Drius's body.

At some point, Drayus had opened his eyes, and blood was filled with dark pupils, but he was unconscious, as if he was unconscious.

It seemed as if he could sense that Dryus opened his eyes, the crimson giant wolf kept roaring, and his body more than one foot moved in the narrow space around him.

Looking closely, it absorbs pure white energy particles in the air, which is the residual energy after the shackles penetrate the void.

After transforming through itself, it turns into crystal clear blood-colored energy and pours into Dryus's body.

And Dryus, nourished by mysterious power, is slowly healing his body full of cracks.

The muscle fibers in the body become stronger and tougher, and the broken and healing organs are nurturing inexplicable energy.

In a faint sense, Drayus exuded an unknown aura that seemed mysterious and majestic.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The continuous sound of shaking of shaking echoed in the void, and Dryus struggled unconsciously, while the pure white shackles were absorbed by the crimson giant wolf, making an inexplicable whine.

Bang!

As the first pure white shackle shattered, the next shackle could no longer hold on and broke one after another.

Immediately, the crimson giant wolf jumped and devoured the floating and broken shackles.

The red energy was released with a bang, lingering around Drayus's body like flames, melting its pure white light.

Bang!

The blood-stained hands held the black cutter floating in the air. At this time, the huge battle axe had already changed.

The scarlet axe blade reflects Dryus' godless face, and the dark and ferocious axe body and axe handle show the aura of choosing people.

Drius, who fell down, lowered his head and the crimson giant wolf ran around.

"god!"

"people!"

"everything!"

"I... long to break the shackles of fate!"

With the whispering sound echoed in the secret room, red energy like flames surged up, setting off endless waves of fire.

Submerge Drius, submerge crimson wolf, submerge everything.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

More than a dozen exquisite magic arrays embedded in the ceiling of the secret room, which could have covered the active elemental energy that could have been activated by magical items, were all destroyed at this moment, and the room was filled with scattered.

"Fate? Shackles?"

Modrian looked down at Drius, who was changing inexplicably, with a serious look on his face, as if the movement had not ended yet.

He had to feel a little glad that he had transferred Svein and the others in advance, otherwise another vision would appear, which might bring unknown changes to Valoran's stead, which had finally been stable and prosperous.

Zhao Xin stepped forward with a firm look, standing in front of "Modrian", the three-clawed dragon spear in his hand danced, blocking the spreading red fire waves.

At the same time, Svein gently tidied up his black shawl, and the rich black mist swelled behind him, and his left hand, which was shining with red light, stretched out his hem of his clothes.

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!

The mist was filled with solidity, and the sound of the crows was hoarse and hoarse in the secret room. Countless blood-red mists turned into groups of crows, gathering and dispersing impermanently, blocking the surging red waves like flames.

Rumble!

The transparent air waves were stirring, and rows of heavy wooden frames were tilted to the ground, and a large number of magic items fell to the ground.

Hum? Svein's face changed slightly, her head was dancing, and a hint of astonishment appeared in her eyes.

"Control your own strength, Dryus!"

With the low sound, the thick fog that had turned into countless blood-red flocks of crows burst out again.

In the hazy mist, it seemed as if a pair of black wings covering the sky slowly spread out behind Svein, and the spiraling and roaring crows drooped on the edge of their wings.

The dark wings slowly closed, suppressing the burning red energy on Drayus's body.

Aowoo! Aowoo!

The crimson giant wolf surrounding Dryus roared silently, and its dark eyes were covered with hideousness and madness. It wanted to run towards Svein, but for some reason, it was inexplicably bound to stop it.

After a last look at Svein, the crimson giant wolf soared into the air, with sharp claws flashing, and directly emptying the gap on the huge wings he had gathered.

The red energy continued to surge, trying to penetrate it and completely tear all obstacles in front of you.

But unexpectedly, the sound of the wind suddenly appeared, and a light green breeze appeared from the surrounding gaps, slowly wrapping around the wings, forming a faint blue seal.

Then, a strong breath of life surged underground, and a vast will came, firmly imprisoning this area.

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Limontanelu.

The Temple of Power in the Southeast Region.

A faint moonlight shines in this solemn building complex, reflecting the ethereal and majestic atmosphere.

In the silent main temple, the statue of the God of Power stands in the center, and the faintly blurred head slightly tilted to the left, facing the world with its left face.

The face of a god has never been something that mortals can see.

But at this moment, this silent statue had a subtle light radiating from the inside, gentle and sacred.

After a moment, it returned to normal again, as if nothing had happened.

A spell fluctuation appeared, and immediately the figure of Archbishop Agnes in the red appeared in the main temple, with a golden cloak rippling slightly.

"What's the situation? Why does the statue of God take the initiative to show his holy?" Agnes said softly, his old face full of doubt.

"But why did it disappear again?"

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The Grand Duchy of Tambefas.

The Temple of Wealth in the Iron Fortress.

This is a luxurious golden temple, with walls and eaves covered with various gems and precious metal sequins. Under the night, there is still a golden glow.

Bishop Isda looked at the vision of the disappearance of the statue of the Goddess of Wealth in front of him, and his face was very serious.

Tonight he happened to pray in the temple. Because of the contract of cooperation and trade with Valoran, he received a baptism of God and took a solid step towards the legendary road.

So recently, he has often come to the Temple of Wealth and witnessed the strange phenomena just now.

"Is the God's grace coming again? Or is there something unusual?" Bishop Isda secretly guessed, feeling a little excited and a little panicked.

Unlike other gods, the goddess of wealth pays great attention to her believers and will often descend to her incarnation and manifest herself in front of many believers.
Chapter completed!