I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

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Gang electricity flashed across, and instantly illuminated the contours of the dark and thick fog rolling. The huge corpse of the god has been completely eliminated in the darkness. The unknown object that launched a long-range attack not far away also stopped moving. "This 0S5 battle is over?" a Lin put down the sword in his hand, and controlled the lion to take two steps forward. The sword as bright as flame illuminated the front a little, but it was covered by fog. The place is still as quiet. The enemy who appeared at the end, to be reasonable, actually made him feel surprised and caught off guard. Mainly because the timing is sudden.

He has just been immersed in this extremely realistic "VR game" experience. The instinct of Candela's body and his soul as a sword spirit make the battle as if the beginner's guide was really opened, and the difficulty has dropped considerably. Lin Jie felt that he was hanging up, and the one who was really fighting was actually Candela, he just provided a directional decision. And the god in this dream is obviously not the god that made Candela go crazy at first. Compared with the god in Candela 21Z, this very powerful god only has momentum.

According to Candela, a new god reappeared after ten thousand years, posing a great threat to his people, so he listened to Lin Jie's advice and decided to help them with all his might before they perished. Past self. Then challenge God again.

Use similar experiences to make up for the regrets of the year. Lin Jie appreciated Candela's behavior of listening to her opinions and correcting her mistakes, and felt that her imagination was invincible in her dreams.

From the appearance of this 0SS light, the pressure of the huge body is really overwhelming, but the real combat power is not very good.

In the distance of the black fog, only the faint roars and noises like the sound of wind continued to sound in the fog. Candela's voice suddenly came from the bottom of my heart, with a hint of relief: "It's over... Thank you for your help, I have finished I have fulfilled my last wish and guarded my subjects and land with the only remaining strength. Ten thousand years have passed, - everything is gone with the wind, this is all I can do. "It is always easier to escape than to face, If it wasn't for your guidance, I'm afraid I'd never be able to face my true face, my cowardice and despicableness. "Thank you."i

Lin Jie's heart moved, and he looked down at his hand holding the sword. The gorgeous and delicate gauntlets exuded a faint light, and the whole arm began to become clear, gradually turning into golden particles, and it was the ending that it dissipated with the wind. Even if Lin Jie thinks about it, Candela is already dead after all, it is only because his resentment and unwillingness are entangled in the sword that his soul has been lost after 10,000 years.

Judging from the memory of Candela felt by Lin Jie, he was indeed a worthy king before he went crazy. For him, being able to sacrifice all his remaining strength to defend his country again is indeed a blessing happy things. It's just that because of his own self-criticism and cowardice, he didn't dare to face the past. Mr. Lin's bowl of chicken soup has an outstanding effect. Not only does it directly untangle people's hearts, but in other words, in some To a certain extent, the spirit of resentment attached to the sword has been "exceeded".

"Although he died, he was finally able to return to his hometown and his countrymen. For him, this is probably the best ending. This 'dungeon' is considered to be the final clearance, right? Lin Jie thought to himself and smiled. , waved his hand: "You're welcome. Candela's body gradually disintegrated, and golden particles flickered and scattered around. As far as the light reaches, the darkness recedes, and the thick fog-covered soil is exposed, and beautiful swaying flowers grow. Thousands of years ago, the country was full of flowers.

Above the scorched-earth battlefield, the water vapor remaining in the air turned into fresh rainwater and fell. The smoke and dust were filled with dust, slowly being dragged by the wind. The heavy cloud cover vortex has been swept away by the huge ether energy that shot into the sky. The heavy rain that lasted for more than a month finally ushered in the end. The elf driving the lion police stands awe-inspiringly like a god of war at the junction of dream and reality.

This confrontation only lasted for a few minutes, but everyone who followed and participated in this battle witnessed how the Elf carried the Ether Star Cannon head-on, and how the three Ether Star Destroyer Cannons of the Truth Society were all destroyed. destroyed. The knights of the Mystic Tower were stunned, and they all fell into a state of sluggishness for a few seconds. Although Wintton still shouted "Keep calm and maintain vigilance" in the communication device, some people near the edge of the dream inevitably fell into a brief panic and became a mess. On the side of the Truth Society, there is a coexistence of silence and scrambling. Winston also understands that it is unlikely that his orders will be fully executed in this case. He is now covered in cold sweat on his back and forehead. A-meter's palms are even more slippery...

He let out a long -0 breath and looked at the King Candela who came out of the legend. Then his pupils shrank, and he found that the elf's body began to blur, and Xiaokai turned into a light spot. Wyntodon immediately felt the reduction of the scope of the dream, and the ether fluctuations began to become weak. He judged based on experience that with the death of the god-level dream beast, the dream rift began to close automatically, but he still stared at the elf and did not relax. Since it is automatically dissipated, it means that he should indeed be an ancient heroic spirit who was summoned by someone, and someone issued an order behind his back to manipulate his behavior. The biggest possibility behind the scenes is naturally the owner of the bookstore. I don't know if he will take any action. Then Wyntodon saw that the elf that was about to disappear suddenly seemed to remember something. He showed a very bright smile and waved his hand forward.

Wynthoughton couldn't help but looked at the elf's gaze, which was the direction of the Truth Society that he had beaten to no end. As we all know, you are welcome to respond to thank you.

That is to say, it means

"Don't thank me for labeling you like this, that's what I should do."

"Bang! Wow! The sound of an angry hammer on the table was followed by the sound of a large number of things being swept to the ground. In the conference room, on the screen of the ether monitor, the elf smiled and waved and said you were welcome. This is dazzling. Almost crooked, gritted his teeth, creaked smoothly, his facial features were twisted, his whole body trembled, and he showed extreme incompetence and rage.

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