Alien Queen

Chapter 1056: A Game of Chess

No matter how hard he tried, Farus couldn't hold back his trembling hands, and the cold that oozed from the depths of his soul made him unable to contain the fear of deepening into the bone marrow.

It's terrible, terrible...

Almost half of the super powers in the church were sent, including the five cardinals such as the referee and the cardinal Dior, as well as so many angels and 70,000 magic corps. It can be said that it is completely annihilated.

"It's over, it's all over..."

Farus swallowed hard, and looked at the Murah, who was chased like a funeral dog on the mirror surface of the magic crystal, and watched another octagonal reluctantly support a few moves in the crowded alien form. Torn to pieces by a monster with a big behemoth beast, this eight-winged angel could not help but arouse the spirit.

Farus couldn't figure out how these innate beasts that belonged to that human summoner would get more and more brave. He could fully see that in the scene projected on the magic crystal mirror, a large number of alien beasts were severely traumatized, and The power of the Holy Light apparently eroded and hurt their souls, and they were basically the heavier the injury and the more fierce the battle.

"Your Majesty, you won't go there anymore, the last Cardinal in Lowe Plains will be killed."

Farus looked away from the magic crystal mirror and looked at the Pope. Although before the Pope had explained the reason for the inaction, he could really see the familiar and powerful figures die one after another. This is still It made Farus a little difficult to accept.

Pope Saint Paul was still sitting quietly and quietly on the chair. He gazed calmly at the scene on the magic crystal mirror, and he didn't see any strange color on his face, just like the plane on the Lowe Plains again after 10,000 years. Those who died or will die in the war don't care about him at all.

"If I were to go, would I still wait until now?"

Regarding the exceptionally generous and bright Pope of Fallus, he did not get angry because of his idiot's proposal, but responded indifferently: "I didn't plan to go at the beginning, and if they did, they would not die. ."

"So..."

Farus glanced at the Pope in awe and said with courage: "Aren't they dead in vain?"

"How could he die in vain"

The Pope Guang smiled slightly and said, "Don't the Ming tribe have been annihilated by the whole army, even if the great credit goes to Nicholas, but the result is the same-at least we can say that the enemy of the Ming tribe has been removed."

"What about the rest?"

Seeing that His Majesty the Pope did not reprimand himself, Farus suddenly said something: "Your Majesty, no matter the seriously wounded or the surviving soldiers, they are our solid believers and forces, so they just watched them. Die..."

"They die, they are also valuable."

The Pope of Light interrupted Farus's voice. He felt that the soul of his younger brother, who only likes to use martial arts to cause trouble, is not at all brainless. He took the initiative to resurrect in the body of Farus.

"First, they died for jihad. Everyone, even the lowest orc skunk sorcerer, will be respected by the world and future generations. Second, I want to see how Nicholas will deal with them."

"Is this important?"

The first point was that Farus could understand that even if he didn’t agree, and the second point was that he was a bit confused, and he couldn’t help but ask: “Your Majesty, how do you think Nicholas handles them? Put or kill, what can it mean? Meaning?"

"of course."

Pope Saint Paul smiled faintly and said, "I want to see if he sees Thunderstorm in his present state, and after he is forced to the present state by me, will he be like he once said-a large number of Humans or intelligent creatures, including the humans, orcs, elves, and nether races that currently exist on the battlefield of Lowe Plains, will he turn the millions of intelligent races still alive there into his beasts?"

"Quantity does not play a crucial role, but when the quantity accumulates to a certain level, it becomes extremely scary."

Farus is increasingly unable to understand what his majesty the Pope really did. He couldn’t help but say: “This is the earliest Majesty you have said, just like before, Bishop Murah’s magic bombardment may reach Less than that horrible momentum, I believe that the 70,000 magicians also played a decisive role. Millions of wisdom races, if Nicholas really has so many strange animal eggs, parasitize them, plus more various races in all sides of the town , I am afraid that waiting a day soon, the central cathedral will be besieged by his boundless innate summoning alien beasts, maybe we will not be able to fly out of his sea of ​​alien beasts one day."

"I wish he would dare to do this."

There was a trace of anxiety in the eyes of the Pope, and he continued to recover as usual. "If he dares to do that, don't talk about me first, believe me. The old devil of the Demon God will not sit idly by. That is An extremely terrible monster, if you let them endlessly parasitize and multiply, no matter the light plane or the devil, including the other lower planes of the Hades, all races will be replaced by them, that is the real end. ."

"Dear child, do you think I will let this situation happen? Do you think that the old demon who taught the demon **** will sit and watch this scene appear?"

"Won't he do this?"

Farus heard something, and saw another octagonal angel in the magic crystal mirror bravely and fought against several alien attacks one after another, and eventually he was still more like a "moth" type of warcraft. He didn't know it was black. The ray of the Firewing Demon's monster was hit by a sieve and fell to the ground, but it was swallowed by a dragon-shaped beast with an open blood basin, and Farus, who couldn't bear it, looked away.

"I don't think he will put his position on all sides of the hostile side of all forces?" Farus asked uncertainly to His Majesty the Pope: "Your Majesty, I think he is not so irrational."

"Now, everything is hard to say."

The Pope Guang smiled slightly and said, "The Battle of the Planes is just beginning. Even if the battle at the Lowe Plains is about to end, no matter how many people participate in the battle or the number of super powers is far more than any battle ten thousand years ago, but This is just the beginning. I didn’t show up, and the old demon of the demon gods didn’t participate in the war. That’s the key.”

"Your Majesty..."

Farus wanted to ask something, and suddenly heard a slightly anxious voice from outside the church.

"come in."

When the Pope of Light believed, the space where the magic mirror was located was slightly twisted. No matter the scene on the mirror or the mirror itself was distorted into a shadow of nothingness.

"Your Majesty, our army has been stationed in Mohan Mobe City for a long time, and according to reliable information, instead of attacking us and launching battles, the demons that originally occupied Lewisham City stationed in Mozambique. Khan Mobei withdrew backwards, which was a hundred miles away." A paladin dressed in silver armor walked in, and said respectfully without raising his head or looking at him.

"His Majesty"

Farus stayed for a while, and then bowed admiringly to the Pope of Light, saying, "This is the same as your Majesty had you expected before. I said that you said you were going to Mohan Mobe, but you saw Nicholas. After appearing in the Lowe Plains, I changed my mind and it turned out that everything was under your control."

"It's impossible to control, but before the Nicholas star is brought in, the old devil will never conflict with me..."

With that, the Pope of Light waved his hand to signal the Paladin to go down, but he didn’t see any action. The magic crystal mirror returned to normal immediately, and the Pope accepted this way: "I didn’t believe in the Prophecy. The afterimage, I even suspect that it was caused by my demon. Now it seems that the situation is still moving in that direction. The most spectacular or terrible plane war is not the battle of the Lowe Plains."

Farus consciously ignored another apparently "blasphemy" meaning from His Majesty the Pope. Looking at the violent shaking of the magic crystal mirror, only one shadow of the octagonal angel and Mulah flew around, he could Guess that the magician, who was holding the crystal and recording the transmission somewhere in the battlefield, must have trembling his hands because of fear.

"Actually, I hope that Nicholas will unscrupulously use all intelligent races as a host to let his innate summon beast eggs to parasitize and grow, so as to increase his strength and power at an incredible speed."

The Pope's eyes were also fixed on the swaying magic crystal surface, which made Farus somewhat inexplicable.

"Your Majesty, why do you say that?" Fallus fulfilled the consciousness that a listener should have, and asked in a timely manner.

"The plane channel that never disappears has existed between our bright plane, the devil world and the underworld for nearly ten thousand years. Even a magician or warcraft who is proficient in the power of the law of space can't make the channel of the plane. It can last for ten thousand years; also, including the unusually dramatic spatial fluctuations once every ten years and the passages that appear between the various planes from time to time, what do you think is the reason?"

The sudden change of the Pope's topic caused Farus's brain to keep up with him.

"Is it just the change of nature's power? Then why is it so regular?" Pope Guang looked at Farus' blank expression and smiled and asked, "Dear child, you have seen that it is not limited to fighting now. Are there a variety of killing games on the field?"

"Seen."

Farus nodded quickly.

"Like a gladiatorial game, I can arrange many people or many teams to play, maybe I will put them in different deserts or castles, and then give them a certain amount of power to help them try to strengthen themselves or themselves. The strength of the team they are in ~www.NovelMTL.com~ gives them enough time to develop themselves..."

The Pope of Light spoke slowly, but Farus became more confused.

"When one day I think that these different people or teams have a certain strength to sample a wonderful battle, then I will use some magic array or other means-such as tearing a space door or a plane door to let They inevitably touch and fight again..."

Farus understood the words a bit, and his face turned white.

"As for letting them do this, it is no longer important to invite some superiors to gamble for fun. The important thing is that the game is not controlled by those people or the team itself from the formulation to the game."

When the Pope Guang spoke of this, a trace of sorrow flashed in his unusually bright eyes.

"Your Majesty, you mean..." Farus thought more and more horrified in his heart. As soon as he made a sound, the bright Pope sighed and waved his hand immediately. Let us"

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