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Chapter 812 Death of Woking

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    The Emerald Principality, Oz City.

    Even if natural disasters ravage the whole world, the prosperity of Greenfield City is still getting better day by day. The current resident population has exceeded one million. Even if there is a cloud island in the sky, it is still the largest city in the Emerald Principality.

    "Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the first food festival will be officially held on October 10th, and the winner will get the miracle fruit of the superhuman family, eat the fruit, and have the opportunity to serve in the royal court."

    The immature but loud shouts resounded on the street, and immediately attracted the attention of many people. As green people, many of them are no strangers to the miracle fruit. It is a fruit that truly contains miracles. No matter what their own talents are,  As long as you eat it, you can have extraordinary power. It can be said that it is the best choice for ordinary people to change their own class, not to mention the opportunity to work in the royal court.  Supported by thick vines, the palace stands above the clouds.

    "Give me one."

    "Give me one."

    The sound of purchases sounded one after another, and the thickness of the newspaper in the hands of the newsboy decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    "Little guy, give me one too."

    Hearing this voice, the busy newsboy unconsciously turned around and handed out a newspaper.

    He is 1.67 meters tall, with blond hair, a single ponytail, gray overalls, a peaked cap, an oval face, some freckles, and a pair of big watery eyes. Although he is not beautiful, he is  Inexplicably cute, people like it very much.

    "Thank you, little one."

    After receiving the newspaper, the girl disappeared into the crowd.

    "Is it the heartbeat? Is this the heartbeat that brother said?"

    Covering his little heart with his right hand, the newsboy stayed where he was, but when he reacted and wanted to look for it, the girl had already disappeared, and only a copper coin was held in his palm.

    "It's really a nice place."

    Walking on the sidewalk, holding ice cream in one hand, tasting it in small bites, and holding a newspaper in the other hand, watching casually, the girl seemed very comfortable.

    "I'm afraid that little guy never dreamed that I would come here."

    Throwing the newspaper into the trash can, the girl showed a bright smile on her not-so-beautiful face.

    "Little Anqi, are you off work?"

    "Little Anqi, how are you doing today?"

    "Angie, my mother made apple pie and invited you to my house for dinner."

    Walking into an ordinary community, everyone who saw the girl smiled and greeted her warmly.

    ? To this, the girl responded with a smile on her face. Although he has lost most of his power, who can resist his charm?  Everyone spontaneously draws closer to Him, this is the nature of human beings.

    "It's really a nice place, and I'm a little bit reluctant to destroy it."

    Returning to his temporary den, lying on a soft bed, the thoughts in the hearts of the present Angie and the past Wojin were turning.

    Sting, the head of a little bear doll was inadvertently twisted off by Woking. He already hated Sean and others who almost drove him to death. All things related to him should be completely destroyed, including  This nice city and this country.

    "what happened?"

    Alerting the mind and burying the hatred deeply, Wojin immediately sat up from the bed.

    Although he fell into a period of weakness and his strength became silent because of the accommodating theocracy, he was extraordinary after all. At this moment, the original noise was fading away, and the room he was in seemed to have come from the city to the wilderness, which was obviously abnormal.

    Without the slightest hesitation, Vol'jin immediately triggered the pre-existing means and wanted to make another space jump, but this time he failed, and he was still in this small room.

    With a gloomy face, Vol'jin knew he was in real trouble.

    Clicking, the sound of the door lock twisting sounded, a 1.2-meter-tall child in a black robe walked into the small room, and behind him was a deep darkness.

    Raising his head, his small face was terribly pale, and there was a faint scarlet in Ymir's eyes, which were pitch black without any impurities.

    The two looked at each other, and Woking froze in place immediately, his whole body was shrouded in an inexplicable chill, his hands and feet were cold.

    "I saw."

    Whispering softly, Ymir spoke. At this moment, he was clearly looking at Volkin, but his eyes seemed to fall on other places.

    It was at this time that YmirWith a small hand, he made a movement of scissors to cut the silk thread. At the same time, behind him, a figure of bones wearing a crown and covered in purple energy appeared vaguely. There was a silent holy light flowing from his body.  God Danatus.

    "I saw."

    The strange words echoed in nothingness, it was the whisper of death. At this moment, Wojin's body completely lost its temperature.

    "I am dead?"

    Thoughts stuck in stagnation moved slowly, and at the moment when his life came to an end, Vol'jin realized something.

    Eric used the illusory rules as the basis to promote the transformation of the eyes of reincarnation, and obtained a pair of illusory magic eyes. With the help of Danatus' death personality, he peeped at the power of death. After years of silence in the spiritual world, Ymir finally mastered the rules of death  , and his eyes of reincarnation also transformed accordingly. Based on the rules of death, he achieved the magic eye of death, which means looking directly at death.

    Under the Devil's Eye of Death, Vol'jin, whose own power has fallen into silence, is no longer flawless, the dead line is clearly visible, and can be easily cut.

    Hum, the thread of death was cut off and conceptually erased, Wojin fell into real death, and at the moment when his life flame was completely extinguished, a gold coin emerged from his divine body, it was Wojin  Gold's external theocracy and universal gold coin.

    The sacred breath flows, the golden brilliance shines, and the omnipotent gold coin spontaneously arouses the power of wealth without anyone leading it.

    Hum, time and space are distorted. Under the cover of the brilliance of wealth, the time and space that originally blocked this small room suddenly appeared in disorder for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Almighty Gold Coin will take the initiative to escape here as if it has wisdom.

    Under normal circumstances, after being accommodated by the gods, they will naturally collapse with the death of the gods, but now the situation of the universal gold coin breaks this rule. Compared with the general divine power, the performance of the omnipotent gold coin is closer to a piece of  A true artifact, maintaining its own independence.

    But at this moment, the chaotic time and space came to a standstill, and everything including the almighty gold coin fell into a standstill, except for a palm covered with fine scales that looked like a dragon's claw.  Coming from nothingness, he held the almighty gold coin that he wanted to escape in his hand.

    Huh, the stagnant time and space returned to normal, and the figures of Sean, Morel, Sigger, and Eric appeared in this small room, and at this moment, Eric's angel wings had withered,  His whole body was dry, his eyes were lifeless, and he exuded an unconcealable rotten aura.

    Angels share the glory and power of the gods, and are close to one with the gods. Once they betray the gods, they will be cursed and die in pain. Once the gods they are loyal to die, angels cannot survive alone. They are the absolute appendages of the gods.  This has never changed.

    Although Eric has been replaced by Ymir at the root, his extraordinary essence is still an angel. His previous actions have been regarded as betrayal by Vol'jin and he has been cursed. Now that Vol'jin is dead, he is in a desperate situation  Among them, if it wasn't for Ymir's strength to maintain, he would have died long ago.

    "Let's get started, Eric."

    Playing with the almighty gold coin in his hand, and glancing at the divine body left behind by Volking, Sean spoke.

    Hearing this, a trace of longing flashed in his dim eyes, and Eric nodded. Although the real Eric has disappeared, as long as Ymir does not deliberately manifest himself, Eric's behavior and even his feelings will be different.  It was generally the same before.

    Dragging his body that was about to fall apart, he came to Wojin, his withered palms closed together and turned into blades. Eric inserted his palm into Wojin's chest, holding that warm heart.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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