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Act 1: Overture to the Phantom Forest Chapter 31: God’s Gamble

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    Nielon's followers are not as quiet as their god.  Before they act, they have to pray and place themselves in a sacred position to defeat the enemy.  "We step over the cliff of thorns, follow the sign of order, face evil without timidity, and have blood on our hands without hesitation. Because we go straight to the path of the ceremonial sword, whether it is an abyss or a trench, whether it is a volcano or a volcano  Glacier, our Lord's faith will never be hindered, and his noble teachings will be carried to the earth as they are to the sky." After praying, the two half-elves drew their weapons.  Flamir, who was sleepy and dazed, opened his eyes and asked in a sleepwalking tone: "It's finally over, what a long foreplay. I said you believers of the Lord of Ceremonies don't need lubrication for sex? There's fire in it."  The moisturizing ointment produced by Suni Temple, the hair lady, is smooth and cool, and has aphrodisiac effects. It only costs 200 gold coins" All the determined preparations were in vain. The angry elf stepped forward with his sword and wanted to kill the evil demon.  Eye cut in two.  Several feather arrows were shot one after another, but they were all deflected by the invisible position energy and flew past the magic eye.  "As expected, you collaborated with the faithless princess to frame the temple!" Flamir said coquettishly: "Ah, I would be embarrassed to praise others like this. By the way, do you really not want to lubricate? I can give you a discount. Just in case.  It tastes bad, look at this thin rubber cover" The two elves have a clear division of labor, one is close and the other is long-range.  The sword-wielding elf who rushed up was trained as a ranger and was extremely agile. The dagger in his left hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out messages, and he lifted it from bottom to top in a tricky way. His right hand covered with barbs and sharp claws was hidden at his waist.  Flamir was talking nonsense, and the white fluorescent tentacles twisted around the hilt of the sword.  "To help you entertain." The white tentacles flashed brightly, and the tiny electric snakes crackled and were transmitted along the dagger.  The elf trembled, and smoke came out of his head.  The elf in the distance shouted the god's name loudly, and a healing light fell on the former's head.  The state of shock eased, and he immediately stretched out his right paw to dig into Flamir's big eyes.  A yellow tentacle lashed out at the elf, and the sword-wielding elf stretched out his claws to grab it, trying to immobilize the magic eye and then be shot.  The yellow light spread, and the elf felt its claws slippery, and the tentacles pulled out with a squeak.  Seeing that the other two tentacles were also approaching, the sword-wielding elf had no choice but to retreat. At this moment, he looked at his right paw. The slippery thing was acid, which strongly corroded the scales on his palm and emitted pungent smoke.  "Look, the lubrication effect is quite good, and it will ensure that the gunners will scream with pleasure." The elf moved faster than the magic eye. After retreating to the range where the tentacles could not reach, the sword-wielding elf used healing spells to heal the wounds and give himself blessings [  [Resist acid energy], [Resist lightning energy], swing your sword and fight again.  The elf behind doesn’t seem to have the skills of a partner. He is a priest, so he simply concentrates on assisting and healing.  He used the second-level magic [Psychic Weapon] to summon a pair of bows and arrows, floating in the air, and firing continuously and automatically.  Then he stretched out his finger, and the negative energy ray transformed into a huge terrifying skeleton, hoping to put the magic eye into a state of panic. ? Originating from the distortion of the soul's three perspectives in the alien crystal wall system, using ordinary methods to test the strange nerves of the magic eye obviously has no effect.  "I told you that you guys have such strong tastes. I have a full set of torture tools here, and I only charge 998" Flamir, who ignored the [Terror Technique], switched to tentacles, one with fire and one with ice, which made the elf extremely painful.  The four tentacles of the Demon Eye Governor are respectively equipped with fire, ice, acid, and lightning energy.  It's not very powerful, and you have to make contact with the attack to trigger the energy.  He was originally positioned as Lesatos's spellcasting assistant and butler. When the golden dragon enchanted weapons in batches, he could save spell slots.  Even a legendary mage can only enchant dozens of items with his spell slots every day.  So there is Flamir. In the center of his big eyeball body, there is a piece of work imitating the Nether energy core of the Heavenly Mountain Mage Training Association, which can continuously provide energy.  Although it is not enough to create arcane miracles like the Floating City, allowing the Magic Eye to use unlimited low-level spells is really overkill.  The two elves were beaten black and blue by the constantly changing energy damage, but the annoying thing about fighting priests is that they can always heal themselves, and they can convert damage or other types of divine spells into healing.  A long tug-of-war began.  The protective energy shield on the elf absorbed too much damage and broke one after another.  When there were only a few healing spells left, they discovered that they were at a disadvantage due to the magic eye.  They are not infused with divinity like the chief priests. They are just lower-level priests with no more than level 3 divine spells, which are quickly used up.  Flamir touched the sword wound on his jaw, complained of pain, and clamored for a higher price.  That was the only damage done to the evil eye.  "Two strange elf killers, blessed by God but unable to even see the princess."??Looking at each other, there was no despair or sadness, only anger and fanaticism.  The priest, who had been using magical assistance, shouted praises of the master of the ceremony, and then asked his companions to cut off his arms.  The latter placed the section under his ribs and used the third-level magic [Limb Fusion], and soon a strange four-armed half-elf appeared.  The wounded man who lost too much blood fell to the ground, dying.  The four-armed elf threw the sword away, dark green flames looming, and his muscles tangled.  Seeing that the enemy was desperate, Flamir put away his playful expression and rushed forward, waving his tentacles.  The four arms clung to the tentacles, refusing to let go even though the demonic eyes stimulated energy to destroy the body.  While they were wrestling, a sense of crisis caused Demon Eye's pupils to shrink.  Flamir did not hesitate to use the unused spell-like [Power Wall] behind his back!  The black steel dagger infused with divine magic scratched the invisible wall, bursting out a string of blue-white energy sparks.  The third elf who has been hiding nearby is different from the first two. He has undergone orthodox assassin training. He hides, holds his breath, and waits for the opportunity to kill with one strike.  The assassin walked around the energy wall and patted the back of the magic eye with his palms shining with black and red light.  The surging negative energy rushed into the alchemy body. If it were an ordinary living creature, its physical vitality would be eliminated and turned into a blue-black mummy.  The negative energy collided with the magic core of the magic eye, and the assassin was blown away directly and hit the wall of energy.  A huge gash opened in Flamir's back, and blood and flesh flew out.  "Ah!" The evil eye was aroused and fiercely glared at the four-armed elf who refused to let go.  He smiled ferociously and said: "After the master gave me life, I asked him, how can the real Tentacle God use slender limbs like fluorescent sticks? A real man must have sticky and thick weapons, and it is best to be surprised. So.  , the master attached a fifth energy tentacle to me" Before he finished speaking, in the elf's horrified gaze, the magic eye stretched out its tongue as wide as a shield, and suddenly wrapped around his head.  【Vampire Touch】!  The elf’s vitality drained away quickly and was sucked away. The wounds on Flamir’s back healed automatically.  Throwing away the dry and deformed corpse, the Demonic Eye turned around and looked at the Elf Assassin unkindly.  The assassin still wanted to run away, but Flamir showed up the energy wall again. The two walls squeezed the elf in the center, like a piece of insect specimen.  The tentacles poked at the elf's face through the wall. Flamir gritted his teeth and said, "You ruined my 'invincible' record. For a real man, anal sex is the greatest shame. How should I deal with you?"  The elf, who was suppressed and unable to move, showed a hard look of contempt.  Then call out the name of Nielon.  Flamir and Lesatos have a spiritual connection, and he already knows how the Lord of Ceremonies appears.  Suddenly seeing the assassin's reaction, he gasped and ran as far as he could using teleportation.  At the same moment, the body of Nieron, who was confronting the golden dragon, exploded, and his blood turned into runic threads, covering the airspace of Lesatos, blocking space spells.  And the assassin elf's body glowed brightly, and Nieron's projection moved here.  He directly shattered the wall of energy, then chased after Flamir and slashed him with his sword.  "Bloodline transfer!" Lesatos used his special ability.  When Flamir was created, his own flesh and blood tissue was mixed in, so master and servant could exchange places once a day.  Demon Eye's body suddenly expanded and grew, turning into Lesatos within a few seconds. The elf's slash was blocked by the spell.  And above the messy forest, Flamir took out his handkerchief and wiped away the non-existent sweat.  "It was such a close call, I was almost blown away."  "Your plan failed, Master of Ceremonies. You pretended to hold me back, but actually used the believer's body transfer to personally obliterate Drusilia. I should praise you for killing me.  I still despise you for surrendering yourself and interfering with mortal things." Nieron's eyes were filled with rage, and he planned to lose this believer and also kill the chirping golden dragon.  "It's best not to do anything. This is not far from Drusilia, and it's also on the edge of the forest. You don't want to be seen by humans and princesses, and the high-ranking elf god is beaten by me, right? I have a suggestion for you to listen to.  " "What do you want?" "I am a businessman who pursues peace and wealth. I know that even if I stop you this time, I won't be able to stop you next time.  I've made money. You and I are not lowly and chaotic demons, so why don't we have a game of bet according to the order camp method?" Nieron lowered his head and said nothing. He didn't know the purpose of Jinlong's coming here, but it was definitely not simply asking for money.  It can be said that he has tried all his methods, but he still failed to do anything to the golden dragon. If he takes it one step further, he will be destroyed together."How to bet?" Lesatos smiled. A chess game within the rules is much better than a random game outside the rules. He has many ways to bring the situation under control.  "This is the rescue of the elves of Bloodshed Castle. My spokesperson has already set off with magic products. You also find a spokesperson. If you can stop Drusilia or kill her, even if I lose, I will leave the Seraph position.  If the rescue is successful, you must swear by the River Styx not to interfere with anything in the Tia Forest." Nieron weighed it, and then said: "Okay, but I will keep all the property if you lose.  Belong to my church. If I lose, I will not take action directly against the Royal Family of Gallan Nord." This condition is obviously not equal. Nieron does not take action directly, which means that he can take action through the temple.  But Lesatus agreed, and as long as the god didn't lift the table and ruin the plan, everything would be fine.  "That's it. Look, I've chosen a spokesperson for you." Lesatos threw the pike at the Master of Ceremonies.  Beiming: As the old saying goes, those who fall to death will rise again. We will fight Sanjiang again this week.  Please continue to vote.
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