MTL - Hail the King-~ 1190, brother

far away.

The mainland Wusheng Maradona has fallen into some kind of meditation.

But this meditation is obviously not related to Platini's saying. He seems to have discovered something. He looked at the place where the scepter disappeared before the "God of the Gods" and thought hard.

And Sun Fei, almost without any hesitation, shook his head and vetoed any compromise: "Michelle Platini, not only failed the innocent believers, lived up to the [Black Temple], and lived down to Azeroth. Hey, I will never make any deals with people like you, so give me a complete disappearance in this world!"

The voice has not fallen.

Sun Fei's palm force, crushed the flames of this group, a spirit of strength, instantly smashed Platini's last will to stay in this world.

"No... you will regret it..." Platini didn't have time to finish the last sentence and disappeared completely.

A heavyweight Holy Seek giant, in this moment, incredibly fallen.

Once the news is transmitted, it will definitely cause the whole continent to fall into an earthquake.

At this moment, Sun Fei is even a little hard to believe.

Platini, a guy who lives in the legend, is this tough opponent who fought with himself for the first time. Is it really dead? Isn't it just a substitute or a avatar to kill today?

But in the hands of this group of pure gold gods level energy group, but clearly and clearly, there will be no mistakes.

No one can have such pure energy of the Holy Power except Platini.

Slowly refining this group of energy, Sun Fei absorbed it into his own world of the gods.

This process, watching the mainland Wusheng Maradola eyelids jumped.

Engulfing and absorbing the power of the opponent?

Is this the reason for the rapid rise of the Northern Territory?

It’s a terrible secret technique. It’s a horrible way to absorb the power of the opponent’s source. It’s just a plunder. As long as you kill enough people, you can accumulate all the way. Like ordinary people, you still need to work hard to face so many bottlenecks and difficulties.

It’s a bad day.

"This time I would like to thank the seniors for their support." Sun Fei absorbed the energy and smiled and thanked Maradola.

"Ha ha ha, I should thank you, and Platini has been fighting this scum for so many years. I have never been able to help him. Now I borrow your hand and finally kill this goods..." It looks like a little bitch, but it is easy to create a kind of kindness and trust.

Indeed, over the years, he and Platini have been fighting against each other. The most understanding of this glory-filled guy is how despicable and knows his true face. Unfortunately, Platini’s power is too heavy, the power is too big, and the masters around him are like clouds. Therefore, even if he is the mainland Wusheng, he has been unable to help each other, can only make small noises, watching the Platini wings full.

This time, I finally had the opportunity to join forces with the Northern Regions Emperor and set up a bureau. Together with Platini, I was betrayed by myself. The Northern Territory’s people were willing to go deep into the tiger’s den, and they will count on it and completely kill this ambitious conspiracy. Family.

The only thing that regrets Maradona is that he discovered that the secret of the body of the Goblin Lord is too late. Otherwise, this crazy plan can be stopped in advance, and the hundreds of millions of people in the southern continent can be prevented from being slaughtered.

The tragedy has already taken shape.

Nowadays, the success of the 'dagger' is followed by the momentum of the plowing of the prairie, thoroughly clearing the remaining goblins in the southern continent and destroying this cruel race.

To do this, relying solely on Maradona alone, there is obviously no way to complete it. Only the behemoths such as the Northern Empire have human, material and energy to complete such feats.

"The twelve [God Warriors], lost the control of Platini, has become a marionette, with the powerful magical civilization of the Northern Empire, I believe that if you change it slightly, you can use it for your own use, not as good as you. Take it." Maradona is very generous in the generosity of others.

Sun Fei’s gaze swept through the twelve gods who were at the level of the gods. If you don’t want to say it, it’s absolutely false. This is the 12 gods fighting machines that live, get them. The Northern Empire can almost dominate the mainland in an instant.

However, Sun Fei finally shook his head.

"These people are the most loyal guardians of the Terran. They lived and died in order to protect their own race. They practiced the responsibility and glory of a warrior with their own lives and souls. Now they are despicable. Platini is controlled by sorcerer, I can't let them continue to be fighting tools, and the soul can't be peaceful after death."

Sun Fei said, raising his hand to release the divine power of twelve pure gold.

The golden light shrouded the twelve rigid [God Warriors], washing the evil forces in their bodies over and over again, expelling the evil black magic that controlled them, cracking the curse and the complicated spiritual magic runes.

The surface of the skin, like mercury metal, gradually sanded and fell from the surface of the twelve **** warriors.

It reveals the skin and bones that are pieced together underneath, and it is as dense as a robot.

Under the golden light, the skin of the black skin gradually recovered its normal color, and a large amount of rich black mist spewed out from the twelve huge bodies, but it was smelted in the golden light. .

A group of white light groups flew out from the body of the [God Warrior], bathed in the golden light, and issued a series of spiritual fluctuations.

"The great and benevolent Terran emperor, you released our soul!"

"May the stars bless you!"

"You will be the king of the entire continent!"

"We are finally free."

"The Terran Emperor, you will get our purest blessings!"

The white light group dances around Sun Fei, and the faint energy transforms a face of different looks. It is the last trace of the dead human race strong in this world. They are thanking Sun Fei for sending blessings. .

Sun Fei was surprised to find that at this moment, countless extremely pure and powerful beliefs were like floods, drowning themselves.

"My brother, we met again..." Sun Fei's eyes, illusioned Pato's smile, so familiar, so quiet, so kind, as if nothing happened, smiled and said: "falling from me From the dark day, I know, my brother, you will let my soul rest in peace, I have not waited too long, you have done it."

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