This Paladin is so despicable!

Words they couldn't understand echoed in the empty hall.

Suddenly a white light flashed, and the Demon Swordsman's head rolled down, and the headless body fell to the ground. The remaining two people turned pale with fear.

They are obviously saints and strong men

But now, it's like a mouse being played by an old cat. A deep feeling of powerlessness came to my heart.

"What is that he is chanting! Is it a spell? Why is the spell different every time? Is it a different spell with different effects?"

"have no idea!"

At this moment, the two holy steps were back to back, looking around vigilantly. But Wright did not appear suddenly, but walked over from the front with a sword in hand.

“Explain, that’s not a spell, but a selection of poems from my hometown.

This sacred weapon of mine has a little quirk.

It is only willing to show its power when it appears in front of people.

If it is not satisfied, it will not work hard. "

Wright explained patiently as he continued to approach the two of them with death steps.

"But you also know that if we really have to fight, how can we have so much leisure time?

Even I can't guarantee that I will be able to say beautiful words that are timely every time.

Not to mention those scenes, states and words, they are all rare.

But, I usually need to use it occasionally!

At this time! What should I, a pragmatist, do? "

Wright flicked the sword with his fingers and showed a kind smile.

“The answer is, feed it some ready-made poetic rants.

Although it is not as good as the natural state, fortunately, this guy is still willing to exert about 30% to 40% of his strength!

If the poems and lyrics are well chosen and match the real situation!

It can still rise to 60 to 70%.

This is like...instant noodles, you can eat them occasionally, they are quite delicious.

But if you eat them continuously, they will become somewhat boring.

However, it should be enough to kill you. "

As if unable to withstand the pressure of Wright's gradual approach, the arcanist gave up on the space magician with a whine, turned around and continued running inside.

Upon seeing this, the space mage quickly folded a space and continued to escape into the distance.

"Swing your arms! Adjust your breathing and pace! Very good! Keep it up!"

Wright held the hilt of the sword with his backhand and aimed at the two people who were escaping.

"I can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf!"

Wright suddenly threw the sinful light out. In a burst of roar, half of the body of the escaping Arcane Saint was completely shattered, and he died tragically on the spot.

The space mage once again relied on his own spells to escape, but after using space teleportation one after another, his magic circuit was already overloaded.

At this moment, he was vomiting blood and fell not far from the body of his companion, watching Wright walking towards him step by step.

"Why can't this work? I still have many bold poems. There is no way, my hometown is too rich.

If you don't like it, I can change it for you.

Like what, my fate is up to me and not up to God, the peak of God is proud of the world, don’t bully young people into poverty...

Don’t like it yet? Then burst the reality, crush the spirit, and exile this world! Is there a black flame demon dragon or something like that stored in my arm? "

Wright pulled out the Sin Light and slowly came to the front of the Space Saint Steps.

"There are so many styles, there is always one you like, right? Choose one, right?"

The space mage gritted his teeth and looked at Wright: "You are an enemy of the truth! You will not end well!"

Upon hearing this, the smile on Wright's face slowly disappeared, and his eyes instantly became cold.

"What is your truth?"

"Truth...truth is of course the real and irrefutable laws and principles in this world!"

Wright narrowed his eyes, and his voice was cold and full of murderous intent: "So, as long as it is to pursue the truth, you can do anything.

Those innocent people who died in your cruel experiments should thank you for giving them a chance to devote themselves to the truth.

Anyway, their boring life and hard work are just to feed their hungry children, to give their elderly parents an extra cotton coat in the cold winter, and to buy at least a decent one for their wives who have worked hard all their lives. jewelry.

He should be disembowelled by you! They should be dismembered and sewn back together by you! It’s time to drink your carefully prepared poison and provide reliable data!

Even if there are still people waiting for them to go home in the bitter cold night!

What the fuck does it have to do with anything!

Anyway! You are one step closer to the truth! "

Wright's roar echoed in the hall, but apart from resentment, there was still no trace of regret on the space mage's face.

Wright sighed: "Sorry, I got excited, I just wanted to make my position clear.

That's... you inhumane towering dogs of truth! They will all be wiped out by me!

one! match! No! Keep! "

boom! ! !

The sin light in Wright's hand burst out with bright and dazzling light, like a hungry tiger staring covetously, waiting for the master's command.

Wright raised his hand and swung his sword.

The space mage roared and stacked several space shields in front of himself.

But the next moment, these space shields were completely wiped out along with him. One side of the hall was blown away, leaving a deep, charred pit on the ground.

Wright carried Sin Guang on his shoulders and looked at the potholes at his feet with disgust.

"Since you don't want to be a human being, don't be a human being in the next life. Just give birth to chickens, ducks, pigs, and sheep. You're just a child."

Wright spat into the pit and continued walking towards the depths of the hall with the sin light in hand.

After all five saints were killed in battle, he encountered no other enemies along the way.

After all, a person under the holy rank would not be able to withstand even a face-to-face encounter with Wright in this situation. When called, they will simply give away their heads.

As for the Holy Order...

It is said that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, but even if the remnants of the Tower of Truth still have some knowledge, they probably won't be able to produce more holy steps for the time being.

Wright walked all the way to the depths of the hall, and finally saw a man in a cloak standing there with his back turned.

In front of him was a huge treasure box tied with countless chains.

"Mr. Wright, you are here. How are you? Are you satisfied with my welcome ceremony?"

"Average. But for warming up, it's pretty good."

Wright pinned Sin Guang to the ground and looked him up and down: "Why, your mouth is on your butt, so do you turn your back to others when you talk?

If anything, it has to be your Tower of Truth. When conducting experiments, you won’t even spare your own people.

I'm actually quite curious, so I'd like to ask.

When you fart, do you accidentally burp? "

The cloaked man turned around slowly, but it was obvious that the expression on his face was somewhat unnatural.

"Then, I will be your opponent. I hope that His Majesty the Saint will be happy."

"So this is just a simple trap? Did you lure me here just to be killed by me? Don't your Tower of Truth have its own executioner?

Ask me every time to figure out what's going on. By the way, my appearance fee is very expensive! "

The cloaked man opened his hands, the cloak disappeared from the air, and powerful power fluctuations emitted from his body.

"If there are any surprises, you'll find out soon."

Wright raised his eyebrows: "Legendary powerhouse! Okay, finally we have a tough dish!"