White Dragon Lord

　　 Metznovi's anger rose in his heart, wishing to directly choke the white dragon in front of him.

　　 In fact, it also intends to do so, but under the restriction of the law of summoning, it cannot really hurt its summoner.

　　 Even, as long as Bailong thought, the behemoth 30-meter-high body of the ice element would disappear into smoke.

　　 But after comprehensive consideration, Amos did not do so. On the one hand, even though he had no alternative, he called the ice element as a shield, but he did not expect to summon the wise and good Winter Commander.

On the other hand, it is precisely because the ice element is wise. If it is like this and throw it away when it is used up, then this Winter Commander with a significantly different status will definitely pull himself into the Summoner’s blacklist when he goes back. Later, he lost a powerful summoning magic.

　　Leave it here and talk about it, maybe there is still a chance to save it.

　　While Bai Long was thinking about how to speak, the sea giant old prophet rushed towards the altar. Felicia saw that her brother had been restricted in her actions, and was about to leave her opponents and stop the old prophet, but she was desperately stopped by the sea giant.

　　 Finally, the old prophet came to the altar and felt the full magic power in the altar idol. He was ecstatic and launched the long-awaited teleportation magic!

　　 In the fanatical eyes of the sea giant prophet, blood-red energy gushes out from the statue, drawing blood-red and mysterious lines in the air. In a moment, a mysterious blood-red portal takes shape.

　　 An indescribable evil breath gushes from the portal and spreads to the entire battlefield. It is cold, bloody, cruel, evil... It seems to be a complex of all the negative emotions in this world.

　　 This breath is like the cold wind of a midwinter night, blowing everyone's bones chills, everyone on the battlefield can not help but shudder, unanimously truce, and look at the blood-red portal in horror.

　　 At the moment the Scarlet Portal appeared, Merznovi released his palm and turned to stare at the portal solemnly.

Amos fell to the ground embarrassedly, struggling to get up, but the white dragon is not an elemental body, and does not have such high physical resistance. It was smashed by the power of legendary magic and horror, except for the head. Except for being sober, the other parts are soft and weak.

　　 Bailong felt the state of his body, and lay helplessly on the ground, paying attention to the movement of the portal, and he was surprised, because only the abyss or **** can exude such an extreme evil aura, and the reputation of these two...

　　 "Quack!"

　　 Before anyone arrives, laugh before you hear it. This laughter makes people not feel the slightest kindness, but it is creepy.

　　 A terrifying figure stepped out of the portal.

It can barely be regarded as a humanoid creature, with two argali-like magic horns straight into the sky, small mung bean-like eyes, covered with a layer of green fireflies, a thin and slender torso, and dense blood-colored hair on the whole body. Strip of muscles.

　　 Behind him is like a goat with a hairy tail, swinging unconsciously. Below the knees are anti-joint limbs similar to sheep's hooves. The black mist on the hooves is surging, and the raised corners of the mouth indicate that his owner is in a good mood.

this is!

　　 Devil?

Do not! It's the devil!

　　 Felicia was shocked, and quickly looked at the surrounding sea giant, and found that the sea giant was also pale, and she couldn't help but feel confused.

　　 The blood-red and mysterious portal dissipated, and the devil spread his hands, feeling the cold water flowing around him, and his expression was fascinated: "It's been a long time, the breath of the material plane."

　　 The devil said to the old prophet who was quietly serving on the side: "Hamill, you did a good job!"

　　The old prophet had a sickly smile on his face, and said flatteringly: "It's a lifetime honor to be able to serve Lord Kesla Ortier!"

　　 The sea giant prophet finished speaking, put his hands together, rubbed his palms, the meaning is self-evident.

　　 Kesla O'Tier narrowed his eyes and let out a terrifying low laugh: "Don't worry, when I harvest my soul, I will take you away with you. This is an advance payment."

　　 The devil raised his hand and shot a red light, and the red light sank into the body of the sea giant prophet.

　　 A red tide appeared on the face of the Sea Giant Prophet, then he bent down in pain, and quickly stood up again, his face was comfortable and intoxicated, and his rickety back was also straightened a bit, making the whole person a lot younger.

　　 "Thank you, Mr. Kesla Ortier!"

Seeing this scene, the white dragon’s facial expressions changed and the sea giants looked like ashes. By this time, they didn’t know where, their respected prophet, betrayed the tribe, and took the fate of the whole tribe with the devil. Transaction for private benefit.

　　 "Hamill! You traitor!"

　　 A painful and unbelievable roar resounded across the entire bottom of the sea. The desolation and sorrow in the words was simply sad for those who heard it, and tears for those who saw it.

　　 Thousands of years of hard work by the hunting wave tribe was used by Hamill to summon the devil. Now, the sea giants can be said to be completely finished.

　　 was so completely betrayed, all the efforts and sacrifices made by the sea giant before taking the lead became a joke. Therefore, the person it wants to kill most now is the "respected" prophet.

　　 In a rage, a spear of Titan shot out.

　　 The devil looked at the Titan's Spear flying from far away, and raised his brow. Because the distance was too far, it would take at least two seconds for the Titan's Spear to fly here. This time was enough for Hamill to hide away.

The old prophet looked at the Titan's spear flying in the distance, and the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain. Even if it leapfrogged to perform legendary magic, there was not much magic left in the body, and two seconds was enough for it to escape ~www.novelmt.com~ Suddenly, Kesla Otir moved sideways to block the old prophet.

　　 The old prophet looked at the devil's raised palm, thought of the contract he had signed, and said in his heart: With the protection of Lord Kesla Ortier, he doesn't even need to evade.

　　 The devil looked at the approaching Titan Spear, with a smile on his mouth, and activated his talent skills.

　　 Advanced teleportation!

　　 Before the old prophet could react, the devil had disappeared. In his incredible eyes, the spear of thunder passed through his chest, unabated, and plunged into the stone wall behind, leaving a deep hole.

The old prophet took a few steps backwards, looked down at the **** hole on his chest in horror, then slowly raised his head, covering the wound with one hand, and sending it aside with his fingers. The smiling devil's voice trembled and weakened: "You ...You, violated...contract...contract!"

　　 The devil spreads both hands: "Oh, my friend, the contract stipulates that I will do my best to protect you from the enemy, but are your people an enemy?"

　　The old prophet had blood in his mouth, his eyes rounded, and he fell unwillingly.

　　 "Hahaha!"

　　 He killed his partner, the devil was very fulfilled and laughed out loud.

　　 Suddenly, the devil’s arrogant laughter stopped abruptly, as if it was suddenly cut off. It stretched out its claws, grabbed the twitching corpse of the old prophet, and pulled a struggling transparent figure. This was the old prophet’s soul.

　　 "Don't worry, I will abide by the agreement and take you away from this plane, and you will be gloriously united with me!"

　　 The devil opened his mouth full of teeth and swallowed the soul of the old prophet, his slender tongue licked his lips.

　　 After reminiscing about the delicacy of the soul, the devil turned his gaze to the dumbfounded sea giants and Bailin City.