The voice of the goddess of night fell, and then she began to wait.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, one minute, two minutes, three minutes, ten minutes passed, and the hall was silent all the time.

Three gods, hundreds of Night Blade Cultists just held on and no one said anything.

For many years, they have served this powerful master who is moody and likes to play with believers in their palms, and have long found an effective self-protection plan.

That is, don’t take the initiative to speak, don’t take the initiative to do it, just listen, and then act according to the master’s orders. Never take the initiative to do it yourself, otherwise the seniors in the Kingdom of the Night who are hanging on the stake and wailing miserably will be your best role models.

At this time, the goddess of night asked. Shandru, the only one who had not practiced this skill, had already jumped into the fire pit. The remaining believers were old foxes who had practiced for many years. How dare they speak up at this time?

You should know that if you take the initiative at this time and fail in the future, it will be your evidence of your sin. Just wait for the goddess to spread all the anger on you!

Ten minutes later, the goddess of night's face was already gloomy. She is now fighting against the war gods Rollin, the moon god Alan, and a large number of weak and medium gods of the natural gods, almost all she is in charge of.

Although the power she controls is stronger than that of the opponent, she only has one person, and her control over power is far less than that of the opponent. After a confrontation, although she has the upper hand on the surface, she has deeply experienced the feeling of being exhausted.

Originally, she had three followers, but these three guys were not much different from wood. If you ask them to do things, they would do it, but never expect the other party to perform well. If you don’t mess up the matter, you’ll be hungry.

Such a decorative approach is basically a decoration, and it is useless, so she planned to find a few decent helpers among her believers. Because of this thought, she endured it for ten minutes.

But this is her limit!

Ten minutes later, the goddess of night spoke again. Her voice was cold, like a cold wind mixed with snowflakes: "So, can no one come up with an idea for me?"

No one answered, and everyone was still silent. Every believer lowered his head, not even had any psychological fluctuations, like wooden stakes pierced there.

Facing such a wooden man, although the goddess of night was full of anger, she felt powerful and useless in her heart.

You are angry. You are happy, you teased, and the other party ignores it. It has become a one-man show. How can she continue to play this?

"It seems that I have to use some means before you dare to say it." The goddess of night laughed and suddenly raised her hand, and the body of a Night Blade Cult suddenly floated up. Then, a crack appeared on his body, and the cracks quickly extended and soon covered his entire body. Then, the cracks became deeper and deeper.

"Ah!!!" The believer made an inhuman voice, which was sharp at first, and then the vocal cords broke into a hoarse roar. The roar echoed throughout the hall and kept echoing, hitting the eardrums of everyone present.

Many believers couldn't help but tremble, and some believers began to smolder, and there were many stinky smells floating in the hall.

But no one spoke!

"It seems not enough." The goddess of night sighed, and her thoughts moved again. The flesh and blood on the body of the believer floating in the air began to peel off one by one, and the believer was still alive.

When the flesh and blood completely left his body, then the bones, then the bones were dismantled, and then the internal organs, when the whole body was dismantled into pieces, his soul was pulled out.

This soul is still bound by divine power, not only bound, but also torn by divine power, and is cruelly pulled into pieces by the goddess of night.

The soul cannot be faked. Pain is pain, and despair is despair. The soul screams loudly, and its voice is like a spell that penetrates the brain. Every Night Blade Cultist is pale and many people are frightened and shaking.

Some even fainted.

But until the soul was torn to pieces, every believer stood up and said he had a way.

These believers are like fools.

The goddess of night suddenly felt lost. She finally had the interest to promote mortals. Such a rare opportunity did not cherish these mortals, which was really disappointing. This group of believers has been ruined by her, and it is time to change to a new group of believers.

She was too lazy to ask for the opinions of these wooden believers. With a change of thought, one of her incarnations came to the side of the only believer, Sandru, who had not yet been completely tempered.

Sandru rushed to the road in a hurry and accurately went to show his grand plan. Suddenly, he saw his master beside him. He was so scared that he shivered all over. He hurriedly fell to the ground and shouted: "Master, what's the matter with me?"

‘Did the goddess change her mind and punish me? I haven’t started working yet?’ He was already cold all over, shaking like a sapling in the cold wind.

His reaction made the goddess of night feel some vitality, and finally there was a living person among her believers.

She walked to Sandrew and gently touched Sandrew's head with her instep. Her voice was gentle and sweet without a trace of blood: "What are you doing on your knees? Get up, today I don't have time to play these stupid games with you. Stand for me, I have something to ask you."

Sandru was stunned. The goddess' gentle attitude calmed his heart a lot. He got up carefully and secretly glanced at the goddess of night. Seeing that she did not show the usual charming smile on her face, he felt calmer, but he was still very careful: "Master, what do you have to ask?"

"It's still the question just now. How do you tell me how to remove those mice?" The goddess of dark night smiled like a flower. When she teased her, the other party would react, which is interesting.

Sandru was encouraged and immediately blurted out his ideas: "It's not simple. Get a bait to lure the other party to come, set up a thunderbolt next to him, and wait for the other party to come, just like a mouse clamp, squeezing them into flesh and blood!"

"Haha~" The goddess of night couldn't help laughing out loud: "It's really simple, but it's a good idea."

Of course she thought of this idea. The reason why she asked this was because she had no time to do this. She was already busy enough to deal with the gods of nature, so she wanted to find a smart person to help her implement this mouse clip plan.

Now it seems that this Sandru is such a smart person, enough for her to entrust her heavy responsibilities.

She smiled and continued to ask, "So, what is the bait held by this mouse, and what is the thunder trick next to it?"

Sandru was confused by the smile of the goddess of the night. He felt that a white lotus was slowly blooming in front of him. So he hurriedly lowered his head, but saw the translucent black gauze long skirt worn by the other person. The charming charm suddenly hit his heart.

In an instant, Sandru heard his heart pounding, making him dizzy and his eyes and ears hot. The blood flow rate in his body also greatly accelerated. Almost like the torrent, he could even hear the sound of blood flow! His body is now filled with a lot of divine power. He is very young and strong, full of surging vitality.

This body has undergone tremendous changes.

For a moment, he felt the blood boiling all over his body. Not to mention thinking about things, it was very rare to restrain himself and not rush forward to pounce on the woman opposite him.

The goddess of night waited for a while, but she didn't wait for the answer. She thought that Sandru was like other believers, and she felt disappointed in her heart. But immediately afterwards, she discovered Sandru's abnormality. She was stunned and then smiled.

The smile on her face became stronger and stronger, and suddenly she came up with a good way to completely control this believer but not let the other party lose its initiative.

She reached out and gently put her hand on Shandrew's shoulder, and she felt the other person's body tremble suddenly, and then her hand slid down, pinching the handle between the other person's waist and hips.

"My beautiful master?" Sandru shivered all over. This time it was not fear, but excitement. He keenly felt that something he had only dared to think about was about to happen.

"Tell me what you think in your mind, don't lie, otherwise I'll cut it!" The goddess of night smiled. She was like a white orchid beside the clear stream of the valley, demonic but not swaying, charming but not gorgeous. She was obviously a fairy, but her temperament was as pure and fresh as she was. Any normal man would be crazy when he saw it.

"I, I dare not say!" Sandru had some reason. Opposite was a god he was deeply awe-inspiring, how dare he blaspheme in words?

The goddess of night was not angry, and a trace of resentment appeared on her beautiful face: "Hey, Sandru, aren't even you willing to tell me the truth?"

"No, no, no, master, I really dare not desecrate you!" Sandru shouted loudly, without any determination, and was anxious to scratch his ears and heads, wishing to take out his heart for the other party to see.

"I believe you." The goddess of night smiled, with the kind of tired smile. This tiredness was real. She was really tired when she fought against the natural divine system alone. It was this true expression of her heart that pierced Sandru's heart.

He fell to the ground with a "thump" and shouted: "My master, have you encountered any difficulties? Tell me that I am willing to do it for you even if I fight to the death!"

"I used to treat you like that, why did you still treat me so well?" Knightmel raised his hand and gently stroked Shandrew's face. She did not use her domineering attitude, and her face was full of sadness.

"No, no, no, that's because I did the wrong thing. Your punishment is correct and wise. Those punishments are what I deserve, and I deserve it! Oh master, how should I make you smile again?" Sandru had lost his mind. Now he is a complete crazy believer. If the goddess of the night asked him to commit suicide on the spot, he would definitely do it without hesitation!

The next moment, he saw the most incredible thing in his life. He saw the thin dress as thin as a cicada wing on his body of Lord Ye, who was infinitely awe-inspiring, slowly fading away. After a while, the infinitely beautiful body was revealed in front of him without any cover.

"This is a loyal reward to you." The goddess of night floating slightly in the air, her arms spread out, and her face actually had a hint of sacred feeling, as if she was welcoming Sandru.

"I!!!" Sandru felt that his body was almost exploding, and his blood was boiling in his body, and his strength rushed left and right in his body, making him burn with hot body, and almost a heat was rising.

At the last moment, he still remembered turning around, but found that this place was no longer the mountain he had been in before. There was an extra house here at some time, and Xuhuo and Xushui disappeared. He and the goddess of night were the only ones in the house.

"Come on~ Come on." The goddess of night waved to him, looking at Sandru gently, like a wife who was about to hug her husband.

Sandru swallowed a mouthful and completely subsided. He pounced on him, as quick as a hungry wolf,

Wushan was dark and dark. When Sandru woke up again, the goddess of night gently stroked Sandru's chest and murmured like a dream: "From now on, all the warriors in the mortal world will be your commander, and I will not interfere."

Sandru looked intoxicated, and he still enjoyed the last lingering greedily, reluctant to leave the body of the goddess of night.

After hearing this, he sighed deeply: "Master, I am yours, everything about me belongs to you. I will definitely destroy those invaders for you, sure!"

His goddess has given him the whole world, and he has no regrets anymore.

The goddess of night allowed Sandru to touch her body. She lay quietly in his arms, quiet and elegant, and showed a hint of pride in the depths of her eyes.

This believer has great potential. If he is given enough time and some luck, he will definitely rely on his wisdom to ignite the divine fire.

When he was in the southern swamp, he forced the Earth God of War to end the sweep of the remaining soldiers of the Crimson Land with one force, which is enough to prove his powerful ability. In some aspects, his ability even exceeded the eyeless Dante sent by the Lord of Darkness before.

She really made a profit by using such a peerless talent and devoted her wisdom to her.
Chapter completed!