"You said there was a strange reform monk and guards in the west, and how many people died?"

When Rajmonash World, the owner of the Eastern Plains of the Empire, Marquis Nikabel Bonathan, woke up in the morning, he received a rather unpleasant news.

Nikabel is twenty-two years old this year. Even in an empire that is almost broken and rituals and music, it is extremely rare to be the head of the family at this age and inherit the throne of marquis.

His skin was snow-white, his thin lips were a little bloody, and his soft long golden hair was hanging down on his shoulders. Even among the elves, he had such a look and temperament, especially his youthful and vital temperament, which was even more difficult to find from the elves' country full of dusk energy.

The most powerful group of people in the world, the result of eugenics and eugenics for nearly a thousand years, is the major noble families. They have the best spellcasters and physical talents, whether they are mages, warriors, or even sorcerers. Their education is naturally the best. As long as they want to become talents, they will definitely stand on the top of the world.

The Bonathan family is one of them. Magic is flowing in their blood. The structure of muscles, internal organs, blood vessels, and even bones has become the easiest to condense life and extract Dou Qi under the cultivation of innate and acquired skills and alchemy. They are awakened and extraordinary people who are awakened from birth, and ordinary people need to try their luck to get such a glimmer of dawn.

The intelligence and charm of each member of the Bonathan family is far beyond ordinary people. Compared with these elites who have shined with glory since their birth, the ordinary people living in the streets do not look like the same species at all.

In fact, it's almost not.

Nikabel never slacked off to exercise. He got up at six in the morning and began to practice for two hours in the gravity practice room of the castle. Ten maids bathed and changed his clothes, tidied up his appearance, and then slowly enjoyed a whole team of chefs carefully preparing the whole morning breakfast.

During breakfast, the board of directors reports on some territorial matters, but it will not be too important and cannot disturb the Marquis's mood of tasting breakfast.

"Are you a reform monk?... Yes, the newly evil heresy that appeared in the wasteland."

When Nikabel heard the news about the dead, he was not surprised. Just ordinary people, even if they were fishing and hunting, they would die a lot every winter, just like the weeds in spring.

What he was more unhappy was that he lost: "Although there were many bodies left, my guard did not capture that heretic team?"

As he said this, he still tasted the fig wine soup delivered by the elf maid beside him, and then smiled and said, "It's time to punish him."

"It should be punished." The manager on the other side bowed gently. The role of the Marquis who could report the news during the breakfast of the Marquis was naturally not simple. Manager Snar was such a role. This half-elf served the Marquis of the four generations of the Bornarden family. His loyalty had withstood countless tests. He also contributed a lot of help when the young Marquis took charge of the family's rights. So now he is still the Marquis' General Manager: "Please check it out."

As he said this, the half-elf, who already had some white hair, handed the thin crystal screen in his hand to the young Marquis.

"Those heretics who reformed do not respect the gods of the world, do not abide by the sacred laws, deny the noble blood of destiny, and believe that ordinary people can also achieve the same achievements as the noble blood of destiny by their efforts."

He whispered softly, Nikabel did not show any disdain, and even did not have a similar idea in his heart. The ant felt that he could surpass humans. This idea was not funny, nor was it worthy of contempt, but was simply boring and meaningless: "It is worth encouraging. If my younger brothers also had this courage, I am afraid that I would not be the one who sits on this will."

Scan all the messages in it, Nikabel tasted the taste of the wine soup. Figs are plants containing the magic of life. They are cooked and stewed with high-purity holy wine, and then let the chef with an alchemist degree grasp the heat, and then stimulate the vitality and magic contained in it, and maintain a fresh, sweet and crispy taste. It can be said that it is both a delicacy and a potion. Taking a bowl can replenish most of the energy of ordinary spellcasters without any sequelae.

Just after he finished eating, the maid on one side familiarly presented a spoonful of soup with appropriate temperature. Nikabel shook his head slightly: "This kind of evil heresy always appears in a constant stream. This is obviously the responsibility of the border guards. He patrolled the wasteland, but did not capture the rioters inside. There were not enough slaves in the mine."

“What the master said.”

The manager nodded with understanding: "But Captain Molei has worked hard for so many years, and it is normal that there have been a lot of mistakes in recent times."

"What's more, he was originally from the wasteland, so it's not surprising that he would be more merciful to the people in that place."

After rubbing the breasts of one side of the maid and making him retreat, the young marquis thought for a while and smiled slightly: "Captain Molei has served the Bonathan family for thirty years, and it is time to rest. After all, it is the old man left by his father, so it is not much more punishment... Let's take his relatives and young people into the manor in the south and give him a care."

"My mercy." Manager Snar smiled without showing his teeth: "Captain Molei will thank you. It is really a refuge for God in the world. Being able to live in the manor you once lived in is considered a bit of noble blood."

"If it were other families, such a low-born guy, he had long been taken to make spell casting materials, and the master was kind and gave him a chance."

"Father will make mistakes, too."

Nika Bell shook his head and changed the topic: "How is the mine profit?"

"The production of Lingjing ore is very stable, and the speed of spiritual crystal cultivation has not decreased." The manager said: "It's just that the master is seeking stability and is unwilling to increase the element density inside the mine, so in recent years, it has only been produced by hundreds of thousands of crystals, which is much less than other mines of the same level."

"It's really much less."

Another maid brought tea, the Marquis took a sip and raised his eyebrows: "The Bonathan family is not short of such a little spiritual crystal, and my father's consideration is correct. After all, people are also our property... But the empire has not been very peaceful recently, the next door."

"The imperial family is in chaos, and the war is about to begin." Manager Snar immediately responded: "In different eras, there are naturally different practices. The Southwest mine is unique. It is not a problem to produce 1.5 million crystals a year. However, dozens of people die of crystallization every month. As long as you compensate for some spiritual crystals, your family will be grateful for your generosity and kindness."

"Um."

Without saying a word, everything goes well. Marquis Nikabel understands why even awkward guy like this Snar, he smiled and said, "Just do what you said...what!"

Suddenly, the sky and the earth were shaking, and the violent earthquake shook the castle. The beams and pillars of the walls were trembling like delicate noble ladies in the cold wind. All the magic circles seemed to have failed one after another, and even the solid load-bearing stone pillars burst into cracks and were shaking.

Unlike the Marquis and the Manager who held extraordinary power, the maids in their clothes could not resist the violent shaking that seemed to overturn the earth. They fell to the ground one after another, and some of them were even hit by the falling ceiling fragments and bleeding... but no one made even a sound.

They knew better than anyone else that if they were "deprived of etiquette" in front of the Marquis, they would not only lose the opportunity to be close to serving this noble blood, but also the tragic situation of the entire family being punished and falling from Qingyun to the ground.

But Nikabel didn't care about this little thing. He frowned, and a faint blue pattern appeared all over his body, and his magic power was thriving.

The Marquis broke the ceiling in an instant and came to mid-air.

He looked up at the top of the sky, and then the young marquis' expression gradually changed, from the initial anger and doubt to the confusion behind him.

Finally, it is fear.

"God!?"

Because, at the top of the sky of this world, and above the heavens of this world, a huge, brilliant, human figure shining with endless light appeared.

This figure, the residents of the entire Rajmonash world, whether human elves, dwarfs, orcs, all knew clearly that it was the "God of the World" that everyone respected and believed in, regardless of whether it was a civilian or a noble blood, ordinary people or extraordinary people, and believed in!

【Original Candle Day!!!】

Even, you can hear the panic and anger of the gods in the world, mixed with some inexplicable voices: [You actually dare...]

Bang.

Then there was a sound like a huge fist, which was blasting an elastic and soft flesh-and-blood object at a speed beyond imagination. The subsequent tearing sound filled with endless hot and bright blood, which even covered the sky of the entire Rajmonash world. Even the brilliance of the sun, moon and stars were obscured, and all living beings could only see a series of blood-like stars floating in the sky.

And the shadow representing the gods in the world is rapidly becoming bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer to the outer dome of this world

Then there is the impact.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!!!!

The distant and long sound is the afterglow that something tough and hard is transmitted to the atmosphere after being smashed by pure violence. This sound is so grand and magnificent that it is like an overly vast drum song.

The barriers of heaven and earth were broken, and the fragments of the boundaries of the world turned into rain, turning into meteorites, hanging down to every corner of the world. The burning stars fell into the earth, bringing up one after another of dazzling golden lines, drew arcs and leaping over clouds and peaks, and finally landed on the oceans and land, shattering into the purest spiritual fog.

But all these scenes, everything together, can't compare to a god who is all over gold and white, releasing the clear and pure light, and is even larger than the world. The scene of the scene where a ferocious and terrifying ferocious void dragon was slapped on his face and finally hitting the world.

"How can you build a good road with you when you are with you?"

A voice full of regret and determination could be heard from the mouth of the void dragon, and his tone was like a rock in the sea forever: "Can't hesitate anymore, you must use a heavy punch!"

After saying that, he punched out another dragon fist, which made the opponent feel jealous, and his divine blood splattered in the void, turning into a fog filled with nebula.

【Where did I do it wrong?!】

At this moment, the powerful Hedao man, the God of All Worlds who was punched, was furious and angry with the God of Hedao, who was holding the "purity" Tao, and his face was beyond recognition. He was scattered by Su Zhou's multi-universe void battle form, and his body was covered with teeth marks. It was obvious that someone had bitten mercilessly, but it was not bitten down.

Although I originally planned to come over to trouble Yuan Chu Zhuzhou, I saw so many powerful Hedao people who were asking Yuan Chu Zhuzhou for trouble around me. This god of the world originally felt that he was not in a hurry to go over and cause trouble. Maybe it wasn't his turn to queue up, so Yuan Chu Zhuzhou had already been solved.

But who knew that the guy suddenly turned his head and began to divide the many avatars of Dao, attacking several powerful people with Dao, and he was one of them!

It would be fine if you fight, Yuan Chu Zhuzhou didn’t have the majesty or face of a powerful man in Hedao… He actually said and bit people!

Do you want to have a face?

"What do I do if I don't bite people?

Su Zhou said strangely that the young man in the form of a dragon confused the other party's thoughts: "If I were a human, I would definitely use weapons or throw stones to release waves, but dragon-shaped. Apart from breathing and claw strike, it could only be the tail whipping and biting!"

The reason is this, but it is still difficult to accept Hedao, especially the teeth marks on the body contain the wounds of the great way, which may not be cured in a few decades.

And Su Zhou's words afterwards were even more deeply biting Him, and it was more bone-like than real teeth: "What's more, what did you do wrong? Look at the worlds under your command, wow, the top people look down on others, I said, why do you have to mess with your pure-blooded nobleman, not to directly engage in reproductive isolation and coordinated evolution? Is it difficult to create a labor race without intelligence and an elite aristocratic race? We have to oppress people, and people regard people as garbage, are you cheap? "

"All the powerful people of Hedao are still fooling around the blood of the caste... Ask yourself, is this system pitiful? Does it not exert the full productivity of a smart race at all?"

"cheap!"

【shut up!】

In this regard, it is obvious that there is no way to compete with Su Zhou. The God of the world has participated in the discussion of Taoism. He immediately skillfully turned into: [Is it really good for you to kill ordinary people like this! Yuan Chu Zhuzhou, you invade me into this world, and there will be more than a billion casualties. If you exhaust the world for thousands of years of oppression, you will not die so many people!]

As he said this, He tried to get up and stand up, but just now he supported his hand on the world, God in the world was suddenly stunned.

This feel...is the world barrier?

But when!? Didn’t it just smashed?

"I'm so laughing, when did I kill someone?"

Su Zhou's voice came from the distant universe: "I didn't kill a single bacteria, and no one in that world died. There may be several injuries, but I was cured and I also gave compensation!"

"I can't even do such things. I'll think of it as a charity and fight a charity!"
Chapter completed!