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33. Completely derailed---Three-foot Lingtai for the leader of the alliance [13/30](2/2)

His whole body was entangled with the power of shadow, and then he stabbed the dagger into the heart of a paladin from behind.

"Joe! What are you doing!"

Chaldea roared angrily, holding a war hammer in one hand and a sacred crystal rosary in the other. He looked at his friend. Jor-El also turned around at this moment, and his resolute face turned into a dead silence.

With a dull expression, his whole body was covered in blood, and the blood flowed strangely down his arm to the strange and dark ritual dagger in his hand.

"Chaldea, my friend, I hear her... I hear her."

Jor-El raised the blood-stained dagger in his hand and said in a hollow voice:

"She is calling me... She is calling you too, don't you hear? Listen, listen with your heart, she is happy, she is longing... longing for blood and death, she wants you! Chaldea, she

Being sent here, fate, her fate is closely linked to yours, she needs you!"

The Paladin walked forward while saying strange words, while Chaldea kept retreating. He knew very well that the dark power on the dagger had taken over Jor-El's will and spirit, and he had to help him!

"Evil spirit! Get away!"

Chaldea roared and raised the rosary in his hand. At this moment, the bright and holy light rushed out from the bishop's hand and hit Jor Al's body. But strangely, the powerful holy light did not hurt him.

The paladin was possessed by an evil spirit, and in the flash of holy light, Al let out a wild laugh, and he rushed towards Chaldea.

"puff"

Just before the twisted dark dagger pierced Chaldea's heart, a figure emerged from the shadows and pierced Jor-El's heart with an arrow of blood from behind. The dark dagger shook with his body.

After a few hits, it fell weakly at Chaldea's feet.

The priest swung his hands in panic, trying to get away from the weird weapon, but just as he tried to turn over and get up, a cold hand grabbed his wrist and pinned his fingers to the ground.

On the handle of a black dagger.

Weird whispers filled Chaldea Morgan's mind for a moment, and Nasa's hoarse voice also reached his ears:

"The gift of the generous Tyrion has been sent... accept it with joy, step lightly into the darkness, and... then truly become one of us."
Chapter completed!
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