My Empire

"Hey!" At the same time using magic to attack Wei'an, the magic of Safirrah also spurted from his Jianfeng, and the wind blade rushed directly to the white robe. It is only a little bit slower than the thunder, the thunder is used by the white robe!

"Hey!" Fare's palm also lit up the hot radiance, and a lightning blinking kung fu has hit the arms of the white robe. He only used a thunder-making magic, but the attack strength of this magic, it would be much more powerful than the two peers used by the White Robe.

After all, these three in front of you can be the super elite of the magic world. If there is no Allah Hill, these three people appear alone, they are enough to support the battlefield.

But now, they have three together, just to be siege, obviously a little large material.

After the huge collision, the magical defense barrier of the White Robe was broken. He was also seriously injured, and the white robes on his body were disappeared.

Unfortunately, after stopping the body, he has not used a magical defense barrier, and huge energy will cover him.

The magic energy used by a dragon is pouring. Only one instant, I evaporate this white robes.

"Ah!" In the unlimited light, only a scream of the god waiter in the echo. Obviously, when the ray disappears, this poor god waiter will not leave a little ashes.

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"Ah!" Suddenly, a zombie is sitting in a machinery like a coffin. He has a breath, and the black liquid flows from his face, and he is full of fold. The face drops on his chest left.

He saw a dry body wearing a white robbery, but he wore a white cap, but it was not a god waiter, but his handsome devil lifted out of the dark room.

The body is like a hundred years of wind, and it is a stomach.

Then he looked at the translucent "people" standing in the distance, he quickly exposed a humble expression: "The great magic is from this source ... I failed ..."

"I know that you have failed." Magic's semi-transparent face is a somewhat emotion, but his voice is still very embarrassed.

Just like his speaker everywhere, every time he speaks, you will have a sound from a different angle.

"But your performance is very good.

Very brave! "It or he said while floating the old man like a vampire died.

"You have lived for more than 1,000 years in the container I gave you ... I used to be a big magician. It is your loyalty to me, so that you get the ultimate evolution!" He said, while using the virtual Hands to touch the edge of the container around the old man.

The above containers are inserted with tubes, and the liquid inside seems to flow. There is such a container everywhere in the entire room, some already empty, and some are lying in someone.

"People who are loyal to me, will not face death! This is what I promise you, so you ... can live."

"Go! For me! Take the victory back!" Magic's gently waved his hand, a handsome magistrate pushed the old man back into the container.

The old man constantly tremble in black liquid, and eventually did not have any messages. And the temple in the distance exported, another white robe came out from the temple.

"The great magic origin, the soul of these magicians can no longer support the 'reincarnate'." The handsome magic whispered said: "Many gods, already ..."

"How much is the godwood, anyway, after 'reincarnate', the memory of these people will disappear ..." Magic's origin is proud of: "Let those people who volunteered to be God waiters come over, then let them become new God waiter! "

He called eternal life, these people can live forever in the devices similar to life cabin ... This kind of living is not alive, they will die, but they can "live" for a long time.

These gods can resurrect, but every resurrection will forget the fact that I have "dead". They didn't fear, and I firmly believed that I have been alive.

More terrible is that their magic energy will get a large increase, the pure energy of the body can make them with the power of the big tutor.

Once, this is a big army of the magical origin, but now this army has a heavy loss and has to start adding.

The magic is lying. If the godware is not dead, it may always be present, as an energy body controlled by the magic local source, as a incomplete soul living only some memory.

However, once these fighters began to have a loss, then their lives are not very stable - it is possible to resurrect a few times, and it is also possible to die immediately. Anyway, this is what they have destined.

"Go! Let me fight for me!" Looking at another goddess army slowly assembled, the voice of the magical origin was echoed throughout the hall.

Here is the temple he can't inviolery. Here is his most powerful war. As long as he controls this, the god waiter's army will continue to be produced, it seems endless ...

"Put those bodies into the magic refining furnace, recover the crystals in their body! Then all sent to the warehouse! I am tired, don't bother me." Magic's origin, the whole body disappeared in this dim basement .

The devil is slightly owed, and then turned to do something he should do. Devils that can be selected here are the madness of religion of magic. They have no self, they are praying every day, and their lives are dedicated to magic.

And the magic origin that disappears here, returns to another room. His virtual image begins to become blurred, this is his performance of his strength.

Even if he, even with his own magical energy, he is not a complete energy body. He can make a weird army, and even split new life, but he is not unlimited. He is manufacturing At the same time, it also needs to be added.

"Why, why is so many powerful soldiers, is not to defeat the dead bastard!" His voice trembled, as if it was in the edge of the collapse.

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