Overgod Ascension

Shh!

The feather arrows burst into the air.

The original archer was overwhelmed by the cloud fog, and now hearing Bishop Merck drink, he immediately hurried out the arrow in his hand.

It was just a wave later and they regretted it.

Faced with the threat of bows and arrows, Zhang Fan naturally did the most normal reaction of ordinary people, holding up the human shield in his hand.

Pfft!

Blood splattered, the original Viscount of Fort Teller, immediately turned into an arrowhead.

“Oh my God! What have we done? ”

Several knights immediately rioted, and the soldiers rioted.

“Yan Ling? ”

A middle-aged knight stared dead in the eye at Bishop Merck, but a word flashed through his heart.

He naturally knows that among these clergy, there is even a special technique that can form the Spirit of the Word, allowing the surgeon to follow their orders completely.

And, in any case, it would be a little too risky to order arrows in the event that the Viscount was captured.

‘Was it something special, something else? ’

The old knight thought so, but at this time he could only roar and rush to Zhang Fan.

In any case, the other side and Bishop Merck are the main ones in charge of the Viscount's death, no one can be spared!

“Dead?”

Zhang Fan fought all the way back, and his expression was incredible: “This should be their lord, right? Are westerners so fierce? ”

But he didn't have much to think about, because at the next moment, a knight dressed in iron had launched a terrible battle against him.

Boom!

The power of this attack is obviously not resistant to Zhang Fan.

Just a little touch, too skill-oriented, the master of the ship flies out and the soft sword in his hand falls on the ground.

“Judge you! ”

On the other side, several priests joined forces to subdue the former magician as well.

“What are you still waiting for? Take possession of this ship immediately and don't let anyone leave! ”

The old knight shouted and looked again at Bishop Merck: "Now Lord Viscount is dead, the first murdered Viscount since the founding of the kingdom! Your Eminence, I'm afraid none of us can leave before things are clear! ”

“I know that! ”

Bishop Merck made a gesture and said with piety: "Viscount Tillerburg was bravely sacrificed in a battle with the heathen blood, and his soul will be accepted by my Lord to eternal kingdom! ”

“Kill him! ”

Behind them, many soldiers who had already figured out the cause and effect, red-eyed, jumped onto the treasure ship...

……

The murder of a royal Viscount is enough to bring it to the king's desk, not to mention a group of heathens.

Not long ago, Wu Ming, far from Wang Du, learned the news.

“A group of expats? Suspected of murdering Viscount Tellerbourg? ”

Now he, naturally, feels that the upgrading of the universe is unclear, but the Sahr mainland has changed dramatically.

The original world disappeared at the end, and an even larger world merged into it.

And this is obviously the first group of outsiders.

“Interesting! Interesting! ”

Wu Ming saw the dark-haired eyes above and descriptions from an ancient country in the East, and even more interesting expressions appeared on his face.

“Caritan! ”

He cried softly, and the head of the Night's Watch appeared silently from the darkness: "May I ask, my lord? ”

“Find out the real cause of Viscount Tellerbourg's death! ”

Next to Wu Ming, there was more than one letter from the raven, and next to the official letter, there were a few private letters, which described the death of Viscount Tileborg as imminent, and it seemed like intentional accidental killing and extermination at first glance.

‘It seems… that the recent series of means to the Church has been a little too benevolent…’

When I think of some stubborn and resistant factions in the church, Wu Ming's eyes flashed a chill.

Thinking about it, he said, “Everyone on that boat must be escorted to Wang Du without a leak. I want an interrogation! ”

Obviously, interrogation is false, and obtaining first-hand information about that Eastern continent, as well as about its kingdom of God, is his real purpose.

“Your will, will be fulfilled! ”

Caritan bowed and retreated into the darkness.

……

What Wu Ming does not know is that visitors from the Cyrus are not the only sailors from the East.

Buzz!

On the western side of the continent, in some wilderness, a void twisted and a translucent door emerged.

A god wearing a white robe, blonde hair, and snow and white wings made Shi come out of the portal and gauge the sky and land.

“According to the Oracle… our world has expanded again, adding new blood! ”

He has a beautiful face, indistinguishable between men and women, full of a divine taste.

“Now it looks like the new blood, is this the island? There is also a kingdom above, ruled by a holy realm...”

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Shh!

The car opened, and Zhang Fan, with his wretched face, was dragged raw from the top.

Ever since that nobleman died in his hands, he has known that something is wrong.

Indeed, after a brief confusion, the soldiers similarly arrested his entire crew and locked him up in jail, eating only poor enough to feed the rats full and hard black bread every day, Zhang Fan estimated that he would definitely be hanged.

Even in his kingdom, assassinations of nobles such as Dr. Ching are punishable by death.

However, he did not expect that the other party did not execute him immediately, but took them into a prison car and kept on driving.

By now, he had finally figured out why.

- The conquering king demanded that they be taken to Wangdu and judged in person!

Well, to be honest, knowing that the death penalty will not escape, it's also a good psychological consolation to postpone it for a little while.

However, when he arrived in Wangdu, he couldn't help but marvel at the layout and planning of the place: “I can't believe that there are such magnificent capitals in the western province of Barbarian...”

“My Lord Host...”

The magician next to him hung two dark circles with all the blood in his eyes: "Aren't you worried about our situation? ”

As a boat attendant, he was also ‘favoured’ by the captains.

Because he was treated as a male witch, he was also treated as a male witch. When he wanted to rest his eyes, there was always a drop of cold water in his head, in short, he was not allowed to rest.

This is because witches' practices require a high degree of concentration of spiritual power, and this method of compulsion to disturb them without rest has proved to be quite effective.

In fact, dealing with a magician is a real crook.

After a dozen days of sleepless sleep, the magician doesn't even have time to feel comfortable replenishing his powers, let alone practicing magic or anything.

Although his poor rank restored his ability to administer the law, it was highly questionable whether he could escape alone from a strong guard force.

“If we're going to be judged, it's enough to pull a few of us! ”

Zhang Fan, speaking to the magician in the language of his empire, tried his mouth again, pointing to the huge convoy behind him: “Why do we have to catch all of us? Shouldn't kill them all...”

“My God… are these savages ready to sell us as slaves? ”

The surgeon's teeth have trembled.

He has also heard of the cruelty of some of the indigenous tribes of the Southern Ocean, where basically entire villages and even clans of defeated fighters are sold into slavery, and even more tragic, into sacrifices of evil gods.

Poor thing, though he's a little miserable in the country, he comes from a real magician! I don't want to be a slave to savages, or a sacrifice or anything weird.

“Fortunately, you prisoners, the treatment is deliberately ordered by the superiors! ”

For Zhang Fan, he had no reason to see Wang Du's prosperity, and was quickly put in jail.

And the fat head of the jail was mumbling, bringing him dinner today —— a few pieces of fairly soft white bread, and a little vegetable soup with a rich aroma.

For prisoners, this kind of meal is quite extravagant.

Zhang Fan had a bad feeling, but the idea of holding death also to be full of dead ghosts, still happily and painfully, but he was surprised to find no one to bring up the trial until the evening.

Night.

The moon is quiet outside.

“The moon god is too shady...”

Zhang Fan looked out at the clean moonlight through the tiny iron window and prayed: “Please bless me to be able to return home safely...”

“The moon god is too shady? ”

At this point, outside the cell, a strange, but unusually young voice sounded: "Is this the god you believe in? ”

“You are…”

Zhang Fan slipped back vigilantly and immediately saw a black cloak man open his cell and walked in.

“Nice sword? How come there aren't many inner roots to fix...”

Wu opened his eyes tomorrow, looked at the bottom of the person and shook his head.

“Who the hell are you? ”

The feeling of being seen through all over the body increased Zhang Fan's anxiety to the limit, and he drank and asked.

Only now did he realize that the other spoken the same language as he did.

“I actually want to thank you! ”

Wu Ming smiled instead of answering Zhang Fan's question.

“Thank us? ”

“Yes, thank you for all your hard work in bringing me the world information from the beginning! ”

He instantly climbed forward and put his hands on Zhang Fan's forehead.

The man also tried to resist, but after a slight struggle, his eyes stagnated and he stood still.

“While you can ask slowly, how can it compare to my own review? ”

Wu Mingmang muttered that a tremendous amount of power was mobilized, and this Zhang Fan's life, all the memories from birth, appeared immensely in front of him.