Return from the second dimension

"My Excellency, when do you want to wait until, do you really want to watch my master get killed?"

Lingshi's voice sounded, with a hint of grief and anger in his tone, and he looked up at the sky ahead.

There, there are several figures, which are monitoring the entire battlefield condescendingly.

The object of his questioning was naturally the Loucheng monk who signed the contract, that is, the three Protoss Lords.

According to the requirements of the contract, the monks in Loucheng need to protect the safety of the indigenous gods and not allow them to be attacked by enemies.

The envisioned enemy, naturally ranked first is the Sea Emperor, which is generated by the inner demon of the native gods and the source of all changes.

The second enemy is the uninvited robbers from the descendants of the warriors in the warrior continent.

They are the descendants of the Void Bandit, and once they are in contact with their ancestors, they may also hit their ideas on the indigenous gods.

The essence of robbers is to plunder, guarding such a big treasure as the native gods, but without any action for thousands of years, the descendants of these warriors are really inferior to their ancestors.

The last thing that needs to be guarded against is certain believers who are unruly.

After experiencing the betrayal of a group of core believers, the indigenous gods no longer dare to believe these believers, because his invincible image in the hearts of believers has collapsed.

The more powerful a believer is, the more secrets about the kingdom of God will be understood, and the trace of devotion and integrity in his heart has been polished clean.

They understand that they are being used, so when considering problems, they will also start from the perspective of interest.

In this case, as long as the benefits are sufficient, betrayal becomes a matter of course.

As for the void monster, it can only be regarded as an accident, but the degree of danger is much higher than the first three.

This kind of monster is coming on fiercely, and if it can't resist it, it will completely wipe out the kingdom of God.

The unexpected circumstances that the native gods were worried about before have all been brought together, which also made the situation extremely critical.

The spirit messenger knew very well that the original defensive power of the Great Temple could not withstand this catastrophe.

At this moment, Loucheng cultivators still need to take action to have a chance to resolve the crisis.

However, from the beginning of the war to the present, the three Loucheng monks who were responsible for guarding the Great Temple had no intention of taking action.

Lingshi couldn't understand what the other party was thinking, but he knew that the native gods were at stake.

As the most loyal servant, the spirit makes the heart anxious, so he will ask questions in times of crisis.

It was a matter of life and death, and he had no time to bother about whether his behavior was rude.

After hearing the Lingshi's words, Lord Jin Tong turned his eyes and slowly fell on the Lingshi's body.

In an instant, Lingshi felt tremendous pressure, as if his body would shatter at any time.

Lingzhu was shocked. At this moment, he really felt how powerful Lord Jintong was.

Compared with the god-level monks he had ever seen, the Lord of Golden Eyes in front of him was obviously a level higher.

He even had a feeling that this god-level powerhouse hidden in the shadows was not even worse than his master.

"Just kidding, how is this possible!"

Lingshi shook his head, feeling that this idea was outrageous.

Its owner is not simple, by no means an ordinary god-level powerhouse, but a higher-level existence

Otherwise, it is impossible to establish a kingdom of gods and have a group of god-level servants, and this alone can prove their own strength.

It's a pity that no matter how strong a master is, there will be unlucky times, but the native gods are just even more unlucky.

"It is estimated that the realm of this Loucheng monk will soon reach the level of an intermediate god, reaching the same height as the master.

If the strength is not enough, it is impossible to give yourself such a sense of familiarity, as if you have met the master of the year.

This Loucheng world is really powerful, the strength of the monks is extremely powerful, and you can meet such a master casually.

No wonder the master would rather pay a huge price and sign a contract with the monks in Loucheng, obviously knowing that they are strong!"

When the Lingshi thought of this, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart. If that was the case, did it mean that the native gods were shocked?

"What's your identity, dare to doubt me?"

Lord Jin Tong asked in a cold voice, making the Lingshi feel as if he was in the middle of the cold winter, with waves of coldness on his face.

Although the Lingshi felt the pressure of a mountain, he was neither humble nor overbearing. As the master of the big temple, he naturally had a certain tolerance.

Compared with other god servants, the spirit envoy has higher authority, and he is regarded as the half master of the kingdom of god.

If he wants to, he can mobilize the source of God's reserves at any time to be promoted to the strong creator.

Of course, after doing so, it will cause a series of hidden dangers, so he has been in charge of the Great Temple for many years, but he has never done so.

However, in terms of status and mentality, Lingshi thought he was not defeated by Lord Jintong, so he did not feel inferior at this time.

While resisting the rebels, the Lingshi looked directly at Lord Jintong, and his voice spread all around him clearly.

"Previously, I replaced the master and signed a contract with you, which is regarded as his plenipotentiary representative.

When my master is sleeping, as his closest servant, I naturally have the right to supervise you in fulfilling your agreement.

Nowadays, there are many crises, and the owner must move to a safe place as soon as possible, otherwise there may be accidents.

So I hope your Excellency can take action to assist my master in the transfer, otherwise if the change does happen, you will also suffer losses."

The spirit messenger is not alarmist, because according to the agreement signed at the time, the monks in Loucheng are responsible for the safety of the native gods.

Once the native gods suffer damage, they will also be punished according to the contract.

Don't think that this paper contract has no binding force. The more powerful monks are, the more they know how to awe, and they also have more contract spirit.

Once the contract is signed, it will be fulfilled as much as possible, especially the contract signed by the god-level monks, the binding force is by no means comparable to ordinary contracts.

The spirit messenger used the contract to talk about things, even Lord Jintong couldn't say much, but he was definitely not at the mercy.

Glancing coldly at the spirit messenger, Lord Jintong said coldly: "What on earth should be done, I know better than you, do you think that by transferring the underground palace, your master can avoid the crisis?

I can tell you that this is a very stupid practice and will only put your master in a greater crisis.

If you don't transfer, I can guarantee your master's life is safe, even in the face of void monsters.

But at this moment, there are more and more enemies you need to face, and all this is caused by your stupid decision.

The most important point is that the real crisis has not been resolved. I have an ominous hunch that major changes will happen soon."

Hearing the reprimand from Lord Jintong, Lingshi was silent, his expression slightly gloomy.

My own approach was indeed impulsive, but it was just the danger that Lord Jintong said. What exactly was it?

Just as this thought came up in his mind, a figure suddenly flashed among those crazy rebels.

While the servant was dragged, this figure was like a ghost, directly killing the gap in the underground palace.

Then I saw the monk suddenly roaring, and then his whole body broke apart and turned into a black lightning, shooting at the sleeping native god.

The whole process is extremely fast, and when the spirit envoy reacts, the black lightning has flew in front of the native gods, and they will launch an attack.

"Do not!"

The spiritual envoy cried out, turned into a stream of light, and rushed up desperately, trying to block the fatal blow for his master.