Versatile Mage

“Do you know what will happen if you offend us the Holy See!!” Fat, fat, grey-coated priest yelling at Movan.

“I've heard you say that a hundred times, and I'm still standing here!” Movan said with some impatience.

Really, such a Yakuza, like NPC, threats, lines are just like the program, back and forth just one or two sentences.

Guilty??

Movan was following a philosophy that would bring them all together!

Using the shadow to approach the fat grey priest, Movan sent a fire to this fat guy's stomach!

The grey priest also had some skills, and quickly responded by putting on a water guard. For safety reasons, he put on an armor to make sure that nothing was lost.

The blazing flame blew 200 kilograms of his body out.

The fat grey priest had just landed, and before he could get up, he saw countless molten pulp floating beneath the surface. The hot molten liquid suddenly blew up beneath him and turned into a glorious flower of death!

The fierce devouring of the Fire of the Shadow, the priest in grey clothes stood there, his body burning violently, his head raised and his head screamed like a hog.

“You're the happiest one to die!” Movan said coldly.

By the time he walked in front of the priest in grey clothes, he was lying on the ground, burning like the poisonous dead, and his fat was burned to nothing left.

……

There were only two left, but when they killed the two Greycoat priests through Movan, they didn't know where they had gone. Movan stared at the fork in front of them and got a little confused for a while.

His purpose was the temple, and according to Muningsnow's description and Spirit's tracking, the brutal demon must have been in the temple, and he didn't know how far it was from there.

“Sick Wolf. ”

Movan cut a moonlight trajectory and summoned the Wolf to himself.

Immediately after the sickness wolf appeared, Movan jumped onto his back, and the guy sniffed into the air and quickly caught the smell of burning on the two previous escaped priests in grey clothes.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh."

The Sick Wolf chased the dark passage and rushed out, fast as he could.

In less than five minutes, Movan had seen the back of one of the grey priests, a female priest, whose face was wrapped in cloth, and Movan could not see her face.

The priestess was still running, and when she turned her head and found a wolf pounding towards her, she was frightened and scattered, and fell directly to the ground.

“Judge, forgive me... forgive me, I did nothing, I was persecuted by them!” The clergyman identified Movan as a man of the trial and immediately pleaded there, her voice pitifully soft and her words a little bitter.

“So you're a good-hearted Yankee?” Movan laughed and measured the face of the priest.

“Yes, yes...”

Movan stared at her and quickly noticed that the woman was quietly doing the trick.

If a Yakuza talked to himself in this way, Movan Heung would have thought about it. After all, it is not ruled out that some Yakuza were forced into teaching and always wanted to get rid of it, but a man who has all escalated into a Grey Yakuza priest, it must be a guy whose evil value has accumulated to a certain degree. How could Movan believe it?

Seeing her try to sneak up on herself, Mofan shook her head helplessly: “Sick Wolf, this woman looks fine and tender, it's yours. ”

Without waiting for Morgan to speak, the Sick Wolf pounded directly on the floor and two heavy foreclaws pressed the priest against the floor.

The priestess collided so much that the whole person was dizzy. Soon a sore neck appeared. Blurred consciousness found that her neck had been bitten off by the wolf!

The wolf bit a few bites and found that the woman was not as delicious as she had imagined, so she threw it aside like a piece of meat she didn't want.

“One more. Can you smell him?” Movan asked.

The wolf nodded.

……

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The Chapel is a place of “prayer” for the Black Holy See, where one is said to speak of one's ambitions and aspirations, to be heard by the Lord of Death, and to be more firm in the faith of every member of the Black Holy See, where almost every member of the Black Holy See comes to baptize his soul and spirit.

“I will pay for Zhou Zhou's family!” In the prayer hall, a man of bamboo height and morbid white skin said harshly, "Lord Sarang, you will surely help me achieve this, I am willing to die following you in this filthy world! ”

The man knelt down in piety, and unfortunately a priest in grey clothes hurriedly pushed the door in, falling and colliding.

Zhou Li turned his head and stared indifferently at the unclear grey coat.

“Do you know who I'm talking to? Get out!” Zhou Li's voice was cold and murderous.

Reverend Ricky in Grey hastily said: "Yes… there is an intruder, my lord, there is an intruder, he has killed many of our brothers. ”

“Are you all a bunch of crap, how could you let anyone in here!” Zhou Li scolded.

“He is a strong hunter, should we inform Lord Fang??” Ricky asked.

“You mean, I can't deal with a little hunter, the whole Golden Warrior gang has been slaughtered like cows and sheep, nothing more than a wild hunter who has no choice but to impress her!” Zhou Li's pale face carries a bit of arrogance.

“Yes, he presumes that in the back, I'm with Lord Zhou Li...” Li Kai praised.

“I don't need you to get in the way. Get out of my way and wait for the kid to collect his body. Don't make him die too comfortable!” Zhou Li said.

Zhou Li is one of the best in their branch. Li Kai is also running wild. I didn't expect to happen to meet Zhou Li.

Zhou Li is still only a trainee blue coat deacon, but he must be strong enough. That young hunter is arrogant in front of these Grey coat priests. If he encounters the blue coat class Zhou Li, he must abuse the individual without skin perfection.

Ricky immediately hid away and looked out the door.

Footsteps have been heard outside the door. What surprised Ricky was the first to come in here was a blue werewolf with blood on his mouth, and the man on his back was the killer who didn't blink!

“… that's him, Lord Zhou Yu!” Ricky pointed at Movan and shouted.

“A summoning magician.” Zhou Li did not despise.