If it was Bain who caught the Red Knight, then Raven would be completely unable to calm down.●⌒, the God of Tyranny would use various methods to force any existence that disobeyed him to surrender, and also like to prove his greatness by thorough conquest.

If the Red Knight was caught by Bain, he would probably be oo.

In his previous life, Bain also tried to kill a girl and prove his truth. He killed a goddess first.

But Cialick... Cialick is a good boy's shoe!

Since Baumistila failed, Cialis no longer believed in love. He drove crazy and killed Ayton, the only pastor who had taken risks with him but was not a god. At that time, Ayton's identity was already the first high priest of the Church of Mistila. Cialis used lies to make Ayton say something blasphemous, so that after Ayton died, he could only deal with it as the most despicable hypocrite.

Cirick used the duties of the God of Death to bind Klanwo, causing Klanwo to make the decision to refuse to return Ayton's soul and let Ayton return to the Kingdom of Mistira. This decision forever ruined the love between Mistira and Klanwo.

Since then, Cialik has not been interested in women, and his greatest interest is to use lies to create various true love and killing.

From this point of view, Cialek is a true loyal member of the Dead Dead Group, loyal to his heart, and breaking up every couple...

In addition, due to his extreme hatred of the Death God, Cyric Chiss, is very picky about the deaths he creates. He never needs to fight and kill people on a large scale, because this will increase the power of the God of Battle Tampas. He does not kill anyone casually, only murder! Murder is the way of death he allows.

This twisted aesthetic of death has led to only two ways of dying people who die by him: they are assassinated directly from the beginning, or they are deceived and fall in love with their lovers and relatives and friends.

Now that the Red Knight has entered his deception field, Cialek will not assassinate her again. Similarly, there is nothing that Cialek can value in the Red Knight's clergy and divine power fields.

Because he knew Xiaoxi's children's shoes very well, Lei Wen was relieved about it.

The only thing he can do now is to wait for the opportunity to escape in three days.

In this life, Cialis was even more outrageous than in his previous life. He used [Cialis] to control the God of Cialis, which led to the early entry of Ogma of the God of Knowledge. This is likely to make the [Real Lies] that could have fought against [Cialis] come out in advance.

"I should still have time." Lei Wen calculated: "The Cialis hat itself represents all the lies in the world. It is not that easy to fight against."

After the unlimited infusion of divine power by the priesthood of lies, the power of the Cialis hat is beyond the imagination of mortals.

As if you tell others that you have lunch when you say hello, you don’t eat it, as if you are a lie for the son of the world to deceive the consciousness of the world.

If it weren't for the lie itself, it was not one of the origins of the world. It is very likely that Cirick could have been able to enter powerful divine power by relying on the lie clergy.

Looking into the dark clouds from Melissa's palace, Raven murmured to himself: "The key now is whether I have time to rush back and get the greatest benefit..."

At this moment, a good show is taking place in Phantom Knight City.

Mithil's right index finger was wrapped around the flame that could directly burn the soul. It was peeled and burned, as if the tender finger without a trace of calluses was a candle, but with one finger poked on West's shoulder, nothing was wrong.

"Hahaha! I am the angel of my Lord's lies, and I will not feel pain." West laughed.

The goddess of Magic Net frowned. She would not feel pain, so it would be meaningless to execute the punishment.

"An unnatural existence, why not return to your original one?" The forest and the ranger goddess Melikay went on with the same magical technique.

Green represents the green of nature. The most primitive and original color in nature. This is the return of life forms. Perhaps it is a gift or a punishment...

Pain recovery!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" West suddenly let out a shocking scream, like a pig slaughtering.

The gods all looked at Melikay.

The forest goddess dressed in green ranger dressed up as a slut and shrugged: "It's not my execution."

Gods: "…"

Sure enough, the honest people from the neutral camp are even more ruthless.

"Let me do it." Irmat, one of the three gay friends of Justice, also known as the God of Passion, stepped forward.

The perverted red rope easily gave West greater pain, and there were a series of screams.

But ten minutes later, West was still tough, completely unyielding and rather than surrender.

Ilmat, who was watched by the gods, felt embarrassed. If this continues, he and Bain feel that there is no difference.

"Hehe, it's useless. My Lord Cialek has discovered that I was captured. I have notified my Lord. I have taken away my heart for more than half an hour after I lost contact and let me die..." West smiled grimly.

Tyr stepped forward, took a little finger, and extremely high-purity divine power flowed out from his fingertips. It showed a beautiful bright silver color, and the divine power surrounded Tyr's fingertips like mist. A few seconds later, three extremely small horizontal divine magic arrays penetrated Tyr's fingers, constraining these divine powers inwardly.

Finally, it swirled and shot out, and a gorgeous silver light blessed on West.

Til said loudly: "I will grant you the glory of immortality within 10 days in the name of the God of Justice." Sometimes the words of the powerful gods are the rules.

It is a mysterious force that can temporarily resist death.

What a pity... Glory? What a glory! Is this torture good?

The gods looked at Tyre and were speechless again.

A mysterious wave came, and the gods sensed that the heart in West's chest disappeared. The gods immediately reacted. This was Cialique's work and hurriedly closed the surrounding space further.

"What should I do? This guy has lost his heart. Although he can't die for the time being, he still can't speak without a heart supply of blood." Tyr asked the gods.

"Use this to hold on first." Tampas was the bloodiest, and he casually drew a pig's heart from some pigpen nearby.

"Let me do it." Ogma calmly took the pig's heart and used the outstanding sacred ability [change reality].

The God of Knowledge waved his hand, and a small blue inscription array with a border of magic appeared in six directions in front, back, left, left, and up and down.

The magic circle compressed towards the pig's heart on the palm, and together with the highly concentrated divine power, forming six surfaces of a cube in Ogma's palm. The blue divine power repeatedly reflected and jumped back and forth in the inner body of the cube, as if something was nurturing or reshaping something.

In the eyes of the gods, the large pig heart was still beating, but it kept getting smaller, until the size of a human being. In less than ten seconds, the Ogma, who was holding the sky, had temporarily turned the pig heart into a human heart that could last for 18 hours and stuffed it into West.

Looking at the bloody Ogma in his hands, the gods couldn't help but shivered at the same time. Don't underestimate the wise. In order to understand the biological structure, the God of Knowledge must have done many dissections...

West was crying but no tears. Okay, now he couldn't die: "Don't think I would say that my devotion to my Lord gives me courage."

"Well, since you mentioned courage..." Thom, the god of loyalty and courage, strided out in a meteor: "Courage, the evil party does not deserve courage. I deprive you of the boring courage in the name of the god of courage!"

A magic trick passed, as if some light had been pulled away by Thom. West, who was still fearless just now, instantly became as timid as a mouse.

"Hmph! I'm an angel of lies." West was still stubborn.

"Don't waste time!" The mysterious gestures combined with unknown spells, and mysterious arcane waves rippled in the hall, and a large number of shining ancient secret runes floated in the air, echoing constantly. The gods discovered that no one could recognize these runes except a very few gods, such as the God of Knowledge.

A dazzling blue light shot into West, and the angel of Lie suddenly changed his expression, and his eyes were wide open and he felt his own changes.

I can't say a lie I thought of.

"This is the truth. As long as my magic is still constant on you, you cannot tell any lies." Mistila said proudly.

This is definitely a huge irony for Cirick.

How wonderful, isn’t it? An angel of lies who cannot lie!? It feels funny even if you think about it.

Sure enough, women deserve it in terms of revenge!

The gods were extremely entangled and looked at the goddess of the magic net.

Mistiel pulled her hips and showed her queen's aura: "Okay! Now answer my question, West! Do you understand?"

"I got it, bitch!"

Mistila nodded...wait! It seems that something is wrong!

"What did you call me just now?" The goddess of Magic Net looked cold and looked like she wanted to eat people.

The magical lie angel cannot lie: "The magic net... bitch?"

Mistila: "…"

Gods: "…"

Mithilra's hands were trembling, and Cialik's believers always called her a bitch under Cialik's forced force, and she knew that she said it in front of so many gods, even if she was well-educated, she couldn't hold her face.

"I order you to change me to another title!"

West worked very, very hard, and in the terrifying power of the mantra, he could not even resist the delay of this sentence and jumped out of his mouth.

He whispered and tentatively: "In order to seduce men, he used his breasts to wrap the size of a pear into the size of an apple, the magic net bitch * whore was the size of an apple?"

The whole audience was silent.

"Puff", please forgive Leila for being too funny, but she really couldn't help it.

Taking Leila as the funny point, the gods in the audience burst into laughter: "Hahahahahahaha!"

At this moment, the spirit of the Magic Net Goddess was collapsed. Cracks on the ground, holes drilled on the ground, or directly jumped to another multiverse, all emerged in her mind.

However, a strong sense of responsibility still tied her up.

Despite his trembling body and dying of shame and anger, Mistila still held West's collar hard, and the female tyrannosaurus-like roar resounded throughout the hall: "Say! What kind of thing does Cirick use to manipulate the Red Knights and other gods??" (To be continued.)

ps: Don't be so slim and heart-hearted... I made my debut by writing stallion... I'm not so stupid and let the Red Knight fall or get ntr.
Chapter completed!