On the ring, Morias's consciousness was still clear. His family had been deeply involved in the belief in Slaanesia. His father was proficient in various methods of sacrifice, but they had always kept a distance carefully, only learning but not practicing unless they had to.

This forced me to talk about the traditional infertility problem of their family. Morias's ancestors have always suspected that this was a curse from Slaanes. According to family history, the first ancestor in the family who prayed for power to Slaanes can be traced back to the era of the Industrial Revolution more than 400 years ago.

The ancestor learned how to sacrifice to Slaanes by studying ancient books, and changed himself to a prosperous beauty. From then on, he began the path of a counterattack of the loser.

However, the ancestor also relied on his amazing willpower to never enter a deeper state of corruption. He only left countless romantic debts in the upper class of EU. In his later years, his taste gradually surpassed species and was called Crazy Jazz.

He left enough property to his descendants and records of the Slaines sacrifice ceremony, and used himself as an example to warn future generations not to indulge in desire.

Morias' family has always been a single family, and the population is not strong. Almost every generation of Morias eventually had to rely on asking Slaanes to solve the problem. Morias's father introduced new things, hoping to rely on modern genetic technology to fundamentally solve the curse of his family.

However, Slaanes' power continued to spread along the bloodline's inheritance. Morias originally thought that he could also spend a short but brilliant life like his ancestors, and then leave behind a descendant.

However, the dimensionality reduction plan that emerged from nowhere made Morias realize that the old era had passed, and the new era naturally had the color of chaos, and the curse that enveloped the family was now more like some kind of medal.

Originally, Morias planned to win the championship in the Glory Soul Contest, increase his influence to the top, and then completely transform himself to expand the influence of the Lord of Desire as much as possible.

However, even a person like Morias could not completely defeat the evil thought in his heart. He was stimulated by Xu Yichen on the ring and overturned all his plans in an instant, turning into the champion of Slaines.

While dealing with the God of Another World, Morias dodged Xu Yichen's shooting. Even he was unwilling to bear the weapon that could be called a small-caliber artillery, which could easily destroy his shape.

The Slaanes champion glanced at the silver coin priest. His purple pupils made the other party feel guilty. He quickly silently recited the blessing of Ms. Wojin, lowered his head and burned money hard.

"You love him." Morias's eyes turned to the defensive warrior behind the priest: "The love cannot be extricated, and the love loses itself."

The unexpected defensive warrior's eyes became dazed in an instant. He only felt hot all over his body. An impulse that was about to come out forced him to shake his head hard before he felt a little more awake.

When his eyes accidentally glanced at the priest's back, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and the surging emotions instantly broke through the line of defense of reason.

The shield and dagger in the defensive warrior slid silently. He took off his metal gloves and put them on the priest's shoulder with one hand. This action alone made him tremble all over.

The pastor was burning money with all his concentration, completely unaware of the crisis behind him.

He was a little confused. He knew that he should not have feelings for the same-sex people, but he couldn't help but change his palms unconsciously and stroked the priest's neck. The touch of skin and skin made the defensive warrior give up the last trace of clarity.

He hugged the priest from behind and gave him a affectionate hug.

The priest was confused.

The audience was stunned.

Xu Yichen was confused.

Huang Laoxie had already flashed to less than two meters behind Morias, and suddenly he jumped five meters away with a turn. His two fluffy ears stood up, and he seemed to be about to burst.

When the defensive warrior touched the priest's earlobe with his thick lips, the priest finally realized the danger and struggled wildly. Unfortunately, his power and physique attributes were added together and his magic system was only seventeen points. When facing a warrior whose power attribute was as high as seventeen points, this resistance was more like a lover's play.

The entire arena was in an uproar, and most male audiences subconsciously turned their heads, and of course some people made excitement.

After the gods in another world disappeared from the maintenance of money and priests, they disappeared into the air like a social animal who clocked in and got off work.

Xu Yichen couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he raised his hand and shot to solve the pain of the priest. However, what was surprising was that the defensive warrior stepped forward and blocked the priest, with a trace of relief that was not understood by the world, and his infinite nostalgia for the priest slowly closed his eyes.

The priest had a cold war and ran away from the ring with the fragments of warriors. However, the invisible shield had already sealed the entire ring tightly. He hit the shield and his face was full of horror.

No matter how chaotic the Europa Empire is, it is impossible for the pollution source on the ring to escape at will.

His Majesty Reinhardt breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. Is this the power of Slaanesh? When he thought that Heinrich also had this ability, Reinhardt raised his tone again.

"Look, the most passionate and purest love that is known as human beings is just a simple hormone change." Morias turned his sword in his hand and turned into a rose with dewdrops: "What's the point of your belief and persistence? It's better to be sad for a lifetime..."

"Sad you MLGB, I'll take a shot!" Huang Laoxie had set up a cannon at some point, and it opened fire as soon as he finished speaking.

Morias' arms were intertwined and the shells were shot away with arm armor of unknown materials, but the young white face was still smoked with gunpowder.

He wiped his fingers on his face, and his face suddenly froze: "Since that's the case, I will fulfill your wish!"

"You love..." Morias's eyes instantly moved to Long Ze. Before he could finish his words, Long Ze poured down a tube of blood emitting silver flames, then he raised a middle finger at Morias and knocked himself out with a punch.

Long Ze knew that he was a burden in this battle. If the Europa scene was staged just now, he would not be able to wash it clean even if he swam back to the loess area. Even if he drank his senior brother's blood, he would not feel at ease and beat himself out with a cruel heart.
Chapter completed!