Shameless Warlock

However, that trace of remembrance only existed for a short while.

An expression of anger appeared on An Lun's cold face:

"I thought someone was going to wade into this muddy water."

"So Warlock Ron is about to end?"

Romang smiled gently:

"It's been a long time since I made a shot, and I should find someone to practice my hand once in a while."

His tone is very calm, and with his current handsome appearance, it seems that he doesn't have the domineering style of the past at all.

But for some reason, in Xu Nan's view, An Lun, who was clearly a god, seemed extremely humble and insignificant in front of Luo Mang.

Unknowingly, the surrounding scenery began to become blurred.

Even those big bosses who were watching, Xu Nan couldn't see their appearance clearly.

But he wasn't worried either.

He recognized the fact a long time ago, before his strength has grown enough to be on an equal footing with the bosses, he just needs to obediently do his job well.

For example, now, the only question he needs to seriously think about is——

When will you sing.

That's right, in Xu Nan's mind, he had practiced "Sending the Divine Comedy" dozens of times.

After all, it was a task that Luo Mang ordered seriously, and Xu Nan couldn't mess it up!

You have to sing hard!

Absolutely must not let the Heavenly Divine Kingdom underestimate the strength of the new generation of Paradise Lost!

These are Xu Nan's real thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of emotions flashed in An Lun's eyes.

She doesn't seem to care if she shows mortal emotions.

She just looked at Romang like this, from annoyance and anger to calmness and scrutiny.

Finally, she asked seriously:

"How much did An Suli give you?"

"You don't need to answer, you just need to know, no matter how much money was given."

"I, An Lun, double the amount!"

puff.

As soon as this remark came out, let alone Xu Nan, the glasses of the bosses who were watching by the side were probably shattered...

It's hard to imagine that such words came from the mouth of a well-known righteous god in the dignified heavenly kingdom of God.

She doesn't seem to have much fighting spirit.

Romang also froze for a moment, and then said angrily:

"I knew it, because there have been some scum in Paradise Lost in recent years, and Warlock Ron's reputation is not so good..."

"Three times the price!"

Without further ado, An Lun raised the price directly. She looked at Luo Mang sincerely:

"Let me go. I can pay first."

Roman was silent.

"Five times." An Lun said calmly, "I know you are rich, but don't refuse first, you can first find out how rich I am..."

Xu Nan couldn't help feeling a little moved.

As we all know, being a wizard is the most lucrative profession.

And the Goddess of Magic is the only true god believed by all spellcasters in the old continent. She said that she is rich, so she should be really, really rich...

Roman remained silent.

In Xu Nan's heart, nothing but emotion was admiration.

It has to be said that this scene had a huge impact on his young heart——

The supreme powerhouse is so terrifying!

To be able to use the power of a mortal to force a god to try to buy his life with money!

What kind of power is this?

At this moment, Xu Nan suddenly realized that Teacher Luo Mang seemed to be more handsome than herself...

Especially against his strength, that face looks even more handsome!

but.

Xu Nan also knows that not every supreme being can cause such a great pressure on the gods, and today's situation is quite special.

An Lun's condition is very bad.

Stephen Sang first forced An Lun to retreat through secret calculations, and then arranged eight leaves to cut off the connection between An Lun and the magic net of the old continent. A lot of mental stress.

These strong men will not directly intervene in the battle between An Lun and Romang.

But their existence is a great deterrent to An Lun!

The calm main material world is just like Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.

No wonder every god has to be careful before going down to earth.

I really met a fierce man who tried to kill a god, even if I didn't die, I would lose a layer of skin.

...

An Lun's expression was fairly calm, but her heart was already burning with anxiety.

The appearance of the man in front of me was really unexpected. Although it was reasonable, it was too abrupt, too sudden!

To know.

Paradise Lost has been in a semi-retired state since breaking the covenant in that great war.

Looking at Luo Mang, who saw someone with his true face for the first time, An Lun felt more and more uneasy.

"Paradise Lost wants to re-intervene in the resource allocation of the multiverse?"

"At this juncture, is Romang trying to stand up? This crazy warlock."

"He actually wanted to kill me to stand up and please An Suli?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

The more I think about it, the more frightened I become!

In her perception of divine arts, the handsome and young Romans is like a deep and boundless starry sky!

She couldn't see the depth of Romance at all!

"Level 40? Level 41? It can't be 42..."

Her godhead was trembling.

However, as a god, she has experienced too much over the years.

As early as the era of the rise of the God of Law, she had participated in many god-slaying operations; but now, she has been transformed into a god who is wanted by mortals and then quickly, and she has a deeper understanding.

Although it was plotted against, although it seemed to be at a disadvantage.

But not necessarily without a chance.

She's been trying to get around.

As long as Luo Mang doesn't do it directly, she has a chance!

Even if, make up for more smiles and say a few more humble words.

An Lun could see clearly.

Shame on you?

In order to survive, don't be ashamed!

So she slowly quoted the long-prepared price:

"One hundred... wave... times?"

Her voice became indistinct, and she herself was a little confused by the sudden intrusion, and she almost couldn't speak clearly...

An Lun followed the reputation curiously.

Behind Luo Mang, a young man who was also very handsome suddenly started to scream out of nowhere.

"What is he calling? Is he chanting scriptures?"

Such thoughts appeared in her mind, and in the next second, her sense of crisis was overwhelming!

Because, Romans made a move!

...

the other side.

Xu Nan tried her best to let go of her voice, singing "Send the Divine Comedy"!

In fact, he didn't have any strange thoughts, he just thought that the time was almost up, and it was time to send An Lun to the end... Who knew that An Lun actually wanted to bribe Luo Mang, but it was a pity that her voice was overwhelmed by the weird delivery of the Divine Comedy.

The pitch of the Divine Comedy is long and sharp, with super penetrating ability. Almost at the same time, all the big guys who watched heard Xu Nan's singing.

As a result, "-1", "-1", "-0.5" and other similar blood flowers began to appear on their foreheads.

"What the hell?"

"Is "Sending the Divine Comedy" still harmful?"

Xu Nan was also taken aback, but he didn't dare to neglect, instead he sang harder.

As a result, the bloody flowers jumping on the foreheads of the bosses turned into——

"-2", "-2", "-2.5"...

"Why is there 0.5!"

As a patient with intermittent obsessive-compulsive disorder, Xu Nan expressed that he could not accept it.

However, his attention was all on singing, and he couldn't find that weird boss through the mosaic-like picture.

And along with the singing of the Divine Comedy, he seemed to have entered a subtle feeling.

That is a state of intoxication that only bards can have!

at the same time.

Luo Mang, who had fought against An Lun several times, ignored An Lun's request for bribes again, and just laughed:

"An Suli gave me a promise, can you give me a hundred?"

An Lun choked a little and said:

"What promise?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Romang asked back: "Although I was reckless when I was young, I was not stupid. What's more, I'm not young now..."

"It turns out that you didn't think I was stupid, but just wasting time."

Romans suddenly realized.

The voice fell.

The area where the two sides were testing their hands, the space was shattered inch by inch, like smashed glass, falling on the lake and hills, the lines of the picture were stiff and cold.

With An Lun at the center, an invisible force is frantically sweeping away all disharmonious factors.

Luo Mang's body stepped back slightly, and soon stabilized.

"This is your [Klein Bottle]?"

"A marvelous divine spell, worthy of being a goddess of magic."

"You merged yourself into the Klein bottle woven with the magic net, so I can't hurt you, because you and this continent are one, very beautiful curved surface..."

"Unfortunately, if you killed your teacher a little later, your teacher should tell you the most basic common sense..."

After lightly commenting a few sentences, Romang said calmly:

"Don't use divine spells in front of the Supreme!"

"It's really ridiculous."

"I don't need to take action, even my family members can break your divine spell!"

"Besides, things like Klein bottles shouldn't appear in this world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, vortexes shining with golden light appeared one after another in every corner of the space.

Then, in the deep time and space, bursts of passionate dragon chant sounded!

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, staring at the giant dragons flying out of the golden vortex.

These giant dragons are big and small, the big ones are the size of mountains, and the small ones are about the size of cows and horses. They all look very festive and cute. They are covered by golden dragon scales, with colorful auspicious clouds under their feet, and a series of jumps around their necks. The golden flame!

This is the space-time dragon.

Legend has it that a powerful race that can bring luck to people, everyone who is recognized by the time-space dragon can also share the various unique talents of the time-space dragon, and the most important talent is the luck carried by these dragons themselves!

As soon as these space-time dragons appeared, those broken, glass-like spaces were repaired.

An Lun's complexion was pale.

Her divine spells were messed up by the space-time dragons, and they were destroyed almost instantly.

almost at the same time.

These space-time dragons joined forces to build a closed space-time ring, and put her and Luo Mang inside!

An Lun understood that this was for Romang to prevent her from making a fuss about other beings in the main material world.

The magic net is related to countless spellcasters. An Lun can die, but the magic net cannot be easily destroyed.

Her Klein bottle took advantage of her familiarity with the magic net and the old continent to bind her life with the lives of the old continent.

She wanted to make Luo Mang throw a mouse.

But I didn't expect that even a group of family members could easily decipher the divine spell that she had worked so hard to research, even though the inspiration for this magical spell was copied from a mathematician on Earth...

In the space-time ring.

An Lun finally gave up all unrealistic ideas.

A crimson flame began to burn in her beautiful eyes.

If you want to prove something with my life.

Come on then.

Even if it is doomed to defeat.

I will not bear the glory of the gods that I am carrying now.

The next second, she opened her hands, her hair curled upside down, her whole body curled up like a squid, and then suddenly stretched out!

Under the support of powerful divine power, her body swelled little by little.

A little bit of arcane energy collided with each other, accumulated, and converged.

A large amount of arcane energy has been distorted.

This process happened so rapidly that no one could stop her from doing it.

This is the trump card of the goddess of magic!

This is a supreme level spell——

Anlun Universe.

boom!

In the space-time ring, time loses its meaning, but the sound still exists.

After that loud noise, An Lun's body was torn apart, no doubt blown to pieces.

But those arcane energy began to spread to every corner of the entire space.

The arcane energy after these distortions is different from all known arcane energy.

Every piece of distorted arcane energy is made of Anlun's flesh and blood!

quickly.

This arcane energy filled every inch of space-time ring.

Romang was in it, indifferent.

"I am everywhere."

"I'm in your breath, I'm in your blood, I'm in your mind..."

"You can't cast spells, because I am the arcane energy itself..."

"You can't use force, because I am your blood itself..."

"You can't hurt me..."

"Because I am you!"

Her laughter became more and more eerie and sad, resounding in the entire space-time ring and in Luo Mang's mind.

Only An Lun's face was left in front of him.

Every joint and every cell in his body smelled of An Lun.

In a daze, he looked down at his left and right hands, and they both turned into An Lun's appearance.

"Are you scared?"

"do not be afraid."

"Soon, you won't have to be afraid of anything, hehe..."

An Lun's voice was erratic, like a ghost.

"You think too much, how could I be afraid."

Luo Mang calmly opened the waistband of his trousers, looked down calmly, and showed some disgust.

An Lun's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Warlock Ron is indeed a shameless guy."

An Lun sneered and said:

"I know it's not easy to assimilate you."

"But what I'm not lying about is that we are already one."

"At least in this universe."

Romang fell silent.

An Lun tried to persuade: "Now you know? It's very difficult for you to kill me; of course, I can't kill you either."

"So, I pay a hundred... boeh... times?"

"What the hell! Can you stop it!"

At that moment, little Anlun in the entire universe became irritable in the face of the intrusion of sending the Divine Comedy again.

Outside the space-time loop.

Xu Nan, who was tirelessly singing the Divine Comedy, suddenly felt someone pat her on the shoulder from behind.

"It's not right for you to sing like that."

"You have to inject soul into your singing."

It was a middle-aged uncle with a serious face and a yellowish complexion.

As he spoke, blood spouted from his head——

"-2.5", "-2.5", "-2.5".

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