The Age of the Holy Master of the Super Seminary

Chapter 28 Dragon God Believers

Mexican territory.

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In a dark secret room, with ripples on the dark walls, a tall figure with arms covered in green scales and a tail behind came out, followed by a thinner figure two seconds later.

"Mo...Captain Moss, where are we going now?"

The thin figure asked cautiously.

"Of course, go to my family first. I want my family to become the largest mafia in Mexico. Now that wars are raging, it is the best time to expand our family!" Moss looked at the tall stone sculpture in the secret room with scarlet eyes, Look a little respectful.

"But... Didn't the Lord Dragon God want us to spread the belief in the Dragon God and expand the followers?" Roald dared not look up at Moss, and said submissively.

"When I control the entire Mexican mafia, I'm afraid that there will be no believers. I, Moss, will definitely win one of the four general seats!"

"The one who came to North America to develop with me is Chris Rolley. He is not only stronger than me, but he is also favored by the envoy of the dragon. He is my biggest competitor. Without the help of the family's ancestors, I am very happy." It’s hard to beat him.”

After Moss finished speaking, as if he had made some decision, with a gloomy expression and cruel eyes, he walked up to the stone sculpture and knelt down, and carefully took the broken sword that looked rusty on the stone sculpture to his face.

Then slam into my heart!

Boom!

dong dong! !

Moss felt that he was about to suffocate in pain. The huge pain came from his heart, constantly stimulating his nerves, and the black meridians also emitted evenly distributed black protrusions like spider webs at the place where the broken sword was inserted.

"Ah... ah!"

Moss suddenly pulled out the broken sword forcefully, and fell to the ground powerlessly. Looking at the black broken sword that was constantly absorbing his blood, he let out a weak and weird laugh.

"Great Dragon God, please grant me great power! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

Moss tried his best to stand up, kneeling on the ground reverently while smiling.

Holding up the black broken sword with a cold light in his hand, facing the stone sculpture, he smiled horribly.

Roald stood aside in fright, trying to reduce his sense of existence and not daring to speak.

Suddenly, Roald felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body was icy cold, and he was sweating profusely, and a death-like gaze was cast on him.

"Mo...Captain Moss! No, no!!"

"what!!!"

Red blood dripped continuously along the lines of the broken sword, Roald's eyes were eclipsed, and his head rolled to the ground.

Moss watched with satisfaction as the broken sword in his hand was glowing red, continuously sucking blood and recasting it, becoming sharp and complete.

"It is your honor to die under my ancestral vessel and become its sacrifice, Roald."

Moss walked up to Roald's head, his scarlet eyes shot out fire, completely annihilating him.

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At this time, Shendu, who was earnestly studying micro-wormhole transportation technology in the base, felt something, put down the writing pen that was almost bald by him, and frowned.

Why did half-dragons die so soon?

It shouldn't be, each of them basically has quasi-first-generation angels, and a few of them have the strength of quasi-second-generation angels. They have only been there for a day, and there have been casualties so soon. It seems that the situation on the earth is not optimistic.

Shendu naturally couldn't guess that it was his own people who killed the half-dragon man, because he subconsciously ruled out this possibility.

Forget it, he’s just a little soldier, he’s dead when he dies, there’s no reinvention, now his demon anger has recovered, as long as he learns all the black magic he can learn, and finds the other four zodiac signs, he will be Obtain the powerful strength of the four generations of angels.

If the energy of the dark engine is sufficient, and he has also learned how to use the micro-wormhole transportation technology and a lot of dragon balls, it is very likely that he will become the first real combat power of the fifth generation of gods.

Of course, if the old woman Kesha is not counted, she is dead anyway, and the sacred atoms are scattered all over the universe. It is impossible to reorganize and revive herself in hundreds of millions of years.

Suddenly God felt the power of faith in his body condense, and a white particle of faith appeared.

The power of faith turned into an entity. Although it was pitifully small, it represented the birth of his first fanatical believer!

God thought about it, and decided to transmit a little black energy through the particles of faith, and try to see if this method can strengthen the believer's strength.

Moss, who was in the secret room at this time, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and streams of black air emanated from the scar on his chest, turning into a complicated engraving of the black magic circle.

This is the power-enhancing magic circle engraved in the faith particles by the gods. It can absorb the energy scattered around it and turn it into the user's power. When it is turned on, it can increase by up to ten times.

Moss looked at the magic circle that spread from his heart to half of his body, felt the strange and strange power, and quickly knelt on the ground, devoutly thanking God for the bestowal.

After the gods carved the magic circle, they withdrew their consciousness.

Looking thoughtfully at the power of faith in his body, and the shimmering particles of faith.

Oh, he seems to have discovered a new way to play.

But seeing that there was only one solitary particle of faith, God shook his head, forget it, let's wait for more believers to play.

Putting away his thoughts, the gods were once again immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and the dark engine was teaching the gods while constantly absorbing the dark energy overflowing around them. Since the war broke out on the earth, the concentration of dark energy in the air has increased. The Dark Engine was overjoyed, after all, it would be frightening to follow God, and no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

I want tickets~

(End of this chapter)