Sword Heart of Rebirth

At this time, we don't care what the main god in the main temple is planning. After all, power is what we need most now.

Killing God threw the scarred magician and archer into different space-time rifts and nothing happened. I can only hope that they can return safely.Wait, I seem to have forgotten something... By the way, where is the pastor?He was thrown into the space-time crack by the puppeteer before and disappeared.Shouldn't it be impossible to get out?

Just when I was about to ask Killing God to help find the priest, a crack suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.Killing God put on a fighting posture and stared closely: "Really, I can finally come out." A male voice came through the crack, and only a vague black shadow could be seen at the crack.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am today." The Sword Demon God slowly came out from the crack and pulled the priest with him, looking safe and sound.

Killing God put away the sword that was about to be unsheathed.

"Swordsman, you..."

"Yo, long time no see, God Killer." The silver-haired young man interrupted the pastor and pulled him to signal him not to speak, and the pastor also tacitly stopped talking.

At this time, outside the main temple, the shadow who followed the puppet master's trail was secretly hiding in a shadow not far away and staring at them.It seemed that Lord Cthulhu was right to tell him to follow them. Suddenly, the figure flashed, and the silver-white pupils suddenly dilated.

Oops!The tracked object (referring to the puppeteer) is gone.

"Little friend, what are you doing here?" The voice of the puppeteer sounded from behind Ying and looked at him.Shadow secretly scolded himself for being too careless, they are all gods.He just wanted to hide in the shadow, but he found himself bound by an invisible thread at some point.

"Master Lord God, I found a mouse." After finishing speaking, he casually threw Ying aside.

"Hmph, is it a subordinate of the evil god?" The disdainful look on the face of the main god made Ying feel a little uncomfortable, "take him to the dungeon."

The imperial spirit master asked the main god, "Master Lord God, what are you?"

"See if you can catch a big fish."

"I can't see it. Compared with this, Jianxin's artifact is our nemesis." The puppet master revealed a wound that was scratched by the swordsman before and could not heal, but the cut skin could not regenerate.

"This is indeed a trouble." The imperial master looked down at the ugly wound on the puppet master's wrist and thought for a while, but he still didn't think of any countermeasures.

"It would be great if someone could catch Jianxin for us." The puppet master complained like a whimper.

"This is it!"

The sudden words of the imperial spirit master really frightened the puppet master: "What are you doing, so scary."

"We can use him to grab Jianxin for us."

"You mean to use the evil god's men to grab the heart of the sword for us?" The Knight of the Holy Shield pondered, "How do we do it?"

"I didn't think about it. Eliminating memory and heart is not difficult for me. As for whether it is a man or a god, let's simply test it."

He led Ying to the main temple again, a knife flew from nowhere and scratched Ying's face, and blood flowed out from the wound cut by the knife.

"Sorry, sorry, I accidentally missed it." Ying glared dissatisfiedly at the Imperial Spiritualist, who seemed to be a human being.

"As compensation, I will help you heal your wounds." The words of the Imperial Spiritualist gave Ying a bad feeling, and while the Imperial Spiritualist helped Ying's wound heal, he put his hands on his head and chanted strange formulas.

Consciousness began to become blurred, and he vaguely saw the triumphant expression on the face of the imperial spirit master, and then Ying felt that the memory in his chest began to turn white. "Light..." Shadow murmured another name until he lost consciousness.