Chapter 168
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It had to be said that Naruto was very lucky. After Chen Ze prepared all the dishes, Naruto didn't wake up from his meditative state. It seemed that this Destiny's Child would take another path.
"Store Manager." Betty walked into the kitchen. Because it was already noon, Chen Ze had already prepared lunch.
"What's wrong?" Chen Ze picked up his chopsticks and poked the eggplant. The garlic eggplant needed to be infused with the flavor, so it was feasible to mix it in advance.
"Freymea -san should be okay, right?" Betty looked a little worried. She also saw Freymea's appearance. It couldn't be said that she was safe.
It was more appropriate to say that she was in a crisis.
Even a succubus like Betty, who was automatically isolated by the surrounding crowd, heard the rumors that a Dragon Slayer was about to be born.
The surrounding people with extremely excited smiles were constantly discussing the story of the Dragon Slayer. Some people even proposed to hold a celebration.
Betty didn't find it funny at all. She even felt sad from the bottom of her heart.
Of course, she knew Freymea. The customer in the store was a stubborn red dragon who felt that there was something wrong with her brain. But she was a good dragon.
Every time she went to buy food, she wanted to roar when she heard the owner say that the Dragon Slayer was an evil dragon who had done all kinds of evil things.
Was it something to be proud of to decorate your name with the blood of innocents?
What's more, those rumors were too outrageous. Freymea was a female dragon. Why would she kidnap a princess? They even said that Freymea slaughtered a city. This was simply nonsense.
But Betty didn't speak because the church was promoting that Freymea was a non-believer.
Non-believers, villains who didn't believe in gods, were the public enemies of the whole plane. Even the evil gray elves were loyal believers of the Spider God.
Freymea was an anomaly. She was a member of the dragon clan, but she was a non-believer. The gods needed her blood to consolidate their faith.
"Maybe, this is our last time …" Chen Ze sighed. He could also guess Freymea's ending.
But Chen Ze did not ask Lavra or Stan for help. Lavra was also a believer. She would not betray God for Freymea.
Chen Ze knew very well that among all the guests, Hastur was probably the only one who could help Freymea.
Chen Ze rubbed his chin. If his guests could go to other worlds, that would be interesting. Saitama would definitely be very interested in this matter.
Saitama's heart was no longer able to beat as fast as it could. Saitama longed for a worthy opponent, and a god was a good target.
But Chen Ze could not ask Hastur to help Freymea, although Hastur still owed Chen Ze a favor.
Chen Ze did not want to trouble his guests too much. If they became enemies with the gods, Hastur's peaceful life would naturally be disrupted.
Betty was a little sad. She ate three bowls of rice unhappily. Chen Ze could not help but sigh.
Sure enough, compared to the destruction of the world, Betty was more concerned about whether she could have a full meal next time.
Freymea was lying on the ground. She was tied up. The necromancer was looking at her body, thinking about how to peel off all her bones.
Fortunately, she had hidden her mother. Otherwise, a soul that came out of the Abyss of Souls would be destroyed directly if it was discovered.
"Then I'll take my things first." The necromancer smiled and said to the cardinal beside him.
"Okay, please." The cardinal of the Church of Light smiled and looked at the necromancer beside him.
"I swear to protect the weak and fight for all justice." A deep voice resounded through the sky.
A knight with dazzling light walked down from the sky. Pure white light bloomed under his feet with every step he took.
"Traitor!" The cardinal looked at the man above him angrily. He was once a prisoner on death row, but now he had become a traitor.
The Necromancer frowned. He could feel a strange power coming from his body, which made him feel very strange.
"I praise the name of my Lord. May his power shine on all the weak." The knight walked down and stood beside Freymea, who was surprised.
"Child, there is no sin in your body. Everything that has happened to you is unjust." The knight took off his helmet, and Rhinehart smiled at Freemeya.
"Traitor! The God of Light has given an oracle. Your soul will be burned for eternity! "The knight of the Church of Light drew his sword angrily and led the knights around him to rush over.
The hundred-man group of eighth-rank knights, under the enhancement of light divine spells, rushed out with the momentum of ten thousand men.
"Above the starry sky, my Lord rules. Below the starry sky, I am the strongest knight!" Rhinehart waved his sword gently. A dazzling light shot out from the tip of the sword and swept across the entire group of knights in an instant.
The cardinal looked at the scene in front of him in horror. The hundred-man group of knights were all turned into ashes under this sword.
"Transcendent!" The cardinal trembled and took a step back. A group of eighth-rank knights, under the enhancement of divine spells, even a Transcendent would have a headache.
Only a strong person who stood at the peak of the Transcendent could kill a group of knights like swatting flies.
"Your Excellency!" The cardinal looked at the necromancer beside him. There were only three Transcendents present, so they had to work together.
"Her soul belongs to me." The necromancer looked at Rhinehart silently. The other party's expression was very calm.
Rhinehart did not care about the people behind him who had joined forces. He turned his head and looked at the surprised Freymea and stretched out his hand.
"Kind child, are you willing to join us?" Rhinehart looked at Freymea with a smile. He had received the Lord's oracle, that sacred whisper.
"I … But … But …" Freymea looked at the sky uneasily. Then she was surprised to find that her father was no longer there. The two heroic spirits were also not here.
"Don't be afraid. Are you worried about them?" Rhinehart drew his sword and waved it upwards.
Two horrified screams were heard. Then the two souls fell from the sky. The sacred aura on their bodies dimmed.
The whole sky was blood-red. All the dragons lay on the ground in horror. The Dragon God was angry.
"Oh, God of Light!" The cardinal looked at the scene in horror. The heroic spirits of the God had died.
"We will pull down the high and mighty God from his throne!" Rhinehart stretched out his hand again.
Freymea did not hesitate to hold Rhinehart's hand. She wanted revenge. She wanted to pull down the Dragon God from his throne.
As soon as she shook his hand, she saw a sea of darkness, crawling chaos, maddening whispers, and endless evil eyes.
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