"Virgate?" Wang Fan muttered the name, narrowed his eyes slightly, swept the man in the black robe again, and sneered in his heart: "Hmph, it would be fine if it wasn't for the people of the An Ye. If I were to know that you were the killer of the An Ye, you viper would become a dead snake."

He walked a few steps to Hei Bing Baixue, and his eyes fell between them, the Templar Knight who had been knocked out.

"Baron Bommon, I need a few quiet rooms, please prepare some more." Wang Fan turned around and said to Baron Bommon who followed him along.

"The adult's room has been prepared. If he is tired, he can rest now." Seeing Wang Fan nodding, he immediately said to a maid in the hall: "Come here, take the adult to the VIP room to rest, and serve him well."

After saying that, Bommon showed a look of hope on his fat face and he said wildly: "This, sir, can the Templar Knight you caught..."

Wang Fan waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about it after I've interrogated it!" After that, he took Hei Bing Baixue and the other two to leave the hall.

Seeing Wang Fan disappearing into the corridor, the smile on Baron Bommon's face immediately melted away. A trace of splendor flashed across his eyes and said, "Virgium, can you see his true strength?"

The man in black robe walked to him with a sharp look on his face, "I'm sure he is not a fourth-level strongman, but he just doesn't know what method he has used to make himself able to float."

Baron Pomon sighed and said, "Even if he is not a fourth-level strongman, he can have magical powers that make him float, which is obviously not something that small forces can do. I think we should not mess with you."

The man in black nodded, paused, and said, "Baron, the envoy of the Merchant Alliance has arrived these days. How are your gift preparations?"

Baron Pomon's eyes flew across the fields outside the castle and sighed, "Is it time for tribute every five years again? Time passes so quickly. I wonder who the messenger is this time?"

The man in black robe said hoarsely: "Who is the messenger, you don't need to worry about the adults. Now he should focus on how to collect thirty boys and girls. You must know that we don't have much time left."

Baron Pomon twitched his fat cheeks and said with difficulty: "Does it take thirty children to hold the ceremony? Can't you replace it with anything else?"

The man in black robe snorted coldly: "Hisser Baron, I want to remind you that your current identity is the *** of the Shang League, and everything must be based on the interests of the Shang League. Last time we were punished by the envoy for not successfully holding the ceremony. I don't want to fail this time because of your unbearable heart. Please do it yourself!"

After saying that, the viper pressed the hood and went out through the side door.

Baron Bommon sighed heavily, looking very sad. He looked up at the sky above the castle. The drizzle of rain had gradually become bigger, dark clouds covering the sky and the heavy lead-gray clouds, and the rain fell.

He walked upstairs slowly and stomped upstairs. Every day he would go to his wife's room for a while, although he knew that his wife would not pay attention to him at all.

On the third floor of the castle, outside the window of the room, you can see a pastoral scenery in the distance, and the fields in the valley are evenly distributed and neatly arranged. At this time, the storm of the hunting team has just passed, and the farmers in the fields have already come out to farm. The stars are distributed in the huge valley, with a leisurely landscape.

Putting down the curtains, Wang Fan turned around and looked at the Knight of the Temple who had been awakened by cold water on the floor.

"Don't you want to say something?" Wang Fan walked to the sofa and sat down, took another glass of scarlet red wine, and savored it slowly. He looked at him leisurely.

The Templar Knight was in a mess at this time, and his body was soaked with cold water. His armor and weapons had been taken away by Hei Bing and the others. He was wearing only white ***. There were obvious scars on his arms and thighs. It was obvious that he had been treated inhumanely just now.

"Cough! Cough!" The Knight of the Templar coughed violently twice, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He said weakly: "You do it, I have nothing to say."

Wang Fan shook his head, "This is not the answer I want." After saying that, he waved his hand to signal Hei Bing Baixue and said, "Continue to fight!"

"Bang!" "Bong!" "Puff!"

A muffled attack sounded, and the sound of heavy objects hitting the human body was accompanied by screams, and scarlet blood was splashed everywhere. Gradually, the screams stopped.

"Sir, he fainted again."

Wang Fan nodded, walked to the unconscious Knight of the Temple and smiled: "I really don't want toast to eat the punishment." Hei Bing Baixue standing next to him, "Okay, you guys retreat!"

"Yes, my master!" The two of them bowed and retreated, and took them out.

What he wants to do next cannot be seen by both of them, even if they have converted.

After walking around the Temple Knight, Wang Fan said to himself: "The Temple Knight, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a person with divine skills. So how did he get his power? What's going on with that pillar of light?"

These days, he has been thinking about the operation mode of the power of faith every day, and used the great faith technique to forcibly obtain the belief of Black Bing Baixue, but he cannot sense their faith heart. Needless to say, Xiaobai and Xiaolu are controlled by the soul eye and have no faith power at all. But Black Bing Baixue is different. They are the first step for Wang Fan to carry out a great plan. If he cannot even sense the power of faith, he will not have to do the future plan.

It was not until Wang Fan saw the scene of the Knights in the Templars fighting that he had a trace of thought in his mind.

Wang Fan suddenly stood still, his expression on his face became solemn and solemn, and he muttered something, and used the great faith technique again. He pointed at the Knight of the Temple, and a white light flew out from his fingertips and instantly sank into the Knight of the Temple of the Chaos.

The temple knight trembled all over and suddenly trembled all over, as if he was twitching, and a blood-red light suddenly appeared on his body. But strangely, this light was not evil and bloody, but a powerful fighting spirit. The blood-red light flowed and moved, like spirituality, and rushed towards his head.

After the blood-colored light poured in, Wang Fan felt a mysterious force blocking himself from influencing the Knights of the Temple. This force communicated with the space, broke through the plane barrier, and extended to the empty starry sky. Soon, he sensed a powerful force that appeared at the end of the blood-colored power. It was a sea of ​​light.

Magnificent, vast, powerful, majestic.

After a few seconds, Wang Fan felt a force suppressing his faith influence in the dark. The blood-colored light seemed to know that Wang Fan wanted to change the belief of this Templar Knight, becoming hideous and terrifying, and fighting to the death to resist Wang Fan's magic. The two began to compete in the Templar Knight's brain. Poor, the Templar Knight was caught, and his head was occupied by white light, and his body was occupied by blood light. His skin was blood red and pale, like a light bulb.

Wang Fan's powerful mental power was carefully pondering the transmission of the blood-colored power, and he was overjoyed. This was the result he wanted.

When he saw that the Templar Knight could use divine power to give, he deliberately wanted to study how other gods gave and sensed divine power.

"Okay, it's great. So that's how it is. I can't sense the power of faith. It's not that my strength is too low, but that there is no suitable medium. After becoming legends, those gods can master the mystery of space and then accept faith. Although, only by igniting the divine fire and having the divine nature can we give divine art and become a real god. What I miss is just a lack of a medium."

At this time, the white and blood lights of the Templar Knight fought fiercely. You and me and I have you, turning the Templar Knight's body into a red and white battlefield. However, if the two forces wanted to rush, soon, the Templar Knight's body could not hold on. Slightly bloodstains seeped out of the skin. Fine lines began to crack.

Wang Fan came back to his senses and looked at it, and said in surprise: "No, he is going to explode!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Templar Knight burst out with a "boom", and the broken flesh and blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the entire room blood red.

Wang Fan raised his hand and a light shield appeared in front of him, blocking the flesh and blood outside.

At this time, a sudden change occurred. A blood mist suddenly stagnated from the flesh and blood. The blood mist evaporated and began to change into various shapes. Finally, it turned into a phantom of a blood-colored sword. An unparalleled fighting spirit emanated from the blood-colored sword, with powerful pressure.

Wang Fan's face changed and he immediately hid in the heart of space.

And just as he disappeared into this space, the blood-colored sword immediately emitted a huge thought: "Who is it, to forcefully change the faith of my believers? Are you going to destroy the agreement of the gods?"

This thought instantly covered a thousand miles apart, but nothing was discovered. After a breath, the thought disappeared. The blood-colored sword collapsed again and turned into a pile of flesh and blood.

"Huh!" Wang Fan breathed a heavy sigh of relief and shouted with lingering fear: "It's so dangerous!"

The thought just now was even more powerful than the thought of the god I encountered when I killed the elves. It should be that this god was even more powerful.

"God, god, one day, I will eventually be above you. I will let you who look down on all living beings and taste the taste of being trampled under your feet." Wang Fan clenched his fists and swore.

"Bang bang bang!!!" A hurried knock on the door came from outside: "Sir, what happened inside? Sir, are you okay?"

Wang Fan waved his hand and the door opened automatically, and saw Black Ice White Snow and Baron Bommen standing outside. When they saw the flesh and blood in the room, their faces changed.

"I'm fine, this man committed suicide. Baron Pomon, please change me a room."

Baron Bomon looked at the blood in the room, his cheeks twitched, and a chill rushed straight from the soles of his feet to his head. He screamed in his heart: "This is the power that only self-destruction is produced. Why did he self-destruct? This person has obviously been restrained by him, and it is impossible for him to self-destruct. Unless..." He was a little afraid to think about it.
Chapter completed!