After dodging the sweep of Zhazan's scorpion tail at high speed, King Marshall retreated more than ten meters away, and his breathing was already a little heavy.

I sighed in my heart: This transformed man's sword technique is so tightly defended. Although I am fast, I can't do anything to Zazan's double swords.

After all, they only waved around themselves, with a very short distance and a little slower speed and had time to defend themselves. However, their attack route is always very long.

What's even more troublesome is that Zhazan's exoskeleton armor is too hard. Marshall hit the armor several times, but it failed to cause any damage.

In fact, this Zhazan is changed by the shadow clone. The exoskeleton armor is not really strong, but Xiao Ming, who is not far away, is constantly replenishing chakra for the shadow clone.

After fighting for more than ten minutes, Zhazan's condition did not decline at all, and the energy in his body was still full.

On the other hand, Marshall made a concerted effort, and then declined and exhausted three times.

After a long period of time, his momentum became much weaker; the continuous high-speed movement consumed a lot of energy.

Although he was still better looking on the scene, in fact, this king was completely at a disadvantage.

He is not fighting against a Zhazan, but fighting against Xiao Ming, the mastermind behind the scenes. He is fighting a war of attrition. Who can be the opponent of Xiao Ming, who has source energy in this universe?!

King Marshall can be said to have been arranged clearly from the very beginning.

"Dear King Marshall," Zhazan suddenly spoke. The words were still very respectful.

Marshall was delighted. Is this woman enlightened? She didn't realize that she was at the end of her strength?

If she was willing to surrender now, Marshall would not only preserve the throne, but also gain a higher reputation.

I definitely don’t mind elevating Zhazan to the No. 2 figure in the fleet. As for the future, let’s take a look.

Now that he still has such a dream of spring and autumn, he can only say that Marshall's mental quality is really not good. As expected, Zhazan's next words broke his fantasy.

"To show respect for you, I will use my skills."

Nani?!When Marshall almost went crazy when she heard this, she still had the ability to keep her feelings in the bottom of her body. Wouldn't that be...

Before he could react, Zhazan shouted loudly: "Shadow clone!"

"Swish, swish, swish." Dozens of figures separated from Zhazan's body, covering an area of ​​about a hundred meters in the battlefield.

They all looked like Zhazan. In a blink of an eye, King Marshall was trapped in a siege and was confused.

At the same time, almost all the death messengers from the fleet were confused. Even the weapons in Wako's hands landed on the ground with a "clang".

What ability is this? Clank art? Can so many clones be real? It should be all phantoms?

Suddenly, six swords attacked from three directions. Marshall immediately began to move and dodge at high speed without thinking.

In less than three minutes, he traveled back and forth between the shadow clone group several times and finally stopped.

"It's all-real?" After spitting out these four words word by word, dozens of wounds suddenly broke out on Marshall's body, and large patches of blood spurted out from the wound like spring water...

King Marshall died!

For a moment, the whole audience was silent. The battle just now was too fast and no one could see clearly.

It can be imagined that King Marshall passed by many Zhazan's clones during the high-speed movement, and was chopped by each of the clones, and was killed dozens of times along the way.

If he hadn't been fast enough and had been cut in half, he would have been burping. Now, he had been killed a lot of more knives, and he died so terrible.

Varko smashed his right fist on his left hand, so that's it! His speed was too fast to be restrained.

Unfortunately, I know it too late now. King Marshall is dead, and Zhazan will definitely become a new king next. What can I restrain myself from being too many people?

At this time, his wife was also stunned. Facing King Marshall, she did not feel too much of a gap, and she still had the confidence to let her husband replace him.

But this mysterious transformer, Zhazan, has a much stronger combat power than King Marshall. The special skills are even more awesome. It makes people almost unable to confront each other.

"Wow—" More than half of the Death Messengers automatically and consciously knelt on one knee, expressing their loyalty to the new king.

"Wow, wow--" The other death messengers reacted and quickly knelt down on one knee, including the commander Varko and his wife.

Within a few breaths, all the messengers of death in the entire fleet fell to their knees.

Seeing this scene, Green Xiaoming and the Elemental Clan member Aaron looked at each other and smiled. Everything was indifferent.

In a moment, most of the shadow clones on the battlefield disappeared, leaving only five Zhazan figures. One of them walked to the throne and sat upright.

The other four of them transformed into a coffin like magic tricks, and then put King Marshall's body into the coffin.

Then the man and the coffin disappeared. This scene shocked all the messengers of death.

There are many people who are speculating that this situation of disappearing out of thin air is mysterious. Could this be the correct way to go to the Dark Star?

Some senior leaders thought to themselves: ‘I'll go, it turns out that the dark interstellar really exists…’

This is how cults look like. The brainwashed believers at the bottom almost believe it, but most of the top leaders have little confidence in their own teachings.

The so-called doctrines are things that can be tampered with at will and used to fool the believers.

This is not only the case with cults, but also with genuine religions.

Otherwise, why would there be so many clergy like those senior leaders, bishops, priests, etc. do so many bad things?

It’s not that they don’t believe in their own teachings of advocating others to be good.

This is true for the senior leaders in the church. It is conceivable how reliable the doctrine they preach can be.

These people can tamper with, fabricate, or forge any religious texts and history at will.

Xiao Ming is now an extraordinary person, and he is still far from the realm of God.

However, Xiao Ming actually doesn't need any money. When it can be used, just make it happen.

When you reach the level of God, how could you covet the wealth of the world? It’s just that some people are making money under the guise of religion.

There is a normal job in the world, and it will not delay any expert teaching the truth to others.

Xiao Ming once met a religious person who said that preaching scriptures and teachings is not about holding a conference or wearing sacred clothes, standing high on the platform, with a lotus on his tongue.

The real teaching should be in the fields, like an old friend chatting, telling people in a casual manner.

Xiao Ming dared not comment on the right or wrong of his statement, but this statement undoubtedly won Xiao Ming's heart.

Grand rituals, gorgeous costumes, and all kinds of cumbersome etiquettes are all tricks created by humans.

If God cares about these things, in Xiao Ming's heart, he is not worthy of calling him God.
Chapter completed!