As soon as Scippamira spoke, they immediately rushed back and fled. The big man wanted to pull the girl of the eyebrow, but the latter broke his hand: “Go to the old grandmother.” The latter is loudly said.
Then she raised the injured Scippamira and prepared to catch up with others.
The grandson of Ogis’ grandmother was not afraid of being with them. The girl in the thick eyebrow couldn’t help but touch his head. “Good,” she said. “It must be a great hero in the future.”
The little boy immediately stood up.
Everyone fled along the street, and Andersia saw this scene but was not in a hurry. He just smiled contemptuously. If the Dignified Ice Lord, Frederick, let a group of ordinary people escape from himself, it would not be too ridiculous.
Sure enough, just a moment, the entire block on both sides of the hong long long from the ground out of a dozen tentacles, these tentacles are separated by several ten meters, do not know how big the underground evil spirits.
As soon as the tentacle appeared, it immediately rolled over to everyone. It clearly could catch up with everyone, but did not hurry to start from the slowest running person, screaming and screaming, then pinching A bloody rain fell.
A deep desperate feeling shrouded everyone’s head. At this time, even the most stupid people saw it, and the other party was playing with them.
Scippamira also saw this about it. She stopped and pushed away the thick eyebrow girl around her. “You first, I will break.”
“Priest adults?”
The thick eyebrow girl was stunned, she absentmindedly looked at Scippamira, and couldn’t say a word.
Others ran far away and they looked back towards this side and couldn’t help but shouted: “Adegea, Priest, you are doing what you are doing, keep up!”
“Priest, she, she… she said…” The girl of the thick eyebrow stuttered.
“After I am broken, you run fast, or we can’t run one.” Scippamira said it to everyone again.
Everyone was shocked.
It is impossible for the Priests of Holy Cathedral of Fire to say such things. Their duty is to guard the order. Although the protection of civil society and ordinary people is also the doctrine of the Way of the Golden Flame, it does not include self-sacrifice.
In many parts of Vaunde in this era, the definition of religion for guardianship is almost entirely derived from this. It is illogical for Priest, especially the high level Priest, of the Elite class as a civilized society to sacrifice to protect ordinary people.
Civilization is so difficult to take root in this vast land. In the eyes of most ordinary people, every good individual deserves to be protected and let them play a bigger role in the world of order, not for some. Death is irrelevant.
Miss Priest is so outstanding that in her opinion her age is so young and she should be a genius in any Holy Cathedral.
How can they let geniuses kill themselves? Such selfish and despicable people must be ashamed.
The people couldn’t help but subconsciously stopped, loudly said: “Priest, we are with you.”
“You go,” Scippamira lightly smiled, the scene in front reminds her of the past in the Holy Cathedral of Earth. Every mother’s children are glorious and proud. Before they lose this glory: “I am Schimilud. Priest.”
Mother’s daughter.
The girl of the thick eyebrow opened her mouth: “Adult, we can’t let you die for us…”
“I won’t die,” Scippamira decided as if to clarify a truth: “Lord Thane will protect me.”
“Lord Thane?”
The tentacles had already hua la la crushed the two rows of houses on both sides of the street, and behind them, the thick eyebrow girl looked at it with great fear.
The big man was anxious and rushed to pick her up and run, but he knew he couldn’t do it at this time.
Scippamira was looked towards the youngster wearing a black robe, who followed them to the present. “You run with everyone,” she said.
“I am Black Flame Cultists,” the youngster replied stunnedly: “Adult.”
“It doesn’t matter who you are.” Scippamira pointed to the closer the tentacle replied.
“No,” the youngster was sweaty and his curly long hair was on his forehead. He replied loudly: “I mean, I am Demonic Cultist, adult, can you do it?”
……
“You are Black Flame Cultists,” Scippamira lightly smiled: “Do you know the origins of Black Flame Cultists?”
Youngster is stunned.
Pandora’s box opened, wars and plagues, monsters and disasters came together, and the era of so-called civilization was so natural.
That was the most glorious era of the Holy Cathedral of Earth, and Gaia’s daughters and Miirna guarded this world of civilization and order. At that time, Scippamira knew that there was such a group of people who lost their house and loved ones because of the invasion of the monster, vowed to revenge, marked by the flame of black, and enemies with monster for life.
They are called the three swords of civilization together with Holy Cathedral and legion.
But time flies, the sword is decaying.
She gave the big man a look, the latter immediately rushed up to pull up the thick eyebrow girl and ran, and everyone finally turned around, the black robe’s youngster stayed for a long while, hesitantly followed.
He thought for a while, then pulled the brooch representing the secret society from one’s own robe and threw it into the ruins.
Behind the crowd, a dozen tentacles finally caught up with Scippamira and pressed her together.
“Miss Priest!” The girl in the thick eyebrow couldn’t help but scream.
The silhouette of Scippamira has disappeared.
Frederick’s tentacles surround Miss Priest in the center. They are intertwined with thousands of faces. These faces change their whispers, like low sighs in the ear, whispering, shrill cry. interest.
Scippamira felt a voice squeeze into one’s own mind. The voice is like a few hundred voices, they repeat different tones, different content, ambiguous, noisy, but people understand the content.
“They betrayed you.”
“Holy Cathedral of Earth is no longer there.”
“I know you. little girl.”
“You are the Priest of the Holy Cathedral of Earth.”
“You don’t belong to this era…”
Scippamira licked her lips, frowns staring at the big guy, and she was still a little scared in her heart, but she was the shepherdess of Schimilud, who was on the land of Goddess, and she had to wait for the flock and stand here.
She is gently breathed in. The chest is gently undulating. “I also know you. Frederick, your rhetoric can’t confuse me.” She loudly said.
A low laugh came into her mind.
“hehehehe.”
“But I found some interesting things from the thinking of these people…”
“Do you want to see it?”
“Poor, once the glory of the Holy Cathedral is now a vassal of the barbarians.”
“Do you know how the Holy Cathedral of Earth died?”
The noisy voice is upside down, boring, and thousands of tones are overlapping, like hundreds of people lingering in your mind.
“The ordinary people don’t understand at all…”
“How proud you are.”
“They only know how to fly the shit.”
“They killed your companion and betrayed your faith…”
“You are incompatible with this World.”
Scippamira is silent.
The last sentence stabbed her heart. The girl’s eyes sparkled, her mouth opened slightly, but her heart was full of softness. She knew in her heart that she was incompatible with this World.
This is not her age.
Schimilud is the king of high mountain, her pride allows her to sculpt the throne in the mountains of Peak, all year round under the whistling wind.
Her Priest is also proud. Every shepherdess is the most outstanding and beautiful girl of her age, and their spirit is pure and flawless. Will is steadfast and his status is extremely respectable.
This arrogance is innate, as if it is above the mortal, and they guard the mortal, just like watching the Goddess flock.