Piao Tianwen     In Li Ou's opinion, the ceremony was lengthy and cumbersome, and it seemed that there was no progress.

Outside the window, the stars were twinkling, and the bright moon was in the sky. However, until late at night, there was no magical light coming from the church on the slope, nor did there be any magical light flashing. Everything was silent, as if it was falling asleep, like a cemetery of sleep.

"How long do we have to wait here?" Rosie anxiously drank the strong wine in the glass and smashed the wooden cup hard on the table. The old table squeaked overwhelmed and shook violently. "I've seen enough of the night view." She roared in a low voice, "I'm almost counting out a few stars in the sky."

How many are there? He really wants to know the answer. But at this time, his reason tells him that it is better not to provoke her.

"Stars can also show the future." Evilla said without looking back.

Her eyes seemed to have crossed the top of the church's spire and sank into the deep night sky. Through her eyes, Leo was convinced that she was not deliberately perfunctory, nor was she ridiculed by Rosie. What she said was entirely based on facts. She was a bachelor, and naturally understood the movement of stars and their flickering words. However, Rosie did not seem to realize this:

"Then what did you see? The cold is coming?" Rosie laughed. "Please, there are glaciers and tundra around you. I know it if you don't have to say it. Without the fire we will be frozen to death."

"You know I'm not talking about this..."

“…It seems no different in my opinion.”

"Then take a good look." Evilla turned to her, "Looking at the stars with respect and observing their trajectory with care, you will find them whispering to you. They will tell you everything you want to know."

"Sorry, I can't hear anything, my ears are deaf." said the female mage sharply.

Evilla seemed to have not heard it. She pointed to a sky outside the window and said, "The dark stars are shrouded in fog, becoming more and more dimmed; the goats and the lions are fighting, and the sharp swords are forged in the fire..."

"...This is not a good omen. I know." Rosie interrupted her impatiently, "but I am not interested in listening to these things!" She waved her arms and said angrily, "You are going to study the astrological signs. I don't object to it, but please don't drag me to join. I don't know what they look good about, lifeless, like this village. It's like a paradise for the living dead."

She is right.

Even if it is a mountain of garbage piles, a livestock circle full of horse manure and pig urine, the smell of foul smell is far more than that of here, which makes people faint and suffocate, as if the smell of corpse smell is scented.

"I can't smell it." Lu Yuewu said with a frown.

"You can see it soon without your nose." Leo looked at the light falling from the sky, and the mortals could not see it. "Either a paladin who drove out evil or a black knight. I can't think of any other result."

"Whatever he is. Monster, Demon? Everything will be fine if you burn it with fire."

But she couldn't light it now.

Yes, she shouldn't have stayed up late here with them until the answer was revealed. Her body couldn't bear it. "Roxi, why don't you go and rest first." He said kindly, but she didn't seem to appreciate it.

"I can't ask for anything." She said embarrassedly, pulling open the door, shaking her hand and closing it hard. "Please continue."

Evila looked at the shocked door worriedly and asked uneasily: "She...isn't she a problem?"

"It's okay, don't worry about her." Lu Yuewu said.

Leo waved her hand and told her not to care. "She is just a tantrum. She is like a child." Having said that, he knew why she was angry and angry. He understood all her anger. She was just hating that she couldn't help. I hope she would not cry in the quilt, and not be like a real child. He tried to think as easily as possible.

However, the pastor Alton did not have the leisure and leisure of his life, and he could still have the ease of noisy and disputes.

In the six-pointed star array, divine power seemed to be the universal light descending from heaven, washing the body of the paladin. It was like a rushing torrent, showing a substantial posture, and dazzling golden light spreading around and sweeping the entire church. All fragile things disappeared in this golden torrent, and benches, candles, and tin armor decorations all turned into nothingness.

The pastor knelt in the middle of the church hall, outside the magic circle, praying to the statue of Andal who was meditating with his eyes closed. He kept praying, his voice was loud and loud, but he could never escape the shackles of the stone walls, buzzing in the church. He integrated all his mind into the prayer so that Andal could respond to his prayer.

Faith turns into invisible power, prayer even if it is a variety of spells, spiritual power constructs magic structure... Leo and Evila will explain the magical arts today in this way. But the pastor Alton obviously does not know this secret hidden deep in the church. He expects the gods to show their mercy and guide him. But it is like playing the piano against a cow, even if it is hunger strike and self-fighting to show faith, it will not be responded at all. It is just because the gods are all changeable and unpredictable. Now it is even more ruthless.

A torrent of positive energy falling like a waterfall traveled through the void, tilting down from the roof of the church, the pastor's thin body was like a willow leaves floating in the wind and rain, fighting a difficult struggle against the storm. However, he seemed to know nothing about everything he was in. He only knew how to pray, do his best, and prayed desperately, as if Andal would appear, walk out of the statue of God, show him the mercy he had always preached, save the paladin, and rebirth his broken legs.

The hall is shining with golden light, as if it were heaven.

Waves of torrents fell from the sky, the priest became weaker, his old body began to tremble and shake violently, and the robe he wrapped around was completely soaked in sweat. When the six-pointed star array suddenly burst out with the light of the scorching sun like the scorching summer sun, he finally could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

His prayer was abandoned halfway, but his spell was not stopped.

The gate of the Kingdom of God seemed to be open here, and in the dazzling golden color, the priest seemed to hear the angels singing in the Kingdom of God. This must be a miracle. The priest lying on the ground looked at the scene in front of him and thought with weakness and pleasure that even if he would die now, he would die without regrets, and the angel would lead him to the Kingdom of God.

This is the gift from the goddess!

The priest forgot about his physical fatigue, and he struggled to get up with difficulty, intending to continue praying to the goddess to please the goddess. However, when he raised his head, the joy on his face was replaced by the horror of darkness.

"No..." He couldn't believe what his eyes saw. He rubbed his eyes hard, and when he opened it again, despair and horror were written on his face. "No!" He shouted shrillly, "No, this... what's going on? How is this possible?"

The Andal stone statue erected in front of him appeared without warning. It was a little thin and then spread rapidly. In just a short moment, he saw the cracks spread like toxins. From head to toe, every part of Andal's skin was covered with shocking scars.

"No, stop, please, stop..." the pastor cried and begged. "... Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

No one answered him.

The torrent is like the favor of all gods; the statue of the gods collapses, but it is like the root of blasphemy.

The priest was in horror and despair in the light and darkness. He looked at the stone statue and the paladin who was still unconscious, and could not find the answer. The surroundings seemed to be in silence.

However, in this suffocating quietness, the sound of the shattering of the stone statue seemed to be a harsh grin of a demon. The priest looked at it in despair and irresistible: a dazzling crack cracked under the closed eyes of the stone statue, as if it were two sad tears of blood and tears; the broken stones so that the mouth that had a hole seemed to be moaning.

He fell to his knees, tears blurring his eyes. "My Mother, what do you want to tell me?" He sobbed, "Is this your punishment for me?" He seemed to have found a reason to blame, "For we have hosted alchemists who blasphemed the gods?" He shouted, "If so, I will kill him! Kill him desperately! Just ask not to punish your lamb. Please forgive my sins."

The stone statue was silent, and the fragments were still peeling off.

However, from the dull sound of stone collision, the priest seemed to hear the most pleasant command. He struggled to get up, standing on one foot, crooked. He looked firm and took a step forward... He fell to the ground helplessly. But he soon got up again. He kept repeating the process of standing and falling until he chose to crawl sadly.

"Bless me!" He shouted loudly, holding the closed door. "The shadow has nowhere to hide!"

But in a blink of an eye, the holy light suddenly faded, and the church without candlelight was as dark as a bottomless pit. In an instant, all courage disappeared suddenly with the closure of the gate of heaven, like a spot of light under the scorching sun, dissipating in a blink of an eye, leaving only cold despair grabbing his heart. The priest only felt pain and weakness sweeping over the pair of twins. He sat softly along the gate, leaning against the cold wooden boards and gasping violently.

"Holy Virgin, what's wrong with this?" he murmured helplessly.

Andal did not answer his questions. She was almost "dead".

In the tranquility of the darkness, only the sound of the stone falling like raindrops, but every collision between the stone and the floor was like a sledgehammer hitting the priest's heart. He covered his twitching heart, tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see what Andal was now. However, he only saw a strange black shadow slowly climbing up from the ground in a stiff, like a puppet-like movement.

The other party was pitch black and could not see clearly. Only the long shadow was particularly clear in the darkness as thick as ink, spreading from the other party's feet to the priest's side until it enveloped him. In the desperate darkness, the priest saw a pair of eyes burning with gray flames that would never forget him. He was like a demon, like the most terrifying nightmare in his heart.

The other party stared at him as if he had seen through his heart.

Fear climbed up to his body, but the sound of the statue collapsed suddenly woke him up. Andal's statue...she... fell. The pastor realized that he should have been sad and crying for it, blaming himself and feeling guilty, but only committing suicide and apologizing. However, he suddenly realized that his heart was particularly calm, and even despair and fear seemed to be gone.

At this moment, the priest suddenly remembered the problem that he scolded the alchemist for disrespecting the gods:

"Does the gods have any mercy?" He now agreed with the other party's answer. "Some, they are just in their own way." Because he failed to see the gods' mercy for him.
Chapter completed!