Kailin gently stretched out her fingers and said:

"The white one likes the joy in the shadows, and the red one likes love stories."

She said angrily: "Those two mice dared to provoke me while I was in isolation... I accepted the provocation, and now it's time to get back my money with profits from them."

She recalled the deep touch.

There is constant contact.

How dare they!

Ruixi blinked his big eyes.

What does she seem to be missing?

But she still said: "Then what should we do now?"

"Let's have some ice cream first. I hope the machine in the cold drink shop can still be used..."

…

This is the square outside the Brenda Cathedral.

There are cracks everywhere on the ground.

It's so close to Brenda Cathedral.

If you come here with trypophobia, you will probably faint from seeing the ground broken like a grid.

Many golden figures stand here.

There is a terrifying paladin.

There were clergymen wearing robes who seemed to be very elegant.

There are nuns wearing black and white nun uniforms.

They are all fully armed.

The armor on some people was in pieces and seemed to have been destroyed.

There are many of these people, there are hundreds of Paladins alone, ranging in strength and weakness.

But this number is much less than the original number of people.

Old Addison looked at the people standing in front of him.

These are not all survivors, some people are still on the front line saving people.

But these are the majority of people who survived.

When a disaster occurs, clergymen rush to the most dangerous places, including those who are novice clergymen.

Because of this, during the time when the Restoration City was shaken, many clergymen were buried in the most dangerous places.

"To make a long story short," Old Addison said coldly, holding the secret book.

The priests of the temple are all fighting men.

Even if some people usually do baptisms for the elderly, preach, take walks, and sing hymns, everyone is a fighter, and there is no need for him to have long conversations with these fighters.

They are all the same as him.

I just want to smash the heads of the heretics, pull them into the holy light and burn them to death, leaving no one behind.

"The other side is the base camp of the cultists, which is also a fragment of the Steam Riot era. After we go in, we have to face not only the original disaster, but also those beasts that are worse than pigs and dogs."

He said elegantly: "In short, the clergymen and paladins of silver level and above will follow me to another world. The nuns and other trainees will stay in this world and listen to the drunkard's arrangements to save people."

Definitely a long story short.

There is nothing to say to move people's hearts.

Everyone just has anger in their heart and they need to get it out.

Old Addison raised his sword and said:

"Eighty years ago, the Restoration City was a place managed by Alert Academy of Magic. They neglected management, which eventually led to a catastrophe. But now, we are the guardians here, and we will not let the mistakes of history happen again.

"

"Everyone, let's go, we won't let those guys go on like that! Capture the evil priest, kill him in the evil god's lair, and let him know who can be messed with and who can't be messed with."

There is no small talk.

No doubt.

The paladins and priests picked up their equipment, their bodies lit up with light, and one blessing after another lit up on their bodies.

The nuns walked up to the man in steel armor and waited for his orders.

Old Addison walked up to the man and said in a deep voice: "Old drunkard, commander of the army..."

"Will he take action? He has already apostatized." The old drunkard turned his head and said.

"He will shoulder his responsibilities. We all know that he is still so strong." Old Addison said: "Don't die before we meet next time."

"You too." The old drunkard said.

Golden armor walks through the city.

The temple took action.

…

The heartbeat of the big steam heart was just relatively suppressed in that world.

And in this world.

It's not just the heart.

It seemed to be alive, constantly breathing.

"Dong, dong, dong..."

At the top of the steam station.

On the rooftop.

Eden Groat was working on the complicated magic seal, with blood stains running down his hands one after another, and then writing on the ground.

The handwriting becomes part of this seal.

This is the heart of it all.

A series of short black figures were behind him.

They were little girls with messy black hair and holding sickles.

Their identities are none other than divine envoys.

And they are also the strongest force under Eden.

In addition, many fanatics wander around every corner of the city.

"Ah...it's so wonderful...it should have been even more wonderful...you think so, my daughter."

Eden said.

It was originally more wonderful.

All conspiracies are carried out in the dark.

Only nightmares happen occasionally.

A person who has disappeared without a trace, in memory, or even in history.

If it weren’t for all the accidents that happened in the past two weeks!

They won't be so embarrassed.

Not only was he discovered by the temple, but the power of the sacrifice was also much reduced...

Many powerful sacrifices that could be used as defensive forces also disappeared without a trace.

The progress was also much slower than expected, even the same as the real sacrifice ceremony.

Originally, this happened immediately.

The Restoration City will be devoured.

But now, reality can only be eroded bit by bit.

Eden turned his head disdainfully.

On that side, a purple-haired girl appeared in his sight.

She still looks the same.

Disdain for him.

Anger at him.

And she seems to be much more confident than expected.
To be continued...