Vol 3 Chapter 168

Act 168 God

While Brando's life was dying and in a coma, the sacred Hydra had exploded wildly after his injury. Several heads of his head were raised high and screamed at the sky, then he fled wildly into the forest. The reserve knights of the Fire Temple and Veronica attacked-as if to completely destroy these tiny creatures that challenged its authority.

So those knights immediately ushered in the calamity, they were struggling to support, hoping to gain time for the master priest to cast spells to support them. But Amman's death was undoubtedly a shock, and the confidence of these reserve knight members was defeated in one fell swoop.

Coupled with the addition of several other heads of the Holy Hydra, their front line collapsed in an instant.

Many knights were bitten off by half of the huge dragon head suddenly bursting out of the clouds, and they suddenly became **** on the battlefield, and the screams of the trees were rising and falling.

Veronica frowned in the midst of the battle. She used the sword to fight the attack of the atomized saint multi-headed dragon, but it wasn't the safety of herself or other people that was more anxious-but this made her unable to Confidence situation:

The death of Amman.

When she saw Brando's eyes at first, she jumped in her heart, but the Cruz goddess of war still didn't expect Brando to do so unflinchingly.

Kill a priest in the temple.

You must know that the shrine has thousands of years of absolute rule over Eruin, Cruz, and even the entire Confederate nation. Even if the Cruz people manipulate the right to speak in the Temple Council, they still dare not This behemoth is opposite.

The authority of the Yan Temple has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and is in awe of everyone. Standing on the opposite side of the Temple is standing on the opposite side of the entire Yan Alliance.

No one dares to declare war on a temple except the last two worldly wars.

Even Veronica, despite her status being far higher than Amman, was afraid to take action against him. She is the corps leader of the empire, but the empire will not completely break with the temple of the flames for the sake of a corps leader.

"That guy ..." Veronica gritted her teeth, her hands clenching her blue knuckles, her knuckles almost white, and the female general knew that she would never hide everything she saw today as a secret.

She took a deep breath.

There is no precedent for the death of a local priest in internal struggles since the age of the temple. If this event spreads, the blow to the temple would be devastating, even shaking the foundation of its rule.

Once the precedent was set, Veronica could imagine how the prestige established by the Temple of Fire would become crumbling, and the monarchy who was unwilling to surrender to the divine power would naturally become agitated.

Even Her Majesty Cruz's majestic and powerful emperor must not have thought that way.

So everyone who experienced it all in person.

Become a natural enemy of the temple.

Even Veronica couldn't help taking a breath when she thought of the secret trial of the Temple of Fire. She looked back. The red-haired girl with a long ponytail had left Brando's body out of the forest.

She naturally thought Brando had died under that blow.

But for some reason, Veronica had a pity in her heart. The young man's strong personality aroused her favor, and the Cruz goddess of war could not help thinking of her youth.

The self of that era is not unwilling to submit to this world.

It is a pity that he is an Eruin.

But while Veronica secretly regretted, Akane had taken the unconscious Brando through the forest-after rolling into the tree hole and losing the thunder gun, she escaped unarmed. The first sequence of attacks of the Holy Hydra-This saved her and Brando.

Following the instructions of Brando, the girl crossed the valley mouth south and entered the last level outside the storm circle—the ancient isthmus.

In the past two days, in order to reach the "Holy White Stone" in Brando's mouth as soon as possible, the ponytail girl has not closed her eyes once. But Brando's breath had become weaker and weaker, which made Akane feel uneasy and disturbed.

She was afraid that Brando would stop breathing forever at any moment. Akane's heart was always empty, and she didn't know how to face all this.

She always thought about it and occasionally even whispered.

As she moved further south, the woods gradually became thinner in front of her eyes, and the forest floor changed from a lush blue to gray-yellow. Although it is a bit abstract to distinguish the colors in this sunless night, Akane can still guess an approximation based on the surface vegetation, soil and rock distribution.

In this direction, the meadow is distributed eastward and westward like bald hair, the bare rocks in the brown soil below, and the trees are sparsely distributed in the mist in the distance. The valley seems to be dead in this direction.

Finally in the evening of that day — from time to time — Akane wasn't sure if she was counting out one night or longer in her exhaustion.

But she finally found what Brando said. It was a striking white rock in a dark valley, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light on the rock, and it was full of this lonely valley. Divine breath.

Without any language, Akane knew she was in the right place.

The girl almost rushed to the past, but the tension, anxiety and exhaustion finally brought her down, and she tripped under her feet and was tripped to the ground by a protruding rock.

Brando behind was also thrown out from a distance.

Akane almost got up from the ground, gritting her teeth, and didn't care about the tingling in her palms and elbows, and hurriedly crawled over to help Brando. She put her hand on Brando's chest—the young man's wound had ulcerated, but she could do nothing.

The girl just felt that Brando's heart was still beating weakly, but she could barely feel it. Akane finally couldn't help but a blur in her eyes, covering her mouth and crying. She was cold and hungry. When she left the forest, her backpack seemed to be hung on a tree branch.

As a result, all food and emergency supplies remained there.

The red-haired girl cried for a while, so she placed Brando in a huge gap under the rock. She did not dare to leave Brando alone, and could only sit beside Brando idly, hoping that she would Lord Lord can be so good.

But the situation did not develop as much as she imagined.

The next morning, when Akane woke up drowsyly, she noticed that Brando's body was changing—in short, the magic was losing from the young man's body. For a strong man who entered the golden realm, This sign almost heralded death.

Although Akane didn't know this, the loss of power would never be a good thing. She panicked, but for a while she couldn't find a way to stop it.

But just as she was anxious, a sudden voice sounded:

"what?"

It was a woman's voice.

As soon as Akane was surprised, she immediately watched outside St. Whitehead. What appeared in this place at this time was only Veronica, but to her surprise, she saw a weird woman.

Or should be said to be a woman whose upper body is a woman, and whose lower body is a certain plant.

The woman she didn't know, but the unconscious girl Akane entangled in the woman's tentacles recognized it-the young lady Cruz, Faina.

She immediately realized that this woman was the murderer who killed Tiya, and she wanted to pull the short sword around her waist, but this pull pulled out an empty space.

Then Qian remembered that the short sword had been lost.

She gritted her teeth and watched the withering lord Andesa alertly, and asked, "Who are you?" The girl said, only to find that her voice had become extremely hoarse and her throat was sore.

Andersa was also looking at the red-haired girl—she seemed a little interested, and even smiled—but the dangerous woman didn't even look at Brando more than a straight eye, and her eyes were completely on Akane.

"Little girl," she began, her voice a little emotional: "I seem to know you."

"I don't know you." Although Akane felt she was teetering, she still guarded Brando with one hand, and gritted her teeth and stared at the woman.

"No," Andersa narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "I mean, you have a taste I'm familiar with."

Akane didn't answer.

Andersa smiled slightly: "I remember, this smell-the blood of God!" Her eyes lightened, and she licked her lips: "Should I call you-the God of Thunder?"

Akane's face changed drastically, and her pale face suddenly became as white as paper.

The pain brought to her by the blood of God was like a blade of blood clearly visible. She still remembers the night when she was killed by the shepherd and then resurrected. Then she entangled her nightmare every day, almost letting her Struggling on the brink of collapse every moment.

Even if it was not Lord Lord, Akane knew that she had become an unconscious monster.

Just like the earth **** she met.

She couldn't help staring at Andersa, knowing in her heart that the woman and the man were probably a group.

Shepherd.

"Shepherd ... Shuren?" Akane almost choked, but still asked.

"Oh, you recognize us, but it's no surprise you want to come," Andersa replied, "Since you have the blood of God in your body, you are naturally one of us."

She tilted her head. "But it's strange, you seem to have your own will."

"I'm not a god!" Qian took a breath and retorted excitedly: "It's not your part!"

"No, no," Andersa looked at Akane, her eyes getting brighter and brighter. "It seems that the gain this time is not small, except for the little princess of the Cruz, there are unexpected rewards. An exiled **** , Who gave you the **** blood? "

Akane looked at her and kept silent.

"It's okay, I'll know." The woman smiled slightly. "From now on, little girl, you're my booty."

Akane froze: "Don't think!"

"Oh? That can't help you."

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(***: sad reminder, I found that the copy is missing a part, and the next completion is modified, even if the number of words is sent.)