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Chapter 707: destruction?
Golanya danced lightly in the bloody atmosphere. The beautiful dance made many church members and even a small number of kingdom soldiers involuntarily immersed in it, and Golanya herself fell into the world of faith. Extricate yourself.
Tap her feet on the wet and slippery ground soaked with blood, breathing the "fragrant" blood smell in the air, the beautiful girl feels like her soul is breaking away from the meaningless body, her spirit has stepped into the sacred In the kingdom of God, the face of the gods' incomparably majestic and incomparably beautiful looks became a little bit clearer in front of her. As the dance continued, Golanya felt for the first time that she was so close to the unattainable god. Among the most extreme sacredness for believers, even more than a dozen sharp arrows flying towards their heads mixed with vindictive energy cannot make Golanya produce any thoughts other than piety.
"Great God of Red Sand, please feel my piety, will my soul be your nourishment? Will my ceremony please you? If possible, let me sacrifice myself to my heart's content." !
Golanya is an apprentice-level priest with excellent soul aptitude anyway. When the dance is over, she has already felt that more than a dozen speeds and powers have reached the official level of attack mystery flying towards her in all directions, if If nothing else, in the next instant, the flame-like figure on the altar will welcome the inevitable fragrant and smashed jade.
However, even in the face of the horror called death, does the beautiful "saint" have any emotions about fear?
The only thing that can make mad believers fear is the failure of the oracle. For Golanya, death is even a shortcut to meet the gods.
Even in the face of the violent grievance that even space trembles, the girl immersed in happiness still performed the last action of the joyous dance with a perfect posture. At this moment, there is something in Golanya's heart. It's just the calmness that contains expectations and the excitement that contains calmness. In a mortal situation, many people are always willing to give up the last chance to shout, just to enjoy the last-minute beauty.
For Golanya, every second of praying, feeling her own strength, spirit, soul, and even life is continuously giving to the god of red sand that she believes in... This is the ultimate beauty .
In this way, in the "last" prayers of Golanya, more than a dozen official-level professionals have tried their best, and the lethality is so terrible that Fisk, who has just broken free from imprisonment, has to take a small step back. The bombing has arrived in no time!
Since all the professionals of the Kingdom Army had been instructed by Fisk to kill the saints of the "Red Sand Cult" at all costs before starting this operation, the few fanatic priests who ignited their souls for battle were weakened After the killing, the first thing the combatants who had freed their hands did was to flick a vindictive blade to the center of the altar without hesitation.
I saw that these vindictive blades with different colors and different attributes almost continuously reached the side of Golanya’s petite body. Facing such horror and within the continuous fire attack range, even a master-level professional would choose Avoid, and Golanya, who was bombarded by continuous attacks, is just an apprentice-level priest girl. Her ending seems to have been doomed...
Sure enough, in less than a second, accompanied by a deafening roar across the canyon, the violent energy easily tore the space of the altar center one after another, and the substantive shock wave instantly shattered the center of the canyon. High platform!
Along with the natural light, it was covered by bright vindictive flashes, and the tumbling smoke formed a mushroom cloud slowly spreading in the sky. No one could see what happened in the high platform that was set on fire by the official powers of the kingdom’s army. What, in such a fierce energy tide, the professionals present can no longer use their basic perceptions.
But even if you can't see anything, in the eyes of everyone in the entire altar canyon, the end of that talented "saint" does not need to be doubted.
Faced with such a terrifying and close-range attack, even a master-level professional can't shelter a little girl who has just reached the apprentice level in the violent rush of grudge. I am afraid that at the moment when the first grudge blade broke out, The beautifully dancing and sweet-looking girl has been turned into fly ash and dissipated completely.
"It's a pity that such a beautiful person died like this. The cult is really harmful."
This is the thought of some kind-hearted professionals in the camp.
"The damn Chisha cult believer has died, so it's easy to die for her."
This is the thought of some soldiers who hate the Red Sand God Cult.
"No, no, no, no! The old sacrificial priest is dead, and the saintess has not escaped. Is the red sand god cult on the redstone plane about to be destroyed"?
This is the thought of a desperate congregation.
Facing the "death" of the saint, many people present had a variety of complex and deep emotions. Watching the huge mushroom cloud composed of dust, many people were immersed in their own emotions and couldn't extricate themselves.
In a sense, if the "saint" really died, then this incident would be a subversive event for all lives on the Redstone plane. After all, this is a "cult" that has been raging for thousands of years. The "destruction" of "", even if it is only a partial destruction, is worthy of the pride of many "mortals" who have worked hard.
but…………
Is there really a market for the naive idea of "justice wins"?
"Boom!"
Just when a group of soldiers and congregants fell into joy or confusion for less than a second, with a sudden loud noise, the mushroom cloud in the middle of the canyon that obscured the view was blown away by a gust of wind without warning. The dust caused the entire canyon to become disgraced, and the sudden loud noise forcibly awakened all those who were immersed in their emotions.
This is a situation that no one has seen. As an emergency, nothing is more shocking than a mushroom cloud that suddenly explodes from the inside. Even many fighters who have released attacks are incredibly wide. The eyes, the ignorant soldiers and the clergymen who didn't know why they were even stunned with their mouths filled with dust.
In this way, under the gaze of tens of thousands of "mortals" wiped out by dust, under the stunned gaze of Fiske and a group of fighters, a bright golden light that was extremely abrupt and destroying the atmosphere appeared just now. In the center of the altar that blows away the dust, the dazzling image that even the sun is dimmed by is extremely arrogantly displayed in front of everyone without any preparation or rendering!
"Dangdangdang, hello, kids, is this uncle’s "shiny debut" super ~ cool!"
End of this Chapter
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