Netheril Glory Chapter 703: A beautiful dance

"Lord Lady Beware"

"Gorya, hurry away"!

The vigor released by Fisker has been greatly slowed down by the strange breath that has begun to form a semi-physical cage. In this way, the vigilant old priest and the communication priest who stays next to the virgin only have Opportunity to react.

Without any hesitation, the old priest who burst into the soul fell on the blade of fighting spirit for the first time, letting the sharp fighting spirit tear apart most of his body, and the communication priest refused to stop the song around him. In front of Lanya, she faced the blade of death that had beheaded her head.

"Chi"

With a little undetectable groan, the blade of grudge was almost brushed against the hair of Goranya.

After penetrating the strange breath, the old priest who burned the soul, and the communication priest who also penetrated to the full potential, Fisker’s angry blade was finally changed a little bit. Cut off the neck of the saint, but carried the blood and broken soul from the side of Golanya and skipped...……

The beautiful Holy Lady survived temporarily!

However, the price paid to save lives under the furious blow of a master-class professional is... the older priest with a stronger strength is dying, and the weaker communication priest dies on the spot.

Of course, the arrangement and desperation of the old sacrifice finally worked.

Fiske moved a little slower in order to attack, and this is a little pause. The strange breath released from the scroll has formed a cage and surrounded him. I saw countless, resentful souls forming inexhaustible threads. They flew in the air, knitting, and weeping while holding up a master-class professional.

When Fisker tried to attack again, the sharp blade of arrogance was no longer able to leave the area covered by the prison.

"This is... one-time magic equipment? Damn it!"

"Boom"

Once again slashed **** the cage formed by the grudge, the violent fighting raged wildly in the small cage, but the tough cage was not affected in any way, and the gruesome grudges were still slowly surrounding The professional in the center rotates.

"Hehehehe, General Fisk, this is the only master card we have in Chisha Gods. This treasure between the magic scroll and the magic equipment needs to be collected in thousands of years. Soul can only be used after sacrifice, and it is still a disposable consumable.........But, as long as it is trapped by it, even the general you don’t want to escape easily!"

Seeing that Fisker was trapped, half of his head was torn apart by grudges, and the old priest shouted on the ground, laughing wildly. He was a formal priest who could actually pit into a general who was always impossible. Despite the use of a powerful master-level divine art, but even so, I am proud of it.

The most important thing is that during the time when Fisk was trapped, the "oracle" attached to the old sacrifice can finally continue to be executed-the festival... finally can begin.

Fisker did not try to tear up the cage in vain. This prison of one-time magical equipment has the ability to absorb attack power and strengthen itself, so if you do not have the means to crack the magical magic circle after being trapped, honestly It is best to wait until it exhausts its own energy to dissipate.

So, the calmed general is no longer vainly hacking and roaring, because that way makes the master fighter look like a monkey, meaningless, after discovering the characteristics of this magic circle, he simply He sat cross-legged directly in the cage formed by the grudge, and then stared at the old priest who was about to die:

"General Ben admits that this is a very good hole card, if it is used in the battle of the master level...Professionals who are accidentally imprisoned by the magic circle may only be able to wait for death.

But! Don’t forget, there is no master-level strongman in the current Chisha cult. Even if you are imprisoned by me, can you, a formal priest, still hurt me, a master-level warrior? After four or five minutes, I will go out and kill you all. Your saint is just a little apprentice. She definitely does not want to escape in the siege of the Red Rock Kingdom!

After speaking, Fisk stared at the broken priest and stopped talking.

Since both the old priest and the communication priest have lost their fighting power, the general who was still anxious just now is not too worried.

Fisk is worried about the old priests carrying the saints and fleeing. If there is no more powerful old sacrificial escorts to **** them, the virgin Golania is just a special apprentice "little guy". In any case, don't want to break through the encirclement circle with official-level professionals!

But... until this time, Fiske still didn't expect that Goranya had never thought of running away.

I just walked from the edge of life and death, and saw the death of two "partners" who were with me. The little girl who believed in fanaticism had no fear or sorrow in her heart. She had only a flame that was almost crazy. .

It’s an honor to be able to give life to the gods. Now that the old priests and communication priests have received this glory, why would Gorania be sad for them?

Now, as the "Holy Lady" of the Red Sands, Goranya is not going to escape from the altar as Fisk expected. She also has to complete the final task-let this **** set the oracle The festival was officially opened and continued...……

It’s just a little more for a while!

"God's will must be carried out. There can be no hesitation about what can be done, what can't be done...just do it desperately!"

This is Golanya’s belief and the dedication of all fanatics.

So, watching Fisk in astonishment, among the countless sorrows and screams in the chaotic battlefield, on the altar stained with the blood of the communication priest.........it was just a little girl’s Goran Ya calmly followed the steps at the beginning of the festival to pray a complex and pious prayer~IndoMTL.com~ Then, facing the tragic battlefield with swords and swords, blood and minced meat flying, the posture was as beautiful as a butterfly fluttering towards the fire. The girl began to dance calmly and freely.........

It’s a dance like an elf born in flames. It’s the beauty of beauty and purity. The petite body shows all kinds of ancient and exquisite movements. The bright yellow and crimson dresses are like flowers in the flames. Blooming, naked snow-white feet and the bright red blood on the ground against each other, the rhythmic dress is as light as the fragile fallen leaves of late autumn, and it seems that the flames in the campfire have freed the gleam of the burning embers.........

"May the Lord God be watching me?"

Thinking of this, Golania seems to have completely forgotten the Fisker who may break through the cage and kill him at any time, forgot several formal-level atmospheres that have locked himself, and forgot the red sand on this redstone plane. The Destruction of the Church of God...

She just fulfilled her obligations as a "holy daughter" very joyfully, pleasingly devoted to the "Red Sand God" who had never met her before, and she was very serious... showing her grace and grace between her hands and feet. Beautiful dance.