Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil: 105|10.10
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About because he left Gagor and left the temple. In recent days, the brain canal is very quiet and no longer clamoring for control of the body, which makes Zhou Yunsheng relieved. .
Right now, he is sitting on a luxurious and comfortable carriage, carving a statue of the **** of light. By doing so, Nao Shengcheng will be quieter, only appearing for four hours a day to pray, and after touching the statue, he will sleep by hibernation.
The Pope is also on the road with them. When they pass through the elves and the orcs, they will go their separate ways. One will go to the dark forest to experience and the other will return to the Central Holy See.
Zhou Yunsheng knew that the continent was not very peaceful, but the situation he saw with his own eyes was more serious than the memory of Joshua's previous life. Magic Qi seems to be everywhere. Every time you pass by a small town, you will encounter humans parasitized by monsters. They may kill or kill in secret, or secretly cause trouble to breed fear.
More plants mutated by magic gas and Warcraft lurk in the dark waiting for opportunity. The land and the lake turned black, the withered vegetation and extinct souls became extinct, and the scene was so similar to the last days that Zhou Yunsheng had experienced.
If this continues, the situation will get worse. As a **** of light, shouldn't it be kind? Shouldn't light flood the darkness? Why did Adonis have a cold look? Couldn't he fight against the Dark God?
Every time Zhou Yunsheng thinks so, Nao Shengcheng will jump out and vigorously defend his father and god, giving him a headache, and he won't think about it over time.
The Pope's team has been falling behind him. Whenever a monster was encountered, the warrior and mage who came with the pope would join forces to hang it. He had never seen the pope, and even the bright enchantment was supported by several priests around him.
For a long time, Zhou Yunsheng made a guess. He knew that the bright stone crowns and rings of the second prince and Bao'er were all broken. Similarly, the pope's scepter could not be kept. The Light God can even dislike his destined lover, and even less tolerates the Pope. It is not enough to destroy the symbol of his rights. It is also possible to recover the power given to him.
Yes, in this fucking-egg world, the power of the bright priest can be recovered at any time, which is why Zhou Yunsheng dare not offend the bright god. The God of Light controls the world with Divine Strength, making all the creatures look like he expected, and even more, the spread of magic may be the result of his indulgence.
In this light, the **** of light does not seem to be very bright. Of course, he only dared to flash in his mind, fearing that the brain would be disturbed.
He spread the gospel, dispelled demons, killed demons, and purified contaminated land and water, making the name of Joshua priests more and more widely known. Especially the people of the Sagaya empire simply worshipped him as a god.
To this day, they finally left the realm of the empire and set foot on the borders of the elves and orcs. The condition of being eroded by magic gas is more severe than anywhere. Along the way, a large forest is shrouded in black mist, like another dark forest.
The appearance of the monster plant and the dark beast is becoming more and more frequent, and the level is getting higher and higher.
Because there was no powerful priest to support the enchantment, the Pope's troops suffered heavy casualties, which further verified Zhou Yunsheng's speculation. But he would never be kind to help each other, instead he chose to stand by. It would be best if the Pope could die on the way to the Holy See, but he did not forget the wicked eyes of the Pope when he held the light scepter and the robe of God.
An imperial dark saber-toothed tiger jumped out of the grass and smashed towards the team. Its red eyes were full of desire for fresh flesh, and a strong corrosive black fire was sprayed out of its mouth. As long as it was attached to a Mars, it could not be extinguished anyway. Clothes, human bodies, weapons, and even construct will be burned to ashes.
Only the power of the world can restrain this flame from hell.
The priests of the Central Holy See came all the way to already and consumed all the power of light. Even if several people joined forces, they only barely held up a thin layer of halo. They were hit twice by a saber-toothed tiger, like ripples on the water surface. After slowly disappeared.
Conversely, when looking at the ranks of the Sagaya Empire, a young man sits on the cart, one leg is pulled down, and the other curls up, carving the wood in his hands in a leisurely manner. He did not hold the scepter to summon the power of light, nor did he sing any spells, but he could hold up a bright enchantment comparable to the sun in the sky.
The saber-toothed tiger obviously felt the strength of the boy, so he always avoided him and did not dare to approach his team. When it was occasionally hit by a warrior or mage and bumped into the enchantment under the boy's cloth, the sharp pain of the beast nucleus bursting made it even more daunting.
As a result, the Pope ’s team has withstood almost all of its anger, but in a dozen or so minutes, most of the casualties occurred. A bright priest could not stand up, and shouted, "Joshua priest, please help us! Don't forget, it is your duty to protect the pope."
Zhou Yunsheng blows off the debris, and gently touches the face of the statue with a fingertip, and casually says, "You are wrong. The strong should protect the weak. I am only 18 years old this year. How can the strength of a priest be compared with that of a three-hundred-year-old pope? You should ask your pope for help, not me. After all, you are his subordinates, not mine. "
These bright priests are silent. They looked at each other and looked at the carriage behind them.
The cold sweat of the pope's forehead came out. Only he knows that over time, even if he has not participated in any battle, the power of light in his body slowly escapes from the body. It seems as if there is an invisible hand that is erasing his light attributes little by little. If he continues like this, he will become an ordinary person sooner or later.
No one knows more about the contempt and scorn of a priest who loses the power of light, not to mention that he was once a high pope.
Along the way, he desperately prayed to the Father, in exchange for not the gift of the Father, but the loss of the power of light faster. Then he realized that his already was completely rejected by the Father.
Don't hold up an enchantment right now, I'm afraid he can't even gather a light spot. If others are aware of the strangeness, he can imagine what would be the result of waiting for him.
Going out or not going out? It seemed that he could not choose. The pope clenched his teeth, his face twisted, and hated Joshua in his bones.
But as one of the main protagonists in this world, he was still a bit lucky. When he was about to lift the car curtain, a bright light enchantment suddenly appeared above the team, extinguishing the black fire that the saber-tooth tiger spit out. And suppressed its power. Immediately afterwards, several orcs and beautiful elves appeared in the enchantment out of thin air.
Their ranks are all around the middle class of the emperor, and they don't feel struggling to work together against a dark beast at the peak of the emperor. But after a few rounds, I saw an arrow attached to the power of light hit the dark beast's eyebrow and killed it.
The magic gas quickly corroded the body of the dark beast, leaving only a black beast nucleus, which flashed an ominous light under the sun. If it is swallowed by another Warcraft, another dark beast will be produced.
An elf in a white priest's robe jumped down from the standing tree, sang a purification spell in his mouth, dispelled the magic in the core of the beast, and picked it up and gave it to his companion.
He has ankle-length blonde hair and emerald green eyes, a scepter in his hand, and three bright stones inlaid at the top. He was the high priest of the Elf tribe, second only to the Pope, Berwin Derek.
Because the elves do not like contact with humans, the temple of the elves is independent of the Central Holy See. Their high priests were not under the control of the Holy See, so they never used the name of bishop.
But Bowen and the Pope are not enemies.
He glanced coldly at the teenager who had seen him die before he got into the Pope's carriage.
"Herman, my old friend, how are you doing?" he whispered.
The Pope smiled bitterly. "I was wounded while fighting a high-level monster. I'm afraid it won't be very long." He pulled open his robes and let Bowen look at one of his chests eroded by magic. Huge black hole.
This is the backhand he arranged. He knew who rescued Baoer, and knew how corrosive the magical energy left by the other party, so he collected the magical gas on the prison door, scratched his chest with a knife, and poured it in. Although the wound was uncomfortable, he could cover him for a while or two, and when he returned to the Central Holy See, there was naturally a large amount of holy water to clean the magical energy.
Berwin's eyes changed, his face suddenly changed, "This demon is so overbearing, I am afraid which demon king in the dark abyss has left."
The devil? More than that! The Pope smiled bitterly.
Berwin immediately applied a few cures and whispered when the wound was slightly relieved, "Boa is in the clan. Did you hear that you were assaulted by a priest named Joshua? When he was sent by someone It hurts so much. Why is there such a kind and beautiful person willing to hurt him? What have you experienced? "
Because Baoer's language is unknown, and she always shows a frightened expression, and she always has nightmares at night, so the elven king and high priest dare not ask more. All he knew was that his encounter was related to a teenager named Joshua.
Because the mainland is deeply eroded by magic, the elves and orcs originally lived in different territories, but now they have to move to the same forest. They knew that only by watching and helping could the remaining three races survive. The Orc tribe learned about Baoer, and felt heartache.
Before meeting, the two clans listed Joshua as their enemy.
The Pope's eyes flashed, and he sighed, "It's just a matter of fighting for power. Joshua was supposed to be the next bishop of the Sagaya Empire, because of the arrival of Boa, he lost his chance ..." He The language is unknown, and it is only a matter of time, because he knows that the spirit of the elves is simple and proud, and he is most impatient to listen to these ghostly things.
Bowyn frowned, showing disgust, and no longer asked.
"Get up, opposite the convoy of Joshua priests. You should have seen him?" The pope pointed out the car.
"Is he? No wonder he can't be saved! Such a person is also worthy of being a light priest?" Bowen's impression of the boy fell directly to the bottom of the valley, and he heard a few orcs deliberately making things difficult for the boy.
"Why didn't you just shoot? You clearly have more power, don't you?" A burly orc walked in front of Zhou Yunsheng's carriage and questioned. The orcs have a straightforward personality, they can do whatever they want.
Zhou Yunsheng glanced at him lightly, and the deep eyes like the sea and the more delicate and beautiful features than the elves gave the orc a slight glance.
An elf guarding the carriage heard the opponent of the high priest and the pope, and immediately took an arrow attached to the light from the quiver and shouted at the boy, "He just hurt Bao Joshua, my son! "
Baoer is the great benefactor of the Elves and Orcs. This voice screamed and alarmed everyone, and they immediately took up weapons to attack.
Zhou Yunsheng sneered with a lip, raised his index finger, and split the arrow that hit the front into two halves with a sharp golden light blade. Without the need to chant a spell, he instantly launched a group attack of the arrow of light. Player-level master shot into a sieve. He didn't attack their point, he just pierced their limbs, leaving them in a pool of blood and unable to move.
"Herman, you and Baoer already have been rejected by God the Father. Has he taken back the power of light in you? No matter how many lies you cover, sooner or later, your dark hearts will be exposed to the world. Right now, I Joshua disdain to walk with you fools. Goodbye, I hope you can save your life. "He finished slowly, took the knife again and carved it.
The warriors and mages who followed him lay down on the wounded and sneered at the wounded, and walked away neatly. This forest already is covered by one-third of magic, and there are dark beasts and magic plants everywhere. Even if their limbs are intact, they may not be able to go, let alone now.
"It's too arrogant!" Berwin could not help but jumped out of the carriage and summoned a huge lightsaber.
When the giant sword shrouded over the team's head, a burst of golden light suddenly burst out, engulfing it invisible. The wrath of the mainland's most powerful light priest was so understated that it didn't even make a sound.
Bowing came back from shock when the sound of the horse's hoof kicked away. He immediately went to his companions to look at their wounds.
The round wound is bleeding blood, the rolled flesh is burnt black by the light arrow, and there is an incomparable light power on it. Bowen performed several cures in succession and failed to heal these wounds even half.
"How could he have such powerful power? This shouldn't be." Bowen looked suspiciously at the pope. A man with a dark heart cannot get the favor of the Father and possess the power of light.
The Pope had been prepared for a long time, and said arduously, "Don't you see his face? Didn't you find his unique hair color and eyes? He is the kind of boy most loved by his father and god."
Berwin shook his head to deny, "No, God the Father will never be so superficial, just because of his appearance will condone a mean and shameless person. Herman, you don't have to say that again in the future." He was suspicious, but did not Ask again.
At this time, several bright priests who came with the pope suddenly said, "Her Majesty the Pope, Lord Berwyn, we decided to follow the Joshua priest to travel to the mainland, and we left." The words bowed slightly, Catch up to the front team.
Some warriors and mages who knew the inside story also left immediately. They had witnessed the glorious day of the baptism of Joshua Priest. He wore a robe of God slowly out of the golden pool water, surrounded by countless white light spots around him, as if the gods were born. In a word of great disrespect, his style did not lose to the beloved Father.
The Father God sprinkled the red roses in the sky for him, everyone's passionate love can be clearly felt. One is a powerful priest who is destined to become a god; the other is a pope who is rejected by the Father and has a mouth full of lies. It is self-evident who should choose allegiance.
They won't tell the elves and orcs the truth. Humans across the continent know that elves and orcs are the most stubborn races, and they will never change what they believe unless they are proven to be wrong.
Judging from their words and deeds, Baoer is likely to hide in their homeland after escape. To mingle with the blasphemy and protect each other, they will pay for it sooner or later, so they must not go with them.
The pope's eyes stared back at the group somberly, and when he turned his head, he saw that Bowen was looking inquiringly.
He waved his hands tiredly, "Let ’s go, their already is confused by Joshua."
Berwin looks back and leads everyone on the road to silence. Several wounded were scared by the juvenile's powerful strength, and for a long time they couldn't get rid of the mountain of fear.
The guide chosen by Zhou Yunsheng is a human being, unfamiliar with Elven Forest, and has taken a lot of distances, but after three or four days he fell behind Bowen and others. But he always supports the enchantment, and eliminates the harassment of the dark beast and Mo Zhi, it is easy to walk along the way. He did not accept the loyalty of the Pope's subordinates, but he did not drive them out, but he gave silent asylum.
Of course, this is not the cold-blooded Zhou Yunsheng who will do the job, but the decision of the brain residual Sheng. He is gentle, kind, sensitive and fragile. He is not afraid to describe the world with the most beautiful feelings. His character is completely opposite to that of the rational one.
He occasionally gets out of the subconscious, lies on the window of a car, looks at everything outside with a curious look, and then holds the statue of the Father and prays sincerely.
On that day, he was preparing to pray, but he saw a thick black fog ahead, covering all the trees and the sky, and there was a rumbling sound.
Black mist is moving slowly, already spreads to the front without waiting for the team to turn around. Everyone took a closer look and could not help expressing a horrified expression. Where is that black mist, but many butterflies infected by magic. They sprayed venom from their mouthparts, and their wings dropped highly toxic scale powder. If they were one and two, they would be good enough to meet an overwhelming group, only to be eroded into a pool of blood.
Where they fly, they will become a place of death, and even powerful dark beasts and monsters cannot be spared.
The crowd immediately turned around to prepare to retreat, but heard a clear voice from the carriage, "Gather to me, don't step out of the enchantment."
A semi-circular golden light film envelopes the team, all the butterflies that hit the light film are dissipated as dust, and the team slowly advances along the road pioneered, in the sound of rumbling wings Looks so quiet and laid back.
Zhou Yunsheng lifted the curtain and sat with the guide, praying with the statue of God the Father in his hand. No matter how terrible monsters he meets, no matter how dark the outside world is, because of the existence of the Father God, he is fearless. The golden light film radiates more and more bright light because of his pious faith, but there is a faint posture to disperse the black mist.
But butterflies are a kind of light-tight creatures. They will not retreat because of the powerful and destructive nature of the light film, but they will surround them more densely. One group became soot and disappeared, and soon another group filled the vacancy. Over time, Zhou Yunsheng's team became the center of the black mist, which greatly reduced the pressure of passers-by trapped elsewhere.
Only a thin layer of the enchantment beneath Berwynb was struck by the demon butterfly, and it was about to disappear. The power of light in his body was very low, and almost no scepter could be lit, and the forehead and spine were covered with sweaty beads.
I don't know when the Elven Forest became more and more dangerous, as if assimilating with the dark forest. He had encountered many crises, but felt the fear of death for the first time. He knew that after a while, this layer of enchantment would completely disappear, and everyone would be bitten and sucked by the magic butterfly pupa, turning into a pool of blood.
He looked anxiously around the surroundings, and found a bright golden light flashing in front of him, and immediately shouted, "There is a bright priest in front, hurry up!"
The crowd immediately abandoned the carriage and ran towards the light source.
"Why are you ?!" Bowen was surprised to see the person inside the light film.
Zhou Yunsheng just finished praying and looked at it with a gentle look. If he is a sane person, he will certainly not help, but now he cannot see death. He didn't say a word, he slightly expanded the light film a little, and shrouded Bowen and his party.
Warmly, purely bright power flows in the air, this is another world completely different from the dark outside world. Bowen could even capture a pious faith that hadn't dissipated from the air, and the faint Sanskrit sounds came from the void, making every pore relax.
He looked towards the opposite side with suspicion, and couldn't believe that the gentle and beautiful boy who was comparable to Chen Xi was the mean and shameless person in the mouth of Baoer and Pope.
Several other people who have been seriously injured by the teenager are also silent and dare not speak. The air in the enchantment was too solemn and solemn, as if it were not a wilderness, but a small temple, which made them dare not build it.
Zhou Yunsheng rescued them, but didn't want to care about them either. He took out the statue and slowly carved the father and god's gorgeous face. His blue eyes were filled with warm love.
Berwin's mood already can not be described by surprise, but horrified. Without the blessing of a scepter, nor the need to chant a spell, such a large and strong enchantment can be propped up, and the dual purpose is used. The young man's strength is far beyond his imagination. Hearing that he was only 18 years old this year and just grown up, where did he get such a powerful strength?
He thought and asked like this, and didn't expect the answer from the boy, but he didn't expect the boy to slowly speak, "I soak in the trial pond every day to practice."
At this point, Bowen was silent, thinking for a moment before glancing at the Pope. The pope changed his face and shouted, "This is impossible!"
Since eight hundred years ago, no bright priest could enter the Trial Pool. Everyone who tried to try was burned to ashes. Only the purest soul can survive.
Berwin also tried it, and with just a finger in it, he withdrew with pain. He knew that his heart and soul were not pure, and he felt ashamed for a long time after that.
If the young man can really immerse himself in the trial pool without any damage, he will never be the kind described by the Pope and Boa. I may have been deceived!
He tried to give his old friend a little trust, and when his eyes touched the ground, he was deeply shocked again. Wherever the juvenile's light film shrouded, the magic of the whereabouts disappeared, the grass reverted to the verdant color, the flowers scrambled to form buds and opened in front of the juvenile, the demon butterfly rushed over, and quiet Silently turned into dust, the magic qi was purified along with the poison.
Sacred place like this, the power to restore everything is not the power of light, but Divine Strength!
Born at this point, Bowen was completely stiff. Perhaps he was walking with a demigod or even a god, and he and his tribe had tried to hurt him before. Bright God is up, tell him it's not true!