Leo looked in the direction where the little girl was standing, the noon sun made him sweat, but at this moment, the smile of the little girl in front of him was so innocent, like a stream of clear water from the mountains, which made Leo's heart suddenly feel a burst of coolness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Someone once said, "Beautiful can't be eaten." Judging from Leo's feelings at the moment, although I don't know if I can eat it as a meal, it should still be okay when I drink water.

And this water is definitely quite sweet, sweet to the heart.

"I didn't expect this cute little beauty embryo to be a believer in the Church of Light." For some reason, Leo, who is the bishop of Varna City, actually flashed a trace of joy in his heart at this moment.

So he decided to say something to cement his position as a wise bishop in the little girl's heart.

Three seconds later, Leo made a decision, only to see that the expression on his face suddenly became vicissitudes, his eyes began to become melancholy, and even his voice was so full of magnetism, low and beautiful: "Child, this is all God's will, I am just a loyal servant of God, and I have fulfilled my duty." So, please pray to God and let Him feel your strong faith. “

As soon as the words were spoken, Leo wanted to slap himself in the face.

It's not good to learn anything, but to learn to speak! If only this little girl had been inspired by herself to become a devout follower of the Most High God of Light-----

That doesn't seem to be a bad thing!

Although Leo, who was born under the education system of the Wizards Association, has a very strong and almost instinctive antipathy to the Church of Light in his heart, Leo also has to admit that at least from the doctrine on the surface, the Church of Light has indeed achieved the four words "leading people to good".

Of course, slogans are slogans, and no matter how loud the slogans are shouted, if they are not the same thing at all when they are actually done, then the result will of course be thousands of miles away from the original purpose, which is why the reputation of the church has not been good over the years.

If there are hundreds or thousands of rat droppings thrown into the porridge at the same time, no matter how large the capacity of your pot is and how strong the material is, the pot of porridge will still be completely unpalatable.

The thoughts in Leo's heart turned a thousand times, and the little girl's thoughts over there were much simpler, only to see this cute little girl nodding vigorously, and said loudly in a childish childish voice: "I will start praying now, the great God of Light will definitely drive away the sickness of those uncles, aunts, grandparents!"

"By the way, there are others!" Leo smiled at the little girl, and immediately helped Viscount Juan, who was already a little impatient, to run to the nearest plague patient.

The white light of holy power soon shone again, and another plague patient came to life under Leo's hands.

This scene successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the vicinity.

"Lord Viscount!" At first, someone recognized the identity of Viscount Juan, so the next second later, an overwhelming cry of help filled the ears of Viscount Juan and Leo: "Lord Viscount, my son is dying, save my son!" "Lord Viscount, my wife has a seizure, save her, please!"

After the rescue, Leo stood up from the ground, glanced at the surrounding scene, and suddenly couldn't help but gasp.

At this moment, on this road outside the south gate, as far as Leo could see, at least two or three hundred people had fallen!

"Forehead God," Leo couldn't help but mutter, "How long will this be saved?"

Viscount Juan on the side interjected in a timely manner: "Lord Bishop, this is not the time to care, everything that can be saved must be saved!"

You are considerate of your people. Leo smiled bitterly and extended his hand to the other plague patient, "Lord Viscount, I'm afraid we don't have that much time."

"What do you mean, Lord Bishop?" Viscount Juan's face changed, and a murderous aura flashed in his eyes very covertly.

"When I say no time, I mean no time." Leo sighed and said slowly, "I believe that Lord Viscount, you should be able to see that the power in my body at this moment is far beyond my usual level. Your Excellency, do you think that I can keep going like this forever? “

Viscount Juan's body couldn't help but shake when he heard this, and it looked as if someone had poured a basin of cold water from head to toe: "Lord Bishop, what do you mean?"

"That's right." As he spoke, Leo healed another person and continued to walk towards the next plague victim: "I can tell you with certainty that I will save a dozen or twenty more people at most, and my time will come."

What Leo didn't tell Viscount Juan was that when these incomparably powerful powers in his body disappeared, Leo was likely to decline from his current second-level magician back to the realm of a first-level magician.

The gap between an eighth-level high-level magician and a first-level beginner magician is comparable to the distance between heaven and earth.

Even an eighth-level magician has to output the holy power in his body with all his strength for at least ten seconds to be able to save a victim, how long will it take for a first-level magician? Half an hour? An hour? Or even half a day?

Judging from the explosive nature of the blood bat plague in front of you, wait for half an hour? The man was already dead.

Even if a human life can be saved in half an hour, how many innocent and other lives will die in pain under the plague in this half hour?

Viscount Juan was not a stupid man, he could even be considered a rare smart person, so he figured out the joints at once.

But it is precisely because of this that at this moment, there is such a turbulent emotion in the heart of this lord who loves the people like a son, like a monstrous wave, which is called ------

Despair.

Viscount Juan stood there dumbfounded, watching Leo step by step away from him, running towards the other plague victims not far away.

The sun was shining so brightly, but in the eyes of the viscount at this moment, there was only that thick darkness.

"Damn, this doesn't work, it's too slow!" Leo gritted his teeth fiercely, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out an angry roar: "Give it to me, burst!"

Five pillars of light suddenly erupted from Leo's body at the same time, shooting into the five plague victims who had fallen to the ground unconscious.

The surging holy power continued to gush out of Leo's body, but at some point, a striking red suddenly appeared at the corner of Leo's mouth, and red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.

The dull sound of falling to the ground began to sound incessantly, and more people of Varna fell to the ground in waves like harvested wheat, and the whole body turned into that strange color of blood.

Looking down from the sky, at least a thousand blood-colored bodies were falling outside the south gate of Varna City at this moment, and it looked like a ------ blood-colored hell at all!