Seem...... It's over?

Santa Monica certainly doesn't take it all credit for her prayers, after all, God is right in front of her.

Ning Lu sat on the ground in a daze, dumbfounded, his eyes open but obviously still delirious, just like some big bear creature that often blocked the road and prevented the protagonist from passing, the two big axes were honestly side by side.

The injuries all over the body have been completely healed, and there are no traces left.

"Husband!"

Seeing this miraculous sight, Santa Monica stumbled over, and before she could get closer, she lost her balance and fell headlong to the ground.

Strong, warm arms gently hugged her.

"I'm sorry to worry you."

A giant man as mighty as a beast, arms thicker than the trunk of a tree, and gentle but subtle movements that are reminiscent of some kind of black and white national treasure creatures.

"What the hell just happened?"

Santa Monica had tears in her eyes, and her hands trembled as she stroked Ning Lu's angular cheeks, for fear that he would disappear as soon as she let go of her hand.

"It's a miracle."

Ning Lu replied without hesitation.

His devotion to God was not under Santa Monica's, and he was able to recite scriptures, perform ceremonies, perform weddings and funerals, etc., if necessary, although he was not usually approached to do such things.

Moreover, everything today is what I have seen, heard, and even experienced with my own eyes, and I can no longer believe it.

"That's right, we are favored by God after all, so that's why we went through that kind of tribulation......

Suddenly, Santa Monica seemed to have figured out something, crying and crying, the expression on her face gradually firmed, and the power of faith healed the abnormal part of her spirit to some extent, forming another or not very normal part.

"In the end, God approved of us."

Ning Lu retains all the memories of the battle just now, and now that he thinks about it, he can only sigh that God is indeed omniscient and omnipotent, and can control everything in this world.

In a dreamlike world, a voice tells him that he is about to have the fate of a hero.

After that, the city-like stage rose from the ground, and he was like the actor above, playing the role of a "hero", invincible.

The young man, who was an enemy, became vulnerable under the power of the gods, like a miscellaneous fish.

Ning Lu vaguely felt that it was not actually a stage, and he was not playing any role.

In fact, at that moment, what he had was really a "hero's fate".

Even if you change to other enemies, you can still defeat all kinds of strong enemies without suspense like the legendary heroes and usher in victory, that is, the "fate" itself has been fixed, and the final ending can only be "victory", the difference is only that the way to this ending is different.

To be able to dedicate himself to God was a great honor for Nimlu.

If there is no miracle to come, I will basically be called by the Lord today, but I am not afraid, but staying on the earth must mean that there is a greater task to be completed, otherwise how could God himself come?

He looked gratefully at Si Ming, who was still suspended in the air.

Santa Monica didn't dare to approach at all, not even to look directly, what she thought was almost no different from Ninglu, and she felt that it was better to wait for the oracle honestly.

Suddenly, Ning Lu and Santa Monica got up from the ground in unison, and Ning Lu directly picked up the weapon.

Santa Monica's weapons had been completely destroyed, and unlike Nimroth's battle axe, it had been repaired, so she assumed the fighting stance that had been passed down in the temple.

"Hehe, hero, it's really ironic, it's just a puppet at the mercy of others, the soul of a hero is not like this, and there is no element of justice at all...... We made a mistake this time, see you next time"

Ghostly voices echoed around them, and a strange object slowly floated up into the sky.

There are also a few ghostly fires that are on their way to dissipate.

Nimlu and Santa Monica immediately recognized that it was the remains of the boy's body, and although they felt that the injury must have been dead, they really never confirmed it.

That kind of monster may not have the possibility of living.

But now it was too late to do anything, and the torn crack in the space engulfed the boy's body, and it immediately became as if nothing had happened.

The two looked at each other, and suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts.

"Ahh Look over there! ”

Santa Monica was about to analyze it, but when she turned around, she suddenly saw that Si Ming was falling to the ground, losing the ability to levitate.

"I'll go!"

Ning rushed over like a fierce bull, stretched out his arms, gritted his teeth, and barely caught the falling Si Ming.

"How's that!"

Santa Monica also hurried over.

"It's hot! Is it a fever? ”

Ning Lu didn't have any clothes on his arm, and immediately felt an improper heat flow coming from Si Ming's body.

"At least forty degrees...... I...... Forgive me, O God, for being rude. ”

Santa Monica pulled out a crystal clear blue object from her pocket, opened her lips lightly, and swallowed it, and her already depleted magic power was restored in a small amount.

Si Ming looked as if he was asleep, but the rate of breathing was unusually rapid, and his already red face hardly sweated, and the whole person seemed to be very hot and dishonest.

With the replenishment of magical power, Santa Monica recited the prayer fluently, and the palm of her hand released a soft white light like water.

The light swept over Si Ming's body, but it had no effect.

"Can't you?"

"No, but ...... Try it anyway. ”

Santa Monica shook her head vigorously, took two more potions to restore her magic, and began to chant another prayer.

She sings in a voice of great power that only the upper echelons of the temple can understand, and the syllables and grammar of the lingua franca are completely different from the syllables and grammar of the lingua franca, and the narration is about the joy of faith.

The sound was extremely powerful and magnificent, like a violent wave constantly crashing against the cliff, enough to transmit power to the deepest part of the soul, and all kinds of distractions in the heart disappeared with it.

The cross formed by the light rose at an extremely slow speed, and when it rose to a distance of tens of meters from the ground, golden ripples continued to pour out of the cross accompanied by Santa Monica's chanting.

"It's working, there's it!"

Ning Lu, who was holding Si Ming like a baby, shouted in surprise.

"Whew...... Will it work? ”

After Santa Monica's spell was cast, she sighed a little tiredly, the spell just now was already her limit.

"It's not as hot as it was now, but I haven't regained consciousness yet, I thought...... Could it be that when God came, the power of the ordinary body could not withstand it, so it was like this? ”

Ning Lu was certainly not stupid, and calmly stated his analysis.

"I can only wait for the young man to come back, he must know everything, let's go back first, protect God's holy body, everything is arranged by God in the dark."

"Understood, let's go."

The two easily agreed on their opinions and prepared to return to Goliath.

Si Ming's state is indeed much better, although the low-grade fever is still there, the rest of the bad symptoms have basically disappeared, as if he has fallen asleep.

"The Wheel of Fortune...... Next time, try to eat raw ......"

It should have been dreaming of eating the wheel of fortune, and Si Ming slept sweetly.

……

Meanwhile.

Deep in the Dead Zone.

Thinking that he had done the most perfect stealth, the emperor was observing a very suspicious thing.

Very, very yes.

This is, suddenly a huge wheel of fortune that is spinning above the head.

His heart is now cold.

How the hell did it come out!

No one gave him an answer.