"May I ask you, is that such a lady, the priest, you are talking about?"

The young man looked stern, stretched out his palm, palm downward, and everyone saw a cloud of dust gathering between his palm and the ground, and the shiny debris swirled to form a picture, which was exactly what Hipamela looked like.

"Ah, Sister Priest." The little boy exclaimed in surprise.

The young man raised his head and looked at the crowd: "My name is Brando, and I am a friend of Hipamela, please tell me where she is?" ”

"Are you her lord?"

The young man—Brando nodded.

"You're going to save her, aren't you?" The girl with thick eyebrows asked cautiously.

In her eyes, although the young man's clothes were worn and worn out, he had an indescribable temperament, as if the court knights outside the Savers Gate were calm and well-talked. Besides, his skin is white and delicate, and he doesn't look like a civilian.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Lady Hipamela was stopped by a monster to protect us." The big man looked at Brando with some wariness and replied angrily.

"What kind of monster?" Brando asked, "Where?" ”

"First, sir," a voice came from behind the crowd, and everyone looked behind them in surprise to find that it was the young man in the black robe who spoke. The latter, whose head was covered with sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water, raised his hand and said to Brando, "I'll take you there." ”

Brando looked at the other party, his gaze swept over the pattern and style of the black robe, "Black Fire Cultist? He thought to himself. However, he knew that there were many low-level members of the Black Fire Cult, and most of them were blind people who had been bewitched, so he didn't care, and only replied, "No. What kind of monster is that you suing me? ”

Everyone's hearts sank, thinking that when was this, this young man was still in the mood to ask this and that?

The girl with thick eyebrows frowned even more, and her eyes showed irrepressibly disdainful disdain, probably seeing Brando as one of those common aristocratic young men - on the surface personable, but in fact greedy for life and afraid of death. If he told him how terrible that monster was, he would have to find an excuse to get rid of it.

If it weren't for the old grandmother on the side gently holding her hand, the girl would not be able to help but speak sarcastically.

Brando didn't think about it so much, as a qualified warrior, understanding the enemy first is the basic skill, otherwise it is not to save people, but to put himself in.

He knew that there weren't many monsters in the city that could pose a threat to Hipamela, and that no matter how much the Nightmare or the Evil God Fridrich or something else could pose a threat to him, too. He had to tread carefully.

Brando's more or less skeptical expressions of these people still understood their thoughts, and he couldn't help but shake his head, but he didn't explain, because there was no need to explain.

He waited for an answer.

"We didn't see what the monster looked like, but we saw something like the tentacles of an octopus rising from the ground." The young congregant replied that he was the only one in the crowd who did not think that Brando was cowering, and he was even a little afraid. Not so long ago, this face was the biggest nightmare in his heart.

"Tentacles, what kind of tentacles?"

"Each one is taller than a two-story house. A person hugs the thickness of a person, and there are many human faces on it. The young man thought for a moment before replying.

"That's the evil god Fredridge." Brando's mind was clear.

"What did he say, Fridridge?" There were a few whispers from the crowd, and the legend of the angel Akroma was widely spread in the Bankel region, and as the other half of the legend, the evil god Fredrich was apparently also the best means used by mothers to scare the bears and children in this area.

Or to put it another way. Almost everyone in the region grew up in the shadow of the Great Demon King, and Mr. Fredridge came at every turn in the darkness of the night to kidnap the disobedient children, or snatch their candy, new clothes, pillows, and other trivial items. This evil god lord may surpass the Holy See Lord to become the busiest man in the imperial capital.

And its name is naturally ingrained in people's minds.

"They summoned the evil god...... The young disciple's face turned pale, and he almost sat down on the ground, which showed that he had suspicions in his heart, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

"Is what he said true?" Someone grabbed him by the collar and asked viciously.

But the girl with thick eyebrows didn't look at this, she thought to herself: "Evil God Fdridge, this excuse is really good, he will definitely find a way to get rid of it next, Lord Priest has such a lord, it is really unworthy." She looked at Brando with disdain, and in her eyes she already saw the latter as the most useless second ancestor.

Brando watched the crowd push and saw that he was about to use force against the young man, so he hurriedly interrupted them first, "Where is that monster?" I mean, where are you separated from Hipamela? ”

His question made the thick-eyebrow girl slightly startled, she had thought that the former was about to leave, but her preconceived disgust immediately caused her to explain to herself: "See how long you can pretend ......"

The disheveled young man hurriedly broke away from the crowd that had questioned him and came to Brando, and replied breathlessly, "Sir, I know, it's here due south, less than three streets away. ”

Brando glanced over there, he had already studied the terrain of the area of Rusta thoroughly, and immediately asked, "That's to the east of December Square, and there's a dwarven weapon workshop there, right?" ”

Everyone couldn't help but glance at Brando, probably not expecting a foreigner to know so much about Rusta, if it weren't for the big man, many of them wouldn't know that there was a weapon shop there, and even the big man himself knew very little about the owner of the weapon workshop.

"Yes, yes," replied the young disciple hurriedly, and at the same time asked, "My lord, do you need me to lead the way, I am not afraid of danger." ”

Brando glanced at him and shook his head, thinking to himself that you are not afraid of danger, but I have to beware that you are a member of the Black Fire Cult. Besides, he really didn't need it.

He pondered slightly for a moment, as if he was hesitating in the eyes of everyone, the disdain in the eyes of the thick-eyebrow girl became more and more obvious, and even the hearts of the young disciples on the side sank, thinking that this lord really planned to escape?

However, the latter also slightly agreed, after all, it was the evil god Fdrich. It was a real deity—what could a mortal be like them?

Brando didn't bother to care about these people's opinions, he closed his eyes, and his perception of space had spread out like water, spreading over an area of several thousand meters in an instant. This is exactly the new ability of his elements after the pinnacle of the promotion law, space-time control and space-time perception.

If there were a golden or elemental level powerhouse in the streets around here at this moment, they would see such a spectacle, and the lines of the law seemed to have life, and they were coming to life and walking through the streets and alleys. Tracing back to their source, one will find that the dense silver threads have converged into a large cocoon of light, and the shimmering streams of information have converged from all directions and merged into Brando's mind.

It's a pity that all the people present at this moment are ordinary people, and they can't see the spectacular silver law line that surrounds Brando at this moment, only the big knight is faintly aware of it, and he is still looking around left and right, suspecting that he has an illusion.

He had learned a little bit about the elements from his father. However, those things were too high-minded, and it is said that only his grandfather's father's generation had barely touched the realm of elemental manifestation. He didn't have any idea about this at all, and he didn't think that the young man in front of him would be a master of the elemental realm.

Obviously, how is this possible?

The crowd spent a few long seconds in doubt, during which the girl with thick eyebrows tried to speak several times, but was stopped by the old grandmother.

"Grandmother Ogis, this man ......" she couldn't help but be a little angry.

The old man only shook his head at the girl. How much trouble would it cause to the family if she offended the nobles, and she had lived to this age and seen more. She couldn't still be fooled by this little girl, and besides, there was no need, although she felt sorry for the approachable priest in her heart.

The girl with thick eyebrows seemed to have a lot of respect for the old grandmother. I had to shut my mouth and sulk.

After a few seconds, Brando finally opened his eyes again, and just when people thought that the noble young master had considered retreating with some decent words, he only raised his head and said to the sky:

"About 2,700 meters, you can see it too."

When they looked up, there was a dark night sky overhead, but it was red by the firelight of the city, but there was nothing but billowing smoke and sparks flying in the sky.

There was no response from the Void either.

Only Brando's flat voice echoed through the empty streets, as if it were taken for granted.

Everyone couldn't help but look at him strangely, thinking to themselves that this noble young master was too thin-skinned and couldn't find an excuse that his skull had burned out?

"Very well, since you see it," after a moment, Brando spoke again, "From here three streets to the south, aim at Old Satin's weapons shop, and give me a shot first!" ”

Before the crowd could ask anything, all of a sudden, a thin golden thread was reflected in their eyes.

Everyone froze—

Even the girl with thick eyebrows who was about to open her mouth to question couldn't help but subconsciously stop talking.

The golden thread descended from the clouds and ran across the night sky, and the clouds swirled slowly in a vortex at its starting point, and the golden thread fell vertically towards a point in the city of Russta.

If they were not mistaken, it was where they came from, three blocks to the south.

Friedrich, who was sneering, suddenly froze.

In the distance, Andesa also looked up at the golden thread hanging from the heavens, she did not know the angel Akroma, but she knew such a method.

Above this golden thread are the constellations of Tiamat, the dragon of war, and Bahamut, the god of the platinum dragon, and someone is directly mobilizing their power.

It's not a human power.

Unless it is the presence of the two world dragons in person, only the highest authority can summon such a blow, is it Martha? Or is it the Holy Lance Firmament?

But it's not—

Anderson's eyes reflected the emblem of a golden holy sword, which glittered and hung alone above the peaks of the mountains.

One of the twelve patriarchs of the shepherd subconsciously stepped back.

A feeling of great unease enveloped Friedrich, a feeling that was so familiar that he was almost wiped out by a blow of the same terrifying aura many hours ago.

"Eroma ——!"

It let out a terrible scream, and its massive body instantly shrank downward, and countless tentacles seemed to immediately burrow back under the ground.

But it's still a step too late.

In front of Hipamela, a cloud of golden light fell along the golden thread reflected in the girl's eyes, and in her smiling gaze, the golden light poured straight into the ground, and with a loud bang, a continuous flash of light spread along the entire street.

Countless dirt and stone slabs were lifted from the ground, and beneath the ground, Fredrich's tentacles were receding at a speed visible to the naked eye, but they were still caught up by the flash of the explosion. The tentacles seemed to swell, and then the whole thing exploded, and then more and more of the tentacles were blown off and flew into the sky, and the flash continued to move forward, like a sharp knife cutting through the ground, and soon Fridrich's body was exposed to the open air.

It was an extremely ugly, twisted mass of flesh, like countless human bodies mixed together, intertwined with each other. Fortunately, this disgusting scene had just been revealed, and it was hit head-on by a ball of golden light, and in an earth-shattering scream, the flesh ball completely exploded, turning into blood foam and minced flesh in the sky, and then fell one after another.

It's like a rain of blood.

"You're attacking me, Akroma!" Friedrich's voice weakened somehow little, and it cried out hatefully, "You follow, and I will soon get revenge!" ”

Then the buzzing sound disappeared completely.

The people who witnessed this scene from a few kilometers away were completely stunned, their necks turned their heads a little stiffly, looking at this young man, if they had thought that the other party was just a second ancestor with little ability, now they couldn't help but start guessing who the former was.

And what exactly was that terrifying 'spell' just now?

But Brando didn't pay any attention to them, and while drawing his sword, he said to the void: "Your old opponent doesn't seem to be dead yet, you go after him, and I'll deal with Andelsa." ”

"Fedridge is a monster born from the blood of Gaia's mother, it is difficult to deal with, as long as it comes into contact with dirt and rocks, it is almost immortal, it is normal that it does not die so easily. But the way these people summoned it was not quite right, it was weak now, and it was no match for me at the moment. ”

A slightly indifferent, neutral voice in the void replied.

…… (To be continued......)