"You're a Black Fire Cultist," Hipamela smiled slightly, "Do you know the origin of the Black Fire Cultist?" ”

The young man froze.

Pandora's box was opened, and wars and plagues, monsters and disasters followed, and this is how the so-called era of civilization disaster began.

It was the most glorious time of the Earth Temple, and Gaia's daughters worked with the Minr to protect the world of civilization and order. At that time, Hipamela knew that there was once such a group of people who had lost their families and loved ones due to the invasion of monsters, and swore revenge, and used the black flame as a mark to fight monsters for the rest of their lives.

Along with the Templars and the Legion, they are known as the three swords of civilization.

But time flies, and the swords are decayed.

She glanced at the big man, who immediately rushed up and ran away with the girl with thick eyebrows, and everyone finally began to turn around, and the young man in the black robe was stunned for a long time before hesitantly following.

He thought for a while before tearing the brooch representing the Secret Order from his robe and throwing it into the rubble beside him.

Behind everyone, more than a dozen tentacles finally caught up with Hipamela and pressed her together.

"Miss Priest!" The girl with thick eyebrows couldn't help but exclaim.

Hipamela's figure vanished.

Fredridge's tentacles encircled Miss Priest in the center, and they were intertwined with each other, with a thousand faces on them, and these faces changed their expressions, and let out haunting whispers, like whispers in the ears, whispers, and long whistles.

Hipamela felt a voice squeeze into her head, and it was like hundreds of voices overlapping together, repeating different tones, different contents, buzzing, noisy, but making people understand the content.

"They betrayed you."

"The Earth Temple no longer exists."

"I know you. Little girl. ”

"You are the priest of the Earth Temple."

"You don't belong to this era......"

Hipamela pursed her lips and stared at the big creature with a frown, she was still a little scared in her heart, but she was the shepherdess of Himmelud, shepherd the earth on behalf of the goddess, and she had to watch over the flock. Stand here.

She inhaled softly, her chest rising and falling. "I know you too, Fridridge, and your rhetoric can't fool me." She said loudly.

A low laugh squeezed into her head.

"Hehehehe."

"But I found something interesting in the minds of these people......"

"Would you like to see it?"

"Poor place, the once-glorious temple is now a vassal of the barbarians."

"Do you know how the Earth Temple perished?"

The cacophony of voices is annoying, and a thousand tones overlap together, as if there are hundreds of people chattering in your head.

"Those ordinary people don't understand ...... at all"

"How proud you are."

"They only know how to fly and dog."

"They killed your companions and betrayed your faith......"

"You don't fit in with the world."

Hipamela was silent.

The last sentence struck her in the heart. The girl's eyes were shining, and she opened her mouth slightly, but her heart was full of softness, and she knew in her heart that she was indeed out of place with this world.

This is not her time.

Himilud is the king of the mountains, and her pride has led her to carve her throne at the top of the mountains, where the cold wind howls all year round.

And her priests were equally proud, and each of the shepherdess was the most prominent of her peers. The most beautiful maidens, their hearts are pure and unblemished. The will is incomparably strong, and the status is incomparably revered.

This kind of arrogance is innate, as if they are naturally above mortals, and they guard mortals like a flock of sheep watching the goddess.

For the lamb is weak and needs their protection.

They are strong. That's why mercy can be inflicted.

But that era is finally over.

From the moment she was called into this world, she understood such a truth.

It was a mortal age, and Hipamela silently put away the pride in her heart, she was a smart girl who knew how to protect herself - she had learned to smile politely. It seems to be gentle and approachable, like a girl next door.

She watched the world from the sidelines and did not say a word, because she understood that she was incompatible with this world, and only evaluated this era in her heart - backward production technology, outdated armaments, weak strength, and no firm will to fight, this is the age of mortals.

Maybe it's warm, but it's too weak, if the goddess is still there, will it be different.

How should such a world fight against twilight?

She felt a little strange, and she didn't understand why Lord Martha and the gods had arranged it this way, but on the one hand, she didn't dare to consult the history books about the past.

She knew she was scared.

For pride does not tolerate error.

"They don't even learn to be in awe."

"They only have cheap gratitude......"

"But it will soon disappear and forget you completely."

"Only worship and reverence can last for a long time."

"Go kill them......"

Fredridge's voice was seductive.

However, the ruby on the last nail of the sheep's head automatically lit up - the knight's fearless heart comes from the fearless spirit, which removes a qiē of fear and confusion, immunity from all mental and volitional interference, shields the mind, and clears the mind.

Hipamela suddenly came to her senses, the confusion in her eyes was gone, and her gaze became more and more determined.

"Arrogance will eventually lead to destruction, nothing lasts forever, the glory of the Earth Temple is only a part of history, and its survival is only a moment for the world itself." She replied.

"Hehehehe."

"Listen to this arrogant tone......"

"Look at this high-ranking priest......"

"Comment on the course of history through the eyes of mortals."

"What arrogance, it seems that you still don't want to give up the status of the past in your heart."

Fredridge's voice retorted sharply and thinly, like the shrill noise of a file.

Hipamela looked up at the intertwined tentacles and replied loudly, "Fridrich, you can't confuse me, my character is not my weakness. I've never been ashamed of it, because the pride in my heart is not a source of blindness—"

"And because I've met so many people who are better than me, Fridrich, even in this day and age."

Fedrich fell silent for a moment before he spoke sullenly:

"Oh?"

"How could someone make a priest of Himilyud say such a thing."

"How confusing."

"You're lying, little girl."

"Disappointing. Abomination, the era of the ancestors is over, leaving behind a disgusting world. ”

Hipamela laughed, and she said with adoration, "That's because you haven't seen him, and he can be the enemy of an empire for a promise—he is not mighty, but valiant and strong-willed, humble and clean, without the vices of the nobility, and not frivolous." He is not arrogant, the ideals and beliefs he carries are so pure, as if they came from the ancient sages, it is no exaggeration to say that I am full of reverence for adults-"

Friedrich's voice hummed back and forth, and finally turned into one: "The reverence of a priest of Himilud is puzzling......"

"Let me see the little thoughts in your heart."

"The seeds of deception will sprout in your mouth."

"You can't fool yourself, little girl......"

"Sue me. Who's that? ”

Hipamela smiled and replied, "My lord." ”

"A mortal?" There was disdain in his voice.

The former exhaled softly and looked at the terrifying tentacles in front of him with a strange look: "This is the age of mortals. Fridridge. ”

"So what?" Fedrich replied with deep contempt, "You expect a mortal to save you?" ”

"The lord will not come to my rescue," replied Hipamela, "he has come to kill you." ”

Friedrich let out a deafening laugh, and even more than a dozen tentacles trembled, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

A mortal, kill him?

Brando sneezed heavily, and he couldn't help but frown in confusion. Since entering the Golden Rank, it is impossible for him to be helpless by natural diseases, and his physique is hundreds of times that of ordinary people, and it is degrading to say that he is like a cow.

Could it be that someone in the neighborhood is spreading an unnatural plague?

He knew that Andesa and Mayad were in the city, even though the latter was dead. But who knows that there are still a few patriarchs here, and the shepherds are the ones who like to play with these filthy things the most.

Hypamela hadn't been able to contact him since the last time he had been in contact, but he felt the decay of his elemental pool and realized that the other might be caught in a fight.

Who knows if the other party will be a tree herder?

Or should I say that most of them are shepherds.

His gaze swept over both sides of the burning street, and by this time everything that should have burned in the southern city was almost burned, and only some embers remained in the two rows of houses, and the non-burning masonry still maintained its original structure, but it was difficult to say how long they could stand without the support of the wooden structure.

Soon he saw a group of refugees -

The group walked more and more slowly.

The girl with thick eyebrows was the first to stop, and the others stopped one after another, as if they were infected by it.

Everyone didn't speak, to say that the current is the best result, after the luck of the rest of their lives, only two or three people were lost, and the temple was in front, as long as they got there, they would be safe.

But they didn't have the slightest sense of happiness in their hearts, it was so dull that it was depressing, and no one knew how to speak.

On weekdays, when life is threatened, most of the people here wish everyone was behind them, as long as they escaped.

But at this time, they felt as if they were filled with lead under their feet, and they couldn't walk one by one.

The little boy didn't understand the silence of the adults, so he just asked the priest's sister absently? I tried to turn around and look back several times, but I was dragged by the big man.

The big man didn't say a word, he was a knight, but he took off his helmet and threw it far away.

The girl with thick eyebrows held his hand, her heart sank, but she couldn't help but blame anyone, for what was the use of them staying?

"The priest won't die," she murmured, "she said that the lord would come to her rescue, she was so sure." ”

"Your Excellency?"

"But how can a priest have a lord?" Someone asked.

The crowd quickly figured out why. "The adults lied to us, and she was worried that we wouldn't leave." As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately fell silent.

There are always a few really cold-blooded people in this world, and although some people are selfish, it is just an instinct to survive.

Everyone present only felt that their throats were tight, their eyes seemed to be dry and something was more, and some of them blinked desperately.

The black-robed young man silently followed everyone last.

But for a moment, he felt as if he had seen something, and when he turned around, he saw that the street was empty. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had been thinking so much lately that he was hallucinating, but his mind was still a mess, and he didn't know if he was thinking about where he should go next after leaving the Secret Order, or if he was thinking about the last words of the priest.

Do you know the origin of the Black Fire cultists?

What was the origin of the Black Fire cultists, of course he knew, and the bishops repeatedly promoted this as the glorious history of the secret order. But not many of the lower classes of believers believed in this, and many of them participated in secret societies for various purposes, most of them just to seek refuge, and he was one of them.

After listening to it too much, he may have acquiesced to his identity, but subconsciously, he still didn't believe that the Black Fire Cultists had such a glorious origin.

"Are we really fighting to cleanse the world?" Asking himself, the young man felt that there was no answer to this question, but he could feel that the eyes of the priest did not discriminate in the slightest when he looked at him.

Nor is it full of disgust like those nobles.

He thought about these things in a daze, and as he turned around again, he was shocked to find that everyone present had silently taken a step back.

So much so that he seemed to suddenly stand in the middle of the crowd.

"What's going on?" The young man was taken aback.

Then he heard a voice that he never dreamed of remembering, as if it came from the deepest part of the nightmare.

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

Such a polite way of asking questions seems to be the unique tone of an aristocracy, but the tone of the other party is not condescending or condescending at all, but makes people feel gentle and approachable.

Everyone looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of them in amazement.

He was an earl.

The big man thought to himself.

This man is not a Cruz.

He may be the lord of the priesthood, but the thick-eyebrow girl has such a thought in her head.

…… (To be continued......)