Golania danced in the air of blood, and that beautiful dance made many sect members and even a small number of Kingdom soldiers involuntarily immersed in it, and Golania herself fell into the world that belonged to faith and could not extricate herself.

Tap your feet on the blood-soaked slippery ground and breathe in the "fragrance" of the air The smell of blood, the beautiful girl seemed to feel that her soul was breaking free from the meaningless shell, her spirit had stepped into the sacred kingdom of God, the incomparably majestic and incomparably beautiful face of the god was becoming clear in front of her, as the dance continued, Golania felt for the first time that she was so close to the unattainable god, in the most extreme sacredness for a fanatical believer, even a dozen sharp arrows mixed with fighting spirit flying towards her head could not make Golania have any thoughts other than piety。

"Feel my piety, O great god of the red sands, will my soul be your nourishment, will my rituals please you, and if so, let me sacrifice myself to my heart's content!"

Golanya was an apprentice-level priest with excellent soul qualifications, and when the dance was over, she had already felt that more than ten attack mysteries with speed and power had reached the formal level and flew towards her in all directions, if nothing else, in the next moment, the figure on the altar like a flame flower was about to usher in the inevitable incense and jade shattering.

But even in the face of the horror called death, does the beautiful "saint" have any feelings of fear?

The only thing that can scare the fanatics is the defeat of the oracle, and death is even a shortcut to the gods for Gorania.

Even in the face of the violent fighting spirit that even the space trembled, the girl who was immersed in happiness still used a perfect posture to pose the last movement of the Dance of Joy, at this moment, Golanda's heart only contained the peace of expectation, and the excitement of containing calm, in the mortal situation, there are always many people who are willing to give up the last opportunity to cry, just to enjoy the beauty of the last moment.

For Golia, every second of prayer, feeling her strength, spirit, soul, and even life is constantly given to the god of red sand that she believes in......... This is the ultimate beauty.

In this way, in the midst of Golia's "last" pious prayer, more than a dozen fighting spirits bombardment that was so terrifying that Fisk, who had just broken free from his imprisonment, had to take a small step back by the full-strength and terrifying lethality of the official-level professionals, also came in an instant!

Since all the king's ** professionals had been told by Fisk to kill the holy women of the "Red Sand Cult" at all costs before starting this operation, when the few fanatical priests who ignited their souls to fight were killed one after another, the first thing the warriors who had free their hands did was to throw a fighting blade and fly to the center of the altar without hesitation.

I saw that these fighting blades of different colors and different attributes almost continuously arrived next to Golanya's petite body, in the face of such a terrifying and continuous fire attack range, even a master-level professional would choose to avoid, and Golanya, who was attacked and bombarded continuously, was just an apprentice-level priest little girl, and her end seemed to have been doomed............

Sure enough, in less than a second, with a deafening roar resounding through the canyon, the violent energy easily tore the space in the center of the altar into one hole after another, and the materialized shock wave instantly shattered the high platform in the center of the canyon!

With the natural light being covered by the bright Dou Qi explosion, and the billowing smoke and dust formed a mushroom cloud that slowly spread in the sky, no one could see what was happening in the high platform that was set on fire by a group of official-level powerhouses of the Wang ** team, in such a violent energy tide, the professionals present could not even use the basic perception.

However, even if nothing can be seen, in the eyes of everyone in the entire Altar Canyon, there is no need to doubt the ending of that gifted "Holy Maiden".

In the face of such a terrifying, such a close attack, even a master professional could not shelter a little girl who had just reached the apprentice level in the violent flow of fighting spirit, I am afraid that the moment the first fighting spirit blade broke out, the girl who danced gracefully and looked sweet had already turned into ashes and completely dissipated.

"It's a pity that such a beautiful person died like this, and the cult really harmed people a lot."

That's what some good camp professionals think.

"Damn the Chisha cult believers are innocent of death, it's cheaper to die so easily"

This is the thought of some soldiers who hate the Red Sand God Cult to the core.

"No, no, no, no, no, the old priesthood is dead, and Your Excellency the Holy Maiden has not escaped, is the Red Sand God Cult on the Red Stone Plane about to be destroyed?"

This is the thinking of a group of desperate congregationals.

In the face of the "death" of the saint, many people present had a variety of complex and deep emotions, staring at the huge mushroom cloud composed of dust, and many people were immersed in their own emotions and could not extricate themselves.

In a sense, if the "Holy Maiden" really died, then this matter would be a subversive event for all life in the Redstone Plane, after all, this is the "annihilation" of a "cult" that has been raging for thousands of years, even if it is only a partial annihilation, it is worthy of the pride of many "mortals" who have worked hard.

But............

Is there really a market for the naïve idea that "justice will prevail"?

"Boom"!

Just when the soldiers and disciples were in joy or confusion for less than a second, with a sudden loud noise, the mushroom cloud in the center of the canyon that obscured the field of vision was blown away by a strong wind without warning, and a large amount of dust made the people in the entire canyon turn gray, and the sudden loud noise forcibly woke up all the people who were immersed in their emotions.

It was a situation that no one had ever seen, and as an emergency, there was nothing more shocking than a mushroom cloud that suddenly exploded from within, and even the eyes of many of the combatants who had unleashed the attack widened in disbelief, and the ignorant soldiers and unknown cultists froze in place with their dust-filled mouths wide open.

In this way, in the eyes of tens of thousands of "mortals" who were wiped by dust, under the stunned gaze of Fisk and the rest of the warriors, a bright golden light that was extremely abrupt and ruined the atmosphere appeared in the center of the altar that had just been blown away from the dust, and the dazzling image that even the sun dimmed was extremely arrogant in front of everyone's eyes without any foreshadowing or rendering!

"Dangdang Dang, hello children, isn't Uncle Ben's "shining debut" super ~ cool"!

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