"Your Excellency, Beware"

"Golania, get out of the way"!

Fisk's fighting aura slowed down considerably due to the strange aura that had begun to form a semi-corporeal cage, giving the vigilant old priest and the Correspondence priest who stayed next to the saint a chance to react.

Without any hesitation, the old priest whose soul burst into flames immediately pounced on the blade of his fighting spirit, allowing the sharp fighting spirit to tear apart most of his body, and the communication priest also resolutely blocked in front of Glonia beside him, and directly faced the blade of death that slashed at his head.

"Snort"

With an indiscernible groan, the blade of the fighting spirit almost clinged to Golanya's hair and brushed gently.

After piercing through the strange aura, through the old priest who burned the soul, and penetrating the communication priest who also burst into full potential, Fisk's angry fighting blade was finally changed a little, and instead of severing the neck of the saint, it narrowly passed by Golana with blood and broken souls............

Her Excellency the beautiful Lady has survived for the time being!

However, the price to pay for saving someone under the angry blow of a master professional is ...... The stronger old priest was dying, and the weaker communication priest was killed on the spot.

Of course, the arrangement and desperateness of the old sacrifice finally worked.

Fisk slowed down in order to attack, and it was just a slight pause, and the strange aura released from the scroll had formed a cage that surrounded him. Countless resentful souls formed a thousand threads of silk that flew and weaved in the air, wailing and imprisoning a master professional.

When Fisk tried to attack again, the sharp Fighting Spirit Blade could no longer leave the enveloped area.

"It's ...... Disposable magic equipment?

"Boom"

Once again, he slashed hard at the cage formed by the resentful spirits, and the violent fighting spirit raged wildly in the small cage, but the tenacious cage was not affected in any way, and the bitter resentful spirits were still slowly rotating around the professional in the center.

"Hehehehe, General Fisk, this is the only master-level hole card in our Red Sand Divine Cult, this treasure between the Divine Scroll and the Divine Equipment, it needs to collect a large number of soul sacrifices over a period of thousands of years before it can be used, and it is also a one-time consumable............ However, as long as you are trapped by it, even the general should not want to escape easily!"

Seeing that Fisk was trapped, half of his head was torn apart by the fighting spirit, the old priest laughed wildly, he was a formal-level priest who was able to pit the great general who was always invincible, although with the help of a powerful master-level divine art, but even so he was worthy of pride.

The most important thing is that during the time that Fisk was trapped, the old priest's obsessive "oracle" could finally continue to be carried out - the festival...... It's finally time to get started.

Fisk didn't try to tear apart the cage in vain, this prison made of disposable magic equipment has the ability to absorb attack power and strengthen itself, so if you don't have the means to break the magic circle after being trapped, it is the best choice to honestly wait for it to run out of energy and dissipate.

So, the general who calmed down was not slashing and roaring in vain, because it made the dignified master warrior look like a monkey and was meaningless, after discovering the characteristics of this magic array, he simply sat down cross-legged in the cage formed by the resentful spirit, and then stared at the old priest who was about to die and said:

"Admittedly, this is a good hole card if it is used in master-level combat...... Professionals who are accidentally imprisoned by the magic circle may only be able to wait for death with peace of mind.

But don't forget, the current Chisha Cult doesn't have a master-level powerhouse, even if you imprison me, can you formal-level priests still hurt me, a master-level warrior? Wait until four or five minutes later, I will go out and kill all of you, your saintess is just an apprentice-level little guy, she definitely doesn't want to escape surrounded by the army of the Redstone Kingdom"!

With that, Fisk stared at the old priest with a broken body and stopped talking.

Since the current old priest and the communication priest have lost their combat effectiveness, the general who was still anxious just now is no longer too worried.

What Fisk is worried about is nothing more than the old priestess escaping with the Holy Maiden, if there is no escort from the old priest with relatively strong combat effectiveness, the Holy Maiden of Golania is just an apprentice-level "little guy" with a special status, and she will not want to break through the encirclement guarded by official-level professionals no matter what!

But............ Up to this point, Fisk still hadn't thought that Golania had never thought of running away.

Having just walked on the edge of life and death, and seeing the death of two "companions" who accompanied her, the little girl who was fanatical in her faith did not have any fear or sadness in her heart, only a flame that bordered on madness.

It was a privilege to be able to give her life for the gods, and now that the old priests and the priests of correspondence had received this honor, how could Golia grieve for them?

Now, as the "Holy Maiden" of the Red Sand God Cult, what Golania has to do is not to escape from the altar as Fisk expected, but also to complete the final task - to make this festival officially opened by the oracle of the gods and continue............

If you can do it for a while, it's a while!

God's will must be carried out, and what can be done must not be done without the slightest hesitation or ...... Just do it with all your might"!

This is the belief of Golania, and it is the persistence of all fanatics.

And so, as Fisk watched in amazement, in the midst of the countless screams and screams of the chaotic battlefield, on the altar red with the blood of the Messenger priest............ Golania, who was nothing more than a little girl, calmly followed the steps of the festival at the beginning of the festival and prayed a complex and devout prayer.

Then, facing the tragic battlefield of swords and shadows, blood and flesh, the beautiful girl with a beautiful posture like a butterfly fluttering into the flames began to dance calmly............

It was like a fairy born in the flames, it was a beautiful and innocent beauty, the petite body showed all kinds of ancient and exquisite movements, the bright yellow and red dress bloomed like flowers in the flames, the naked snow-white feet and the bright red blood on the ground reflected each other, and the rhythmic dress was as light as the fragile fallen leaves of late autumn, as if the flames in the bonfire broke free from the shimmering embers............

"The gods may be watching me?"

Thinking of this, Golania seemed to have completely forgotten that Fisk, who could break through the cage and kill her at any time, forgot the several official-level breaths that had locked herself, and forgot the destruction of the Church of the Red Sand God on this redstone plane......

She just fulfilled her obligations as a "saint" with great joy, and was extremely pious to please the "God of Red Sand" who she had never seen before, and she was extremely serious...... Show the graceful and luxurious beautiful dance between gestures.