What was it like to be struck and knocked flying by the apostles?

Townsend felt like he had been swept up in some kind of huge mechanical cavity, with two neat rows of huge grinders, and he was carefully crushed from head to toe

The feeling of two rows of mills is really weird. If this is the peculiarity of the apostle's move, then the normal power is certainly not up to the mark, so it should be the effect of some kind of ability or magic (Note 1).

But Townsend, who has a special talent, didn't see any abnormal abilities on the apostle's side at all, think about it, how could the power that could knock him away didn't even have a trace?

But it's definitely an ability - or rather, it's a highly condensed ability power, and it's instantaneous

With a "bang", Townshend's body fell straight next to Little Lori, sinking vigorously and smashing many floor tiles. As soon as Townsend opened his mouth, little Lori had already stretched out her little hand in front of him, and there was a red fruit between his fingers, and after pinching it, the juice turned into a faint fragrance and was sucked into his lungs by Townshend.

In an instant, the severe pain in his body was greatly relieved.

Sending Townsend flying lightly, the apostle finally got a respite, but he only had time to take a small step forward, and although Townsend had not yet gotten up, someone on the side was a line faster than him—it was always easier to move his mouth.

At that time—]

Prince Ffister finally spoke, and it was a long chant

As the chant sounded slowly, the apostle was again struck by Pfister's finger, and one of his feet was clearly raised, but it froze with the prince's outstretched fingers, and could not be put down in any way.

However, he was not completely shocked this time, but opened his eyes, and his eyes were extremely angry and very, very unwilling.

Every word that came out of Pfister's mouth was like a sharp sword that pierced him, making his body tremble

Townsend was not far from the apostle, but he did not notice any discomfort...... Is this the oath of the Land of Oath, the silver psalm of the Silver Shore? Doesn't sound special?

That's. 】

At the same time as Pfister spoke, the lips on his mask also opened, and the quaint sentence was instantly magnified countless times, resounding in the sky above Yintao City.

Those homeless people who saw that the situation was not good and checked their belongings in the outer city again, their movements slowed down at the same time when they heard the verses, and countless decadent and numb eyes looked at the city again.

At that time, I can still grieve]

+ Passion for my tears, only for myself]

Before he knew it, the prince's voice had changed, very thick, like a roar that had broken free from the countless murmurs, and his tone had also changed, very bold, a little tragic born in the vicissitudes of suffering.

At that time, I could still believe]

Because the sun, moon, stars, and stars follow my faith, just like the totem of my hometown]

The masquerade shone brightly, shining at the same speed as the psalms, but blood flowed from the corners of the mask's mouth. The psalms spread like ripples, echoing between the earth and the sky, and the sound grew louder and louder.

Countless hides

The shivering inhabitants of the inner city slowly raised their heads, their tear-stained faces with different expressions, revealing countless sorrows and sorrows, but they all began to change in the rhythm of the psalms.

Deacons busy in the palace district, refugees crying for places at the docks. When the people in Yintao City heard this verse, they all raised their heads and looked in the direction of the city wall.

At that time, I had not yet extinguished my conscience.

Because of my kindness, my blood and sweat, will not become a ** carriage and clothes]

The Anomalous Division, the local Anomalous Masters and Apprentices, had begun to storm the blockade of the gates, and their emotions grew more agitated after hearing the Psalms - while on the other side of them, the people who had always been sent down were a little baffled.

In the quaint verses, tens of thousands of coalition soldiers above and below the city walls could not contain their emotions, and tears welled up in their eyes and rolled down their cheeks stained with gunsmoke

Above and below the city, whether they were climbing the ladder or resisting the ladder, their movements slowed down at the same time.

What frightened the coalition higher-ups even more was that although the coalition soldiers on the city walls had regained their senses, they refused to fight - they could have killed the weak defenders in front of them with a single sword, but they just didn't move

Then - I could sing, I could wander, I could walk all over the hills, I could taste every fruit.

At that time - I will not despair]

The apostle stood still, on the floor tiles of his own choosing, his mouth slightly open, his eyes flickering - and he maintained an extremely embarrassing, very non-standard golden rooster independence.

The silver psalm itself can be described as ordinary, but every word seems to penetrate the apostle's head and stir his mind into a pile of mush.

This life experience emerges at this time. All the sad and sad past events were turned over in an instant. The apostle remembered his tearful confession, of his cruel torture of his opponents, and even of his knees begging for forgiveness...... The more he thought about it, the more he indulged in it, and he couldn't extricate himself.

In the banner array of the coalition forces under the city, the high-ranking members of the various forces were terrified in the silver poems that resounded across the earth, but they didn't know why...... Among the traitors who defected from the Silver Coast, there were also a large number of people who did not know what to do, and only a few old men who were old began to tremble.

"The Psalms of the Holy King, this is the Psalms of the Holy King, and Psalm has comprehended the Psalms of the Holy King," the old men trembled like chaff, as if the sky had fallen: "But he is a sage, he would have known the Psalms of the Sages—if he had read the Psalms of the Sages again...... We...... Only...... It's over, it's all over."

"Go and ask, ask clearly" ordered the young master, who had initially regained his sight, and he, like everyone else, was affected by the silver psalms, and his mind was completely uncontrollable at this time, sometimes sad, sometimes ashamed, sometimes desperate.

Psalms of the Holy King...... Psalms of the Sage...... Together...... You can awaken the oath, and you can call it the Silver Psalm...... The silver psalms that have been lost for a hundred years" The old men explained in a trance: "If there is another Psalm of the Brave, even if it is only one sentence...... Heroic ...... Heroic Spirit...

... He will awaken the heroic spirits of Silverwave City."

"What about awakening the Heroic Spirit?" Scarface asked eagerly.

"What can it be?" the old man glanced at Scarface with an idiot look, "It's not good, it's just that the whole army is wiped out." ”

"Why can't the whole army be wiped out?" Scarface asked with a fierce expression, "Do you wipe your neck with a knife?"

"You're such a big man, don't think about good things. The old man who was carried by Scarface in his hand turned pale, but there was a hint of pride in his frightened expression: "Now it's just the king's question, and then the sage's answer, just relying on these two articles, the coalition will be finished." ”

"Phew, you're old and confused," Scarface threw the old man directly to the ground.

"Ahh

"Young Master......" Scarface returned to the young master, hesitating how to speak.

"I hear you. The young master is receiving emergency treatment, but this kind of "dizziness and can't see clearly" is undoubtedly a new disease, and it can't be solved for a while.

"Shall we ...... first?"

"I have to wait for the result, otherwise how can I be willing?" The young master shook his head firmly and replied coldly: "Besides, the apostle is still on top, and no one can leave him behind." ”

Scarface nodded and quietly stood behind the young master.

At this time, Townsend at the head of the city had also stood up. At the center of the whirlpool, he observes, listens, and even mobilizes all his perceptual channels to feel everything around him with unprecedented concentration.

But the changes that are taking place in front of him still make Townsend overwhelmed.

At this moment, he not only saw and heard those things that others could feel, but also perceived many phenomena that others could not perceive: he saw that the three-color vortex behind Pfister was constantly expanding, and he heard the earth-shaking shouts and roars from Yintao City, and he felt the anger and unwillingness of the sky above him and the earth under his feet

In the swirling three-color vortex, flickering points of light constantly emerge and drip above Pfister's head, and after a silent shattering, a unique thought overflows, either sad, angry, or intense.

Every word that comes out of Pfister's mouth is actually a faithful reproduction of this thought.

His tone and tone are nothing short of perfect

The silver psalm blurted out carries this unique energy, spreading like ripples on the surface of the water, hitting other people's bodies, and stirring up a new round of diffusion. It is passed back and forth in this way, and it reverberates in the vast heavens and earth, sometimes high-pitched and thunderous, sometimes graceful like music.

Countless echoes, overlapping each other, grew stronger and stronger, as if they were forever endless

People's bodies and souls have been washed over countless times by the ubiquitous psalms. Many people look like sharpened blades from the inside out, while others are tightly bound, like mosquitoes and flies in a cocoon.

Townsend even felt that it was the largest, most complex, and most engaging ability he had ever seen

And it wasn't yet really powerful—but even so, Townsend was deeply affected, and the emotions in his heart were getting more and more intense, and they were rapidly increasing and gradually swelling, and soon exceeding his carrying limit

No one told him what to do, but Townsend knew he had to pour out his emotions, so he couldn't help but follow the splashing and shattering points of light, and follow the scattered thoughts, and began to recite his own verses in his mind.

His silent recitation is not consistent with Pfister's chant, and the words used are slightly different from Pfister's, and the intonation is slightly different, but the connotation is exactly the same.

The first two sentences were a little out of sync, and from the third sentence they reached the same point - little Lori was surprised again, because she saw a hazy golden light on Townsend's body.

It is unknown whether Pfister was aware of it, but he was now taking a deep breath, preparing to chant a new chapter.

Note 1: Divine art is the title of the Radiant Church, which has a special inheritance and cognition. Normally, you can think of magic as a broad category of abilities.

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