readx;? Emilia said angrily: "I didn't scold her wrong, this damn Wella, I don't think she was killed by you, then she must have brought it on herself, can't she take care of the demon elves? Why doesn't she cherish the shortness of life? Isn't this also good, as long as she dies without regrets!"

Lancer didn't know about Wella, and he hadn't seen Wella, so after being shocked for a moment, he calmed down and said, "No regrets, Amilia, no one can do this, just like I got the position of earl, but I also lost something, of course, this is my initiative, I will not deny this." The more people who get www.biquge.info pen, the more they feel that life is good, the more they are afraid of death! That's fair. ”

Raphael comforted Emilia and said, "Don't worry about the gods, Amilia, we're on our own." Lancer, I'm leaving tomorrow, you take care of Emilia, I'm afraid we won't have a chance to see each other again. ”

Lancer finally gloomy and said, "Raphael, I'm sorry. But I'm like that, I never suppress my own thoughts, I don't want to deceive myself. ”

Raphael knew that Lancer was only a momentary emotion, so he said calmly: "As you said, what you gain is also what you lose, and the choice is only in your own heart." I already have a lot more than I do as a servant in Linkou Village. ”

The next day, Raphael, under the advice of Emilia with a hint of concern, and under the unconcealed relaxation of Lancer, said goodbye to them, and went out of the city with a small group of cavalry, and went up the river.

Riding a wildebeest, although the oncoming wind was cold, Raphael's mood was relaxed in the gallop.

Although Raphael still had to lead the cavalry to battle, he didn't feel any pressure now, not because he didn't have ideas, but because he finally realized that many things were never predictable, so why try to master those unpredictable things?

After a sudden burst of relaxation, the spiritual power automatically flowed quickly in the body, and after the completion of several large cycles, Raphael's heart was full of joy, and his spiritual power improved again, but this time it was not the level, but the amount of spiritual power in the demon vein had increased a lot, almost half of his level, and now, the magic cast was quite powerful.

When you are strong, everything is possible!

Raphael thought, and regardless of his followers, he cried out: "I will definitely become a great mage, and everything will start with me!"

This call alarmed one being, and that was the Lich King Gonzhas.

When Gonzhas was wounded, he did not dare to go to the city of Oro, nor did he dare to stay in the south, but he ran to the east of the city, and found a small hill to hide on, which happened to be near here.

On that day, the Pope's attack was so sinister, a faint golden color, completely penetrating Gonzas's soul box and soul.

Now the soul box has been repaired, but the gold in the soul, Gonzhas not only failed to get rid of it, but also accidentally tossed it, so that the golden hair spread, and the subtle silk threads are slowly dividing his soul.

Gonzhas worked hard to use the secret arts, and in the vibration, the local power of the soul was strengthened, and finally the threads were brought back together, but he estimated that in this state, he would die in less than a year. Because the power he controls the silk threads is almost balanced with the necromantic magic he absorbs and digests.

Frustrated, Gonzas regretted that he should not have attacked São Paulo! The demigod tome immediately appeared in his mind.

In the gray mist, Gonzhas raised his skeleton and saw Raphael at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

Gonzhas was so annoyed that his skull and jaw were biting, and he followed Raphael and them from a distance, under the cover of the trees. Raphael's luck was not bad, Gonzhas couldn't fight for the time being, otherwise the golden thread would probably spread.

Despite being transported through pirates and not a large number of personnel, Raphael arranged it very secretively.

To the east, there was a fork in the main river, deep and wide, and it flowed into the mountains, not connecting to any village or town, and it was very deserted, and the pirate ships were anchored there, and the cavalry were already waiting for Raphael on board.

As soon as Raphael departed, Nicholas arrived in the city of Oro, and he found Murphy's magic tower, gave him Rofe's letter, and said, "Help me keep an eye on Raphael, and if he is out of town, let me know." ”

Murphy knew that Raphael had led the cavalry out, and that he had a good relationship with Lynn.

After reading the letter, Murphy's mind turned, these bastards, they don't care about the life or death of the Oro Leader, only Raphael, not the Earl, and they also took the cavalry to fight for the Oro Leader, and wanted to know Raphael's whereabouts?

Although most of the mages tend to the Magic Guild, the native-born mages are different, they care more about their homeland, not to mention that after Raphael defeated Edmund this time, even Murphy got a lot of land.

Murphy smiled and said: "You are late, Raphael has been stripped of his title, and he has already set off to the imperial capital to be a small templar, as if in order to avoid the war, he is still walking north, and he will go around in a circle." ”

Where did Nicholas know that Murphy was fooling him, so he cursed, "Walk so fast, damn it." He hurried out of the Magic Tower.

After buying a lot of food in the city, he also set off for the imperial capital.

After skimming through the hills and forests, and turning a low slope, Raphael finally saw the fleet, and dismounted with his team, and entered the cobblestone barren beach, and came to the fleet.

Beverly gestured at the bow of the ship, and a dozen pirates helped Raphael get their horses onto the ship.

A thousand men, a thousand horses, twenty boats, it was very crowded, and the rest of the personnel could only be very sufficiency, and the floor was crowded, but these people didn't care, they were all willing to gamble, and Lancer had promised them that if she succeeded, then she would report to His Majesty the Emperor and ask for credit for them in the future.

The soldiers knew that Lancer would not be foolish, because this kind of merit would also allow Lancer to gain more merit and land, and more importantly, they trusted Raphael.

The fleet departed, and at first Raphael looked at Beverly and Barbaro commanding, and was still very interested, asking questions, and even taking out a book to compare.

After two days of sailing, Raphael got bored, after all, this is not a sea boat, the river is not the sea, everything is relatively simple.

At the bow of the boat, Beverly built a sheltered wooden shed with only three walls, in which a few wooden deck chairs were placed.

Raphael snuggled up on the chaise longue in the wooden shed and took out the half-finished canon.

There is a huge amount of energy in this sacred text, but the nature of the energy is not clear.

Raphael tried his best to probe his mental power, and only then did he vaguely sense that the canon seemed to be made up of tiny strings, just like the wonderful feeling he had when he used to use his divine power.

Raphael looked at it for a while, and thought of the box he picked up in the ruins, which was probably the one where this artifact was placed, so he took it out and looked at it, and habitually scanned it with his mental power.

What's in the box? Is it a thin book?

Raphael discovered this as much as the Pope, but unlike the Pope, he was interested in the book whether it had energy or not.

The mechanism of the box was not complicated, and after a few fiddling sessions, the bottom of the box was opened, and inside was an ancient notebook made of high-grade magic materials.

Flipping through the notes, Raphael was fascinated at a glance, and the notes read:

The Temple of the Star is built on the Mount St. Vanda, the whole body is built of pure white magic rocks, the whole palace is magnificent and majestic, the main pillars in the temple are supported by ninety-nine gorgeous magic stones, and the inner walls and stone pillars of the temple are carved with allusions to the Star Angel and his followers, which is a praise to the Star Angel.

At the highest point of the main hall is a huge statue of a star angel.

It is said that on the night of the temple's inauguration, the bright light fell on the temple, and a phantom of a star angel blessed the temple with the starlight falling from the sky, and then disappeared into a little starlight.

Soon after, the Temple of the Stars appeared a saintess Avidis, her face as holy as a sculpture, her facial features clear and soft, her eyes as deep and bright as stars, and her plump lips that seemed to whisper to you.

After the appearance of Avidis, the Temple of the Stars had frequent miracles, although they were not grandiose.

Miracles have increased the number of believers in the Star Angel.

Eighty years later, I was transferred to the Temple of the Stars, and I finally met the rumored Holy Maiden, and that's when I realized that the rumors were true.

Avidis is so magical, she is exactly the same as when she appeared, the style is still the same, there is no trace of aging, she always wears a thin white robe, the thin robe can't hide the beautiful curves of her delicate body, she shows grace in every gesture.

I saw Avidis, my tongue was always dry and my heart was filled with the flame of desire, and I knew it was disrespectful, it was sinful, but it was impossible for me to have her, so why should I suppress my little wretched thoughts?

One hundred years after the appearance of Avidis, I was twenty years after the appearance of Srila Vanda.

The Temple of the Stars held a grand Advent Ceremony of the Goddess of Light, which was presided over by Avidis herself, and the saint she had chosen lay quietly on the altar.

After the ceremony, it was already late at night, and the next thing was just waiting for the goddess to come, and Avidis and everyone retreated, except for me, the old man who had become the chief priest, who remained.

The temple was originally filled with soft holy light, however, inadvertently, very suddenly, the holy light disappeared, except for the soft white light on the holy woman waiting to come, and the surroundings became dark.

The frightening darkness made me feel as if something bad was going to happen, so I secretly took out a painstakingly researched fake death pill and put it in my mouth.

A priest with his whole body hidden in his robes gradually emerged from the darkness, and a rattling of ugly laughter rang out in the hall.

The pastor completely ignored my presence and held out a withered hand.

The magic pattern on his hand was entangled, burning with gray-black demonic flames, and gray-black energy rose from the demonic flames, and they turned into thin snakes and wrapped around the body of the holy woman.

The saint was asleep after the ceremony, she remained motionless, her white robe turned to ashes in the flames, and the thin gray and black snake wrapped around her naked delicate body and disappeared into her body.

The beautiful white skin of the saint began to appear with mysterious magic lines.

The power of this evil one is so powerful and terrifying that I can't stop anything, and instead of dying early, I'd better see what happens.

I watched quietly from the side, and even walked a little farther away.

The advent of the Goddess of Light was beginning, and she was about to descend on this plane with a projection clone, and the white light on the Holy Maiden's body began to brighten.

The evil man ignored me, and he stepped back a little, looking quietly at the white-skinned, curvaceous saintess.

The white light became more and more intense, and finally the blessing circle in the temple lit up again.

I could see the thin face of the evil one, and I was surprised to find that it was a member of the Cult of the Holy Light who had long been wanted by the Cult of the Light: the necromancer Hedwell.

Hudwell smiled at me, "You're watching from the sidelines, it's not for you to intervene in this matter." I'm going to die, but if anyone keeps a secret record of it, it would be good, quack, quack! My Hedwell's name will be recited through the ages, evil or glorious! ”

I didn't think I could enter the kingdom of God, because I had always had the desire to blaspheme the angels, so I nodded, stepped back further, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

The holy light spread out and illuminated the temple as if it were day.

The holy maiden opened her eyes, and after she saw her smooth body with black lines, she said suspiciously, "Has this plane been invaded by evil?"

A powerful holy power erupted from the temple, and the holy maiden was breaking free from the shackles of the magic patterns on her body.

But I know that the Holy Maiden is only a projection clone of the Holy Light Goddess Eloites, and the energy of the doppelganger is only level sixteen, and it is difficult to break free from this bondage.

Unless it is the ontology of the goddess, I think this is impossible, and the ontology is a great risk, after all, the saint doppelganger is not a god body, and it will make the god much weaker.

Hudwell gaggled and laughed, as if he didn't smile like he wouldn't show his wickedness, which I despised me, but whose strength amazed me.

I saw that his staff was stunned, and gray-black flames appeared all around his body, and gray-black flame balls containing terrifying energy were separated from the flames and hit the saint, and small cracks appeared in the space where the flame balls flew by.

The Holy Maiden had already broken free of some of the magic patterns, and as soon as she stood up, she was hit by the gray-black flame ball.

Where the gray-black flame ball came into contact with the Holy Maiden's body, the space was shattered as if glass had shattered, and it was broken into countless pieces.

The saint was knocked into the air by the shattered space fragments, her smooth white skin appeared a rapid gray-black, her body was embedded in the walls of the temple, her head hung slightly, her eyes were closed, and a trace of blood flowed from her delicate lips.

Hedwell quacked, "Greetings to you, the great demon god Fredra, my dear goddess Eloites, I will have a sweet memory with you!"

The blood on the corners of the saint's mouth turned golden, her head jerked up, she opened her eyes in anger, all of them had turned silver, and she cried out, "Does a little worm dare to offend the majesty of God?

The white light on the saint's body was dazzling, and the walls of the temple cracked and shattered like spider webs, and inside the cracks in the broken stone walls were black bottomless deep holes.

Three pairs of white wings stretched out from the saint's back, and she flew into the air, countless white flame beads emerging from the white light around her, and hitting Hedwell like rain.

Hedwell's ugly laughter came to an abrupt end.

Where the Demon Flame and the White Bead Ball collided, the space shattered layer by layer again, but it continued to recover under the collision of the two forces.

The ash flames on Hedwell's body faltered, but he didn't seem to panic, just muttered a spell.

Sixteen skeletons appeared around Hedwell in the gray mist, and these skeletons had two pairs of bone wings behind them, which were Fallen Bone Angels.

As soon as these bone angels appeared, they did not attack the Holy Maiden, but pounced in all directions with the afterimage, standing around the main hall respectively, just surrounding the Holy Maiden.

I was amazed to see the saint giggling like a little girl.

She no longer looked holy, and said with a smile: "This is so funny, do you think these rotten bones are really angels? ”

Hedwell saw that the bone angel was in place, despite the fact that his demonic flame was getting weaker and weaker, and the staff was beaten again, and all the bone angels released an obscure energy.

A huge magic array appeared beneath the Holy Maiden, and in an instant, a vast gray mist filled the entire temple.

Black magic patterns quickly condensed from the gray mist, winding towards the Holy Maiden, and the space where the black silk thread-like energy rushed through moved like water waves.

The holy light on the holy woman's body was getting weaker and weaker, she could no longer attack Hedwell, and finally panicked, she struggled to break free from the magic patterns that kept wrapping around her body, and exclaimed, "Damn, what kind of magic is this, it can actually trap me in this plane." ”

Hedwell strengthened the output of the magic array and said with a smile: "This is a gift from the great Fredra to this pious servant, and he has also given you to me, quack!"

The saint finally couldn't hold on any longer, and she fell to the ground, her whole body bound by the magic pattern, and her wings hung limply.

Hedwell rushed to the Holy Maiden, grabbed her and threw her on the altar, pounced, and shouted: "The Holy Light Church, kill my whole family, and hunt me down for so many years! Now, the Holy Light Goddess will also be humiliated under my crotch! Hahaha! This plan is so wonderful, I am willing to give everything for it, hahaha!"

I know that the doppelganger of a god is not actually the deity itself, the doppelganger is only a copy of part of the memory of the deity, but the soul does not exist. A memory borrowed from the soul of the saint and made the saint mistakenly think that she was a god.

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