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The sunset has completed its day's mission, but it struggles, beats, and never wants to fall below the horizon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info just rested half of his red face at the junction of the ice field and the sky, as if he was a greedy child, trying to see the results of the golden iron horse on the earth.

The sunset, the clouds of fire, half of the sky were burning red, and the chariot like a god was carrying the blazing fire to the earth.

The endless ice fields are like a vast golden carpet stretching between the heavens and the earth, and the rolling mountains are dotted with golden threads.

In the heavens and on the ground, half of the world is frozen and vast, and half is boiling fiery red. And even more striking than the crimson of the sunset is the dark red that flows on the ground.

The huge two-handed sword fell diagonally, slicing the body in front of him in two with great difficulty. This blow is skillful, but the power is insufficient, and it is more of a slaughter that relies on the weight of the giant sword itself. However, the quality of the two-handed greatsword is indeed outstanding, and after I don't know how many ribs and flesh have been kissed, the blade is as sharp as new.

After the victim in front of him fell, the two-handed greatsword could not find a new target for a while. The hands that held it lost their sharpness, and became weak for a moment.

The heavy two-handed sword landed on the ground with a sticky and wet liquid, and it easily disappeared, reaching a depth of more than half a meter, and then it reluctantly stopped.

Etter was covered in blood, holding on to the hilt of his sword with both hands, and gasping for breath. This tall magical swordsman had exhausted his fighting energy, his magic power, and even his physical strength was not much left. Blood was dripping from his ornate armor all the time, and he couldn't tell whether it came from his enemies, his comrades, or himself.

He was injured, but they were minor, and there was no major damage.

There was a shrill roar from beside Etter, and a boy who looked to have just reached the stage of voice change brandished a war knife almost the length of his height, and pounced on him viciously.

Ette sighed, pulled out the short sword at his waist with his backhand, and slightly sideways his upper body, allowing the boy's full force to slash, and the short sword in his hand wiped his throat at the same time. In fact, with the boy's soft knife, he couldn't cut through Ett's magic armor at all, but Etter's armor was very expensive, and he didn't want to be scratched at will.

The boy collapsed weakly, and only then did Etter see that his back was already bloody and fleshy, and even Bai Sensen's ribs could be seen under the broken clothes. With such a serious injury, he could still charge at Etter?

The magic swordsman's heart moved slightly. But he has seen too many such scenes today, at most it is just heartwarming. Most of the followers of the Silver Cult are civilians with no military training, and only fight with faith, blood, and regular armies armed to the teeth. Although the number of Holy Cult believers is several times larger than that of the Aregong [***] team, no matter how large the flock is, if it encounters a wolf, it will only be slaughtered.

The only ones who can cause a little trouble to the Gong [***] team are those snow palace warriors and ice and snow mages, and their own Bauhinia Butterfly leads the elite soldiers to echo with the crazy mages on the mountain, and fight back and forth. The attention of the Snow Palace Samurai and the Ice Mage seemed to be all focused on attacking Auburn Mountain, and few right-hand men appeared on the fringes.

The task of Etter's squadron was to face the waves of ordinary believers who had come up like a tidal wave, and he had been slaughtering with his knife from early morning until dusk. It was so easy to grab a fragile life, and for a magical swordsman, he didn't even need any skill, just a constant swing of the sword. However, the slaughter of 100,000 believers turned out to be such a long process, and he had almost exhausted all his strength, but at a glance, the followers of the Holy Sect were still densely packed.

Ette shook his head and shook the sweat that was dripping into his eyes and looked back. On the other side of the battlefield, the slightly slender figure in the heroic spirit stood on the horse, commanding as if it were determined. Bauhinia butterflies always have hundreds of light horsemen gathered around them to deal with unexpected situations on the battlefield. These light cavalry will attack a certain part of the battlefield at any time according to her command, and she will gather other cavalry as a reserve for the whole army.

Seeing the figure of the Bauhinia Butterfly, the magic swordsman suddenly had some strength out of thin air, he beckoned his subordinates, and outflanked a group of Holy Sect disciples not far away.

At the top of Oban Mountain, when Mora's public [***] team arrived, he slowly walked up to the altar, crossed his arms on his chest, and then kept his eyes closed in that position in prayer. The milky white halo that enveloped her body once again bloomed with a soft divine light, supporting the Cult Mage and the last remaining believers in their brave battle.

The last rays of the setting sun fell on Mora's closed eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and she slowly opened them. The already overflowing light burst out more and more intensely as her eyes opened. Later, it was as if a new sun was rising on the top of Auburn Mountain!

The two sides of the battlefield who were fighting to the death involuntarily slowed down the pace of attacking each other, and they stared in disbelief at the holy light in the sky as strong as the scorching sun. No one could see the light clearly, and even if they looked at it for a little longer, their eyes would burn with a sharp pain.

But all the people under Auburn Hill knew that in that mass of light must be the Saint Mora, the Eye of Wisdom. So there is a difference between looking up at the sky, one side is fanatic, the other is despair.

"The Goddess said, Forgive our enemies, for they are but a flock of lost lambs. Mora's soft voice rang out in everyone's hearts. Not only the soldiers of the Principality of Are, but also the remnants of the Silver Holy Sect could also hear this pleasant voice.

Mora's light flowed down the mountain like a waterfall over the steep and precipitous Auburn Mountain, where the dark red ice became clear again, and the corpses buried deep under the ice were revealed, and the remaining blood stains turned into a spring of water that washed away the clothes and skin and the smoke of gunpowder, and then seeped into the soil, where the dead lay as if they were asleep. Built like a living hell with blood and corpses, Mount Auburn is gradually returning to its true nature.

In the face of this almost miraculous scene, one of the warriors of the Duchy of Arei suddenly dropped his sword, burst into tears, fell to his knees, fell to the ground, and stood a few miles away, completely ignoring his enemy, and raised a battle-axe that had been curled in the air. Behind them, more Duchy soldiers bowed down reverently and kissed the earth with their foreheads, without which they could not pay their respects.

"All hatred stems from ignorance. Our enemies are faithful, yet they worship only a distorted projection of the true gods. They hate because of what they believe. But they didn't know that hatred was not the intention of the gods. They wield their swords because of misinterpretation, and they choose the wrong target because of ignorance. They believe and work hard for their faith, but all their efforts hurt only their true God. ”

Mora's voice was melodious and soft, and it was supposed to be warm, but in fact it was cold as ice. At this moment, she is like those gods who indifferently look at the earthly life.

Everyone has the illusion that at this moment, Mora has become the embodiment of the goddess!

The followers of the Silver Holy Cult were also stunned by Mora's words, and the weapons in their hands hung down one by one, and they did not take the opportunity to attack the warriors of the Duchy of Are, who had all fallen to their knees. In fact, they have only been defending themselves, barely prolonging their lives destined to be destroyed, their tired ** and spirit have reached the limit, since the slaughtering enemy has temporarily stopped the butcher's knife, they don't have to resist and struggle for the time being.

Moreover, Mora's words also shocked them, subverting almost all their previous perceptions, and they turned their eyes to the ice mages and priests for help like lost lambs. But the surviving ice mages and priests were just as hesitant as the believers, and their lifelong theological knowledge could not tell them why Mora's words rang directly in their hearts.

Their faith is so devout that it has even reached the level of blind believers. They knew about magic and faith, but they couldn't explain why Mora, the holy daughter of the heretical goddess, was able to shake their souls directly. There is only one explanation for this phenomenon in the scriptures of the Silver Cult, and it is also a common knowledge that almost all followers know, that is, when the believers are religious enough, their souls can directly hear the voice of the Ice Goddess or her divine servant.

But why did they hear Mora's voice, and could she have something to do with the goddess of ice?

"The Goddess said that hatred is over and that mistakes should be ended. The Ice Goddess has awakened from her long slumber, and her oracle will soon come down and the true devotees will be able to hear the voice of the Ice Goddess. ”

The followers of the Silver Holy Sect looked at each other in disbelief. Reason told them that they should not believe the words of this heretical saint, but they could not refuse words that were directly addressed to their hearts. Every word of Mora struck at the most devout of these devout devotees, who could not contain their thirst for the oracle of the goddess. Who of them would be lucky enough to hear the voice of the goddess?

"The war is over, so go back, blind believers of the Ice Goddess! ”

At this time, the indifference that belonged only to the gods in Mora's voice had been quietly lost, but warm as the fire of a winter night in a country house, and even with a hint of kindness: "The oracle of the goddess of ice and snow will come soon." Followers of the Silver Holy Cult, your faith is as devout as I am, and people who sincerely believe in the true God should not kill each other. I will give back to you your companions, for they are also my companions, and faith has bound us together. ”

The light-filled Mora landed on the top of Mount Auburn, and she descended step by step, all the followers of the Silver Cult involuntarily made way for her along the way.

Behind Mora, the surviving Cult Mages and Wise Eye followers supported each other and followed their saint down Auburn Mountain. The dozens of Silver Cultists who had been imprisoned on the top of Auburn Mountain had been released and descended with them.

Mora made his way north through a battlefield strewn with blood, severed limbs, shredded flesh, and corpses. Her countenance was holy and ethereal, and she walked as if she were floating, and where the flowing holy light shone, all blood was turned into a clear spring.

With the footsteps of the Holy Maiden, it is like the center of the battlefield of purgatory, and a clean road is gradually extended!

The bruised Eye of Wisdom survivors and fanatical mages also set out on the path of faith, staggering but determined to follow Mora north.

"Where will she lead us?" was a question that came to everyone's minds at the same time, but then overwhelmed by unreserved faith and adherence to the true God.

"It's finally over......" Etter never had any respect for God. He wiped the tears and blood from his face and looked to the other side of the battlefield.

He looked at the Bauhinia butterfly, and the Bauhinia butterfly looked north.

The Bauhinia butterfly's face is hidden under the helmet, and no expression can be seen. But her exposed lips are still resolute. She sheathed her sword, raised her right hand to gather her soldiers, and then led the reorganized army westward towards the Duchy of Are.

At this time, less than 20,000 of the 100,000 Silver Holy Sect believers survived. They silently watched Mora, who was gradually heading north, not rejoicing that they had escaped the slaughter. In their hearts, there were stormy waves at this moment, just for Mora's words.

Is their faith really off the track of truth? Can these most devout, ordinary believers, who have no peculiarity, really be able to hear the voice of the goddess of ice and snow directly?

The faces of the dozens of Silver Saint Cult believers who had survived from Auburn Hill suddenly changed drastically, and they trembled all over, and a mixture of surprise, excitement, and ecstasy appeared on their faces. They even suspected that they were delusional, so they looked around to see if they could see anything in their companion's face.

Thankfully, this was not their hallucination.

The old priests of the Silver Cult came out in large numbers and rushed to Mora's path of faith. However, it was only a matter of moments, and Mora did not walk fast, and many of her followers were seriously injured. But at this moment, the path of faith has extended into the distance, and at the end of the road, there is only a holy light like a mist rising, and there is no longer a figure.

The old priest stopped and fell to his knees. Behind him were dozens of ice and snow mages and priests with keen sense and devout beliefs, and of course, many ordinary believers. At this moment, these people who originally thought of a huge disparity stood together regardless of dignity and humility.

They suddenly knelt in the direction Mora had disappeared, praying aloud for her forgiveness. Then, hundreds of followers rushed out from among the surviving Silver Saint Cultists and joined them.

A respected old believer was so shocked that he picked up one of the believers and asked him why he had worshipped the heretical saints. The believer glared back at him, his voice out of tune with excitement: "I ...... just now I heard the voice of the goddess! I could hear the voice of the greatest goddess of ice and snow...... The goddess said that Mora was not only a saint with the eye of wisdom, but also a divine servant who walked in this world!"

"Goddess ......" The old man was stuttered by this sudden change. "Really...... Really?" he immediately realized the danger was coming.

The believer's bloodshot bull's eyes widened, and he was full of anger, and he vigorously broke away from his snatching hand, waving his hands excitedly: "Witness with my soul! Witness to my life! Witness to my faith! That is the voice of the goddess! Great goddess of ice and snow! Okay, you can not believe me, but look at the great priest!"

The believers who were prostrating themselves on the ground around also noticed the dispute here, and one by one raised their heads, revealing the vicious gaze of the blasphemous man like a poisonous snake at the old man.

In the Arctic Ocean, the long coastline is silent.

On a high ice peak, a figure suddenly appeared.

Her face was wrinkled, her eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of her drooping mouth were almost parallel to the bridge of her falcon-like nose, and the blood was still flowing from her nose, which looked hideous and poignant. Her tousled white hair was like a tightrope, swaying with the howling cold wind.

Jima stood on the top of the ice cliff, gazing at the vast expanse of the ice ocean. The thick ice sheet stretched from under the ice cliffs into the mist in the distance. Jima's already old face suddenly flashed with a look of disgrace, and she coughed violently, spitting out a few mouthfuls of bloody phlegm.

But the coughing sound seemed to be endless, and Himema's strength couldn't help but decay with the coughing sound, and even the gale couldn't resist a little, and she was crumbling, and it seemed that she could fall off the ice cliff at any moment.

Trembling, she took a dagger from her bosom and stabbed it in her leg, closing her eyes and trembling. After a few moments, Jima's face began to glow with a strange red light, and her old body straightened up again.

But Himma's strength has been restored, but her will has collapsed!

She fell to the edge of the ice cliff, one hand trembling in the direction of the depths of the ice ocean, as if to grasp something.

"O Greatest Goddess...... "Jima's call was like the cry of a night owl, piercing and piercing, and the heart was weeping, but could that being be heard?

"I told you a long time ago that the Ice and Snow Goddess will not escape the fate of extinction this time, and you still refuse to believe it. Now the power of the Ice and Snow Goddess is starting to decay, right?How long can you hold on with just a dagger?" a soft and pleasant voice came from behind Hima.

Hima suddenly jumped up from the ice, like an angry lioness, and screamed, "No! the great goddess of ice and snow is just sleeping again! she must have destroyed all the blasphemers, so she will sleep again, it must be!"

Floya was wrapped in pure white fur and stood pretty behind Hima. The little goblin in the cold wind trembled slightly, and the tip of its upturned nose had been frozen to a little red.

She looked at Hima and sneered, "You must know better than me the reason why a god falls into a deep sleep. As for whether those blasphemers have been destroyed by the goddess of ice and snow, why should we go back to Richelieu and see? I heard that you have also been a magician for decades, how can you also learn to deceive yourself now? The goddess of ice and snow is gone, which proves that your faith is wrong, why do you cling to it?"

"Shut up!" Hima's eyes turned bloodshot and she slapped Floya in the face, knocking her to the ground!

Floya struggled to her feet from the snow and wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth with her slender hands. She stared at Himma with a pair of turquoise eyes, just sneering disdainfully.

Hima looked at Floya, her hands still shaking. The little goblin's beautiful face was gradually swollen at the moment, and there was a red palm print on it.

"Respected Sorcerer Hima, what are you doing in your heart? Since I have fallen into your hands, I can kill if I want, even if you kill me, you will not be able to save the Silver Holy Sect or change the fact that the Ice and Snow Goddess has been destroyed. The little goblin said coldly.

Blood began to pour from the corners of Himma's drooping mouth again, and her red eyes stared at Floya.

Standing on the top of the thousand-meter ice peak, Floya is graceful and beautiful. The little red blood beads hanging on her lips did not detract from her beauty, but only made her more poignant.

Hima said in a deep voice: "Gods will not be destroyed by mortals! No matter how powerful Rogge and those blasphemers are, all they can do is to steal a little of the goddess's divine power." At most, they can become false gods, but the realm of the true gods is beyond the reach of their dirty hands!Now that I know the sleeping place of the Ice Goddess, as long as I retrieve the Goddess's divine power, the great Ice Goddess will wake up from her eternal sleep, and the Silver Holy Cult will also be resurrected! Hmph, I will exchange your life for the divine power of the Ice Goddess to Rogge, you better pray, pray that his love for you is enough!"

Floya was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and her crisp laughter echoed under the ice peak: "You want to exchange me for the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess? Haha! You don't know that dead fat man too well! You don't want to think about how the person who can destroy your Silver Holy Sect can hand over the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess for the sake of a damn woman? But even if you try, let alone exchange me for divine power, if you want to exchange an artifact from him, he will definitely not do it!"

She laughed insolently, but before she knew it, a crystal drop of water crawled out of the corner of her eye.

"Shut up!" Hima raised her hand again. The leprechaun glanced at her, turned his head sideways, and brought up the intact face on the other side.

Jima's hand trembled, and her lips turned blue with anger, but this slap did not go down after all. She grabbed Floya, chanted a spell, and flew all the way to the southeast.

(To be continued)