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Although this kind of thing-one percent of those people can know it.

However, before the end of their clamor, the saint again said: "Recently, earthquakes have occurred more and more, and everyone feels very disturbed."

"Among all of you gathered here today, there should be people who remain angry at my dereliction of duty in their hearts?"

"But, I swear here!"

"I pray to the gods and angels every day, and I never slack off for a day!"

"With all my heart, I want to let everyone's wishes reach the gods' ears!"

"In order to prevent the tragedy of the Great Crash from happening again, please believe in my prayers!"

The moment she finished speaking, the residents began to whisper, and the content of the conversation basically maintained good intentions towards the saint's speech.

Whether it is believing or doubting, the result can only be dependent on the saint.

So, it is better to choose to believe and let yourself have more expectations-this is the root of humanity.

Then, after going through a series of holy precepts, chanting-anyway, it is the words that the commoners do not understand at all, and the last sentence:

"Pray to the gods, and at the same time, pray to the angels too!" Next, there was cheers in the square, praising the saint's name!

After all, she is also a saint who has gone through various big scenes, playing with people's hearts-cough cough cough, inspiring things are still very simple for her.

At least after she had said those words, even those who were skeptical would definitely want to believe in the saint again.

Then, the saint opened her hands to quiet the people:

"Today, I have a special thing to tell everyone."

"I think I already know at home, this world was created by gods and angels."

"So, do you know that Lord Angel also gave the Saint Child to this city, this Novas Attila?"

"Yes, Lord Angel's Son is here!"

"And now—"

Suddenly, her voice was interrupted-interrupted by the roar of the earth!

In the face of this completely unlucky sign, the people in prison have instinctive fear in their hearts, they are all looking around, and even some people are already holding their heads in fear!

then--

More violent shaking-it's started!!

The earth shook violently, the stone-stacked houses collapsed, people screamed and screamed, and the floating dust kept [catching]!

The people and the guards and guards fell to the ground one by one!

This is not over yet!

Boom boom!Boom boom!

Countless houses and countless lives fell to the end of the earth!

In the feeling of everyone, there is no sense of reality at all--

The prison just collapsed partly.

The so-called Great Crash——

"It happened again." Through the house, he looked at the tower, as if to see the guy inside, cracked his mouth and laughed: "Really, can't wait any longer?"

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Chapter One Hundred and Twelve You are all right, it's really great (fog)

The Great Crash-that is the existence of prison, or the fear of people in this world!

It was that they had lost everything, and even those who survived became the culprit of the walking dead!

However, the so-called culprit once again appeared, when the saints announced the existence of the Son, at the moment when anyone of them had the most sincere belief in gods and angels!

It appeared!It was like the Satan in the Bible, taking away everything they had!child!Lover!wealth!Even-the meaning of survival!

"Hey, hello! What was that just now!"

"Don't be kidding! Saintess, what happened to the earthquake just now!?"

The people began to yell in anger and pain!

Of course, this is just the wailing of people who have not seen the current state of prison.

If they see the current environment of the prison--

"Take the lady to return to the Great Sanctuary!" Nadal's voice interrupted Ling Yan's thoughts, and at the same time awakened the subordinates who were still addicted to the horror and sluggishness, and let them begin to [clean up] in a mess.

"Bengshui—did it happen?" The saint who couldn't see all of this felt the atmosphere, murmured, and smiled: "It looks like I'm over too."

She laughed, her expression seemed lonely, and at the same time relieved—like an expression of relief from abandoning the shackles, it was difficult to describe in words.

However, the guards began to carry out their own task at this time: "It's rude, Lord Saint."

They held up the saint's arms and ran away hastily.

This behavior is also protecting the saint, and is also afraid that the living sacrifice will run away in the chaos—a very natural behavior.

"It seems that after spending so long leisurely, I finally have to move my muscles and bones." As if talking to himself, he walked into the observation deck and looked at Nadal with an anxious look: "So, live. The final mission of the sacrifice is finally over."

"Yes," he looked at Ling Yan and sighed. He didn't know if Ling Yan knew too much, he was not his opponent, or he was sad for the fate of the saint: "It's finally over. ."

He looked toward the square, where news of the [Great Crash] had spread.

Angry roars, screams, and tearful shouts mixed together, making the square noisy.

The so-called crowd has been completely chaotic, chaotic-as if coming to tear down the church at any time.

"Ling Yan-sama, what are you going to do next?" Nadal returned his gaze to Ling Yan: "Are you planning to meet us in the Great Sanctuary?"

"There is still some private matter." Ling Yan touched Tia's head, and then said to Tia: "You go to the Great Temple first."

"Where is Mr. Ling Yan?" She glanced at the riots that had already started on the square and asked Ling Yan, "Should you go back to jail?"