The Amber Sword

The original version of the Tarajos fist's mark of virtue is a sustainable gain that lasts for several hours, while the fake Tarajos fist's mark of virtue is the ability to store the law and can be opened for only seven seconds a day, and does not need to be used up once.

As soon as Hippamilla broke through Andersa's erosion whip, she closed her mark, and the ruby on the sheep's head nail on her right pinky finger had faded a lot, the former estimating the time available, with only two or three seconds left.

If you react quickly, you can turn it on twice, but if you react slowly, you only have one time left to use it.

At this time, she landed for the second time, one step over a distance of twenty or thirty meters, and stepped firmly on the slab. As Himilud's priestly abilities, as long as they stood on the ground, the power of Gaia would continue to flow, and she added a little bit of strength, which fed back to the ground ten times faster, and the streets of the ground blew apart, and the priestly lady shot at Andersa like a shell.

The crowd saw only one phantom flash. Andersha could really see Hippamilla accelerating, and while that speed was not so bad for her, there was still some doubt in her mind about the previous supreme will barrier that she didn't dare to harden for a moment, but took a small step back.

Hippamilla looked back at Andersa, her mind flashed, and her hand kept moving half a dozen times, smashing a hammer directly to the ground. And Andersha's combat experience is not so bad. When she sees this action, she understands her intentions and can't help but change her face:

“Out of the way! ”

Hippamilla's right hand unnamed finger silver sheep's head nail ruby flashed, Xu Jinxian's sword opened, at this time, she already has the power of the earth goddess, the holy white land and the selfless spirit triple gain, plus this weight is quadruple, the attacking power and power of the mountain range reached 75 points, Xu Jinxian's sword provides 30% attack bonus, is 97 points, plus the power bonus, this click alone has Brando's level before Cold Lu estate.

The hammer accidentally hit the ground and a visible wave of earthquake traveled down the street. Andersha's face was so ugly that she could easily avoid the wave by flying in the air herself, and in fact even if she couldn't avoid it, it didn't have much effect on her, it was just a near-polar level of attack.

She reached out her right hand and a curved green mask was supported by the palm of her right hand. The shock wave intersects the mask. The ground in the vicinity was immediately arched, and the impact force pushed the soil and slab to build up in front of the mask, but the latter thread did not move, and there was nothing to break * *.

The mask protects Andersa and several of the Black Firemen behind her, but the situation in other directions is less optimistic for the Patriarch.

The former ignores attacks close to the poles and does not mean that others can. The seismic waves swept past the feet of the Black Firemen, and they immediately flew up, falling into the ruins of the neighborhood in succession. The lucky guy just fell into a broken bone, and the unfortunate guy was stabbed in the right way by a broken stake. Some of the bad guys even fell into the fire, making a terrible scream.

Andersha was as dark as iron, she didn't care about the lives of these people, she just regretted her decision, and she didn't expect this seemingly silly little girl to be so ‘cunning’.

At this time, the people watching the war from afar got excited, and led by the big man, they shouted and launched an attack. The black-fighters were already hit by a wave of sudden previous offenses, and this time it was even more devastating and decaying, and they directly collapsed.

“You'll regret it!” Andersha screamed in anger, she was going mad, she didn't see Chipamila in her eyes, her target was Brando behind the little girl, but she didn't expect to eat so much at a time.

As if in response to her anger, accompanied by her screaming, the street suddenly burst into a loud noise, and something beneath the ground rolled up the dirt and stretched out.

That thing was so huge and so sudden that Hippamilla couldn't even see it clearly and felt a dirty wind pouring straight into her face. She had no reaction time at all, but the instincts left over from her training in the temple enabled her to open the ruby on the fingernail of the sheep's head in her left hand.

The defense doubled sharply, and with 30 percent of the iron-skinned hymn defense, the glossy feather robe on her body showed a metallic shine, and if there was no faint shield, it appeared in front of her.

But almost all of this was useless. The immense thing was heavily drawn on the false shield, the invisible shield was immediately torn apart, the incomparable force continued forward, and fell on her again. Chipamila flew out immediately and hit heavily into the burning ruins behind her.

“Miss Cleric! ”

“Miss Cleric!” Everyone couldn't bear to wake up.

Chipamila crawled out of the rubble, had several abrasions on her snow white face, her mouth and nose were bleeding, and she looked at what had risen from the ground before realizing that it could not be described in words at all.

It looks a little like a tentacle, but the shape changes every moment, and even more surprisingly, you can't even remember what it looked like. The surface of this tentacle reveals the faces of many human beings, either frightened, or in pain, or sad and desperate. The only thing they have in common is no eyeballs, a pitch of black in the empty orbit, as if to suck the human mind from the middle.

This is definitely not what the material world deserves, and Shipamira feels the evil and despair that permeates her at first glance, and this tentacle is twenty or thirty meters long, but she knows it's bigger in nature - it's not something she can handle.

“Run!” She immediately shouted to the others.

Everyone hasn't reacted in a while...

At this time, the tentacle pressed again toward Shipamira, his right hand flashed, to the crown of glory, the place of martyrdom, the three imprints of humility opened simultaneously, she raised the Yamakawa in her hand, ‘bang’ the tentacle heavily pressed on the cross hammer, Shipamira felt her feet sink down, but raw blocked the blow.

The Crown of Glory offers a full Skill upgrade of Level 5 for a moment; Martyrdom sacrificed half of life in exchange for an attribute bonus of 30% for 20 seconds; and, with humility, a full system of damage immunity of 100% for 20 seconds.

Andrea almost thought she was wrong, and there was a mortal who could stop Frederick from striking?

“Miss Cleric, come on! ”

The hearts that the people had just mentioned had fallen back again, and I couldn't help but cheer. The young black fireman next to the crowd naturally stopped himself from yelling * *, he couldn't help but sweat a little and wondered what was wrong with him.

But Hippamilla knew it wasn't a long-term plan, not to mention the very short duration of the Eight Holy Seals, and she felt that the monster was not doing everything she could to play with the prey.

This is the Evil God--

As a Shimilud cleric and a follower of Gaia, like the shepherd, she is not new to these twisted creatures, and she can even sense the other one is the evil god.

The evil god Fredrich, Lord of the most brutal ice fields.

“We have to get everyone out of here.” The sense of responsibility rises in the heart of the priestly lady, and this is the compassion and generosity that Gaia's daughters - the young girls of the mountains - were born with.

The tentacles swept at her again.

This time too, Andersha decided to solve a threat before Brando arrived, otherwise it would be horrible for this little girl to join forces with that young man.

And Hipamila showed a card.

Shelter the hymn.

A white light blew between Andersha, the attack of the tentacles and her. This card converted from the Anglodot Sacred Ring immunizes people from all harm, so instead of being injured, Hipamila flew out from afar with this force and landed beside everyone.

As soon as she stood up, she shouted to the young girl with the coarse eyebrows in the distance: "Take everyone away! ”

From her previous observations, she had learned that the most prestigious of the people was the big one, but for the big one, the words of the lady Adegya were the most important.

Although the girl with the thick eyebrows had only been with Shipamira for less than an hour, she believed in the latter's words and hurried to the big man and said: "Listen to the Lord Cleric. ”

At this point, she doesn't have to remind anyone else that His Holiness is not the opponent of that terrible monster. Of course, they didn't blame Hippamilla for not being strong, after all, that huge tentacle everyone could see how terrible it was.

Though most ordinary people do not know that the power of the monster is not directly related to its stature, especially the evil gods.

As soon as Chipamila opened their mouth, they fled in fear and backwards. The big man tried to pull his eyebrows out of the young girl, but the latter broke his hand: “Help my grandmother.” The latter spoke out loud.

Then she picked up the injured Chipamila and was ready to catch up with the others.

Grandmother Auggis' grandson was not afraid to follow them, and the coarse-eyed girl couldn't help touching his head. “Well done,” she said, "must be a great hero in the future. ”

The little boy immediately lifted his chest.

The crowd fled along the street, and Andrea was not in a hurry to see the scene, but laughed with contempt. It was not necessarily ridiculous if Friedrich, the owner of the Hall Ice Plains, had allowed a group of ordinary people to escape from his presence.

Sure enough, just for a moment, the whole neighborhood bursts out a dozen tentacles from the underground, some dozens of meters apart, and I don't know how big the evil gods themselves are underground.

As soon as the tentacles appeared, they rolled over to the crowd. It could easily catch up with all of them, but it did not rush to start with the slowest running person, screaming and rolling the latter, and then squeezed it up and turned into a bloody rain.

A strong sense of despair overhangs everyone's head, and even the stupidest can see at this point that the other party is simply playing with them.

Hippamilla also saw about this, and she stopped and pushed away the coarse-eyebrowed girl beside her: “You go ahead, I'll break it.”

“Your Highness? ”

The coarse-eyebrowed girl was stunned, and she stared at Chipamila, unable to say a word.

The others stopped running far away, and they looked back over here and couldn't help but shout, "Adegya, Lord Cleric, what are you doing? Come on! ”

“The clergyman, she... she said...” The coarse-eyed maiden stuttered, she said.

“When I'm done, run, or none of us will get away.” Hipamila said it to everyone again.

Everyone was shocked.

It is impossible for the priests of the Temple of Fire to say such things, whose duty is to preserve order, and although the protection of civilized society and ordinary people is also a doctrinal requirement of the Golden Flame Path, it does not include self-sacrifice.

In many parts of Warnde in this era, the definition of guardianship by religion stems almost entirely from this, and it is illogical for clerics, especially high-ranking clerics, who are the elite of civilized society, to be sacrificed in order to protect ordinary people.

Civilization is so hardly rooted in this land that, in the view of most ordinary people, every good individual deserves to be protected and allowed to play a greater role in the world of order, rather than die for the sake of some irrelevant people.

Miss Cleric is so brilliant that in anyone's opinion she is so young that in any temple she should be a genius.

How can they let a genius die for himself? Such selfishness shames the meanest.

The people couldn't help but consciously stop and say out loud: "We are with you, Your Holiness. ”

“You go,” Chipamila smiled, and the scene in front of her reminded her of the sights of the Temple of the Earth in the past. Every mother's child was glorious and proud, before they lost the glory: "I am the priest of Himilud. ”

Mother's daughter.

The girl with the big eyebrows opened her mouth: "Sir, we can't let you die for us...”

“I will not die," Hippamillah determined as if she were speaking some truth: "My lord will come to protect me. ”

“Lord Lord? ”

At this time, the tentacles had razed and crushed two rows of houses on both sides of the street, coming behind them, and the young girl with the thick eyebrows looked over there with great fear.

The big guy was anxious in the back to rush her up and run, but he knew he couldn't do it at this time.

Hippamilla looked over at the young man in the black robe, who followed them to the present in a vicious manner. “Run with everyone.” She said.

“I am a Black Fireman,” the young man replied stunnedly. “My lord. ”

“It doesn't matter who you are.” Chipamila pointed to the nearer the tentacle answer.

“No,” said the young man, sweating and curly hair on his forehead, arguing aloud, "I mean, I'm a cult, my lord, don't you care? ”

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