The Amber Sword

“Teacher!? ”

Behind her came a crisp and surprising cry, Brando turned back in surprise and saw a dark shawled phoenix fire coming out of the place of solitude. She wore a golden phoenix oriental swordsman's suit with a red sole, carrying a sword in her hand, and followed Mr. Liu and Fanchey behind her.

“Phoenix, what are you doing here?” Brando stood still and asked in dismay.

“Miss Delphine sent us here.” The Phoenix Fire glanced at the Chancellor Jinjin standing next to Brando and replied.

“It means Her Majesty the Queen.” Delphine bowed her head and explained softly.

“Aren't you afraid she'll knock us all out?” Brando didn't have the guts to say.

Prime Minister Qianjin did not speak, she calmly looked at the former, and Brando understood from her eyes what this woman meant. She deliberately tied the Phoenix, the Queen of Nine Phoenix, to her chariot so that Queen Madara could throw a mouse taboo.

“That's a lot of action. ”

Delphine didn't say anything, but she was defended by Phoenix Fire: "No wonder Miss Delphine, teacher, meant Phoenix Fire. ”

Brando shook his head. Although he was a smart student, he was still a little naive in front of Delphine, a thoughtful woman, who was sold for other people's money. However, Delphine was his subordinate at the moment, and he was ashamed to tear it down in person, turning his head and glancing at the latter.

“My Lord, what exactly does Her Majesty mean?” He turned back and asked.

The voice fell and suddenly the ground swayed violently again, clicking and cracking, several inches wide mouths stretching from one side of the wall. Brando was consciously stuck in his throat in the second half of the sentence, and he turned around and saw that the walls in the lobby had begun to tilt, and Andrea in that direction also lifted up and looked at the scene.

Without saying a word, Brando immediately grabbed the hand of the Phoenix Fire and shouted:

“Go!”

He said that he had dragged the phoenix fire into the sanctuary of solitude, and some people were faster than him, and that was Andrea, and she opened her wings, and instantly surpassed everyone —— a few steps around the gate of the sanctuary of solitude, which was an open ceiling, about 300 feet long and green, planted with plants like laurels, black roses, and shenanigans, Brando stepped down to the lawn, threw Delphine and the phoenix fire onto the meadow, and then held them steady with the lines of the law.

Right behind him, the building corridor on the south side of the Lonely Throne was accompanied by a few crisp breaking sounds, which collapsed sharply, the smoke rose high, and a series of coughs came from behind, and Mr. Archie and Mr. Liu drilled their dirt out of it. Brando glanced over two people and understood that the collapse of the district building could not harm the strong who had opened up the elements, but he soon saw Philip's priesthood stained with dust, slowly coming out of the smoke.

Seeing the three of them well, Brando, this is the time to remove the line of law, let the phoenix fire and Delphine soften, and the Queen of the Land of Nine Phoenixes bowed her hands to him respectfully: “Teacher Xie saved grace. ”

Brando waved carelessly, purely because he was still young and consciously behaving, but even if he didn't, the former wouldn't necessarily get hurt.

“The grace of the master is as heavy as a mountain, and the phoenix fire is not a liturgy.” The Phoenix Fire answered seriously.

Brando could not help but receive a gift from her, as if he and Haruze were two extremes, one with a weak personality, one with difficult ideas and the other with a glance, adhering to the rules, as if they were little adults.

He raised his head to gauge the environment in this sanctuary. In fact, Andrea, who had stepped into the sanctuary a long time ago, measured the surroundings - just like most of Vaughn's religious buildings, the sanctuary of the Temple of the Dead Moon was built in a small garden. The ceiling courtyard in this magnificent building was popular in the year of the glorious return, and its luxurious and serious style quickly formed the standard of religious architecture. Vaughn's monks believed that proximity to nature was conducive to physical and mental harmony and the best environment for meditation and quiet prayer, while the followers of the Dead Moon likewise painted the gourd and built such a sanctuary in the Temple of the Dead Moon.

But the style of the dead is very different from that of humans and elves. A good ceiling garden makes them a hideous cemetery, over an inky green meadow, sprinkled with black and white roses, and thick arms of thorns, and a few tombstones. Those who can be buried in this place must be saints of an era.

By the way, a saint would not have been resurrected into a dead spirit if he had not been expelled from the Temple of the Dead Moon, which is a desecration of the Goddess, which is also a tradition of the Temple of the Dead Moon.

On the other side of the ceiling, there was also a pale Baroque Garden Pavilion, crawling with shady vines, and Brando glanced over there and didn't see what Delphine said the dead were building, so he turned back and asked the Philip Priest beside him:

“Lord Priest, what the hell is going on? ”

But the Philip Priest didn't have time to answer his question, because it was at this moment that Andrea suddenly shouted:

“Careful! ”

Suddenly, a serious expression also appeared on the face of the Philip Priest, who turned his head and looked into the dusty ruins.

Others also looked in that direction as Andrea reminded them that Brando had the strongest sensing power, the first to see a few long shadows stretching out of the scattered smoke and dust —— there was just the southern wall of the Sanctuary of Loneliness, long gone, but on both its east and west sides, there was a small temple, which collapsed in half because of the impact, and a dashed opening stretched out of the collapsed rubble, as if it were a knife cut on the lawn, opening a fork in the grass in the ceiling garden.

And at this moment, that strange shadow spreads along the cracks, like black blood that used to flow on the meadows, but all of a sudden, it's like being stretched out by an invisible force and pulled off the ground, and they're standing up in a strange position like talc sugar, and laughing 'howling’ from their mouths.

These shadows are also very strange in their mouths, as if they were a thick crack, but in them they are red, they have four eyes, and inside they are burning the flames of the bear, and they smile, and they come round to the sanctuary of the dead.

Brando saw this thing and couldn't help but scream in his heart.

“Son of the Evil God! ”

He suddenly thought of Philip's earlier statement, and he couldn't help but jump.

The Son of the Evil God does not refer specifically to a certain kind of monster in Warnde. In fact, it is a generic term for a kind of monster, which can be the descendants and children of the Evil God, or the prodigal or hateful young body, or the evil mind that escapes from the nightmare of God. Their appearance is so strange that they cannot be judged by their appearance characteristics, but they share a common characteristic, which is that they possess a dark and crippling deity.

Most people who have a little knowledge of religion recognize these disgusting things at first sight. But recognizing it doesn't do much, because most people are left to die in the face of divine creatures.

Moreover, these shadows are not yet descendants of the garbage evil gods and demigods, sub-gods, or servants of God. Brando has smelled the presence of a rich force of law and order on the distorted bodies of the other party. In the previous generation, he saw something similar only a few times in the dreams and evil thoughts of the true God.

But it is the evil idea of God, the inevitable thing of any personality God, it is real, but it is often not a great threat, because if God finds out that his evil thoughts have arisen, he will kill them, and the players will discover the nightmares or evil thoughts of the gods, and will often get rewards and benefits from them.

But in front of these things, he can be sure that these are the descendants of the true God, the twisted descendants of the true God.

How did they come about?

Brando already has the answer.

He looked down at Philip like water and asked, "Lord Priest, did you say that the gods are back, speaking of the Goddess of the Dead Moon, or all of them? ”

Princess Philip turned around and looked at him, but his face was like a human skin mask, his cheeks moving, but without opening.

“Dead Moon Goddess Fallen? You already know that? ”

“She was just re-woken, Count.” Lord Philip answered indifferently as he said, drawing a scepter from under his robe.

“Wake up? ”

“It's a wake-up call, it's the dead spirit of God, it's the dead spirit of God...” Andrea muttered softly. She seemed scared and a little pale, repeating the phrase vigorously.

“Dead spirits of God?” Brando had never seen the goddess of war show such a look, he asked.

“My lord, the Goddess of the Dead Moon passed away long ago in the last era, she was re-awakened, there is only one possibility... That is what the wolf said in the prophecy of black, before and after, this is the catastrophe of God, the deities who passed away are awakened like dead spirits, they once created this world, and now they want to destroy it with their own hands...”

“It's just a legend, Miss Andrea.” Brando shook his head and disbelieved that, while Barbasa believed in the prophecy of darkness, he had always left the prophecy alone. After all, the prophecy was a prophecy. Half of his body came from the soul of another world, and he had a strong resistance to prophecy for the future.

But Andrea shook her head, firmly saying: "My lord, there is such a possibility, there is such a possibility, if that legend is true...”

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