MTL - Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil-Chapter 105 10.10

About because he left Gago and left the relationship with the temple. In recent days, the brain wreckage is very quiet, and no longer clamoring for the control of the body, which makes Zhou Yunyi a big breath.

Right now, he is sitting on a luxurious and comfortable carriage, carving the statue of the **** of light. In doing so, the brain wreckage will be quieter, only four hours a day to pray, and after the touch of the statue, it will go to sleep.

The pope also went on the road with them, and the people who crossed the elves and the orcs would part ways, one going to the dark forest and one returning to the Central Holy See.

Zhou Yunqi knows that this continent is not peaceful, but the situation he saw with his own eyes is more serious than the memory of Joshua's previous life. The magic seems to be everywhere. Every time you pass a small town, you will meet the human beings parasitized by the monsters. They may kill them with swaying, or secretly make troubles grow, and disturb the quiet and peaceful life of everyone.

Plants and World of Warcraft, which have been eroded by magical gas, lurk in the dark to wait for opportunities. The land and the lake became black, and the vegetation was wilted and extinct. The scene was similar to the last days that Zhou Yunyi had experienced.

If this continues, the situation will become more and more serious. As a **** of light, shouldn't it be benevolent? Shouldn’t the light be expelled from the darkness? Why did Adenus have a feeling of standing on the sidelines? Could it be that he can’t fight the dark god?

When Zhou Yunzhen is so sloppy, the brain wreckage will jump out and vigorously defend his father, so that he has a headache, and he will not think much longer.

The Pope’s team has been falling behind him. Whenever the monster is met, the warriors and mages who come with the pope will work together to kill them. They have never seen the pope face, and even the enchantment of the light is supported by several priests around him.

After a long time, Zhou Yunqi produced a guess. He knew that the bright stone crowns and rings of the two emperors and Boa were broken. Similarly, the pope's scepter should not be able to keep it. The bright **** can even abandon the lover whose destiny is destined, and even less willing to the pope. It is not enough to destroy the symbol of his rights, and it is possible to recover the power given to him.

Yes, in this **** world, the power of the light priest can be recovered at any time. This is why Zhou Yunxi does not dare to offend the **** of light. The Light God manipulates the world with divine power, confusing all creatures into what he expects, and even worse, even the spread of magic may be the result of his indulgence.

In this way, the light **** does not seem to be very bright. Of course, this thought he only dared to flash in his mind, afraid to let the brain wreckage feel the trouble.

He spread the gospel all the way, dispels the magic, kills the monsters, purifies the contaminated land and water, and makes the name of the Joshua priest gradually become widely known. In particular, the people of the Sakya empire simply worshipped him.

On this day, they finally left the land of the empire and embarked on the boundaries of the Elves and the Orcs. The situation that is eroded by the magic gas is more serious than any other place. Along the way, large swaths of forest are shrouded in black fog, another dark forest.

The emergence of the magic plant and the dark beast is also more and more frequent, and the level is getting higher and higher.

Because there was no strong priest to hold up the enchantment, the Pope’s team suffered heavy casualties, which further confirmed Zhou Yun’s speculation. But he will never help the other person with kindness, but instead choose to stand by. If the Pope can die on the way to the Muslim court, this is best, but he has not forgotten the sinister eyes of the Pope's light scepter and the robes.

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A dark saber-toothed tiger of the imperial class jumped out of the grass and rushed toward the team. Its red eyes are full of fresh flesh and blood, and the mouth is squirting a black corrosive fire. If it is stained with a Mars, it will not be extinguished anyway. Clothes, human bodies, weapons, and even crafts are burnt to ash.

Only the power of light in the world can restrain this flame from hell.

The priests of the Central Holy See have already exhausted the power of light. Even if several people joined forces, they only barely propped up a thin layer of halo. They were hit by a saber-toothed tiger twice like a water ripple. After a few laps, slowly Disappeared.

On the other hand, the team of the Sagya Empire, a teenager sitting on the rut, pulled one of the ankles, and one foot bent, carving the wood in his hand in a leisurely manner. He did not hold the scepter to summon the power of light, nor did he sing any spells, but he could prop up an enchantment that was comparable to the heavenly sun.

The saber-toothed tiger clearly felt the strength of the juvenile, so he always avoided him and did not dare to approach his team. When it was occasionally hit by a warrior or a mage, and hit the enchantment under the juvenile cloth, the sensation of the bursting of the beast's nucleus made it more taboo.

As a result, the Pope's team almost suffered all of its anger, but in a matter of minutes, the man was mostly injured. A bright priest couldn’t stand it and shouted, “Joshua priest, please help us! Don’t forget, it’s your duty to protect the pope.”

Zhou Yunqi blows off the debris, gently rubs the face of the statue to be shaped with his fingertips, and casually opens his mouth. "You said it wrong. The strong should protect the weak. I am only 18 years old this year. The position is just a small priest. How can the strength compare with the three hundred-year-old Pope? You should ask your pope for help, not me. After all, you are his subordinates, not mine."

The few bright priests in this statement were speechless. They looked at each other and looked at the carriage behind them.

The cold sweat of the Pope’s forehead came out. Only he knows that as time goes by, even if he has not participated in any battle, the light power of the body slowly dissipates into the body. It seems that there is an invisible hand that is erasing his bright attributes little by little. If he goes on like this, he will become an ordinary person sooner or later.

No one knows more than he knows how to despise and despise the priest who loses his power, not to mention that he was once a high pope.

Along the way, he desperately prayed to the Father, not the gift of the Father, but the loss of the power of light. He realized that he had been completely rejected by the Father.

At the moment, he does not say that he has propped up an enchantment. I am afraid that even a light spot can not be achieved. If you let others see the same, he can imagine what will be waiting for him.

Going out or not going out? It seems that he must not choose. The Pope's teeth were bitten and his face was distorted, and Joshua hated him.

But as one of the protagonists of this world, he is still a bit lucky. When he is preparing to open the curtain, a bright enchantment suddenly appears above the team, extinguishing the black fire of the saber-toothed tiger and suppressing it. Its power. Then, several burly orcs and beautiful elves appeared in the enchantment out of thin air.

Their ranks are in the middle of the emperor, and it is not difficult to join hands to deal with the dark beast of a royal peak. However, a few round trips, I saw an arrow attached to the light of the light to shoot the eyebrows of the dark beast and kill it.

The magic gas quickly eroded the body of the dark beast, leaving only a black beast nucleus, shining with ominous light under the sunlight. If you let other Warcraft swallow it, it will produce another dark beast.

An elf wearing a white priest's robe leaped from the standing tree, sang a purifying spell in his mouth, dispelled the magical power in the beast, and picked it up and gave it to his companions.

He has a long blond hair and an emerald green eye with a scepter in his hand and three bright stones in the top. He is the high priest who is second only to the pope's elves, Berwin Derek.

Because the elves do not like to be in contact with humans, the temple of the elves is independent of the Central See. Their high priests were not under the control of the Holy See, so they did not follow the name of the bishop.

But Berwin and the Pope are not enemies, but they are very personal.

He glanced at the young boy who had seen the dead before with a cold gaze, and then drilled into the Pope's carriage.

"Herman, my old friend, are you okay?" he whispered.

The Pope smiled, "I was hurt when I was fighting a high-end monster. I am afraid it will be a long time." He said as he pulled open his robes and asked Berwin to see a huge splattered by his magic. Black hole.

This is his backhand. He knew who saved the treasure and knew how much the magic of the other party was corrosive. Therefore, he collected the magical power on the door and pricked it into the chest with a knife. Although the wound is uncomfortable, he can help him cover up one or two. When he returns to the Central Holy See, there is naturally a large amount of holy water that can clean the magic.

When Bo Wen fixed his eyes, his face suddenly changed. "This magic is so overbearing, I am afraid that the demon in the dark abyss left."

Devil? What is it! The pope smiled.

Berwin immediately applied several healing techniques, and saw that the wound was slightly relieved before he whispered. "Boa is in the tribe. I heard that you were murdered by a priest named Joshua. Was he hurt when he was sent?" Very heavy, so kind and beautiful people, why would anyone be willing to hurt him? What have you experienced?"

Because Boa’s language is unknown, and the expression of fear and uneasiness is always present, even the nightmare is still a nightmare. Therefore, the Elf King and the High Priest did not dare to ask, only know that his encounter was related to a boy named Joshua. .

Because the mainland was deeply eroded by the magic, the elves and orcs originally lived in different boundaries, but now they have to move to the same forest. They know that the only three races can survive if they are guarded. The Orc people of Boa’s affairs were also informed, and they were heartbroken.

Before they met, the two races listed Joshua as an enemy.

The pope's twilight glimmered and sighed. "It's just something that fights for power. Joshua was supposed to be the next bishop of the Sagya Empire. Because of the arrival of Boa, he lost the opportunity..." He said nothing. Until now, because he knows that the elves have always been pure and proud, and most impatient to listen to these sneaky things.

Bunwen's brows were wrinkled and his eyes were disgusting, so he no longer asked.

"Speaking, the opposite is the team of the Joshua priest. You should have seen him?" The Pope pointed out the car.

"Is it? No wonder that death can't be saved! Such a person is also a good priest?" Burwin's impression of the young man fell directly to the bottom of the valley, and he heard that several orcs were interested in the young, and they did not go to the management.

"Why didn't you just shoot? You know that there is still room for power?" A burly orc walked to Zhou Yunyi's carriage to ask. The orc family is straightforward and wants to say something.

Zhou Yunxi faintly glanced at him, deep into the eyes of the sea and the more refined and beautiful facial features than the elves let the orc slightly glimpse.

An elf guarding the carriage heard the dialogue between the high priest and the pope, immediately pulled an arrow from the arrow with a force of light, and shouted at the teenager. "He is the covenant who hurt Boa." Shuya!" The voice has not fallen and the arrow has gone.

Boa was the great benefactor of the Elves and the Orcs. This scorpion shouted and alerted everyone. They immediately took up arms and attacked.

Zhou Yunqi sneered at his lips and erected his index finger. With a sharp golden light blade, he smashed the arrow that hit the front into two halves. Without a singer, he immediately sent a group of arrows of the Light of the Light, bringing many levels of the Emperor. The master shot into a sieve. He did not attack their vitality, only penetrated their limbs, let them lie in a pool of blood and could not move.

"Herman, you and Boa have been rejected by the Father. He took back the power of light in your body? No matter how many lies you cover, one day, one day, your dark heart will be exposed to the world. I Joshua disdains to walk with your fools. Goodbye, I hope you can save your life." He finished slowly and picked up the knife and sculpted it.

The wounded who followed his warriors and mages rushed to the ground and smiled mockingly, leaving the people neatly. This forest has been covered by a magical gas by a third. There are dark beasts and magic plants everywhere. These people may not be able to walk even if their limbs are in good condition, let alone now.

"Too mad!" Berwin couldn't help himself, jumped out of the carriage and summoned a huge light sword to smash it.

When the giant sword enveloped the top of the team, a burst of golden light suddenly broke out, engulfing it invisible. The anger of the most powerful light priests on the mainland was thus understated, and even a sigh of noise was not issued.

When the hooves of kicking and kicking went away, Berwin recovered from the shock. He immediately went to his companion to see their wounds.

The round wound is full of blood, and the rolled flesh is burnt into black by the light arrow, and there is a pure and incomparable light power. Berwin has performed several healing exercises in succession, and he has not been able to heal even a half of these wounds.

"How can he have such a powerful force? This should not be." Bovin’s suspicious confession to the Pope. A person who is dark inside can't get the favor of the Father and has the power of light.

The pope had already prepared for it, and he said, "Don't you see his appearance? Didn't he find his unique hair color and twilight? He is the kind of boy that the Father is the most loved."

Berwin shook his head and denied, "No, the Father will never be so superficial, but because of his appearance, he will condone a despicable and shameless person. Herman, you will not say this in the future." He was suspicious in his heart, but he did not pursue it.

At this time, several bright priests who followed the pope suddenly spoke. "His Majesty, Pope, we decided to follow the Joshua priest to travel to the mainland, and this is a deceased." The words fell into the front, facing the front The team chased the past.

Several warriors and mages who knew the inside story also immediately said goodbye. They witnessed the splendid day of the day when the priests of Joshua were baptized. He wore a robes and slowly walked out of the golden pool water, surrounded by countless white spots around him, just like the gods came to the world. To say a disrespectful statement, his style is not lost to the beloved Father.

The Father gave him a red rose for the sky, and the warm love would be clearly felt by everyone. One is a priest who is powerfully destined to become a god; the other is a pope who is rejected by the Father and is full of lies, and it is self-evident that he should choose loyalty.

They will not tell the truth to these elves and orcs. All humans across the continent know that elves and orcs are the most stubborn races, and once they believe in them, they will never change unless they are proved to be wrong.

Judging from their words and deeds, the treasures after the escape are likely to hide in their ethnic areas. Mix with the gods and give them protection. They will pay for it sooner or later, so they must not go with them.

The pope's twilight stares at the back of the group, and turns back to see that Beverly is looking through the eyes of inquiry.

He pretended to be tired and waved. "Let's go, they have been confused by Joshua."

Berwin regained his gaze and led everyone to the silent road. Several wounded people were frightened by the strong strength of the youngsters. For a long time, they could not get rid of the fear of the mountain topping.

Zhou Yunxuan's guide was chosen by human beings. He was not familiar with the elves of the elves. He circled many distant roads and fell behind the people of Berwin and others in three or four days. But he always supported the enchantment and put an end to the harassment of the dark beast and the magic plant. It was easy to walk along. He did not accept the loyalty of the Pope's subordinates, but did not drive them away, but silently granted asylum.

This is of course not the cold-blooded Zhou Yunzhen will do things, but the brain wreckage decision. He is gentle and kind, sensitive and fragile, and he is not afraid to describe the world with the most beautiful feelings. The character is opposite to the rational one.

He occasionally drilled out of the subconscious, kneeling by the window, looking at everything outside with curiosity, and then praying faithfully with the statue of the Father.

On this day, he was preparing to pray, but he saw a thick black fog in front of him, covering all the trees and the sky, and there was a sensation in the meantime.

The black fog is moving slowly, and it has spread to the front without waiting for the team to turn around. When everyone looked at it carefully, they could not help but show a horrified expression. Where is the black fog, but a lot of butterflies that are invaded by magic. They sprayed venom from the mouthparts, and the wings fell off the poisonous scales. If one of them was okay to deal with them, they would hit a crowded group, only waiting to be eroded into a pool of blood.

Wherever they fly, where will become the land of death, and even the powerful dark beasts and magic plants will not be spared.

The people immediately turned around and prepared to retreat, but they heard a clear voice from the carriage. "Gathered to me, don't walk out of the enchantment."

A semi-circular golden light film enveloped the team, and all the butterflies that hit the light film disappeared into dust. The team slowly marched along the road opened by the ancestors, and seemed so quiet in the rumbling sound of the rumbling wings. laid back.

Zhou Yunqi opened the curtain and sat with the guide. He held the statue of the Father and prayed. No matter how terrible the monster is, no matter how dark the outside world is, because of the existence of the Father, he is fearless. The golden light film radiates more and more radiance because of his devout faith, and there is a faint scatter of black fog.

But butterflies are a kind of phototaxis creatures. They don't retreat because of the powerful destructiveness of the film, but they are more densely surrounded. A batch of smoke became disappeared, and another batch of vacancies will soon be filled. Over time, Zhou Yunyi’s team became the center of black fog, which greatly reduced the pressure on passers-by.

The enchantment under the Berwun cloth was only a thin layer left by the magic butterfly, and it was about to disappear. The light power in his body is running low, and almost no scepter can light up. The forehead and back are covered with sweat.

I don't know when it started, the Elves' Forest became more and more dangerous and seemed to be assimilated with the Dark Forest. He has met many crises, but for the first time he feels the fear of death. He knows that, soon after, this layer of enchantment will disappear completely, and everyone will be bitten by the magic butterfly and become a pool of blood.

He looked anxiously at the surrounding environment and found a golden light flashing in front of him. He immediately shouted, "There is a bright priest in front, and it will pass!"

The crowd immediately abandoned the carriage and ran towards the light source.

"How are you?!" Looking at the people in the clear film, Bunwen was extremely surprised.

Zhou Yunyi just finished the prayer and looked at it with a gentle look. If he is rational, he will not give a helping hand, but now he can't see death. He did not speak, and when he waved his hand, he enlarged the light film a few minutes and shrouded Bo Wen and his entourage.

Warm, pure and bright light flows through the air, another world that is completely different from the dark outside world. Berwin could even capture a devout faith from the air that had not yet dissipated. The faint sacred voice of the gods came from the void, leaving every pore of his dizziness.

He looked at him with a stunned look. He couldn't believe that the gentle and beautiful teenager who could compare with the dawn was the despicable and shameless person in the mouth of Boa and the Pope.

The other tribes who had been seriously injured by the juveniles also did not dare to speak. The air in the enchantment is too solemn, as if it were not a wilderness, but a small temple, so that they would not dare to make it.

Zhou Yunxuan saved them, but they did not want to take care of them. They took out the statue and slowly engraved the gorgeous face of the Father. The blue eyes were filled with warm love.

The mood of Berwin can no longer be described as a surprise, but a horror. Without the help of the scepter, or with the singer's spell, you can hold up such a huge and solid enchantment, and with one heart and two minds, the strength of the teenager far exceeds his imagination. I heard that he is only 18 years old this year. He has just grown up. Where did such a strong strength come from?

He thought this way, and he didn't expect to get the answer from the boy, but he didn't expect the boy to speak slowly. "I am immersed in the trial pool every day to practice."

When this was said, Berwin was silent, and after a moment of thinking, he went to the Pope. The pope changed his face and shouted, "This is absolutely impossible!"

Since 800 years ago, no other light priest can enter the trial pool. All those who tried to try, all burned to ashes. Only the purest soul of the soul can survive.

Berwin also tried it, and only when he reached a finger, he recovered it. He knew that his heart and soul were not pure, and he was ashamed of it for a long time.

If the juvenile can really be soaked in the trial pool and unscathed, he can never be the kind of person described by the Pope and Boa. I may have been deceived!

He tried to give his old friend a little trust, and he was deeply shocked when he touched the ground. Where the juvenile's light film is shrouded, where the magic gas is dissipated, the grass is re-turned into the color of the green, the flowers vie for the flower buds and open in front of the juvenile, the magic butterfly rumbling over and whispering The soundlessness turns into dust, and the magic gas is purified along with the poison.

Such a holy land, the power that can make all things recover is not the power of light, but the power of God!

Thinking of this, Berwin's body is completely stiff. Perhaps he is walking with a demigod or even a god, and he and the tribe have tried to hurt him before. Bright God is on, tell him that this is not true!