Occasionally, the roar of wild beasts and a few black shadows could be heard in the darkness.
Amelia walked a few steps, turned her head to talk to the people behind, did not look at the road ahead, and hit the suddenly appeared city wall with a 'bang'.
overtake! class! pain!
Amelia squatted dizzily for a while, looked up, and saw the blue and white city wall made of exquisite and high-grade materials, isn't it the wall of the church
"It's here! It's here!" She shouted happily, pulling the rope, and dragging her companions to her side one by one.
She counted silently, and there were a few missing, probably because she accidentally dropped her hand on the way, and then she never found the big team again.
Debra touched the hard rock, and her pale face showed a bit of joy: "Great, walk along the edge of the city wall, and you should be able to find the gate right away!"
Rita wept with joy.
Everyone's spirits lifted, and they couldn't help but quicken their pace.
The undulating city wall is like a white giant lurking in the dark night. When it was first established, it was specially built high and thick to prevent foreign enemies from invading.
So they couldn't climb over, so they had to walk along the wall and find the city gate before entering.
Amelia and her party walked along the wall for a long time, until someone couldn't hold on and knelt down on the ground, and they still didn't see the very familiar city gate in the past.
"Take a break."
Amelia wiped the sweat from her forehead, she didn't have the usual cleanliness, and sat cross-legged on the ground.
What she admired the most was that at this time, everyone was so tired that they wanted to lie on the ground, yet there were still people who could hold a statue that weighed several kilograms and not let go.
Although the statue had been broken into many pieces and couldn't be put together, it was still wrapped in cloth and placed in front of everyone by the believers, just like they used to do every day, praying around the statue.
Amelia leaned against the city wall, unknowingly chanting silently in her heart following the low voices of everyone chanting.
It was the first time she wished the light was alive.
Logically speaking, these prayers would not be transmitted to the God Realm. After all, there are so many human beings. If you pray every day, no matter how powerful the gods are, you will be bored to death. But coincidentally, the only remaining god in this world is right next to you. watch.
And almost pissed off.
OK, you're that loyal? The Dark God watched coldly as the blonde girl closed her eyelids, her brows and eyes looked more holy and moving under the reflection of the soft halo.
It is also more like the God of Light.
Even if the gods fell, the pious saint never gave up her beloved god. She even tried her best to pray, praying for a little impossible response.
It was very touching.
An unprovoked tyranny and destructive desire flashed across, He smiled slowly, thick malice surged, raised his slender five fingers, grabbed a handful of dust from the air, and threw it down to the world.
Those sand-like things grew up slowly in the process of descending, and turned into hideous monsters, each with a bloody mouth and a terrifying appearance.
There is also a long strip-shaped object mixed in.
The Dark God supported his sharp jaw with one hand, his face was hidden in the black, and the golden marks shone like silver.
Let me see how faithful your faith is.
Amelia was reciting silently with her eyes closed. In fact, she didn't mean to pray, but just thought of something to pass the time, because her calf was so painful and swollen, she might cry out in pain if she didn't divert her attention.
However, as she was thinking about it, she suddenly realized that all the voices around her seemed to have disappeared—
Amelia opened her eyes suddenly, jumped up from the spot, pulled out the dagger pinned to her waist, and looked around vigilantly.
All the people sitting around disappeared, but the scenery did not change, the darkness and the city wall, one black and one white, and the position did not change.
That is, people disappeared, disappeared without a sound.
Facing the sudden change, before Amelia had time to panic, she heard rustling sounds from a distance.
It seemed that there was something huge in size, pressing over the weeds and bushes in the forest, and swimming towards her at an extremely fast speed.
But hidden in the darkness, she cannot see.
Amelia glanced at the small dagger less than a palm wide in her hand, took a deep breath, and decisively... turned around and ran.
What a joke, she usually cuts fruit with a dagger, how could she really use it to fight! !
Amelia ran along the city wall at high speed, forgetting about her sore hands and feet, and turned her head to see what was approaching gradually while running.
It's just a tentacle.
Very fat and big, grinning, with a silly expression on the tentacles.
He looks familiar.
Gan! ! Isn't this the so-and-so who is by so-and-so's side
Amelia continued to run without looking back, panting heavily: "What are you doing here?"
"Chi Chi Chi!" The tentacle spat at her with all its strength, spat out a note, mixed with saliva, drawn an arc, and landed in front of her.
What the hell
Amelia kept walking, and glanced at it as she passed by. It seemed that she had written some incomprehensible handwriting, which was smeared with saliva and could not be seen clearly.
The tentacles became more anxious, chattering non-stop, and quickly slid past her a few times, blocking the way in front of her. The stout body twists and turns around, making gestures as if gesturing.
"What the hell are you trying to say?"
Amelia didn't panic anymore, she saw that the tentacles didn't seem to hurt her, and slowly made a question mark.
The tentacles shook their heads, seemed to sigh, and wrote something on the ground with their pointed hands.
At the same time, the other believers who fell everywhere faced a giant beast with a figure that covered the sky and a fierce face.
"What is this!!"
"Help, help!!!"
"Ahhh!!!"
For humans without magic, it is impossible to resist such a huge beast. The soft body loses its hard body, and is easily pierced and torn by sharp teeth, and buried in the mouth of the beast.
Blood was scattered all over the ground, and stumps were scattered.
In the face of death, the believers who once arrogantly whipped and tortured others did not seem to become more calm and calm.
Fear, resentment, regret, all kinds of emotions are mixed together, twisted into a black mist, drifting into the darkness, making the darkness more solid.
Alfonso watched this drama, which he often watched when he was bored. This time, he put on the cloak of the God of Light, and it was more exciting and interesting than before.
But after watching it for a while, he yawned out of boredom.
——Yawning is also a behavior learned from that woman. She said that it will release emotions and make sleepy eyes more comfortable. He learned it a few times when he lost his memory. It feels good, and now he uses it unconsciously.
Thinking of that woman from yawning, he became a little interested, and turned his gaze to the other side.
She seemed to get along well with that tentacle before. I don't know what kind of funny expression my friend will have when they meet again.
He looked expectantly, and saw in the flames soaring into the sky, the slender saintess was holding a branch, sweating profusely... Barbecue
Tentacles squatted aside, halazi dripped all over the ground.
"That guy threw you down?"
"grumble!"
"You still won't let you eat?"
"grumble!!!"
"This dogbi, I'll scold him for you, bah!!"
The girl poohed so hard that even the meat stuck in the branch fell off, and the long-awaited tentacles jumped up and held it in her mouth, hersing happily.
He cursed again.
He couldn't help frowning, but a smile that he didn't realize flashed across his eyes, and he tapped the handle of the throne with his knuckles, listening to those conversations that seemed boring to others.
He was startled when he heard that one person had finished eating an unlucky beast caught from nowhere, and the saint coaxed the ignorant little tentacles to send her to the sanctuary. He was surprised that he had been listening for so long.
Seven or eight of those church members died, only a few people are still lingering.
He glanced at it, and simply gathered the corpses and the living together, and threw them together next to the saint.
She doesn't like blood and gore. He knows that, not to mention the corpses of familiar people, even strangers, she can't bear to look at them.
Sometimes they take the initiative to save others at risk, and often get themselves into trouble because of this.
What a boring and stupid kindness, someone should have taught her how to survive in this world.
The God of Darkness zoomed in on the picture, ready to see the collapsed expression of the saint with great interest.
"Please, you are so beautiful, you must be kind-hearted, right?" Amelia coaxed the little tentacles without blinking, and the tentacles shyly curled their hands up, and nodded hesitantly.
Amelia breathed a sigh of relief, she stood up and wiped the rainwater dripping from her forehead.
It seems to be raining.
Find your companions before the rain gets heavier and return to the sanctuary. As she thought about it, she felt that the rain suddenly became heavier.
One drop, two drops.
The rain gradually gathered into a downpour, mixed with lumps, and smashed on the ground.
Is it hail
She opened her eyes wide and looked up.
An invisible corpse brushed against her flying hair and landed heavily on the muddy ground, splashing a splash of blood.
Then there were more sounds like heavy objects falling, and sporadic, painful sex sounds.
The saint's beautiful blue pupils contracted, and a large amount of blood from the sky soaked her whole body. She was instantly dyed red, and her beautiful eyebrows were covered in blood, and she looked up at the sky significantly.
The wet clothes were tightly attached to the exquisite body, the flat belly, the soft and protruding breasts, and the alluring waist like flower buds.
From a distance, the blood-soaked saint was even more beautiful, soft and affectionate than before.
There is nothing better than the pleasure of defiled purity.
"So you understand?"
The God of Darkness was talking to himself, his blood-colored pupils were fixed on the saint's expression of losing her soul, and her fingers with pointed nails moved to her chest, exerting a little force.
The tight and tough honey-colored chest was broken open, revealing red flesh and white bones, and a large amount of blood gushed out, but as if he couldn't feel the pain, he pinched the beating heart of God and took it out fiercely.
Blood splatter.
The divine blood carrying great power flowed into the lower realm, bringing howls of pain.
He suddenly didn't realize it, and said to the throbbing heart in the palm of his hand: "Do you understand? Human beings are such humble, humble and fragile creatures."
"They are small, hateful, and disgusting. They are bedbugs that I can easily crush to death. Compared with the vastness and greatness of the gods, they are not worth mentioning."
"No god can fall in love with a man, which is more absurd than falling in love with a speck of dust."
"So don't hurt anymore."
"Calm down, don't hurt anymore."