"Excuse me, the priest you are talking about is such a lady?"
The young man looked serious, stretched out his palms, palms down, everyone saw a cloud of dust gathered between his palm and the ground, and the shimmering debris was spinning to form a picture, exactly what Hippamira looked like.
"Ah, sister priest." The little boy was surprised.
The young man raised his head and looked at the crowd: "My name is Brando, a friend of Hippamilla, please tell me where is she?"
"Are you her lord?"
The young man Brando nodded.
"You will save her, won't you?" the girl with thick eyebrows asked cautiously.
In her eyes, the young man, although his clothes were worn out and worn badly, had an indescribable temperament on his body, as if the court knights outside Sarphos Gate were calm and good-talking. Besides, his skin is white and delicate, and it doesn't look like a civilian at first glance.
"What's up with her?"
"Ms. Hippamilla was stopped by the monster in order to protect us." The big man looked at Brando with some alertness, and replied in an urn voice.
"What kind of monster?" Brando asked again, "Where?"
"First, sir," a voice came from behind everyone, and everyone looked back in surprise and found that it was the young man in the black robe who spoke. The latter's head was covered with sweat, as if he was fished out of the water, he raised his hand and said to Brando: "I will take you."
Brando looked at each other, his eyes swept across the print and pattern of the black robe, "Black Fire Cultist?" he thought to himself. However, he knew that the Black Fire Cultists had many low-level congregations, most of whom were blind people who were bewitched, so he didn't care about it, and just replied: "No, tell me what kind of monster it is?"
Everyone's heart sank, thinking about when is this, this young man is still in the mood to ask this and that
The girl with thick eyebrows furrowed her brows, and her eyes showed an irresistible look of contempt. She probably regarded Brando as those common aristocratic young people-on the surface, she was handsome, but she was actually greedy for life and fear of death. How terrible his monster is, he must find an excuse to shirk it.
If it hadn't been for the old grandmother on the side to gently hold her hand, the girl could not help but sarcastically.
Brando didn't think so much. As a qualified soldier, first understand that the enemy is a basic skill, otherwise it would not be saving people, but himself.
He knew that there were not many monsters that could threaten Hippamila in this city, and whether it was a nightmare, the evil god Frederic or something else, it could also pose a threat to him, and he had to proceed with caution.
From the more or less suspicion of these people, Brando still understood their thoughts and couldn't help shook his head, but did not explain, because there was no need to explain.
He waited for answers from everyone.
"We didn't see the monster's appearance clearly, but we saw a lot of things like octopus tentacles rising from the ground." The young cultist replied. He was the only one present and didn't think Brando was cowering. He didn't move forward, he was even a little scared, not long ago this face was the biggest nightmare in his heart.
"Tentacles, what kind of tentacles?"
"Each one is taller than a two-story house. It's thick and thin with a single person, and there are many faces on it." The young man replied after thinking about it for a while.
"That's the evil god Frederic." Brando already knew in his heart.
"What did he say, Cthulhu Frederic?" There were several low voices from the crowd. The legend of the angel Akroma was widely circulated in the Banker area. As the other half of this legend, the Cthulhu Frederic was obviously here. Regions are also the best method mothers use to scare bear children.
Or to put it another way, almost everyone in this area grew up in the shadow of the Great Demon King, and Mr. Fedridge will always ride the night to abduct the disobedient children, or It was to snatch their trivial objects such as candy, new clothes, pillows, and so on. In terms of the degree of labor, Lord Cthulhu might surpass Lord Holy See to be crowned the most busy man in the imperial capital.
And its name is naturally deeply ingrained in people's minds.
"The evil god they summoned turned out to be..." The young cultist paled and almost sat down on the ground. It could be seen that he had long been suspicion in his heart, but he didn't dare to confirm it.
"What he said is true?" Someone grabbed his collar and asked viciously.
But the girl with thick eyebrows did not look here. She thought in her heart: "Cthulhu Frederic, this excuse is really good. He will definitely find a way to get rid of it. The Lord Priest has such a lord is really worthless. ." She looked at Brando contemptuously, seeing the latter as the most useless second generation ancestor in her eyes.
Brando watched the crowd pushing up and was about to use force on the young man, and immediately interrupted them first: "Where is the monster? I mean where did you separate from Hippamilla?"
His question made the girl with thick eyebrows startled slightly. She thought that the former was about to leave soon, but her preconceived disgust immediately made her explain to herself: "Look how long you can pretend to..."
The disheveled young man hurriedly broke away from the people who had questioned him and came to Brando, and replied breathlessly, "Sir, I know, it's here in the direction of due south, less than three blocks away. ."
Brando took a look over there. Before that, he had thoroughly studied the terrain of the Rušta area, and immediately asked: "That is the east side of December Square, where there is a weapons workshop run by a dwarf. ,Right?"
Everyone couldn't help taking a look at Brando in amazement. They probably didn't expect a foreigner to know Rushta so much. If it weren't for the big guys, many of them didn't know that there was a weapon shop there, even if they were big guys. I also know very little about the owner of the weapons workshop.
"Yes, yes," the young believer quickly replied, and at the same time asked: "My lord, do you need me to lead the way? I'm not afraid of danger."
Brando glanced at him, shook his head, thinking that you are not afraid of danger, but I have to beware that you are a black fire cultist, not to mention that he really doesn't need it.
He pondered for a moment, and it seemed to everyone hesitating. The contempt in the eyes of the girl with thick eyebrows became more obvious. Even the young believer beside him sank, thinking that the lord is really planning to escape.
However, the latter also slightly agrees. After all, it is the evil god Frederic, and that is a real god-just like them, what can you do as a mortal in the past
Brando didn't even bother to care about the opinions of these people. He closed his eyes, and his perception of space had spread like water, spreading across an area of several kilometers in an instant. This is exactly the new ability of his element after the peak of the promotion law, time and space control and time and space perception.
If at this moment there are strong people of the Golden Order or Elemental Order in the nearby streets, they will see such a wonderful scene, the lines of laws seem to have life, and they are coming to life through the streets. Lane, and tracing back to their source, you will find that the dense silver threads have converged into a huge light cocoon, and the sparkling information stream converges from all directions and is incorporated into Brando's mind.
It's a pity that all the people present at this moment are ordinary people, and they can't see the line of the spectacular silver law that surrounds Brando at this moment. Only the big knight is vaguely aware. He is still looking around, suspecting that he has an illusion.
He had learned some knowledge about the elements from his father, but those things were too high-pitched. It is said that his grandfather’s father’s generation only had ancestors who had barely touched the element’s manifestation. I never thought that the young man in front of me would be a master at the elemental realm.
Obviously, how is this possible
Everyone spent a long time in their doubts, during which the girl with thick eyebrows tried to speak several times, but was stopped by the old grandmother.
"Grandma Ogis, this man..." She couldn't help being a little angry.
The old man only shook his head to the young girl. Offending the nobleman would cause much trouble to the family. She lived to this age and saw too much. She couldn't still be fooled by this little girl, not to mention it was unnecessary, although she felt sorry for the approachable lady priest in her heart.
The girl with thick eyebrows seemed to respect the old grandmother, so she closed her mouth and sulked.
A few seconds later, Brando finally opened his eyes again. Just when people thought that the noble young master had already considered a decent scene and retreat, he just raised his head and said to the sky:
"About two thousand seven hundred meters, you can see it too."
Everyone raised their heads, and there was a dark night sky above their heads. However, they were reflected red by the fire in the city, but apart from the billowing smoke and sparks flying in the sky, there was nothing there.
There was no response from the void.
Only Brando's flat voice echoed on the empty street, as if it were taken for granted.
Everyone couldn't help but looked at him strangely, wondering if this aristocratic young master's face was so thin that he couldn't find an excuse that his brain was burned out
"Very well, now that I saw it," Brando opened his mouth for a moment: "Three streets south from here, aim at the weapon shop of Old Sadin, give me a blow first!"
Before everyone had time to ask what was going on, suddenly, a thin gold thread was reflected in their eyes.
Everyone was stunned—
Even the girl with thick eyebrows who was about to question her could not help but subconsciously stop her mouth.
The golden line descended from above the clouds and ran through the night sky. The clouds slowly rotated to form a vortex at its starting point. As soon as the golden line fell vertically, it fell straight to a certain position in the city of Rushta.
If they read it right, that's where they came from three blocks south.
Frederic, who was sneering, suddenly froze.
Andersa in the distance also looked up at the golden thread hanging from the sky. She didn't know the angel Akroma, but she knew such a method.
This golden line connects the constellations of the war dragon Tiamat and the platinum dragon god Bahamut, and someone is directly mobilizing their power.
This is extraordinary human power.
Unless two dragons of the world come in person, only the highest authority can mobilize such a blow, is it Martha? Or the holy spear sky
But none of them—
A golden holy sword's emblem was reflected in Anderson's eyes, which was gleaming and hung alone on the peaks of the mountains.
One of the twelve patriarchs of the tree shepherd retreated subconsciously.
An extremely uneasy feeling enveloped Fedridge, that feeling was too familiar, I don't know how long ago, the same terrifying breath almost wiped him out in a single blow.
"Akroma!"
It uttered a terrible scream, and its huge body shrank down instantly, as if its countless tentacles were about to go back under the ground immediately.
But it is still one step too late.
Right in front of Hippamira, the girl’s eyes reflected a cloud of golden light falling along the golden line. In her smiling eyes, the golden light poured directly into the ground, with a loud bang, and a continuous flash of light followed the entire line. The street spread forward.
Numerous mud and slabs were lifted from the ground, and Fedric's tentacles under the ground were retreating at a speed visible to the naked eye, but they were still caught up by the flash of explosion. The tentacles seemed to swell, and then the whole thing exploded. Suddenly, more and more tentacles were blown off and flew into the sky, and the flash continued to move forward, like a sharp knife slashing through the ground, and soon Frederick Qi's body was exposed in the open air.
It's a very ugly, twisted mass of flesh, like millions of human bodies mixed together, tangled in each other. Fortunately, this sickening scene had only just been revealed and was hit head-on by a glint of golden light, and in the midst of an earth-shattering scream, the meat mass completely burst, turning into a full-blown blood droplet and minced meat, and then fell in waves.
It was like a rain of blood.
"You attacked me, Akroma!" Fedridge's voice weakened for an unknown amount of time, and it yelled bitterly: "You follow, and I will get revenge soon!"
Then the humming sound disappeared completely.
The people who had witnessed this scene from thousands of meters away were completely stunned. They turned their heads stiffly and looked at this young man. If they thought that the other party was just an incompetent second-generation ancestor, now they couldn't help it. Begin to guess who the former is.
And what is that terrifying'spell' just now
But Brando didn't care about them at all. While pulling out his sword, he said to Void: "Your old opponent doesn't seem to be dead yet. Go chase him and I will deal with Andesa."
"Fredridge is a monster born from the blood of Gaia's mother. It is difficult to deal with. It is almost immortal as long as it comes into contact with soil and rocks. It is normal that it is not so easy to die. But these people summon it. The method is not right, it is very weak now, let alone my current opponent."
A slightly indifferent neutral voice replied in the void.