Bright Era

In the manor, Etreis tilted her head to look at a group of awkwardly fluttering wings and moving legs, but they could only spin around on the ground. The eyes of these chicken cubs were filled with the despair and horror that only humans had, and they could faintly hear a few weird syllables similar to the lingua franca of the Western mainland in their wailing.

"It turns out that when the human soul is sent into a different kind of body, it can't control the new body well."

Etreis squatted on the ground, picked up a little chicken cub and looked at it for a while, and then broke its neck with a'click': "Send these little chickens to the kitchen, make a stew every day, etc. My father is back and I will give my father a tonic."

The maids were already trembling with fright. Just now, Etreis forced the souls of those who invaded the manor into the bodies of these chicken boys. The desperate curses and sharp screams of those souls scared them into incontinence on the spot.

Now hearing the evil and weird command from Etreis, the maids were as if they had seen the devil king, their minds were blank, they just nodded their heads and grabbed the little chickens one by one and put them in a cage. Sent into the kitchen.

Etreis turned her head and looked at the sky outside the window, and a fluffy cloud slowly slipped through the air. Etrice frowned suddenly, and she said to herself: "This is the place my father prepared for me. My father has not come back and the enemy has come. Why is this? My father said he will come back soon, but why He has not come back until now?"

Walking slowly to the window, Etrice's pupils suddenly expanded, almost filling her entire eye socket. She stared at Berrily's direction, and the fire of life of all creatures within a hundred li appeared in her vision.

The mass of heat that belonged to Mr. Mo was like magma and thick as a solution of gold. The brilliant and dazzling fire of life left clear traces in the air. These traces set off from the main entrance of the manor and rushed all the way to the hunting palace on the west side of Berelli. In the hunting palace, the fire of life of Mr. Mo suddenly dimmed, and then dozens of powerful fires of life surrounded Mr. Mo, all the way. As he returned to Berrily, he entered directly into Shenghui Cathedral.

After the fire of life of Mr. Mo entered the belly of the mountain below Shenghui Cathedral, it suddenly disappeared. Obviously, a powerful magical barrier blocked all breath leakage. However, no matter how powerful the church is and how wonderful the magic arts it has mastered, no one, including the Three Yuanzong, would have thought that there would be people in this world who could directly see the fire of a person’s life with the “naked eye”. Traces left in the air, and then trace a person's whereabouts.

"Father, was it taken away?" Etrice's long hair floated one by one again, and a palpable evil force roared crazily in her body: "The church... the verdict. So... the burnt frame... the mother who was burned to death... is it the father now?"

"All the clergy are damned!" Etrice shook her body, and when she appeared next time, she had already arrived outside the gate of the manor. Then her body shook again, and she went straight to the north gate of Berrily.

The several Berrely city guards stationed here subconsciously yelled at Etreis who appeared out of thin air. Their bodies suddenly shook, their souls let out a sharp wailing, and an invisible flame slammed their The soul burned to ashes, and they fell softly to the ground at the same time.

In the next moment, Etreis appeared at the foot of Mount Saint-Hermit in Berrely. In front of her was the Cathedral of Saint-Herald, which was built one after another along the mountain, and hundreds of large and small shrines. Inlaid on the mountain like a bonsai, wide golden stairs connect these large and small temples, and the patrons of each temple are lined up to patrol the stone steps.

Because of the precedent that the Black Tiger family disguised themselves and mixed into Shenghui Cathedral and beheaded all the clergy on Shenghui Mountain, today's Shenghui Mountain is several times stronger than the Victory Palace when it comes to the outer guard force.

Hundreds of paladins from twelve different temples, wearing various armors, were stationed at the entrance of Shenghui Mountain. When they saw a petite and delicate girl in black suddenly appeared in the air, they all exclaimed. There was a sound, and then they pulled out their weapons one after another.

"All the clergy should die!"

Etrex squeezed her small fist, then struck forward with an understatement. Countless black rays of light spewed from her fist, and the void was divided into numerous large and small sashes. Hundreds of the strongest patrons with the saint's lower-tier combat power could not even activate the magical body protection. Their armor, weapons, body and soul were cut into countless pieces in an instant.

"Death is your best destination, just like your gods, fall into eternal sleep!"

Etrice muttered in a low voice, and then she walked into Shenghui Mountain along the **** corridor step by step with her hands behind her back. Her little boots were soaked in blood, and every step she made left a clear **** footprint on the ground. She walked in step by step with a stiff, expressionless smile.

The first shrine near the foot of Shenghui Cathedral, a small deputy **** Hurricane God subordinate to the God of the Sea, suddenly heard a faint "puff" sound, and soon a large amount of blood flowed down the temple. The steps in front of the door vented down, and the more than 500 clergy who remained in the temple were killed by Etreis in an instant.

Humming to an ancient lullaby that was popular in the Western Continent at least five hundred years ago, Etrice walked up the winding road with blood step by step. Only countless black lights flashed along the way, and all the clergy who stopped in front of her, whether they were powerful cardinals or powerful priests and apprentices, were cut into countless pieces.

What is shocking is that there are many saint-level masters among the people Etres killed, but every time Etres makes a shot, it does not attract the attention of Void Eye. She almost invaded Mount Shenghui quietly like a **** of death, and wherever she passed, the souls of countless priests were torn to pieces by her.

"All priests deserve to die... Whoever burns his mother to death, deserve to die!"

Etrice's beautiful **** eyes have turned into a weird red, and her white eyes are covered with a deep black like night. She walked gently and skillfully on the Panshan Road. Behind her, hundreds of temples continued to flow out a large amount of blood. The red blood plasma slowly slid down the cliff of Shenghui Mountain, and half of the mountain was stained. red.

Inside the mountain belly of Shenghui Mountain, in a narrow stone chamber, Mr. Mo was stripped of only a pair of underpants, and he was tied to a stone table, three Yuanzong and Wright Chenxi, etc. The great figures of the Temple of Power surrounded him, examining the various objects that escaped from his pocket space ring.

Perhaps this is the wonder of fate. This stone room is the one where Lin Qi was imprisoned and beaten back then. And Mr. Mo was imprisoned here today, and his situation is a million times more dangerous than Lin Qi back then.

Lin Qi was only imprisoned by Gerdas, who had just reincarnated, and the celestial strength of Gerdas. But now surrounding Mr. Mo, not to mention the big figures who play a decisive role in several powerful temples, the three Yuanzongs alone are inhuman beings.

Mr. Mo’s space ring has a large capacity. It stores a large number of gold coins, blue gold coins, a large number of magic crystals and magic gems, and some are pre-engraved. As long as enough magic crystals are inlaid, powerful magic can be exerted. Array.

The three Yuanzong turned a blind eye to these priceless wealth. At their level, secular wealth and ordinary treasures, even ordinary semi-sacred artifacts, could not attract their attention. They just threw these things all over the floor, constantly taking out new things from the ring.

Some of the ledgers of the Queshan Hermit Society have been abandoned; some of Mr. Mo’s personal correspondence were thrown by a Yuanzong to the elder of the temple of a temple of dawn next to him, and asked him to explain to them one by one. A careful study of the word.

Then came the research scrolls of several bookcases. All of Mr. Mo's research experience in occult medicine was recorded on these heavy parchments. The three Yuanzong raised their eyebrows in surprise: "Good things are more profound than the Temple of Pharmacy. The heresy of the gods' enlightenment is truly unmatched in terms of occult medicine."

Mr. Mo closed his eyes, he took a deep breath, despair enveloping his soul, but because of his wit, he didn't know how to get out at this moment. Of course, he still has a wonderful way to get out, but that is a last resort he is not willing to use.

A few thick copies of Chuang Shenlu were taken out, and a Yuanzong sneered: "Chuang Shenlu, a humble and small human being, is not sure of the true way of power, and he wants to touch the gods. Realm, what arrogant ambition this is!"

Mr. Mo also sneered, humble human? maybe! Not grasping the real power? Perhaps!

But he has partially succeeded, hasn't he? Etrice is his brainchild, and this is his achievement.

The same thing was taken out of the ring, suddenly, the three Yuanzong's bodies stiffened at the same time, and they turned their heads to look towards the entrance of the stone chamber. Large swaths of viscous blood are spouting down the steps in front of the stone chamber. At least the blood of thousands of people must be gathered together to form such a spectacular blood spring like a small waterfall.

The blood ‘gurgled’ into the stone room, and soon an inch thick plasma was accumulated in the small stone room.

"What's going on?" A Yuanzong asked dryly: "Has the main cathedral, where the church rules the religious power of a country, become a place for people to come and go?"

Mr. Mo's body suddenly stiffened, and then he struggled violently. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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