Cthulhu Gonfalon

In the small town public cemetery above a simple little tomb, the invisible male looked at the tombstone engraved with "Mr. Xiong buried here, he is a good man", deeply sighed.

The cause of death of the MK2 is very common... One day he was shopping on the side of the road, and a frightened and mad cow ran straight into the air, and he was about to hit the old man selling vegetables, so he rushed to push the old man away. However, he was hit by a violent ran, and he died on the spot.

There is nothing unacceptable about this method of death. He asks himself, and it is not a bad way to die in order to save people.

Just... I always feel a little sorry.

The task of experiencing life and deeply understanding the values ​​of people's moral values ​​in the world has not been completed yet!

He thought for a while and made another avatar.

Still carrying the memory of his earth, but after a slight adjustment, from the weak scholar to the agile big man, such as the origin and the like also finely adjusted to avoid the overlap with the former "Mr. Happening.

Of course, higher language is still needed.

"With such a skill, you should not be killed because of such a small thing." Watching "The Crossing MK3" settled in a small village as a "lost traveler" and became a lumberjack, he Quietly nodded and left with confidence.

Back at the playground, he began to ponder the problem of making a body for Ovella.

First of all, the centaur body is definitely not working!

This is not only a need for confidentiality, but also a need for security.

There are of course orcs and half-orcs in the playground - mainly semi-orcs, and the orcs are lions and bears, respectively, steel lions and silent warriors. But he can be sure and sure, there is absolutely no centaur in the entire playground!

The Centaur is a relatively closed nation. Except for the jihad of the orcs, they rarely leave the prairie. Even if some of the half-human beings become half-orcs, changing their beliefs and flying high, most of them will soon become believers of the demon "God of the Centaur" because of the influence of blood, breaking into the abyss and becoming a demon.

Therefore, the half-human horses that roam the mainland of the main plane are not without, but only few, and very little.

There is a sudden half-human in the playground, it will be eye-catching, not good, not good!

And Ovella's strength is so strong, it needs Joe and the cream to join hands, plus the conspiracy to calculate, in order to kill her. If she regains her strength, if there is a mess, it will be a big mess!

Imagine, a distance from the legendary realm, comparable to Leon before the Battle of Gals, and also good at spells... such a sabot, playing a good fight in the playground, What are the results of throwing a wide range of killing spells everywhere?

Yan Xiong shook his head and drove away the horrible imagination from his mind.

"Well, be a body that is not so destructive!"

He pondered a bit and decided to be a personal body.

About two hours later, in the world that was shielded by the power of the soul, Ovella saw the new body that Yuxiong prepared for himself.

"...isn't this right?" she said.

"Where is it wrong?" asked Xiongxiong.

"I am a centaur. How is this a personal class?"

"There is no half-man in my playground. Suddenly there is a centaur or something. It is too conspicuous."

Ovella indulged and asked: "This woman is a little short and looks not strong enough."

She stressed: "Humans will stop, at least it should be a little stronger. This woman is thin and stunned, and the whole body up and down may be a hundred pounds. It can be scraped off when the wind blows... At least two hundred pounds. Above!"

"Please consider her height. If this head is two hundred pounds, it is not a round!"

"Then raise your head a little higher!" Ovella fingered the top of the body with a gravitational pull against the ground. "I count this mane and barely reach my chest. This head is too Miserable!"

"Just be a lecturer. Isn't it going to fight people to kill and kill? Is it so high?"

“It’s very inconvenient to be short!” Ovella emphasized, “I tell people about the pastor and the priest’s knowledge. I always want to talk about the production of the gods, the podium and the specifications of the altar... and so on. Look at this woman, Standing behind the podium, you can't see it with a slight bend..."

"I can't see it, at least I can see the mane on her head."

"What is the use of seeing a hair!"

Yan Xiong laughed twice and hurriedly shifted the topic: "But you see, she is very beautiful. And not as weak as a normal human woman, in fact, the muscles are also very strong..."

"People haven't got my shots high, and my muscles are strong and have a fart!" Ovella said disdainfully, "This kind of woman, I can hit a group with a charge!"

"You have all turned to be a civilian, and what about combat strength?"

"Can't be like this! It's short and small, and there are no tails. It's a miserable..."

"...humans have no tails."

"There are no tails, too ugly..." Ovella looked sad, "My handsome golden tail..."

When the heroic action was made, the wave of the tentacle waved, and the long hair of the three-legged scorpion that had been complicated into the British style was unleashed, and replaced with a free-spirited single pony tail.

"Look, the golden tail," he said.

Ovella sighed deeply, too lazy to argue with this abominable jellyfish.

She can see it, no matter how she protests, this guy will never adjust the body again.

The next day, the Void Masked Church added a female lecturer called Pan Zhuo.

Although this surname seems to have never been heard, this masculine beauty lecturer quickly attracted everyone's attention. She has a broad knowledge and sharp words, and her skills are unambiguous. What's especially interesting is that the blond hair on the top of her head often changes according to mood. When she is in a good mood, she will stand up high. When she is in a bad mood, she will hang down, just like a barometer.

The priests in the church, who were half-brows, soon fell in love with the female teacher who looked like a fifteen or six-year-old girl. It is said that there are people who spend money to find a bard who usually sings on the playground square. Ge, please insist on the self-proclaimed "Shuarie von Stolovski Franz" to help write a love letter, and then give it to her.

It is a pity that although the teacher Pan Zhuo, who received the love letter, did not open it even after the dismantling, they took the materials to demonstrate the survival skills such as “firewood and fire”.

When the smoky smoke rises from the thin planks that have been broken into pieces of wood, it is not known how many innocent boys' glass hearts are broken.

"Looks like she is very adapted to the new environment." Stealing outside the lecture hall, watching Ovella wield the pointer, and screaming at the idiots who did not learn to follow the astronomical and seasonal prayer plates. Can't help but laugh.

He can see that Ovella seems to be furious and has actually been greatly impressed.

Although this body can't exert all her strength, even if she can only play it out, she can cut off the bones of the person as long as she plays it seriously. The problem is only to break a few roots and need a doctor. Still a pastor.

Solved this problem, he negotiated with the souls of several other high-ranking priests.

Regrettably, these high-ranking priests are really not in the oil, and two of them even intend to blew their souls. In the end, Yuxiong had to re-seal them in the gemstones and ask them to sleep well.

After dealing with the six priests, this year is almost autumn.

The autumn is high and the crops are harvested. It is also the time when many churches hold grand celebrations.

The Void Mask Church will also hold a celebration ceremony at this time. They will pray at the great altar of the sacred, and let the believers who have died in the past year still be resurrected with great love.

Although there are not many believers who can really be resurrected every year, and many churches can't compare the resurrection with enough money, but the resurrection ceremony of the Void Mask Church is more pure and closer to the lives of believers. .

...or it can be said to be more straightforward. Except in this church, ordinary civilians are absolutely impossible to have the chance to be resurrected.

"Under the false mask, your approach is not wise." As a believer of the iron hoof, the now-named Pan Zhuo's Ovella certainly does not participate in the big festival of the Void Mask Church, she and Snowflake et al. The same, watching the festival far away. And when she saw a dead person regaining Su Sheng, reinventing the body in the ashes burning the body of cattle and sheep on the altar, squatting down, and crying with the long-awaited relatives, this super professional The priesthood could not help but criticize this.

“Where is not wise?” asked a man who was separated here to ask curiously.

"As a god, majesty is more important than grace. You should first give the believer a heavy pressure, and then give a little favor, it is enough to maintain a devout faith." Ovella said, "people are like cattle and horses, eating too much will get sick of."

"In total, less than one-tenth of the deceased can be resurrected. How can they talk about 'fullness'?"

"The resurrection of this kind of grace can only be obtained after coping with great dedication. You see them, which one made a great dedication?" Ovella shook his head and said, "These people are just the cornerstone of your church, not much more, less. A lot. You should use the great power more for those who are strong and extremely devout believers, and should not be wasted on them."

"But they really need this kind of favor." Yan Xiong said with a smile, "If my strength is not enough, then if there is enough power, then I will help you."

Ovella turned her head, like an emerald-eyed eye, watching the floating jellyfish of the same color as her pupil.

She didn't say a word, but she looked at Yuxiong very seriously and looked at it for a long time, until he was uncomfortable and spoke again.

"From the perspective of a clergyman, I want to criticize you because naive practices are not sustainable," she said. "However, from a mortal perspective, I hope that your naive approach will last forever."

"As far as my personal experience is concerned, this naive approach is nothing but a fleeting dream. But before I go to my country, I will help those who are as naive as you, let this dream come true. Can do it longer."

"Okay!" Yan Xiong smiled. "That's it, you are more fueled."

"no problem."