Knight of the Light

In the sky of the stucco village, thunder and thunder, lightning flashes, and the coercion of coercion drove everyone in the village to the ground. Even if the noble is like the main sacrifice of Mursi, this will also be a head to the ground, before the prestige rolled fart and urinate, support hard, can not take care of themselves.

Better than the main sacrifice is so unbearable, the other humans and goblins present are even worse. Fortunately, he was able to faint on the spot. Many souls collapsed under the coercion and became idiots.

It is terrible that this mighty power is so indifferent to me. It just comes fast, and it goes fast. Before Mursi loudly praised the greatness of the tyrannical god, Bann took the initiative to retreat in the wrestling and regained his power.

Hundreds of bodies were laid down in the open space of the stucco village, and humans and goblins were mixed together. Waiting for the main priest to feel the power of the divine leave, his chest was loose, the whole village was dead, even the burning bonfire became silent.

It took a while before the main sacrifice of Morsi found that his ears were bleeding and temporarily deaf. He looked at the equally embarrassing goblin shaman. The two big men faced the messy scene and smiled bitterly. Does this blood sacrifice be a success or a failure?

The **** of tyranny has just been resurrected, rebuilding the kingdom of God. However, its power did not return to its heyday. In the contest with the mysterious black hand, it was unable to maintain its power for a long time, and it had to give up on its own initiative.

But how can the dignity of the gods endure their sacrifices being forcibly seized? Withdrawing his might, Bann immediately issued a shrine to Mursi and Zul. Grey to kill the blasphemy who disturbed the blood sacrifice. He must retaliate!

revenge? It is natural to take revenge.

The blasphemer should strip his skin, torture his flesh, burn his bones, and torture his soul. Let him endless pain in extreme despair.

The main sacrifice and the shaman were still strangling, but the blood pool suddenly burst. Laosius, who had just entered the blood pool, stepped out of the mist of the sky. He was originally considered by Morsi's men, but his image changed greatly at this moment.

A black-faced pothole, two inches of fangs sticking out of his lips, Douda's eyes stared fiercely, and his fur was clearly a monster. His face was gaunt and burly, and he had grown a few laps before standing in front of Mursey, who had to look up.

"In the blood sacrifice, my lord told me of your dissatisfaction with you. It commanded me to command the forces of the church in the Black Forest, and you must now obey my orders." At the moment, Oldus was like a ghost, with an unquestionable command .

Behind Lao Xiusi, dozens of followers who followed him also changed their images, all with red eyes, demonized flesh, and covering the bone armor. His expression was full of fanaticism in the end to death, completely without reason and humanity.

Morcy could feel the tide-like dark force on Oldus's body, and he felt in his heart. Bann was really angry. In order to avenge the blasphemy, Oldus and his men were strengthened by the tyrannical god.

At first glance, this transformation was at the expense of life. The old Xiussi group was afraid that they could not live for more than half a month. But within half a month, their inhuman existence was the strongest force in the Black Forest. Mursi could only bow his head slightly, indicating his obedience.

"My Lord's order, I shall obey it. His Excellency, I do not know how we can investigate the mysterious black hand who has just blasphemed my Lord?" Murcy naturally left the problem to the newly-acquired Old Xius.

"Our Lord has made it clear that the **** blasphemer is the leader of the resistance forces in the Rat Rat Village, a guy named Victor Hugo. We will kill it directly tomorrow, as long as the village is leveled, all problems will be resolved naturally."

Lao Xiusi's tone was violent, simple and rude, but also crisp and clear. His eyes were already red with blood, with a bitter ferocity.

Mursi naturally did not object, but he secretly muttered: "Fools can now guess that this has something to do with the 'Allied Forces' in the Black Forest. But a blasphemer who dared to go to the blood sacrifice site and grab the food directly"

The main sacrifice master and the goblin shaman looked at each other, and there was a little tacit understanding in the heart of the temporary human force that was afraid that it was completely different from what we expected. It is better for such an unknown enemy to let others test it out.

The **** of tyranny is furious and the oracle is issued for revenge. Zhou Qingfeng, who caused all this, is still in deep sleep. He took a risk and tried to save poor Sophia. But he was not completely successful.

Zhou Qingfeng was able to provide Sofia with food and clothing and other entities, but was unable to pull external entities into his information network, pulling away the soul of the little girl.

But no matter how Zhou Qingfeng did his best, there was no way to directly confront a god. Unless the gods felt that they were lowering the might of the gods just to rob a weak soul, it was too much for them, and they gave up the fight on their own initiative.

Zhou Qingfeng insisted that Sophia's weak soul appeared in his information network, or entered his mind. The little girl was still unkempt, and her thin body was still shaking, panic-stricken.

"Don't be afraid, I'm Victor, Victor who brought you food." Zhou Qingfeng crouched down and faced the little girl, "I'm sorry I couldn't save your life. My promises were missed, really very sorry."

The little girl froze for a long time, unable to speak. She wasn't really as indifferent as she was before she died, let alone lifeless death. It was just too helpless to face the power of helplessness. It was the suffering of extreme fear.

Whenever she has a choice, she still wants to live.

Zhou Qingfeng declared his identity and coaxed for a long time. Sofia relaxed and burst into tears. But now she is in a state of soul, only Zhou Qingfeng can hear the cry, and the tears flow out is nothing more than a blur.

"Victor, what is this place? Am I still alive?" Sophia asked pitifully. She touched her neck, and the knife that cut her neck before she died was the shadow of her life.

"I can't describe your current state either. You have lost your body and only your soul exists. Where you are is the space in my mind. And I, really, just an ordinary person, can do little.

Zhou Qingfeng probably described his concept of information network, and the little girl naturally did not understand. But she soon stopped crying, but instead accepted her current situation and said at most weakly, "Victor, will you keep me, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I will go hungry and freeze in the future?"

"Soul state, there seems to be no need for this."

"Ah, that's a good thing. I always wished I could never be hungry and cold, and now my wish is fulfilled."

Instead, the little girl rejoiced and grinned bitterly. Zhou Qingfeng was panicked in his heart. He reached out and gently touched Sophia's hair. The dirty and messy hair became bright and supple under the control of his mind.

"Is this magic?" Sophia was still a little scared, but a little curious.

"No, you are in my mind, I can decide what you look like." Zhou Qingfeng reached out and stroked the little girl's face. The soiled skinny face became cleaner.

Soon, the rotten clothes turned into simple dresses, and bare little feet put on shoes. The dark fingers were much cleaner, and the dirt in the fingers also disappeared.

This is like a normal little girl.

But it's not good enough. No matter how hard Zhou Qingfeng works, there is no way to make the little girl happy.

"It's amazing." Sophia was surprised by her change. She touched the skirt corner of her dress, stepped on her beautiful new shoes, and thanked weakly: "Thank you, Victor, I like it very much. This is what I wear The best clothes. "

When the little girl was happy, she kissed Zhou Qingfeng's face and kissed, shy and shy, "Victor, you are such a good person. If I can, I would like to repay you."

Zhou Qingfeng just smiled bitterly, but his heart was sore. He didn't need the little girl to repay, he only needed the other person to live well, but this requirement was too extravagant.

As a soul, the little girl may be able to coexist with Zhou Qingfeng, but she will never grow up again.

Sophia carefully showed her changes, and after a while noticed Zhou Qingfeng's countless information flow in the information network space. She asked curiously, "What are these?"

"It is a prayer in the Black Forest." Zhou Qingfeng probably explained the concept of information flow. "Most of them are poor people. They live in pain and always want help.

I contact these people in the name of "Holy Light", comfort them, guide them, and gather summary information. This information may seem inconspicuous, but it is actually very valuable. But now there is too much information flow, I can't finish it. "

"Really?" Sophia looked at the links in different colors. Although she didn't understand the information flow, she was curious to reach out to a red information flow.

After a moment, the little girl shouted joyfully: "Victor, I can also listen to these streams of information. They do tell a lot of things, maybe I can help you. I would love to do these things.

Please, let me do something for you. I know I'm just a kid and I won't satisfy you. If I don't understand, please teach me. If I don't do well, you can punish it. I will definitely work very hard, please give me a chance. "

In the face of this pitiful request, Uncle Zhou was a little bit unsure of how to respond. Should I hire a child laborer who does not spend money to be a 24-hour customer service? Will this be too much!