The Beast’s Blood Boils

"More than that, after learning the lessons of last year, we allocated a lot of leather jackets to the participating troops this year, because the night in the desert will be very cold, and we also distributed some insect repellents made by the Zuo Dannu toad witch doctor. \\M's first release\\ This time we focused in advance, and we have been training in the desert for nearly a month, including the details of carrying clear water, and the kingdom has re-made a batch of huge water bags sewn with cowhide." Prince Kahn Laughing.

"Since we have prepared so well, I believe we should have a good chance of winning." Liu shocked to throw away the ruler in his hand: "Then what are we waiting for? When will we leave? My Prince!"

"Mianxia will take a good night's rest. Tomorrow you and the Forward Corps will set off. As the saying goes, the soldiers are very fast. They have already fought against the desert humans last year. I believe that we will come this year and the other party will not be without any defense." Prince Kahn pressed the table and stood up slowly: "Under the crown, the legion you belong to is the vanguard of the army. I hope that the sharp blade of the Philippine warrior will bring the greatest good news to the kingdom!"

"No problem." Liu shocked and waved his hand with a big grin, and squinted at Prince Lionheart: "His Royal Highness, take the liberty to ask, is Prince Richard here this time?"

"His Royal Highness is also a Templar Knight. Of course, he will join the war. This time there are ten princes, not just one Highness Richard." Prince Kahn smiled and saluteed him, turned away and took a few. The generals walked to the staff members who were discussing intensely not far away and listened to various reports.

Liu Zhenshake sat in a chair and seemed a little dazed for a while. The three Jinpao priests knew that he was ready to compete with the prince, and secretly smirked in their hearts. This time, there is Prince Lionheart, who is in charge of the entire legion's action plan, and ten liger princes have joined. It seems that there is a good show.

After setting up a fake guest, the three chief priests also bid farewell to the divine comedy shaman, went to the arranged room in the side hall to rest, and left Liu Zhensha to hang there in a daze.

"Afraid?" Helen asked Liu shocked quietly.

"Afraid?" Liu Zhensheng laughed blankly: "Our logistics supplies are all arranged by Fei Lengcui. My clean water is contained in iron buckets, 500 gallons a can. Elder Andulan prepared a hundred buckets for me. Two hundred thousand pounds of clean water is enough to grow flowers in a bath. Not to mention food, the stocked bamboo rice and dried meat, frozen trout and frozen shrimp in the cold drink cabinet, scaring people to death in the space ring; the prince and No matter how Bull B the prince is, there is no way to plump my throat, right?"

"It doesn't mean that the logistics has stuck us. I'm worried that they will send you up as cannon fodder." Mo'er shook his head, looked at Prince Kahn who was discussing military affairs with the staff, and said in a low voice.

"No one can treat the sacrificial offerings of super-order beasts as cannon fodder, but we can always do it with slippery feet." Liu shocked and laughed.

"Cici's uncle, uncle and cousin have to be recruited. Their time is relatively short. It's okay. We don't want to call them back. The Vanguard Corps originally only had two wing teams, and I alone will bless them. More than enough. [m Rapid Update]" Helen smiled lightly: "We now need to increase the magician's attack power. No matter what, there is no problem if we can't beat us."

"If Master Puskas came with me to play the autumn wind, that would be great." Liu was shocked and sighed: "No! I have to send a flame text message quickly to urge Dragon City to transfer one hundred and fifty dragon men to me!"

"Let’s go, it’s important to choose five smarter young priests first." Helen stood up from the wooden pier and stretched out a lot: "Take them to the bottom of the world and call for high-level ones." Familiars can also come in handy, which makes it better to beg for yourself."

Liu Zhensha and Mo'er nodded, and stood up together. No one knows what will happen next year. Now that they can get some team members in their hands, the Demon Race will be more confident when they come.

"The eyes of that statue suddenly blinked." The little nun Zhen suddenly grabbed Liu's shocking arm nervously, and pointed to the statue of Mani.

"Where?" Liu Zhensha was taken aback. He immediately hid the little nun behind him, and stared at the statue of Mani for a long time. On the beautiful face covered by the faint flames of flames, there was a pupil. The reflection is indeed a bit grim, but it does not seem to blink.

"I can't understand the two flames that are burned with mermaid grease." Mo'er looked more and more angry: "I guess these fuel must be extracted from the bodies of twenty freshwater mermaids. The scale of Dida Temple is so huge, it must be the Ten Thousand Years Flame!"

"Damn, it's not easy to be uncomfortable! Smash it!" Liu shook with a grin and bends with one hand. The bloodline imperial force drove a heavy wooden pier, and "Kuang Dang" hit the arm of the goddess Mani. , A wooden pier flew out, followed by another.

There was a loud noise like the sky and the earth cracking, which shocked the Beamon officers in the whole temple. The dust from the beams of the room sprinkled their faces and countless bats swept across the hall. Smelly bat droppings filled military maps and sand tables.

In the splash of wood and stone, the two arms of the goddess Mani were smashed into bald wrists. The goddess Mani suddenly lost the light of the fire and fell into the gloom. His face looked a little ghostly because of the dark silhouette. .

The officers of Beamon looked at the divine comedy shaman in a daze, wondering what he wanted to do. The Aegean Continent is a continent with many gods. Generally speaking, the act of blasphemy is just a verbal expression. It is a bit too radical to smash people's temples. There are so many ancient temple sites on the whole continent that have been well preserved, and it is precisely that most people are unwilling to blaspheme a **** so blatantly.

The arm of the Goddess Mani is obviously hollow, and a large amount of flying grease turns into a sky full of blue sparks, fluttering like catkins, the blue and blurred firelight shining on the wall next to the goddess, one by one is described in the common language of mainland China. The poetry is looming.

Due to the short distance, the freshwater mermaid's grease floated in the air as light as catkins. A large group of Beamon staff officers surrounded them curiously, tilting their heads to appreciate these poems. At the venue, Bimeng is mostly aristocratic, arty, or scholarly, and has some appreciation for poetry.

Without exception, these poems are basically all praising the brilliance and greatness of the goddess Mani. The hippo poets frantically curled their lips when they read them. O'Neill thought that he could write a poem in 15 seconds and was worthless.

There is a poem with the inscription "Listening to the completion of the Temple of Oedi". The font is large and heavy, as if it were written in blood. The handwriting has become sauce-black with a little scarlet base over time. Lulu, because the artistic conception has outstanding elegance in these poems, many aristocratic officers suddenly chanted, even O'Neill couldn’t help but applaud:

"The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring~

It is the sky and the ground clouds crumbled among the floating algae, precipitating rainbow-like dreams~

A boat full of mermaids, singing in the stars~

Look for? Hold a long rod and walk back to the place where the river grass is greener~

Xia Chong is silent for me, because I have gained again~

Tonight the glorious holy fire hymn of the temple of Oedi~

Destined to resound as the Goddess of Mani~"

Mo'er's face was close to the edge of madness, and the electric light of "cracking" came out of her fingers from time to time, and an electric snake appeared from time to time. This poem was also seen by a fool, and it was a poem expressing triumphantly that he had captured a lot. The butcher of "Freshwater Mermaid", looking at the title, is to congratulate the new construction of the "Oedi Temple". Although the artistic conception and rhetoric are magnificent, when I think of these ten thousand years of sacred fire, it is extracted from the body of a living mermaid. When the lamp oil is lit, people have to shudder.

"Cult!" Helen kept shook his head: "This is definitely a cult! There is no religion in the Aegean Continent that does not encourage people to be good. This is the first one I have seen, and hope is the last one!"

"I'll destroy it!" Mo'er snorted coldly. Just as he was about to take a shot, Liu was shocked and grabbed his arm.

"If you destroy it, the dome of this temple ground may collapse." Liu Zhen shake pointed to the top of the statue of Mani, which was very close to the supporting beam of the dome.

"Then I will destroy these **** broken poems!" Mo Er said bitterly.

"Farewell!" Liu Zhensha laughed and laughed: "If someone writes, can't you write it? Look at me, I will also write a poem, let's join in the fun for the goddess Mani!"

A lot of eyes stared at this ignorant divine comedy shaman strangely. They couldn't understand, this vulgar man could write poetry?

In full view, Liu Zhensha took a quill pen from the correspondent, smashed the carbon ink bottle on the table, dipped the ink with goose feathers, and leaped lightly onto Mani. The goddess' altar was swiped on the chest of the lion's body, and the snow-white jade stone was immediately saturated with ink.

What a beautiful text!

All the Bimon present opened their mouths, like a fish about to suffocate and die. The eight characters of "The Hymn to the Goddess of Mani" written by the divine comedy shaman Richard Mani are like white clouds coming out of Xiu, running down the beach. Too handsome to be handsome!

How could such a beautiful text be written by such a riotous bandit all over the world? A lot of Bimeng was thinking hard about this problem, and it was puzzling.

If the cool words of the divine comedy shaman won the whole house, then the following verse is like a sledgehammer, which beats all Beamon's heart from his chest to his cecum.

The Divine Comedy Shaman’s poem "A Hymn to the Goddess of Mani" is as follows:

Cut off my hanging and give it to you~

The hanging hair above can be used as a pen~

At least the fishy smell above~

Far more clear than your miracle~

Cut off your force and give it to me~

Because there are traces of menstruation inside~

This is the tears that flood once a month in the womb~

Let me understand~www.wuxiaspot.com~You still have a trace of pity~

"God of War is on!" Prince Kahn "gudu" swallowed, and his body was cold. He no longer knew what adjectives to look for to describe his mood at the moment.

"Very angry text!" O'Neill grinned with a huge mouth that was almost at the root of his ears, and murmured after a long while: "If I could write a few years earlier, I would definitely be able to trick some young literary women into bed."

Haha, this lewd poem was made by me, and the previous poem waiting for love was copied by a young poet. I forgot who it was.

I know that many decent readers may not be used to it, but I think that to criticize the evil in human nature, especially the evil that is covered by beauty and glitz, you still have to use the most naked way to fight back, because only in this way can you dispel hatred.

Who once said that I was the first rogue writer from the beginning? Obislag! I actually have a purer heart than a decent writer!

This is sincere, only for those who know the goods.