Chapter 517 His Backside (Twenty)
Dian's eyes were upward, watching the tearing and biting of the two balls of flesh, regardless of the top or bottom, and the screams of pain were intertwined.
However, the overwhelming advantage of the sacred energy was too great. Although Marilyn was able to fight head-on due to her size at first, she was burned by the sacred energy again and again. Marilyn suffered terribly and was gradually at a disadvantage.
Although Diane had no heart and would not feel any tightness in his heart, his mind was spinning rapidly, and he suddenly realized something and rolled towards the cracks in the ground.
She was going to ask God to help her daughter.
Entering the crypt, although it was complicated and she only had one head left, she could still identify a direction.
That is the power of faith, she always felt.
She only came twice.
Because God had warned not to enter here easily, she would not come down unless she reached extreme despair.
The first time was in despair in the cold night.
She led a group of people around to find a new home. When she was desperate, she accidentally discovered the ruins of this church and walked into the cave. Because of God's mercy, she was given knowledge, mastered some secrets, and did something.
With all these opportunities, she became a divine attendant.
The second time, it was for Marilyn.
She made Marilyn a patron saint, but Marilyn was not a real god after all. Diane could feel that even if she kept feeding her, Marilyn was gradually coming to an end.
That was not the ending she hoped for, so she prayed to God again, and God answered her, opened the passage, and granted her the ability to summon gods.
Now, entering for the third time, she still wants to pray to God to help Marilyn!
Obviously, this is obviously the plan!
Why does God... seem to favor Malika?
My head rolled, rolling towards the underground palace in my memory.
In her memory, the palace was always so majestic and mysterious.
She didn't dare to get close, let alone enter. Every time, she could only kneel at the foot of the steps from a distance, waiting for God's revelation.
But this time, she couldn't scream or pray for God's revelation.
Moreover, it seemed that there was no power inside that made her afraid to step forward.
For the first time, she tried to reach this level.
However, this time, I can only use this head.
Fortunately, there is still a part of the spine below the head, allowing her to rub up against it little by little.
Finally, when she rolled into the palace, she froze.
This is not the temple she imagined.
Although she could only see it from a bottom-up perspective and could only see the legs of some tables and chairs, she could also see that there were heavy human traces here.
It’s even more like where she used to be a company employee who went to work every day.
"No, no, none of this is right." Diane muttered in her mouth as she scrolled.
Her head was bruised and her teeth were broken, but she couldn't stop.
Unable to accept the reality in front of her, she continued scrolling until she caught a glimpse of a card under the cabinet.
This is thanks to the fact that she only has her head and her sight is low enough, otherwise she would really not be able to see the card in the dark.
Roll over and put your eyes on it and take a closer look. It turns out to be a work permit.
A man named "Smith Neil". The man in the photo has dark skin and smiles at the camera with white teeth.
[Department: Theological Research Department]
[Position: Senior Researcher]
The curly font above the card indicates the organization to which it belongs - Federal Western Empire Security bureau.
“This is it!”
Diane suddenly realized many things.
Many things suddenly poured into my head and were connected together.
In anger, she held the work permit in her mouth and continued rolling it, as if she wanted to find someone to reason with.
With a plop, she rolled down a hole in the corner.
A piece of silver metal flashed before my eyes, accompanied by a falling weightless feeling.
The falling process was too long, and Diane wanted to scream, but because she was biting her work permit, she subconsciously suppressed the urge to scream.
It seems that I am really dead this time.
Di An thought that he should be smashed into a rotten tomato, with red splatters everywhere.
However, the fall suddenly stopped.
She fell into a warm embrace.
Looking up, he saw a face covered with freckles and surrounded by messy red hair.
Beatrice Anderson!
......
Just now, Liu Sheng and Qiao Yu relied on their small tentacles to move down the smooth metal wall little by little. Finally reached the bottom.
As a result, as soon as he landed on the ground, before he could see clearly what was in front of him, something round appeared in Liu Sheng's arms.
Looking down, I met a pair of blue eyes.
Both sides blinked, and Liu Sheng threw it away with a sigh.
When it fell to the ground, it was like a ball of silver mop.
The thing turned around little by little, its face a little dazed due to the dizziness of falling and the impact of reality.
Liu Sheng spent a long time identifying it, but still didn't recognize it.
It was Qiao Yu who recognized it at first sight and asked doubtfully: "Master Divine Attendant?"
The head held the card in its mouth and rolled over again, whining.
Liu Sheng raised the head with some disgust, took off the card from his mouth, and looked down.
“Well, it’s pretty much what we expected.”
Diane tried to scream: "You, why are you here?"
The vocal cords were torn and he had no lungs, so his speech was like a leaky bellows, and his whimpering could not be heard clearly.
Muttered repeatedly, Liu Sheng and Qiao Yu finally understood.
"Why are you here? Thanks to you!" Liu Sheng tilted his head and said.
Di An wanted to say something else, but Liu Sheng said: "Do you know what this is?"
She lifted Diane's head with her little tentacles and looked forward.
She saw a huge, empty area surrounded by metal walls and filled with equipment and pipes. The ceiling above her head seemed to be movable, like a huge hole but tight. Tightly closed.
The cold sense of technology has a strong sense of separation from the ancient palace outside.
"This is... this is like a launch platform." After all, Diane was a person who had lived in modern society, and she could barely identify this thing that was consistent with her memory but hadn't seen it for a long time.
The huge groove on the middle platform should once have housed an aircraft.
The doubts in Diane's heart became more and more intense, but she couldn't help herself and wanted to save her daughter, but obviously no one could help her now.
Even the head was in someone else's hands, and all one could hear was "Beatrice" saying: "It seems like this is the exit."
Then he stretched out countless golden tentacles and dug up. go.
The divine attendant named "Qiao" also grabbed these weird little tentacles and swung them up together.
During the process, "Beatrice" didn't know what she did. The manhole cover that closed the hole on top slowly slid open to both sides, revealing a passage.
The passage leads to a clear starry sky.
Dian was originally anxious and fearful, but when she looked up at the clear starry sky above her head, she became obsessed for a moment.
Liu Sheng followed her gaze and became somewhat clear.
They didn’t speak, they just relied on their “mother”’s strength to crawl along the wall and out.
Finally, climbed out.
Our eyes suddenly opened up, with bright stars all over the sky, vast grasslands stretching as far as the eye can see, and rolling mountains in the distance. Everything was so natural and beautiful.
The cool breeze blows slowly, the fragrance of green grass comes to my nose, and the air is filled with a long-lost freshness.
“There is no cold night here.” Liu Sheng said.
Di An’s eyes were filled with tears unconsciously.
She rolled on the grass, feeling the real feeling of the grass blades rubbing against her face. She even nibbled some grass blades crazily, chewed them a few times and swallowed them before bursting into tears.
"It turns out...it turns out..."
She choked with sobs, her heart was so sour, but she couldn't say a word.
She couldn't even calculate how many years she had lived in the cold night.
Diane thought of Marilyn and cried so much that she could hardly breathe.
“Marilyn! Marilyn!”
But fortunately, she had no lungs. She was tired from crying. She lay her head on her side and looked at the vast grassland in front of her. Diane was confused for a while.
Who should I talk to to reason with this?
In a daze, she heard "Beatrice's" voice still calm, as if she didn't feel that the world had collapsed at all.
"Sister Qiao Yu, where did that person go?"
"Go in this direction." Qiao Yu pointed in a direction.
"Oh, okay."
Then, Diane's silver long hair was lifted up by Beatrice.
The two of them walked toward the other side of the mountain.