Chapter 123: Seizing Divinity, the Bone Dragon Awakens
The conditions for resurrection are extremely harsh.
Situations that cannot be resurrected include: death from old age and illness, the soul no longer exists, the resurrection period has expired...
The more powerful the transcendent, the more difficult it is to resurrect.
Looking at the divination results given by Lumen, Candela broke out in a cold sweat. This action was too dangerous!
"Haha, you are still so humorous, Candela." Lumen smiled, "Well, I wish you success and see you later."
The picture in the crystal ball disappeared.
Now that the matter is over, let’s have some snacks first...
Candela picked up the gingerbread on the table, took a bite, and calmed down her shock.
"It's time for me to leave for the Jueling Mountains." Candela's eyes flickered and he said secretly, "Morning Frost Ridge is Yeats's hard work... No matter what, we must try to avoid the aftermath of the war that threatens this place! ”
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Lord’s Mansion.
After Yeats finished his official duties, he picked up his quill and began to think about a collection of jokes to dedicate to the Black Knight next time.
As the saying goes, Soviet jokes are a treasure of human art.
Yeats followed his memory and wrote a joke:
[The bishop asked a Protestant who often went to church: "Do you admit that you often go to church?"
"Yes."
"Do you also admit that you kissed the nail?" The feet of the Lord on the cross?”
“Yes.”
“Will you also kiss the feet of our Pope?”
"Of course, as long as he hangs there too!"]
Yeats read it again and nodded with satisfaction. The collection of jokes must be able to be exchanged for blessings from the Black Knight!
As for the King of the Wild Hunt’s hobby, I’m afraid he has to start with pornographic books.
It is also possible that, as Yeats speculated, his true body would be the Great Emperor of Lorraine.
Yeats meditated for a long time, and based on his past life memories and the writing style polished by his gift of "aesthetic art", he wrote a work on paper that surpassed Perron's masterpiece.
The first line reads:
"The swordsmanship of young Lorraine was very unsatisfactory..."
This masterpiece was written until night, which made Yeats dizzy until he knocked on the door. There was a sound, and Gray opened the door and walked in.
Looking at Yeats who was hurriedly packing up the manuscript, Gray asked curiously: "What are you writing?"
"Writing a diary."
Yeats gathered the parchment together, put it into the inner pocket of his robe, and said calmly: "Did something happen?"
"No, it's just that I took a sleigh to inspect the territory just now, and found that the sled was good. It's fun, I think you need to relax, so..."
Gray's eyes were shining brightly, and she invited: "So, do you want to go sledding with me?"
< br>“But the sun is almost setting.”
“Let’s go, let’s go, we’ll be back before dark!” Gray prayed.
Yeats smiled helplessly, stood up, nodded and said: "Okay, just do one more inspection and let's go."
"Okay!" Gray said happily, "I'll drive the sleigh for you! ”
……
Jueling Mountains.
The biting cold wind blew through the Winter Temple, and the top of the temple, as sharp as a spear, pierced the gray clouds.
The sun was gradually setting, and the shrill howls of wild beasts echoed in the heavy snow. In the iron-like darkness, a thin monk in black clothes walked forward.
His eyes were like a lone hyena in the wilderness, holding a dark suitcase, standing in front of this towering winter temple, stopping to look up.
"Ignorance and ignorance have frozen this place for too long. Heresies and heresies should also be burned in the glory of the Lord..."
Priest Andres' voice was hoarse and cold. The wind blew through the hem of his black clothes, and he placed the suitcase on the snow and opened it, revealing the horrific torture instruments inside.
Then he took out one of the sharp silver nails and stabbed it into the back of his left hand without expression. Blood dripped down his arm and onto the snow, gradually forming a corner of a magic circle.
At this time, an angry roar came from the cold wind.
“What are you doing?!”
The snow leopard, the guardian beast of the Winter Goddess, stood on a cliff, its back arched, glaring at the black monk.
Snow Leopard felt an extremely ominous aura on the monk in black.
It had heard the origins of the black monks told by travelers who had spent the night in the mountains.
The Heretic Tribunal is a notorious force. The black monks under its command walk across the Midgard Continent, treating believers other than those who believe in the Holy Light as heretics and subjecting them to torture.
Countless extraordinary people have died at the hands of the black monks, and believers of the Winter Goddess have also been repeatedly persecuted by them.
At this moment when the Winter Goddess's faith is declining, the Winter Goddess is unable to take action against the Heretic Tribunal. Snow Leopard is powerless even if he wants to retaliate.
But who would have thought that now, the monks in black would actually invade the Winter Temple!
The snow leopard's eyes were blood red, and it let out a terrifying growl at the monk in black who had offended the majesty of the Winter Goddess.
The blood of Father Andres was still dripping, with a loving smile on his face, and he said calmly:
"The overlord who protects this place is no longer needed in this world. [Old God].”
“There is no need for the Faith of the Winter Goddess to continue to exist in the world.”
“But please don’t worry——”
Andres had lofty faith on his face and spoke in a high tone:
“After the goddess of winter dies, the apostles of the Lord will continue to preach the gospel of ice and snow and save living beings before the [final judgment]! "
"It's nothing more than trying to rob faith and divinity, but he said it so grandly!"
The snow leopard raised its head and roared, and dark rain clouds enveloped Andres' head. In an instant, The snow and rain storm with the power of the five rings suddenly fell! Hail and heavy rain carry the power of nature and fall in torrents!
However.
The worn sheepskin-covered scripture in Andres's hand emitted bright holy light at this moment.
This holy light turned into a barrier and protected Andres within it. The black-clothed monk’s eyes were wild, as if he had seen a holy miracle, and he said piously and firmly:
“On the other side of the light, the Lord is there. Be baptized by the river, revealing the mystery of the Holy Trinity!”
“The two ends of light, the Lord went to the wedding banquet to turn water into wine, showing the power of God!”
“The three ends of light, the Lord announced! The Kingdom of God has come to teach sinners to repent! ”
Boom! !
The divine aura contained in prayer made the entire Winter Temple fall into rage! The divinity of the Winter Goddess appears in the form of a blizzard that covers the sky, black clouds overturn, and ice and snow roll in like a violent white giant!
Andres still stood in the holy light, his body shriveled up little by little, but with a peaceful smile like a martyr on his face, he continued to pray, and the golden blood dyed the snow around him red. .
The pupils of the guardian beast Snow Leopard contracted.
The more powerful the divinity is, the greater the price it has to pay if it wants to descend.
Using a bishop as a sacrifice, what kind of creature is meant to descend? !
Fear and rage mixed in the snow leopard's heart. It desperately attacked the light shield, but it could not stop Andres from continuing to pray.
And when the divinity of the Winter Goddess tries to obliterate Andres!
Snow Leopard heard an ancient dragon roar resounding deep in the Jueling Mountains.
Snowy mountains shook, glaciers cracked, and deep in the rift valley, a cluster of ice-blue flames ignited in the eye sockets of the skull.
Rumble——
The cracks in the glacier became larger and larger. A skeleton dragon claw was placed on the ice, and then a frost bone dragon appeared, setting off a massive avalanche, like a natural disaster!
Morning Frost Ridge.
The three sleigh fools were dragging the sleigh and having fun in the snow. Gray on the sleigh chair was suddenly startled and said seriously:
"Yeats, I seem to hear the roar of Cologne! ”
Yeats: "..."
Gu Long, shut up!
(End of this chapter)