White mountains rose from the ground, those terrifying roars echoed in the vast expanse of snow-white coniferous forest, and the destroyed wooden houses fell like rain from the sky.
In the heavy rain, the huge golden child's eyes stared at the tiny shadow on the ground. There was no anger, only bone-chilling coldness.
It was the corpse of a great creature, but it stood up again because of the power of the despicable person. The cold breath brewed in its throat, and the boiling blood no longer flowed in the dark gold bones. The terrifying power was gone.
.
But even so, he deserves to be respected and feared, simply because he was once great and will remain great after his death.
"This is blasphemy," said the huntress.
Her voice was quickly swallowed up by the wind and snow, and the unyielding dragon power enveloped her, intending to defeat and restrain her domain, but the 'Holy Judgment' that imprisoned Deadpool on the snow still existed.
There is no sign of collapse.
She resisted the might of the pure-blooded dragon without taking a single step back.
"Your bloodline is excellent, but it is reasonable. There is no mediocre hybrid who can control the 'Holy Judgment'."
The white dragon skeleton lowered its ferocious arms and claws, lifted the knight on the ground, and placed him where he should be.
There is a throne made of bronze on the head of the dragon skeleton. The knight sits on the throne and reaches out to grab the iron chain link made of copper water. The cyan chain tightens with a clattering sound, and the end is connected to the black iron surface of the dragon skeleton.
of protruding angles.
Just like what the female hunter said, this is indeed a blasphemy against that great creature. That proud and angry race will not allow humans to ride on top of their heads, let alone be tied to chains that represent anger.
The knight pulled up the iron chain, like Napoleon crossing the St. Bernard Pass in the Alps. Everything was so like that oil painting full of heroism, the snow-covered steep slopes, the gloomy sky, the dangerous terrain, so brilliant and exciting.
The profound dragon writing spreads in the ripples of the air, the dragon bones are chanting, and the dragons are chanting the ancient language.
In the open snow, the white snow on the ground seemed to surge up. They rose up and formed, swallowing up the dead soldiers sealed by the 'Holy Judgment' one after another. The arrows were broken, and the domain was destroyed.
Devour!
The huntress blocked the little girl with her left hand and squatted down slightly to stabilize her body. The snow waves around her were rolling and circling like life, constantly raising the foundation and casting it into a high platform for sacrifice.
From the east, west, north, south and all directions, white python waves rose again, like dragons and dragons, howling majesticly in the wind!
Yan Ling·Wudi Terrace.
The Deadpools who were shot down by the 'Holy Judgment' are back again. They are pulling themselves out of the deep snow with sharp claws supporting the ground in the snow outside the high platform. They stand solemnly and silently under the high platform as if they are worshiping and offering sacrifices.
believers.
Desperate situation.
"You can't get the approval of dragons, so you use corpses as a medium to control? Is this what the Temple calls a 'knight'?" On the high platform made of snow, the female hunter stood up from a half-crouched position without any effort.
Concealing his disdain for this terrible power.
Even in front of that majestic majesty, he did not take even a step back, and always stood in front of the silent girl.
"Your perseverance surprises me." The knight's voice fell from a high place without weakening at all.
"Do you want to make me furious and get the moment of failure and hope you expected? But once the spear of punishment falls, all you will get is destruction."
"The most important reason why I don't like you people is this." said the female hunter. "You never speak well. You think you are a new god when you stand on top of a corpse - even a pure-blood dragon.
Human beings have never thought of it this way, so how dare you?"
"And in the end, the person standing on top talking nonsense to me is just a poor, controlled old man." She looked up at the black iron surface under the white sky and said slowly, "You don't even dare to be your true self.
Appearing in front of me, using a fake to stand on top of this fourth-generation dragon, is he still worthy of the title of 'knight'?"
"Feel free to use your words to please me. The way you are trying to survive now makes me laughable."
The white python stared dangerously at the woman on the high platform, as if it would pounce at any moment and strangle her into bloody mud.
With absolute suppression and a sure chance of victory, he will regard all the enemy's criticism and sarcasm as ridiculous struggles.
"It seems that the spiritual victory method is indeed very effective." The female hunter sighed, "With a fourth-generation pure-blood dragon corpse as your trump card, why don't you overturn the table from the beginning? Why bother to spend this long three-year journey?
sky?"
"I need time to verify whether she is the person I am looking for. Suffering and torture bring about transformation, and I have witnessed this transformation with my own eyes, and I am convinced that she is the seed that will bring new life to the Temple." The knight said.
explain.
"To put it bluntly, you are just afraid." The female hunter looked at him, "Even if you stand on the head of a dragon, you still can't hide your cowardice."
"Whatever you say." The knight tugged on the chain indifferently, "I hope that before you die, you can be as righteous as you have always been. Instead of hiding behind the girl behind you and begging for my forgiveness."
The dragon skeleton raised its arms and claws, and the wind force could no longer tell whether it was the blizzard roaring or the white pythons roaring. They twisted and fiercely rushed towards the female hunter.
But at this moment, the female hunter suddenly reached out and grabbed the little girl behind her. When she made this action, the white pythons stopped moving.
There was sarcasm and ridicule in the eyes of the knight on the iron mask, as if he had seen the despicable act he was about to do in order to survive.
But then, on the snow platform, the little girl was thrown away. The huntress's arm strength was astonishing, and she threw the girl dozens of meters away and disappeared into the blizzard.
"interesting."
Finally, the knight said calmly.
She chooses to die alone at this time. It seems that her statement that she and the little girl are 'companions' is not false.
After finishing everything, the female hunter raised her head and looked at him. She was not immediately killed by the destructive power. It seemed that her actions had received the final approval of the other party.
The female hunter looked back at the snowstorm under the high platform, but could not find the little girl. She nodded, seeming a little relieved.
"Do you have any last words? I allow you to leave a last word." The knight lowered his head.
She turned to look at the knight, paused for a long time, and then shouted loudly, "You guys in the Temple have read the Bible, right? Do you remember what one of the passages said?"
The knight said nothing, as if waiting for her next words.
So she raised her head, and there was a light that the knight couldn't understand flowing in the golden boy, and she read slowly: "Mary and Joseph were in Jerusalem after the Passover. On the way back to Nazareth, they found that Jesus did not follow them, so they I turned back to the Holy City to look for her and walked for three days before I found her in the temple."
"Luke 2:41-46, the seventh suffering among the seven sufferings of the Imitation Mother, is also the last suffering belonging to me." The knight looked at him condescendingly, "It took me three days to find her, and now I We are sending her back to the Temple of the Lord (Solomon’s Temple is the temple built for the Lord God of Judaism).”
"If you think you are Joseph, then I will reluctantly recognize Maria. After all, we are all looking for her." A relieved smile appeared on the huntress's face, "However, you made a mistake. The thing is, it took me three days to find her. This is my suffering."
After the white python paused, it swooped down again. It was a terrifying force that could twist even steel into iron filings. The female hunter on the high platform would only end up as a bright color in the red snow.
In the desperate situation, the female hunter raised her wooden bow and nocked an arrow, and the golden boy swayed fiercely.
On the wooden bow was an arrow that was drawn from Deadpool's head before the white snow platform was built. The white holy cross appeared in the reflection of her eyes. She was not aiming at the knight in front of the bronze throne on the iron surface. , but the heart of that huge dragon skeleton!
An arrow was shot, and the bowstring vibrated wildly. The arrow, which was endowed with great power, missed through the blizzard, accurately hit the chest of the dragon skeleton, and then shattered into powder.
Of course, wooden arrows cannot penetrate the dragon's chest. Although he is only a fourth-generation species, after all, this is a true pure-blood dragon. Even though he has been dead for countless years, the thickness of his scales is as different as his majesty. Obliterated by time.
After shooting the arrow, the female hunter retreated, and then jumped off the high platform. The white python followed her, and under the high platform, countless dead warriors leaped up and stretched out their sharp claws.
The knight watched the figure fall towards death from a distance, with a cold smile on his lips.
In the wind, the huntress heard someone laughing, a bit bone-chilling. The person laughing was not the knight, but someone else.
In fact, from the moment she heard the voice in the wind, she knew that everything should come to an end.
The smiling person also appeared in front of her eyes, and the coldness that always hung at the corner of her mouth appeared.
"Well done, wonderpus."
She said, "You never let me down."
—
Jesus said, "Mary."
Then Mary turned to him and said to him in Hebrew, “Rabboni (Teacher)!”
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The female hunter fell into an embrace. It was an extremely warm embrace. Gravity lost its effect at this moment. She felt like she was falling like a feather, and all the harm was rejected by her.
In her arms, she raised her head and faced a pair of lava-colored golden boys. They were dazzling but not irritating. Those hot fiery reds were restrained by an extreme 'power', leaving only the gentle strength and slowness.
Slowly flowing in the depths of the cave, but no one will question the temperature that can burn the entire world when they erupt.
"Your Majesty," the huntress said softly.
At this moment, she is undoubtedly safe, because even death needs to be avoided in front of her. When she returns, she is the master of the world.
The magnificent realm expanded silently, shattering the storm and heavy snow, and hundreds of times the majestic rain fell from the sky! The boundless will stared at all the creatures under the sky.
The snow platform collapsed, and the eight pythons that had the remaining strength screamed and pounced on the tiny figure in fear. However, the moment they touched the unlimited expansion area, they fell into pieces like a bundle of toothpicks whose rubber bands were torn off.
, returned to the snow on the earth.
Huge fear suddenly exploded in the knight's mind. The moment he came into contact with that area, a deep and terrifying bubble surged up from his bloodline and genes that made him tremble, until it filled his entire mouth.
Nasal cavity and in front of eyes.
All he saw, felt, and heard was black fear. In the darkness, another pair of molten red eyes opened, staring at him quietly, full of ridicule and coldness.
Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!
The knight only saw a hazy shadow on the snow, but there was no doubt that the fear was caused by that person.
It was an emotion he had never had since he became a knight, and it aroused his long-lost memory. In his memory, he thought he had abandoned it long ago, something called 'death'.
Now his mind is only occupied by instinct, the instinct to eliminate all crises!
‘Word Spirit·KATJA’ exerts its full force! The power it controls envelopes the dragon carcass, stimulating the remaining pure-blood dragon power in the corpse, and then triggers the unprecedented ‘Word Spirit·Five Emperors Platform’!
...nothing happens.
The majestic white dragon carcass suddenly sank, driving the snow tide to push in all directions. The distant Vikyansk Mountains avalanched for the third time, and the whole world whispered in the quiet majesty.
The knight on the iron face pulled the iron chain in anger, but he was horrified to find that he could not control the puppet that belonged to him. The huge dragon skeleton sank, and he knelt down, with his broken wings moving forward.
Lying on the ground, his hind paws were stretched out to be level with the ground, and even the black iron surface, which symbolized the dignity of the race, was stuck into the snow.
The remaining genes in the bone marrow of the dragon corpse that had been dead for thousands of years were awakened. Although he was dead, he never forgot to show respect to the great being who had returned.
Even those groups of black shadows knelt down and showed respect to the real emperor. All creatures with blood should pay homage to her return. Even the Nibelungs were shaking and roaring, as if for her return. A salute was given.
"Who are you...? Who are you!" A roar fell from the dragon's head. It was the roar of the knight. He stared at the small figure hugging the huntress on the snow, his expression twisted and ferocious.
The scene of hugging the adult huntress with the body of a little girl should have seemed a little funny, but it seemed so reasonable to her. After all, she is benevolent, kind, and almighty, so she should Dote on your courtiers and respond to everyone who is willing to sacrifice their lives to light the beacon for her return.
"First meeting, knight of the Templar Order."
She put down the huntress in her arms and pulled up the jacket on her body to cover the increasingly howling wind and snow. In the vast white space, those static molten red children's eyes were filled with gentleness and majesty that could not be looked directly at, "I My two children have been taken care of by you. As their parent, you can call me..."