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Johnny watched the rich golden holy fire gather into a point in the palm of the madman's hand, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink violently. ≤,
He felt a premonition of death.
In less than a breath, the surrounding temperature rose sharply. The suffocating pressure made Johnny almost breathless.
Johnny's pupils constricted.
"You bastard! There are so many people here"
As soon as Johnny finished speaking, he saw the scorching golden fire pouring out from the man's palm. The scorching impact of the lotus flower rubbed the surrounding air, and the pressurized air shot the people around him like a cannonball.
Then they were pushed back, and then the twisted, scorching air that met them immediately swallowed them up.
It was air as hot as a furnace. Even if the surrounding air was not deformed by the high temperature, the burning heat would make it impossible to open one's eyes.
The dense heat flow like water constantly hit the clothes of the people around them. Their hair turned brown at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their exposed skin was roasted red.
However, Johnny had no time to care about the suffering that others would suffer.
Because right in front of his eyes, the golden fire that flowed like gold melted into juice condensed into bundles, creating circles of crimson ripples in the air, and was about to burn him directly to ashes!
But at this critical moment, Johnny felt that his calves were numb and he couldn't move at all. Even if he wanted to fall backwards, he couldn't.
That's not because he's nervous, but because of the power of human body-holding techniques.
However, even before death came, Johnny did not flinch at all.
He held his chest and head high, and even though his eyes were almost burned by the scorching heat, he just stared at the madman's face with wide eyes.
This Bantha man did not say a harsh word. He simply stared at his mortal enemy and remembered him in his heart.
If you are lucky enough to survive this time, I will never let you go. Johnny's eyes revealed such a clear and unmistakable message.
That is a firm will that any dull person can perceive with their eyes. Without saying a word, it is more terrifying than saying anything.
Feeling Johnny's gaze, the madman couldn't help but not be timid, but laughed crazily.
He roared again and again, and swept the golden flames from his hands across the people around him, melting them into ashes instantly, and swept towards Johnny mercilessly.
But at this moment, there was a low sigh.
"People have no choice but to agree and profess yes until they fall asleep."
At the same time that sound came out, the flame in the madman's hand disappeared instantly. Like a dreamy bubble, it disappeared into the air.
Not only that. With the disappearance of the magic, the surrounding chaos and sounds also disappeared. In the panicked eyes of the people around them, no matter what they said or how hoarse they shouted and roared, they could not make a single sound.
sound.
They could only turn their suspicious eyes to the other side of the street, in the direction behind Johnny.
Right there, a handsome young man with silver hair wearing a black robe slowly walked out.
The sharp-eyed person couldn't help but cover his mouth.
They recognized that although the style was slightly complicated and gorgeous, it was generally the bishop's robe of Tire.
"Then the world has no more words, no more sounds to hear."
The young man prayed in a low voice with such a low and gentle voice. A silver halo suddenly bloomed around him, swallowing up everything around him.
Silver-white mercury-like light spreads from beneath the feet, dyeing the ground beneath people's feet into a pure transparent color.
It was as if they were standing on transparent ice, or walking on water. People looked at the calm water reflecting their own figures in amazement, and looked at the tiny ripples around them, not even daring to move.
If you don't move, you will fall if you are not careful.
Only then did Johnny slowly turn around.
His face was full of the dullness of the aftermath of the disaster, with vigilance and anger still remaining on his face. However, when he saw Roland, his pupils couldn't help but shrink and his eyes slowly opened wide.
'You're not'
His lips moved. Roland could easily tell what he wanted to say from his expression.
But Roland just nodded to him seriously, and then walked towards the madman.
When Roland appeared, the lunatic's expression froze on his face, and he looked at Roland stiffly, as if he had seen something terrible.
It was something that even a madman would be afraid of, but he was the only one who saw it.
Roland couldn't help but be a little curious. But in order to make his long-planned appearance, he didn't do anything extra.
As an outsider, Roland must make some big news to make the people of the Holy City remember him, and then his next plan can be implemented.
As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Roland doesn't know many people here, and no one knows him. It can be said that everyone walking here is his enemy.
In this case, Roland needs to make a shocking appearance. Most of the believers here have never seen a bishop-level clergy actually take action in their lives. Roland only needs to show his full strength, and then cooperate with that magic.
He was 70% sure that he would get a perfect start in the first meeting.
At first, Roland originally planned to use the Ashes who were accidentally discovered as sacrifices. But at this moment, Roland sensed that someone was still investigating these Ashes.
I'm just being cautious, so let's not take action for now.
Immediately, he saw a person that Roland, the priest of Ra, was quite familiar with.
His name is Baskerville, he is called "Captain" or "Head Wolf" in La's church, and he is unluckily called "Demon Dog" or "Mad Dog" by the enemy's church, but his true identity is He Sai
Just like you, the former chosen one of N'Zoth, the God of Truth.
As a god who spends most of the year in madness, N'Zoth's voters also have to bear or share the baptism of confusing information to the same extent as N'Zoth. Almost no one can hold office for more than two consecutive years. Basically, either
Either be played to death by him, or choose to escape from N'Zoth before being played to death by him.
As the demon dog of Ra, Baskerville almost leaves no one alive every time he takes action. Such actions are not because of his caution, but because of his bloodthirsty. As the first person to enter the copy of N'Zoth
Boss, this lunatic's soul was mostly swallowed up by the maw of dusk thirty years ago. Only his chaotic thinking prevented him from being completely infected by dusk.
In order to always remind himself that he is a madman, and in order to maintain his madness, he must deliberately do crazy things to ensure that he will not see the boundless red ocean after falling asleep.
When Roland saw him, he immediately changed his plan.
Compared with the cultists who fled immediately after assassinating the bishop, those Ashmen who ordinary people have no concept of, a murderer who likes to kill people at will in the crowd is the most suitable living sacrifice to cater to his appearance.
Without any hesitation, after launching the Silence Field, Roland made sure that Baskerville would not reveal to others that he was not a follower of Tyr, and then he drew the Beheader's Sword behind him.
Then, golden flames began to burn blazingly on it.
[515 is coming soon, and I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list. On May 15th, the red envelope rain will be able to reward readers and promote the works. It is also love, and I will definitely update it!] (To be continued.)
