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281. Learned, learned

In the end, the other girls could only leave with unwillingness.

Lilianluo, who had temporarily won, and Amiya carried blankets and made a bed on the floor in the church hall.

"I'll sleep here, sleep with you, and stay with you all the time."

Like a newlywed daughter-in-law, Lilianluo spread her quilt next to the altar, knelt on it, and carefully tidied the corners of the floor mat, trying to be neat and tidy, as if she was decorating a newlywed love nest.

Her little feet, which were only wearing white stockings, kept dangling around, as if attracting Gallo to play with them.

It's a pity that Gallo doesn't have such enthusiasm at the moment. He is very afraid that when he is intimate with Lilian Luo, he will say something outrageous and be misunderstood as a pervert like a copper smelter.

He first bit Lillian Luo's hammerhead shark doll in his mouth to prevent himself from talking nonsense, and then took out the diary from his sleeve to read the content behind it.

It turned out that I couldn't understand it at all. It was all written in ancient Chinese like a heavenly book.

It seems that if you want to read the diary, you can only do so in a dream.

Lilianluo tidied the bed, took the initiative to get into Gallo's arms, rubbed his face, put a pair of small arms around his neck, and said softly:

"Okay, let's sleep together..."

Gallo nodded, and then entered a resonance state with her, turning Lilian Luo into a more delicious white-haired luoli.

Then, he lay on the altar and began his confession before going to bed:

"Lord Miya, there is something wrong with my health, I may not be able to control myself..."

"Lack of self-control is also a sin. I hope the goddess can forgive me."

After saying that, he couldn't wait to activate his sleeping ability, returned to the white space, and quickly opened the diary in his hand.

He originally thought he could enter that audience mode again. After all, Victor was studying magic with the angel at this time, so the two of them should have more frequent contact?

But no, the next page is just text content, and it has been half a month since the previous page...

The first line above reads:

"I have a preliminary understanding of this magical art, but I have accumulated a lot of questions..."

"Although my thoughts may be a bit disrespectful, I really want to see Lord Gallo and ask him to help me solve my doubts..."

"But Sir Gallo hasn't come back for half a month since he last left. Has he forgotten us?"

"No, no, no, how could I have such disrespectful thoughts!"

Then, he wrote a long paragraph that was similar to a self-reflection or a letter of repentance. In any case, it was all kinds of confessions in the diary, apologizing for slandering the angels, and asking for forgiveness from the angels.

It wasn't until the end that he mentioned something else:

"Dada is the most talented young person I have ever seen. Although she modestly calls herself 'Dada', she is definitely a once-in-a-century super genius. No wonder she has the opportunity to come into contact with eighth-level magic at such a young age.

..”

"During the time when I practiced magic with her, I received a lot of guidance and help from her. I must find an opportunity to thank her when I go back."

"However, like me, she is also looking forward to Lord Gallo's early return..."

"Lord Gallo must have encountered some powerful enemies and troublesome troubles, right? May the light of our Lord protect Him!"

This page of the diary ends here. Most of the space was used to write a self-examination, and not much substantive content was recorded. The eighth-level magic that Gallo was most interested in did not mention the details.

Before, he thought he could understand or even learn some eighth-level magic through diaries, but who knew that no one else had written anything in the diary.

But then I thought about it, and it was quite normal. In that chaotic era, the magical arts of each sect were their own secrets, and they were not exchanged and widely disseminated like they are now.

What's more, this is an important eighth-level magic. Even now, it is the secret trump card of each family. It is even more ridiculous to talk about that era.

Of course, it is impossible to write such important things in a diary. Who would a serious person write a diary?

As for where the angel went and why he didn't come back in time, Gallo had some ideas of his own.

Although there is no basis for it, I always feel that that guy must have really forgotten about this matter and left these two believers alone...

Gallo feels like that guy can really do this kind of thing, right?

With disrespect and slander towards the angel, Gallo turned to the next page.

This time, he got what he wanted and his eyesight flickered and he entered the audience mode.

Victor had left the warm, comfortable and sunny small building before and came to a wilderness.

He was wearing a set of clerical robes, lined with heavy mail, and was marching with more than a hundred crusaders.

Gallo looked around and found that he was surrounded by fully armed Crusaders. Not far away, he could also see a cavalry accompanying them. They were obviously rushing to the battlefield.

The angel was floating quietly in the air, his eyes seemed to be looking into the distance, as if he was thinking about some complex and profound problem.

In order not to disturb his contemplation, the troops marching below did not make any unnecessary noise, and everyone tried their best to keep quiet.

Only Gallo knows what that guy is thinking...

"Dada is really a cute girl. She is a beautiful white-haired girl that I like very much, and she has that kind of naturally cute personality..."

"However, she is still too afraid of me and doesn't dare to get close to me..."

"Oh... helpless, sometimes it is too dazzling, which is also a kind of pain..."

Gallo was speechless for a while, and couldn't help but cursed in his heart:

Why do you think about this at a time like this?

Seeing that a war is about to begin, can you be a little more reliable?

Stop destroying your own personality!

At this time, a scout rode a fast horse and approached Victor and whispered a few words in his ear.

Gallo heard clearly. What the scout reported was that traces of cultists were found ahead. They seemed to be emboldened, and they were probably protected by high-end beings such as the descendants of the evil god or the angels of sin.

The archbishop in charge of commanding the entire army was a little worried, but he did not dare to report it to the angel rashly for fear of disturbing his meditation, so he left this unfortunate incident to Victor.

In the eyes of outsiders, Victor is a disciple and student of the angel. He is close to him and should be easy to talk to.

Only Victor was complaining secretly in his heart. Since the last farewell, he has not seen Lord Gallo for a whole month, and he has not learned the eighth-level magic yet. What kind of student is this?

Moreover, if something can be discovered by humans, how can it be hidden from the eyes of angels? There is no need to report it, right?

But since it was the archbishop's request, he had no right to refuse. He could only leave the queue and kneel down on the roadside. He worshiped the angel in mid-air and said:

"Lord Gallo, there seems to be a situation ahead..."

After shouting, the angel came back to his senses, paused for a moment, and said:

"I already know, you did a good job..."

"Don't be afraid of the infidels, keep going!"

After saying that, He stretched out his right hand and picked off a sword-like feather from the left wing. He rubbed the feather with both hands and blessed its surface with a layer of leaping holy flames.

Although he was a little far away, his posture and movements were a little strange, and he hadn't recited any prayers yet, Gallo still recognized through the fluctuations in the air that the angel was about to release the eighth-level magic 'Holy Sword of Heaven's Punishment'

This fluctuation made him feel very familiar, and even awakened a memory, or feeling, that should have disappeared.

It was his memory of using the Holy Sword of Heaven's Punishment when he fought against the Star God's vessel, Big Mouth Flower.

That memory or feeling should have been eliminated by the goddess by some means, but at this time, when Gallo saw the angel personally releasing this magic after thousands of years, he felt that sense of loss.

Came back again.

This does not involve prayers or the specific application of the power of faith, it is just an indescribable feeling, like muscle memory.

It only took him a moment to learn, or recall, this magical technique, and he was extremely proficient. Even if he left the dreamland now, he could easily perform this magical technique, just like

Just like other magical spells.

This experience was so amazing that Gallo spent the rest of his attention chewing on this magical skill that he suddenly learned, and did not notice what the angel did.

He didn't need to pay attention, because the angel would definitely throw the Holy Sword of Punishment into the distance next, and then add a line that was both middle-class and shameful.

Sure enough, after preparing the magic operation, the angel held the hilt of the sword and threw it into the distance, while shouting in Chinese:

"Eat me and ascend the dragon sword!"

He probably thought that no one would understand what he was saying, so he did the shameful thing of shouting out the name of the move.

Fortunately, even Gallo wasn't listening, otherwise it would have been extremely embarrassing.

The Holy Sword of Heavenly Punishment that flew out kept spinning in the air, then suddenly fell and inserted into a seemingly empty wilderness in the distance.

Then, the Holy Sword exploded violently and drew a dazzling bright beam of light from the sky, which hit the ground hard.

But in this supposedly empty underground, there were bursts of heart-rending howls, accompanied by a series of sounds of burning flesh and blood, like the wailing of some ferocious beast before it died.

Also pouring out were large streams of filthy black blood, which were instantly vaporized by the light beams falling from the sky.

It turns out that the enemy has ambushed some kind of monster in this area where the marching route must pass. If the men and horses of the Creation God Sect pass by here, they will definitely be caught off guard by a sneak attack from underground and suffer heavy casualties.

However, under the protection of the King of Angels, the enemy's plot was destroyed in the blink of an eye, and the remaining cultists scattered like birds and beasts and fled in all directions.

The angel floated in the air and murmured slightly in Chinese:

"I will overlook the entire battlefield from the sky!"

"Do you really think I won't hide?"


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