"Weak strength, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Li Ming looked at Xi Ruier who was swirling around him, feeling very depressed. He recalled that Kana and Kraven said to him seriously in the morning, "This operation is very dangerous.
Even we can't guarantee that we can escape unscathed, let alone with your strength." Alas, let's not talk about it, just move the bricks. This is not entirely a joke, Li Ming is here as a labor force, do some
Building walls, repairing houses, repairing roofs, isn't it really just about moving bricks? Isn't it just moving bricks? After all, I can be regarded as a master, so how can I do the work of a soldier? Dawn began to miss the time when there were iron cans
, I hope this group of upright tin cans can survive. Alas, Liming began to wonder if he was just here to make soy sauce.
"Hey, Dawn?! Come on, help transport this batch to Paulson!"
"Brother Liming, can you help move these bricks? My strength is too weak, but I really want to do something for them. My family has left. I, I don't want more people to suffer from me.
Such pain.”
"Brother Liming, can you put this brick on the wall? I'm short and can't reach it. I..."
Liming moved the bricks to the required place numbly. His hands were worn out and his feet were blistered. His body had been strengthened, but in the end he could only barely outperform ordinary adults. He gave the bricks away tiredly.
When I go to various areas, I will remember their stories. Being overloaded with flesh and blood is helplessness, and struggling with it is a choice. Dawn herself feels funny. What kind of sand sculpture large-scale 3D first-person playing game script is this? Everyone's sad story seems to be the same.
, talking about it makes my ears tingle. However, in retrospect, if this undead natural disaster had never broken out, these tragic stories that are so similar would not be like the stories of lazy screenwriters who are too lazy to set up more modes, and the stories of NPCs.
It would have been more, less of the same tragic stories, more of different hardships or self-sufficient life stories. Liming would not have been so stupid about moving bricks, struggling like a dropout who has not even obtained a junior high school degree.
On a crowded and rough construction site.
"So tired!" The Paladin team will not come until the blood-red sunset dyes the whole city its color. They seem to be less energetic and more mature when they come. What have they experienced?
Liming doesn't want to know. He just digs out the people he knows from the tired team. This is a kind of brave selfishness. Even if others have experienced pain and separation, as long as you are here, I can be very happy. Liming sees
Several paladins said something angrily to Linkton. The priests had a few things in their hands that did not belong to them. They were covered in mud and exhausted. Kana walked silently and dull, and Kaleven just patted him.
Liming's shoulders, Liming knows nothing and doesn't want to know anything. He has also come, moved bricks, and has become a psychological counselor for many people, but his palms have inexplicably grown again and again, and have blood blisters.
It broke open and then condensed. Cyril floated beside him, without acting coquettishly or biting him. He was humming something. The calm and melodious singing slowly calmed down the bodies and minds of these tired people. Linkton's eyes pierced through
After passing through the crowd and seeing the dawn and priest Awaison who greeted them, as well as the people following them, or the lost lambs, the believers waiting to be saved, Linkton said nothing and silently allowed them to vent to him,
After they finished venting, they continued to calmly arrange tomorrow's battle matters as usual.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Liming saw that the words in Linkton's throat after telling him the plan were still not spoken in front of the crowd with an abnormal atmosphere. Liming felt it, and several angry eyes pointed at him.
His, Liming could understand, so Liming said nothing. He returned to the room, magic power surged at his fingertips, and the shining silver transparent dagger shot out, penetrating the roof supported by wood. "The effect is good" Xi Ruier
Making a babbling sound of unknown meaning, Dawn shamelessly took her reaction as an encouragement to him, "Hey, Cyril, can you teach me to use the power of the Holy Light?"
"Hey!" Xi Ruier looked like a girl of about two years old. She was wearing a soft bellyband made of the power of pure dawn. Her skin was as smooth and delicate as white jade, making her look like a white and pure lotus.
The elf born in Zhongtuo, with watery eyes, golden pupils, and a circle of Sanskrit characters between her eyebrows is like a simple sketch of a Shengshi painting. Her hair is like the morning sun, which makes her cheeks even more sacred. She may be a god. No reply
The God is the expectation that the martyr named Muse has been waiting for. Dawn has actually believed in the existence of God since he entered this world. However, as a modern man, if he is asked to pray to the so-called God, Dawn cannot do it.
Yes, but now, Li Ming vaguely feels the meaning that God has been given by this world.
"Can you help me?" Dawn clasped her hands together, just like the gesture he had made on Christmas Day in front of the church of the God he had never met, but this time, it was a little different.
"Om" Liming felt a force swimming deep in his body. He had touched such a warm and hopeful force before. This time, he took the initiative to awaken this force, and the bright light came from him.
The body emanated, like the sun, illuminating the entire room. In the distance, the black shadow hidden among the bones and thorns looked here through the fog. Linkton, who was practicing the power of dawn in the room, seemed to have something to look back at.
God, got out of bed and rushed towards the center of that power. In the center of the church, Priest Ahuassen and Archbishop Lonnorich, who were maintaining the Cup of the God of Light, suddenly stopped and moved in that direction, as well as the Holy Light Knights who were practicing.
Priests who worked hard to practice Holy Light spells and spellbreakers who specialized in studying scriptures all rushed in that direction. Also, devout believers left their homes and spontaneously moved in that direction. The crowd surrounded that small room, and people
Seeing the light overflowing into the room, the warmth gave people hope, they waited, the golden morning light had arrived, and the night had dispersed without knowing when, they opened the door, Li Ming looked at the crowd blocking their room, dumbfounded.
,"Did something happen?"
"The power of dawn protects you." The devout believers suddenly knelt down, and Liming was shocked. More and more believers knelt down, and Liming stood there at a loss.
"Everyone, please go back first," Priest Yahuisen and Archbishop Lonnorich said one after another. The team of Paladins who arrived also began to persuade this stubborn group of people. In the end, although Li Ming didn't know what happened, he still followed the large group.
They went to persuade people together, and when all the believers left, Priest Yahuasen, Archbishop Lonnorich and others surrounded Ming Ming. Ming Ming looked shy and said, "Although I don't know what happened, you don't have to use such blazing weapons."
Just look at me."
"What are you thinking about?!" Kana hit Li Ming on the head with a hammer, "We..."
Just when Kana was about to tell what happened, Yahuisen stopped Kana with his eyes, "Oh my god, Kana actually understands the eyes?!" Li Ming complained silently in her heart, and Kana would definitely be unconvinced if she heard this.
He said, "The Paladin is just a bit more upright and has no intellectual disability. You are just being suspicious!"
"It's okay, it's just that there was a commotion among the believers. It was already like this when we came over to check. Let's go to the church first." Bishop Lonnorich glanced at Li Ming with complicated eyes and led everyone towards the church, huddled in his cloak.
Fulina looked at the dawn with different eyes, and looked back from time to time. The direction she looked at was the direction of the undead disaster. Linkton walked to Fulina and whispered, "You feel it?" Fulina said in a low voice.
Na didn't speak, just nodded, but Craven followed them at some point.
"I summoned everyone here this time to tell you something." Yahuaison glanced at the Paladin team with a serious look, "Have you seen that cup?" Everyone followed Yahuaison's finger and pointed to the same eight-winged one.
Right in front of the church of Angel Huayejia, at the feet of the eight-winged angel holding the sword of judgment high, is a cup made of glass. The body of the cup is tortoise shell, but the bottom of the cup is milky white. What's even more strange is that that cup
The layer of milky white liquid seemed to be alive, floating up little by little and disappearing into the air, followed by a sense of vibration in the space. Everyone seemed to be far away from the ordinary glass. What they saw now was
Like a mirage, Linkton felt the abnormality keenly. It seemed that the power of the Holy Light was completely isolated here. Even the life force could not be felt. Here, it seemed to be a world of its own.
Space, the outside does not belong here at all.
"Careful little guy" Lonnorich looked at Linkton who seemed to have some thoughts with admiration, and Flina also seemed to see through some things. As for the others, their reactions were mediocre. Dawn's eyes changed from left to right, and Lonnorich did not.
I dare to guess, but it doesn't matter what the result is.
"Everyone, please take a look." Yahuaisen came to the glass. Circles of wonderful runes surrounded her. Her whole body seemed to be covered by the runes surrounding her. She pressed one hand on the glass and refined it.
The power of the holy light spread out in her palm, and ripples like water appeared in the space. It was truly magical. Everyone's attention was completely focused on Yahuassen. Ronnorich explained on the side, "As you can see
, here is the Cup of the God of Light, which can create a barrier made of holy power. Because of this, Elton's undead natural disaster can be effectively controlled. However, you have also seen that the power of holy light we can provide is also
Not much left. With what Yahuaison and I can support, this place has not fallen victim to the natural disaster of the undead. If the supply problem of the Cup of the God of Light is not solved, this place will probably be destroyed. Yahuaison and I will do it every day.
Not only do we have to maintain the supply of the Cup of the God of Light, but we also have to lead you to clear out the undead and purify the dead. We are gradually unable to do what we do. If someone can share some of the supply problems of the Cup of the God of Light, we can wait until the next batch of reinforcements arrive.
Come, now let’s test the purity of your Holy Light Power. The Cup of the God of Light requires extremely pure Holy Light Power. Therefore, we hope to select the person with the highest purity of Holy Light Power to take over this task alone.
Those who accept this task at the same time do not need to follow us to purify the undead, so let's get started."
"Did they expect this result from the beginning?" Flina whispered, and Link suddenly turned back to look at the church.
"Yeah, but in terms of purity, Dawn can indeed beat me." Linkton frowned.
"Actually, you have guessed it, the energy supply of the Cup of the God of Light is still very stable, and there will be no supply problems at all in a short period of time." Flina said.
"I know that it was precisely because they saw Li Ming's talent that they hid it from him, from us, and found a legitimate reason to keep him safe here." Linkton frowned.
"A little unwilling?" Flina laughed.
"A little bit, someone told me that there are some things that cannot be achieved with hard work." Linkton also laughed, "Why should I be obsessed with these things?"
"The archbishop must have anticipated Dawn's awakening of the power of the Holy Light, so he gave him the Holy Light Sword, but it didn't make sense to drag Dawn into the battlefield." Flina rubbed her forehead in confusion.
"Who knows, here, I just want to have a good fight." Linkton stretched.
"I don't know, you also have an irritable side." Felina laughed again.