The envoy of God is very strange. As an envoy stationed at the edge of Paradise and responsible for recruiting soldiers for the gods, he left Paradise and came to the mortal world when he was twelve years old. The humans here are greedy and ignorant, and no one can fight with him.
Until today, when he was soaring in the sky relying on the power given by the gods, he saw Ander and the two men below him. It was not until the flames turned into ropes, blocking his every escape route, that the gods realized that he had hit the iron
It's stale.
Or to put it in a more religious tone, he encountered a demon, a terrifying demon.
Ender stood on the deck, watching the flames wrap around the body of the Divine Envoy. He pulled hard and the Divine Envoy fell from the sky, hitting the deck hard and creating a deep dent.
Angers took a breath of air, silently mourned for his yacht, and then asked with some confusion: "He... is so weak?"
"The Sword Comes"
"Well, maybe we should be more careful." Ander was more cautious than Angers. A fireball was thrown and exploded on the opponent's fragrant flesh, roasting him from medium-rare to well-done.
At this time, Ander carefully lifted the opponent up from the pit with the hands of the mage, shook it, and a half-burnt head rolled out of the robe. Seeing this, Ander turned around helplessly and said: "
It seems...dead?"
Both Ander and Angers were speechless. The other party was wearing a gorgeous robe, and his appearance was so impressive that Ander was so frightened that he thought the other party would bring a bag of micon, so he struck a little harder.
Unexpectedly, the opponent didn't dodge, so he took Ender's blow and was burned to coke.
Seeing this, Ander and Angers looked at each other speechlessly. They could only look at Busca who was lying on the ground. Ander walked up to the other party and kicked him: "Now, can we talk about it?"
Busca glanced at the body of the divine messenger next to him with a clear heart, and nodded quickly: "I can tell you whatever you want to know, sir."
"Oh, you're so proactive," Ender found a chair and sat down: "Then let's talk about it."
Seeing Ender's expression, Busca was like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube. He told everything about what he had done over the years, even the robbery with a pistol when he was six years old. Ender was stunned when he heard that.
frown.
Ange, who was next to him, was rummaging through the body of the divine envoy, adding a few words from time to time to add some information he knew.
"In that case, you just need to lead the way." Ender was very satisfied with Busca's obedience: "Mr. Busca, are you a good guide?"
"Of course, sir." Busca forced a smile and said, "I have been pimping for my mother since I was three years old."
Ignoring the relationship between pimping and leading the way, Ander walked up to Angers and asked: "What did you see?"
Angers tore off the white robe that was torn by the flames on the envoy of God, and scattered some broken things on the floor. They were decorations similar to the size of coins, which were burnt a little black by the fire, and also shattered a lot.
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"These are bones?" Holding these coin-sized decorations, Ander weighed them a few times. They seemed to be decorations made of bones, with some patterns on them, which were carved directly on them.
Angers nodded: "These are human bones, and they seem to be part of the skull." Angers looked a little ugly, and he picked up the head of the divine envoy: "Look at the top of his head."
Ender reached out and touched it, feeling it a few times: "He has no hair, no, it's shaved."
After saying that, Ander's eyelids twitched a few times, he pulled off the divine messenger's clothes, and found a string of rosary beads on his wrist.
"Damn it, is this a monk?" Ander looked at the style of the rosary beads and couldn't help but curse.
Looking at each other with Angers, both of them were a little unbelievable at this conclusion. A monk became a divine messenger in South America. This kind of thing is a bit too post-modern.
Ander weighed the bones in his hands a few times, and thought of the great monks he had met on the plateau, and said seriously: "If this conclusion is correct, then these bones may be human brow bones.
"
On the plateau, local monks believe that the eyebrows are the center of wisdom. Therefore, after these people die, they will remove the eyebrow bones and make them into rosaries or cassocks, which become a rare magic weapon.
However, for Ander, who had been to the plateau before liberation, he knew that this was just a high-sounding statement, and those who were actually made into magic weapons were mostly serfs with low status.
After all, there are not many monks, but there are always a lot of slaves, and the nobles who worship Buddha are always eager for such a magic weapon, so the raw materials can only be slightly inferior.
"It seems that the Dragon King is quite nostalgic and has brought all the Chinese religions over." Ander reached out and took the rosary beads and the eyebrow decorations in his hands: "There seems to be a different flavor here. We finally
It’s better to keep it for now.”
Ang nodded, turned around and picked up his backpack from the cabin, already ready for departure.
It was late at night at this time, and the noise that Ender made just now had long been lost in silence. The moon was dark and the wind was high, and it was the night of the murder.
The two of them picked up Buska who had regained his breath, gave him some dry food and water to restore his strength, and then asked him to lead the way toward the golden city.
When the night is ferocious, pumas haunt the jungle, looking for their next dinner, but they dare not approach the few people walking in the jungle. There are things more terrifying than the lions there.
The group of people moved forward very smoothly, and the obstacles in the jungle were not difficult for Ander and Angers. However, the problem lay with Busca. He found that he could no longer find the way back.
Being very sensitive to roads, he found himself wandering in one place, which was something that shouldn't happen, but like a ghost hitting a wall, he couldn't get out of this area.
"Okay, you can stop." Ender felt the changes in the surrounding space and nodded with satisfaction: "You are good at leading the way, but from now on, it won't be your problem."
Busca showed a humble smile and nodded hastily. At this moment, he felt as if his body was flying easily, looking up at the three people below from a high altitude.
Three people?
That headless corpse is?...
……It's me.
Busca closed his eyes with satisfaction, and a perfect smile appeared on his lips. The headless body fell slowly. Angers put away the folding knife, returned to Ender and asked:
"Are we there yet?"
"Of course, have you noticed that we are already circling outside the Nibelungen?" Ender showed a bright smile and took out the human bone rosary in his hand: "This thing is the key to entering it."
Ender shook the rosary and said, "Have you felt it? There is a living spirit at work in it."
"It's very like those pseudo-dragons, using the soul as the key?" Ang nodded and started to take things out of the backpack: "I brought a lot of good things here. What do you think of this bomb?
Will the Dragon King be satisfied with my tribute?"