There were blazing fires everywhere, or ashes everywhere after the flames burned out. The church was destroyed by the fire, the bell tower was destroyed by the fire, and the city itself seemed to have been destroyed by the fire.
The hot wind roared through the church square that had been burned to ruins. Ashes were flying in the square, fine sparks fell from the bell tower, and the blackened flags drooped and fell in the wind.
A tall figure wearing light armor stepped onto the square, and the heavy broad sword in his hand drew a series of sparks on the hot ground.
The ends of Fanna's hair have been burnt by the astonishing heat in this environment, and the armor is also damaged in many places. In some damaged areas, wounds that are still bleeding can be seen. The flesh and blood in the wounds are squirming slowly.
heal.
She holds a sword in her right hand, and a huge minigun in her left hand, with a heavy ammunition box on her back - this machine gun was taken from a half-destroyed steam walker when she passed by the arsenal not long ago.
Once removed, it's quite easy to use.
The hot wind blew, and the smell of ashes entered her nostrils. Vanna narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the street in the distance, as well as the thick smoke and red light slowly rising in the background of the street.
In this "history", the entire Plande has been burned down.
The fire began to spread in 1889 and went unnoticed for eleven years. It eventually burned through the entire city and solidified the entire city-state in a state of ruins during the slow erosion.
Even the power of the Storm Goddess has been severely distorted and interfered with - the longer Vanna stays here, the more difficult it becomes for her to feel the moistening of the sea breeze.
It is easy to burn a city-state, but it is difficult to burn it without the gods knowing. Those heretics took advantage of the loopholes in history, and may even use the person of the Black Sun to interfere with the gods' judgment on the earthly world.
But...where are those heretics?
A low and hoarse murmur suddenly came from the shadows of nearby buildings. This murmur contained the power of blasphemy and malice. The shadows condensed out of thin air in the whispers, turning into illusions that confuse people. But Vana did not condense towards the shadows at all.
He turned his eyes in the direction of the murmur, but casually raised the six-barreled machine gun in his left hand and pulled the trigger in another seemingly empty direction.
A deafening roar exploded over the square, yellow bullet casings scattered like rain, tongues of fire swept across, and a tall and thin shadow suddenly appeared in the air. The shadow was originally hidden in the gap between light and shadow, but was now forced to
It appeared, and in a hurry, it could only use a large number of tentacles and the black umbrella in its hand to resist the barrages coming towards it - and while it was resisting, the roaring waves suddenly exploded!
Fanna threw out the giant sword in her hand, and the giant sword slammed down with the power of the storm. After piercing the monster, it flew ten meters away and nailed it firmly to the ground. Then she didn't care at all that the monster had been nailed.
Instead, the attacker quickly turned around, stepped sideways, grabbed and pulled out a twisted lamppost, and slammed the heavy steel to his side.
The second hidden attacker was knocked to the ground by a street lamp, and his ugly head like a flower of flesh and blood was shattered into a pile of rotten flesh. Its remaining parts struggled violently and squirmed on the ground until Vanna turned the huge wheel
The machine gun turned its muzzle, and the scorching bullets swept past like a storm.
"A hidden sneak attack in a group of two...it seems your tactics will stop there."
Fanna muttered, throwing away the lamppost that had become severely distorted, and then waved to the side to take back the giant storm sword. She stood the giant sword beside her with one hand, and still held up the machine gun with the other hand, continuing to point like an executioner.
The monster's minced meat on the ground.
After a few seconds, she frowned.
"No regeneration?"
The young inquisitor bent down and confirmed that the pile of debris that once belonged to the Sun's heirs was just lying quietly on the ground. Not only did it show no signs of regeneration, it had even begun to lose moisture and activity rapidly, at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It turned into a pile of shriveled coke.
Why is this? Why have these residues lost their ability to regenerate? Is it because their bodies suddenly became weak? Or is it because these residues have been greatly weakened for some reason?
Fanna looked at this scene with confusion and vigilance, then suddenly raised her head, staring at the street not far away as if sensing something.
A ball of green flowing fire emerged in the darkness, and then quickly gathered at the edge of the square, spread, and then, as if it felt something, it suddenly pounced on the remains of Zi Si!
Burn, devour, grow.
In front of Vanna, the invading green flames burned away the lifeless flesh and blood, as if a predator was enjoying its prey.
The young judge's eyes instantly focused, staring at the spreading green flames with great vigilance. Numerous thoughts and speculations were surging in her mind, but the spreading flames seemed to ignore her - they flowed by.
He wandered around the square and finally wandered further away.
Vanna watched the flames flow and spread thoughtfully, then she took steps and walked deeper into the city-state.
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The torrential rain poured down, and the curtain of water reached from the sky to the earth. The showers falling from the thick clouds were like a conspiracy that had been brewing for many years and was finally revealed, washing away everything in the city-state of Puland.
And when the power of the heavy rain could not stop Morris, fateful misfortune came into play again - his car finally broke down.
The old scholar decisively gave up the idea of restarting the car. He knew that the force of obstruction would only get stronger, because the final preacher had already made a declaration to himself at some unknown moment, this curse.
He will not be allowed to repair the car.
But the "declaration" of the final preacher is not an unsolvable magic spell. Generally speaking, that thing can only guide or interfere with the "event" to varying degrees, and the longer it lasts, the wider the coverage, and the
The stronger the force required, the greater the loss.
He couldn't stop in this rainstorm.
Morris opened the car door, and the biting cold wind and heavy rain hit his face at the same time, soaking his whole body in an instant and even making him stagger.
But the old man just stretched out his hand to hold down his hat, held his cane tightly with his other hand, and took steps toward the hazy rain curtain in front of him.
He didn't hold an umbrella. There was no point in holding an umbrella in this weather.
This place is very close to the antique store, half a block away. If the weather is a little better, you can even see the sign of the store.
But under the harsh conditions at this moment, all he could see was a vast curtain of rain and a few shops with closed doors and windows closest to him on both sides of the street.
Morris trudged hard in the heavy rain for an unknown length of time. Finally, he saw the familiar shop appearing in his field of vision.
The old man subconsciously quickened his pace.
In the end, the curse that the preacher placed on himself seemed to have finally reached its end. The wind of resistance that had always been blowing towards him gradually weakened, and the chill in the wind was no longer as biting as it was at the beginning. Although the rain curtain was still dense, it was
No more falling on you like a stone.
When he was only a few steps away from the antique store, Morris suddenly heard a voice coming from his ear——
"Stop, you will regret it!
"There is no redemption ahead...Plande will only be swallowed up by another disaster!
"History is about to be replaced... What you are saving is no longer the real reality, but the reverberations of a wrong path..."
Morris' footsteps didn't stop at all. He ran forward two steps and finally almost knocked open the door.
In just this moment, the voice in his ear suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
The cold wind and heavy rain on the street were also blocked outside the door.
Morris stumbled forward a few steps, and the water on his body spilled on the floor. The warm and bright indoor environment made it difficult for him to adapt to it for a while.
He vaguely heard the conversation coming from upstairs. It was two young girls. One of them's voice was Nina: "It's raining so hard!"
"Yeah, it started raining suddenly... Fortunately, I listened to Uncle You and came back early."
"Then my hair is wet too... Shirley, please help me wipe the hair at the back!"
Morris shook his head, allowing his thoughts that were numbed by the cold wind and rain to gradually recover. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the counter.
In the warm light, a blond lady wearing a dark purple and complicated dress was sitting quietly behind the counter, casting a curious look over here.
A very beautiful lady, but Morris did not pay much attention to this lady's appearance.
What he noticed was the aloof and elegant temperament of the other person, as well as the mysterious and quiet atmosphere that seemed to linger around her.
She seemed not to be sitting in an antique shop in the lower town, but sitting quietly in a quiet palace garden, looking at herself, a rash outsider, with a detached and calm gaze, with a graceful demeanor.
Morris felt that he seemed to detect some... inhuman characteristics in this lady, but he restrained all his perceptions in the next second.
A "new person" who has never been seen before has appeared in Mr. Duncan's antique shop, but no matter who the new person is, he must not pry into it casually.
Then, he heard a greeting coming from the other side: "It's raining heavily outside, old sir, do you need help?"
"Mr. Duncan...I'm looking for Mr. Duncan," Morris was startled for a moment, then said quickly, "It's a very important matter! Isn't he in the store?"
"He is here," the mysterious and elegant woman smiled. "He said his blood pressure is a little high, so he is resting on the second floor."
Morris looked stunned: "Blood pressure...a bit high?"
The blond woman behind the counter shook her head: "I don't know what's going on - after we discussed the issues about history and counterfeiting, he was not in a good mood."
History and fakes?!
Morris's heart suddenly jumped, and he wanted to ask something more, but at this moment, he heard footsteps on the stairs, followed by Mr. Duncan's voice: "Alice, are there any guests?"
"Yes, Mr. Duncan! An old man I don't know!"
Morris raised his head and saw Duncan standing on the stairs, half of his body illuminated by the light and half of his body hidden in the shadows.
He saw himself, with some surprise and curiosity on his face.