Those who are in the process of turning their backs, of course, are to show their sincerity.

Otherwise, who knows if you will go back again?

This is like a funny net "Zhaoxiao Xiong Chuan" that Yan Xiong had seen in the past. The protagonist in the early days is a slow bear. From the end of the Ming Dynasty to the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, there are countless times of rebellion, no fucking, and it is really a man who does a little bit of work. There were no limits... At that time, he had been very curious to ask: "Is the situation in the last years of the Ming Dynasty really so chaotic?

A forum old bird replied: "The end of the Ming Dynasty is chaos, but if you can just surrender, you are joking. Is it really a fool? Don't give you some restrictions, or force you to do something that can't be turned anymore. Who will accept your surrender?"

The story is only a story.

Although Orion was seriously injured, her combat power was basically equal to zero, but her identity was here. In one sentence, the very dignified and elegant space mage could not be imagined and could only be done.

What is "sincerity"? She certainly understands.

Helplessly smiled twice, her hands formed a seal, a space crack like a huge sword, extending from her hand, cut to the position of the church of the noble gods.

Although the sword was blocked, the aftermath broke the slate of the magical array on the ground. And when the space crack collapses, it turns into countless tiny fragments flying around like a bomb in the air... It’s not as exaggerated as a nuclear bomb, but it’s almost enough to be criticized by human rights organizations. It is.

Such a thing, fried on the top of a group of people, what will happen?

Although the three legendary powers tried to protect more people as much as possible, when the aftermath of the explosion completely dissipated, the aristocratic church could have all the people standing on the ground, with less than 30, and the average per person protection. Less than ten.

The legendary strongman, regardless of his face, attacked a group of priests who had just stepped into the high-level priesthood, and the result was so ferocious.

This is because they have a certain strength and the protection of the legendary strong. If there is no one to protect, if there are ordinary people there, a spell goes on, and hundreds of people will think that one can survive.

Orion didn't know the spell, but she could see the souls leaving the body and being taken to the kingdom of God.

So she smiled with satisfaction.

"You are doing very well," she said. "It’s better than I expected. Really. I didn't expect you to do it."

"I have no way to go anyway, only one way to go black." The space mage's face is almost as white as Orion, and there are some faint and gray feelings. She sighed deeply and said, "My spells were broken by them. In about twenty minutes, I will temporarily lose the ability to cast such powerful spells."

"You have done enough." Orion didn't mind. "Now go to rest. If you want, we have the teachings of my Lord here, maybe you can look at it, maybe you will meet your heart."

As a voter with a little divinity, she can see that there is no line of faith in the other person, which means that the other party is unbelievers - the bigger possibility is that the other person believes in the **** of the caster, but the **** has fallen. So it will become a state of no trust.

For such a talent, of course, she must work hard to win, no matter whether it is done or not, there is no harm in trying.

The space mage silenced and did not reject the propaganda manual of the gods of knowledge handed over by the Montero.

The old-fashioned main sacrifice was Orion's most effective assistant. When she first became a lord, she served as an assistant, and later followed her, the first to believe in the **** of knowledge. In the church, what he does most often is the work of missionary work - the brochure was compiled by himself.

She opened the manual and looked at it a little. She smiled slightly, but she didn't show her performance.

"Right, what should I call you?" Orion asked. "Is it a slashing blade," is Shelly? Or is Mary Sting?"

The space mage froze, her face paler, and it took a few seconds to recover, answering with some dry voice: "I like the previous name."

"Well, Ms. Shelly, I wish you a happy cooperation."

The story behind these two names is a bit long and a bit offensive to the privacy of others – in fact, if not because Orion Gelteng is a voter of the **** of knowledge, it can be borrowed to a certain extent. The special power of the gods, she could not know the name "Mary Sting" at all.

Those who know this name should have died long ago.

So when Shelley heard about the name, she was so surprised that she could not remain calm.

In fact, Orion herself is not very clear about the name. She just subconsciously searched for the "broken blade" Shirley, and then got some very vague and messy words, including "The original name is Mary Sting".

If she is willing, she can hold a special ceremony to trace the details of Shirley's past - the power of the God of Knowledge is enough to do this, as long as you pay enough power.

But of course she won't be so bored.

It doesn't matter how it used to be. As long as everyone can cooperate since then, nothing is a problem.

Or, for the priesthood who has become accustomed to having a flying sorrowful jellyfish as the Lord God, there is really nothing in the world that is qualified to be considered a "problem."

"The problem is very big and very troublesome." The leader of the old, middle and young trio, the calm middle-aged man said with some distress, "We are at a disadvantage now."

"If you can be more cautious, or more brave, you might not be able to get to the point." A girl who looks very handsome, but has some seductive feelings between her eyebrows.

The middle-aged did not refute, but sighed in a low voice.

This girl is the saint of the church of the aristocratic god. The temperament of her appearance is similar, but she has been reading the book silently.

Unlike the Church of Knowledge, the “God of the Gods” of the Church of the Aristocracy is all a girl. Because there are three large churches at the end of the year, we can find enough girls to serve as a medium for God's descending. After all, the gods they believe in are women when they are mortals.

If conditions permit, Wowo will of course prefer to choose men as the medium of their gods. But the history of the Church of Knowledge is too short, there are not enough believers, and so many suitable ones cannot be chosen.

In contrast, the Church of the Aristocratic Church not only selected women, but even the appearance and temperament were similar to those of the nobility who had not yet sealed the gods, and did not know how many carefully selected.

In this battle, they brought in two saints. It is said that this number is enough. In fact, the main sacrifice did not mean that one would not be used. Isn’t the nine legendary powers enough?

In the end, she brought these two saints because of a wonderful hunch.

Her hunch is indeed very accurate, although she has not been able to save her own life, nor has she been able to win for her. In the present case, even if the **** of the nobility immediately descends, it is difficult to recover the battle.

At first glance, it seems that they have lost.