Mystic Holy See
v2 Chapter 126: delay time
"Ferre, take out your heart and let me see, do you really have no complaints!" La Masia asked the old man in front of him in a loud voice.
Ferrell's old-fashioned face twitched, and he turned pale, looking at Helena, who bowed her head in silence, and then turned back after a while:
"Yes, I have resentment."
Ferrier spoke with pain and remorse, but his eyes were still firm.
"The moment Aselina was cursed, I almost lost my ability to think, and I didn't know how to react."
"But as a believer, I don't question God's qualifications!"
Ferrell grabbed the collar of his chest, stared at the betrayal in front of him with the storm horn in his hand, and said in a pious voice:
"He is fair. There is no difference in his eyes for all living beings. The Hemod family is strong because of him. As believers, how can we just ask for it? At that time, we are obliged to know what 'sacrifice' is!"
"Aselina is not dead worthless, she is glorious and great, that is the honor of being a believer, she will understand!"
The corners of Aldrich's mouth twitched on the edge, and he hardly knew how to evaluate the three views of this mad believer. At least it was absolutely impossible for him to sacrifice the lives of his relatives for God.
It is not that adjectives such as 'glory' and 'great' really become glorious and great.
There is a saying that is right, faith has power, but it is also dark and cruel.
At this time, this space has changed a little. The space above the altar is gathering particles, but it is not clear to the naked eye.
The horn in La Masia's hands became brighter and brighter. He counted the time silently, but kept saying, "Really? I hope Caban can understand you, and Helena can understand you too."
"Kaban..." Ferrier froze for a moment, his expression even more gloomy.
"How does it feel to kill your own son with your own hands?" La Masia laughed in a hoarse voice.
Ferrier was speechless, he could convince himself that Aselina's death was a necessary sacrifice, but his son, Helena's father...
The grievance of death!
"I'm the one who's sorry for him." Ferrier pursed his dry lips, unable to defend himself, but he didn't immerse himself in his emotions, took a deep breath and said, "I know you're stalling for time."
La Masia's heart skipped a beat, her face didn't change, but she suddenly felt that something was wrong:
His old friend is not stupid. He used the past to attack him and tried to delay time, but Ferrier really cooperated with him to delay?
Ferrier looked up into the air, his wrinkled face returned to calm, as if all the emotions just now were not from him.
He said calmly, "I'm also procrastinating."
At this moment, an ancient coercion suddenly descended in the space! La Masia, a rank 6, held the storm horn in his hand, but he didn't hold it for even a second, and his knees instantly touched the ground, and his eyes were bleeding!
Aldrich, who was on the edge, and Helena, who was behind Ferrier, were lying on the ground, unable to lift a finger!
"Impossible..." La Masia's eyes showed panic, and she reluctantly raised her head.
Above the altar, a dark blue hazy mist appeared at an unknown time, and it was squirming and shrinking, like a worm's egg!
The entire altar seemed to come alive in an instant, and the patterns engraved on it radiated blue light in circles.
La Masia barely grasped the storm horn in his hand, tremblingly said, "How could he have recovered to this level..."
The only one who was not affected, Ferrier, walked towards La Masia step by step, with an ethereal voice:
"Roland, no matter how beautifully you and Arnas say it, your unforgivable betrayal is a sin!"
"In front of God, your hidden thoughts are as conspicuous as mice in the sun. Yes, you need the bloodline of the three major families to enter here... But as long as you have the heart, I can easily collect these."
"I took precautions against you from a very early time and collected blood. In the past two decades, I have sent 13,000 souls to the great gods, including 3 cursed ones!"
Ferrier stopped in front of La Masia and looked down at him from a high position: "It really surprised me that the Church of Storms gave you the horn of the storm, but that's all."
As soon as the voice fell, the brilliance of the storm horn held in La Masia's hands dimmed, and in an indiscernible 'click' sound, a crack penetrated through it, and this extraordinary item that Aldrich could not understand the function was destroyed.
La Masia's eyes trembled, his hands were stiff, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say. His 'spirit' was suppressed by space, and he could hardly mobilize his extraordinary abilities.
Ferrier took the damaged storm horn and squeezed it into pieces.
"I won't kill you, I want you to witness the awakening of my **** with your own eyes!"
The coercion in the space disappeared, and Aldrich got up from the ground trembling, bleeding from five holes.
His current condition is a mess. Even though the super-speed regeneration continues to heal himself, the constant trauma still makes him embarrassed.
La Masia stood up from the ground, looking up to the sky was a silent wave of terror!
The sound wave tidal went straight to the blue mist in the air, but other than making the mist misty, it hardly caused any waves.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
La Masia's clothes were finally messy, crazy and destructive. The sound waves were no longer interrupted, but the entire space was not affected at all. The full force of the rank 6 Beyonders was like a child's fist at this time. .
Weak and powerless.
Aldrich groaned constantly, and blood poured out of his mouth. He was not Ferry, nor was he the protected Helena. The aftermath of the sound wave could almost kill him!
The constant use of super-speed regeneration has almost exhausted his 'spirit', and once the 'spirit' is exhausted, Aldrich will no longer have the possibility of survival!
He took out a solid pill from the inner pocket of his clothes, swallowed it without hesitation, and the 'spirit' in his mind shook, and instantly recovered 30%.
This is the Black Gold Beast No. 3 war potion suitable for rank 2, one of the few rank 2 war potions he dispensed.
It's a drop in the bucket, the restored 'spirit' also won't last long!
He's feeling painful and funny now.
He came here in order to save himself and witnessed the chaos of God and the struggles of the believers, but he could not participate, could not escape, let alone obtain the blood of God.
Aldridge thinks his adventure is a joke!
Ants……
He is very clearly aware of his own status!
Ridiculous~lightnovelpub.net~ Anger, unwillingness, remorse, nostalgia.
Emotions hit his heart like waves.
"I can't just wait and die like this!"
Aldridge told himself this in his heart. He raised his head desperately, looked at the center of the platform with his eyes that were about to explode, and looked at the foggy **** egg that was expanding in the sky.
Maybe, the **** of the Storm Goddess will wake up from there.
Aldridge was panting heavily, thinking frantically about what he could do.
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