A black bullet flew forward with the rotation given by the rifling. At such a speed, the people who stopped Taluo one after another seemed to have stopped.

The black bullets passed over their hair tips, ears, eyes, and even their fingers, as if passing through the fallen leaves, threading needles and threads all the way, chasing the last greenery.

But the black crystal warhead shattered before touching Taro's body. The black smoke made the goddess narrow her eyes slightly. It was a very straightforward aura. The forgotten breath of Naia symbolizes the death of thought and memory.

The long black trajectory pulled out by the bullet is like an "ink line" rubbed in the air. There are six such ink lines in total, intertwined radially among the crowd. Those ink lines exude the power of Naia's forgetting. Originally The angry and fanatical people seemed to have forgotten what they were doing and where they were, and their excitement ebbed quickly, and they just searched in confusion.

The Laughing Man threw off the magazine of the Colt M1851-shaped black revolver, and the ectoplasm manipulated six bullets into the magazine like obedient bees. With a flick of the wrist, the revolver instantly recovered, and it was raised flat, fired almost without interruption, and the muzzle spewed out flames.

Those bullets are attached with the same dark gold color as the Blame Sword, and they are bullets that can injure gods.

No longer caring about her friendly image, Tarot grabbed the confused people around her with her invisible giant hands and piled them in front of her, letting the bullets make a crisp sound.

These people still have to be of use to me. This is Taro's idea.

So she stopped trying to enjoy the support. Behind the crowd, a figure rose higher and higher. When people turned their heads, they only saw a slender and somewhat weird figure standing in front of the strong light.

The figure had a pair of gray-white big hands representing "plundering". She gently asked for it with both hands, and repeatedly made a profane gesture. People's skin shriveled like oranges that had been stored for a long time, and their hair withered quickly. The essence of life was purified and possessed by her, and people fell one after another, falling to the ground like dried fruits. They died in the dirty streets of downtown.

Tarot's secret treasury contains the reverence and love of the people in the lower city for her, and when she faced a crisis, she chose to "eat" part of the "love" directly.

Chunshen's existence form was completed, but to Xiao En's surprise, she abandoned her human form.

He saw the piece of emerald green shatter, as if a group of blue birds flew into the sky and merged into one piece...

I can feel an invisible breath permeating the sky above the street. The breath is moist, warm, and contains the meaning of hair growth-it is a pure "spring".

Although she can't open the Kingdom of God again, her strength has recovered by 70% or 80%.

A strange figure suddenly rushed out from the side, and Sean found that Bill had lost his human form at this moment. Although he was still wearing a white shirt and tattered black trousers, his body and demeanor had completely turned into beasts. His back was arched high, his spine seemed to burst through the skin, and he looked like a strange-looking alien hound in human clothes.

The hound climbed up the outer wall of the building, leaped towards the shapeless being, and gnawed at the thick, formless thing with pure hatred.

The Abyss Hound couldn't fly, and half of it was made of flesh and blood. After a bite, he fell from the air lumberingly. Everything that happened just now was like an overwhelmed hunting dog jumping off a cliff, gnawing at a piece of cloud in vain.

Bill fell to the ground and crawled. His face was completely swollen and deformed. Human features were squeezed together with half of a beast face. He looked up at the bite wound on "Cloud", where there was a piece of ether-colored sparks jumping.

Then, the insignificant bites began to spread across the greenery. It's as if the same bite is repeating itself along the edge of the previous...

It is a special attack belonging to the hounds of the abyss, and the idea of ​​destruction is poured into it, creating a "bite" that can continuously proliferate, like thousands of invisible hounds galloping along the green clouds. bite!

Watching this scene from the ground has an indescribable sense of dream. The secret library seems to be distorted by the master's pain, the buildings in the lower city twitched and deformed slightly, the green cloud above it shrank, and the gnawing sparks of a shining machine continued to spread, as if some kind of purple-blue flame was in the air. The grassland in the sky spread, and the illusory howling sound came from high in the sky, echoing incessantly between the sky and the earth...

Xiao En realizes that now may be a good opportunity. The incomprehensible means of the Creation of the Abyss has caused great pain to the current Taro. If it is supplemented by the Torch of the Oath...?

Glancing at Bill, who was prostrate on the ground, the Laughing Man squatted down suddenly, his legs swelled up, like a water bag that was filled instantly, and then he leaped high with the help of spirit matter, and the ground sank suddenly, like a shot from the ground. A black cannonball.

The cannonball sent the sword upward with great force, and for a moment, the tip of the sword seemed to be red and white hot due to the friction of the air.

As if trying to pierce the blue sky, the Laughing Man's sword tip and body pierced through the thick green cloud, and the rusty yellow torch also ignited Taluo's body and spread rapidly. Two very different flames vie for "territory"...

The two looked up at the ever-changing sky on the ground, and various halos were alternately projected on their faces, as if they were witnessing an overly intense aurora.

Above the green cloud, the painful wailing was even worse. She suddenly gathered her expanding body and condensed it into a female image. One hand quickly swept across her body, peeling off the things that burned her body, and using the power of "distribution" , thrown at the Laughing Man and Bill.

The two of them dodged sideways, dodging the ferocious thing, which burned a hole in the ground. Burning with no fuel on the ground.

Tarot seemed to have originally planned to intimidate the two of them by covering the sky, but he didn't expect that both of them had the means of attacking the intangible, and instead caused him to suffer heavy injuries.

When she fell back to the ground, she was no longer wearing the gorgeous emerald-like long dress, but was wearing tattered clothes that had been burned by the flames. No one would have thought that Ms. Taro would be wearing such clothes.

She knelt on the ground and gasped in embarrassment, and she recovered for a while before suddenly standing up.

The ragged goddess stood up abruptly. But the place where she stood was the New York Harbor many years ago.

The child peddler carrying cigarettes on the shelves, the wharf hooligan who threw coins maliciously, the carriages parked in rows in the distance, the huge figure holding the torch did not exist at this time in the harbor with a wide view.

This was when New Testament City could only be called "New Testament Town."

That's when Tarot really was in tatters.

In the smelly cabin of an immigrant ship with poor conditions, she endured a week of unbearable shaking with immigrants from the continent.

This goddess who used to live at the junction of the forest and the village and had a good life never thought that such a day would happen to her.

At that time, the "Holy Return" took place for more than a hundred years, and the European continent was finally completely unified by the monotheistic salvation religion. Taro, one of the polytheistic beliefs, followed those desperate immigrants to the New World.

However, due to the few believers, she has no supernatural powers, and she is almost equivalent to an ordinary person.

She remembered that she fell asleep happily in the long river of history before, and followed many good gods to leave this world gradually ruled by humans... but she didn't know why she woke up again and ended up like this.

Right now it's like the worst nightmare a **** can have.

I don't know where to go, so I can only survive on Newlander, which has not yet become a country.

The memory at that time is not very clear, only remembering tossing and wandering for a bite to eat, but not daring to go to the wild - the local gods are much stronger than her. In order to survive, she even engaged in the flesh and blood business to please human beings...

She once trusted human beings and confessed her identity to them, but she encountered merciless ridicule and ridicule.

Only when he fell into such desperation and misery, did the once carefree God know how difficult it is for people to live in this world.

Maybe it was due to population growth, or the long time of awakening, but later she recovered her weak divine power~lightnovelpub.net~ and can distribute trace amounts of vitality. In order to make a living, she lied that she has thaumaturgy and can improve crop yields in exchange for the farmer's reward...

As a result, he ran into the witch hunting movement that spread from the European continent, was exposed and arrested, and was tortured beyond human form.

Originally thought that she would be executed by humans, but the greedy farmer "raised" her privately and used her as some kind of "magic fertilizer". She was imprisoned in a stable with a collar around her neck to prevent escape.

Because she was judged as a witch, she was treated as a servant of the devil, and what she ate every day was leftovers and even boiled water. Humans never ignored her pleadings, and they didn't even give her a bucket of water to wash her body...

A once noble **** wandered into the world and saw the "evil" in the world. In the stinking stables, it seems to have become some kind of stinking livestock.

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