Soul of Negary Vol 3 Chapter 65: Advent

The saint twitched, and he became more frightened.
With the power of the silent god, he forcibly transformed into a life with a curved surface angle away from life and death, and he can observe a certain future.
And the body structure is extremely unstable, and it will collapse in a short time, so the saints say good, but in fact it is only a disposable item, so the selected people must be fanatic believers.
But any believer will collapse as soon as he sees that picture, because that is the cruelest thing for believers.
So at this moment, the saints really seriously considered Negri's proposal to change to another god.
His expression is heavy. If he still maintains the body of a living person, he will probably feel difficulty in breathing under great psychological pressure.
At first, the panic of the blood of sin was awakened. Later, in order to save his life, he had to join the silent church, using the means of the silent church to suppress the blood of sin and grasp its power.
In the end he really believed that the blood of sin was a noble blood, and the silent church was the church of God, which would bring them happiness and hope.
"I'm sorry this lord." The saint's body burned with blue flames, and his figure disappeared quickly. He was going to notify the silent church. This is a trap and a conspiracy. Continue to plan and only involve the silent church. Perish.
No matter how God exists or whether he will die, the silent church has saved his existence, and there are many people in the blood of sin, so he must save the silent church anyway.
Negri picked up the teacup and sighed, then picked up the book, and the gear turned slightly.
Negri admires capable people and is willing to give them a chance, but once he has determined his position, Negri will not be unwilling to start.
The structure of the saint's body collapsed rapidly, the blue flame was burning wildly, he was going to return to the plane of reality, he was going to change the determined fate.
It was only at that moment that his body collapsed, crushed and twisted by the force of the curved surface, and became an insignificant dust in the world.
Negri sat in the tree hole, and the invisible germs continually flowed on the bookshelf. They returned the knowledge records of the books to Negri's body.
In this world, Negri dares to claim to have the best knowledge of mysticism. In his soul body, he has recorded various magic books, with roughly 13,000 volumes.
Negri has carefully studied every magic book, whether it is strong or weak, when it can become magic, he has a reason.
Negri studied not the magic recorded in it, but the truth and reason contained therein.
As long as Negri has mastered the truth and reason, similar magic rituals, Negri can easily take it.
For example, the angle of the curved surface has been passed down by the Silent Church for so long. The achievements are not knights, and Negri only discovered the existence of the angle of the curved surface not long after contacting another angle three years ago.
It is precisely because of this that the gear plan will develop so fast.
"I will accept your persistence." Negri drank the tea in the glass in one breath, feeling the sweetness of the slightly bitter one, just like the wild fruit, it has too many useless emotions, stupid, Ignorance, bound by those ridiculous feelings, but it was that persistence that made him delicious.
The same is true of the fruit that is about to rot outside.
Pan Nuo looked at the burning scene around, and gave a stern grin. He squatting his body, his combat effectiveness is not strong, after all, he is old, his body should have died long ago, and now it is only relying on the transformation of the moon tree buds The magic power is hard to hold.
"Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha, I'm wrong!" Pan Nuo's shrivelled body was almost cut off, and the final magic was ignited, and his dry body began to burn with magic fire.
If the city did not sink to the ground and was completely destroyed in that battle, perhaps it was the best ending.
"I was wrong!" Pan Nuo fell to the ground, shouting weakly and sincerely, the flames on his body spread by him to other places, he exhausted all his strength, and put his hands into the mud.
It was his greed that pushed everything to the present situation, and he could not be forgiven, because no one can forgive him.
The flame on the skinny body gradually extinguished, and now he is no longer qualified to continue to burn, and he can't sense the existence of the sprout, whether or not he burns himself, at this moment is the end of his life.
The flames began to spread, his body turned into smoke under the hot air stirred by the flames, and the scrutiny for thousands of years was the biggest torment for him.
The high priest did not care about the inferior species, or even around the spread to the distance. In his view, as long as it does not affect the process of calling the gods, all are small things that are not worth mentioning.
"Go forward, there, the seat of God is there!" The high priest pinched the staff, his thin knuckles were white and blue, and his eyes were almost excited to pop out of his eyes, and the silent disabled who had a lot of disabilities quickly opened up Passage to the upper end of the mother tree.
Pulling the wooden door open, they saw Cromi standing in the middle with his eyes closed, and a tender shoot on his forehead was prominent.
Looking at Kromi's beautiful body, the high priest shuddered and murmured: "It really lifted the curse. This body, such a perfect body, is what we should be!"
"Prepare to wake up my lord, everything is just right now, and we will finally be bathed in the glory of God's gift." The high priest was no longer excited, and quickly ordered everyone to start arranging.
Although the mother tree is dead, the texture is still very good. It is the best material for making staff. There is no problem in making the altar.
With a seedling of the moon tree, a body with a blood awakening to the extreme, and being on the mother tree, one of the biggest magic materials, this is almost the best time and place.
There is nothing to hesitate. The ritual of awakening soon began. A large number of sapphires were placed in a fixed position, and a large-scale commemorative ritual was quickly placed.
After all, the silent is above the ruins, not far away, as long as there are not too many mistakes and omissions in the ritual circle, there will not be many problems.
Noah took a picture of the formation and directed some people to perfect the same formation. Cromi frowned and seemed to be experiencing something bad, but at least for now, he didn’t wake up so quickly. come.
At the angle of silence, the blue light sphere suspended in the air flickered slightly. The elven named the Serenity Messenger has been killed by the Seven Gods, and here is just his remnant in a special space.
Because of this special angle, it is difficult to be completely eradicated. If there is no accident, he should always sleep, but today he was touched by some kind of breath.