: Section 915 Crazy gambler

The text of section nine hundred and fifteenth crazy gambler second [more] Author: Fang want to update time: 2015-08-1918: 40: 05 Word Count: 3797 Taffy elders looked bright hall empty, some absences. When the focus of his gaze finally fell on the golden figure just above the main hall, the original gaze was suddenly a lot of excitement, but it quickly became complicated and difficult to understand.
He followed the elders for decades, and obedience to the elders has long been a creed of his life. No matter how difficult and sinister, he always stood beside the elders and guarded his flank.
The elders also proved their trust in him with an incredible victory. He never lived up to it.
But this time...
These hesitations and distractions flashed through his heart, and his eyes quickly recovered. After all, he has gone through countless storms and knows that the plan has begun. At this time, they have no retreat.
Only success can make everyone's sacrifices meaningful, so that their efforts in these decades have not been in vain.
Tafi has never been a woman, and there are countless blood on his hands. But this gamble still makes him feel bad.
Because of his many years of power, half of the elders in the temple were personally chosen by him. These elders, who are strong and capable, can be seen from the progress of their cultivation of holy inflammation. Many elders are actually more like his students, but all of them will give everything for this gamble.
He personally created all of this, and from the time he began to teach them about a few decades ago, the plan began quietly. He had thought that for so many years of psychological construction, he could calmly face it, but when he saw the golden pillars rising from the sky, he still felt like a knife.
This is a real gamble. If you win, the temple will have no constraints. The entire Guangmingzhou will only have one master. The will of the temple will be carried out in every corner of Guangmingzhou. This is the deepest desire of every great elder, but no one has ever realized it before, and never gave up.
If you lose, you lose all the elders, and the temple is in name only. And such a crazy and means will make the temple become the existence of the entire Guangmingzhou, and no one will forgive them.
Therefore, they must win. Only by triumphing can they write their history.
Tafi’s gaze has once again become firm as iron.
Bright and everlasting!
For the sake of the temple, all sacrifices are worthwhile.
The golden holy scent flows through the floor of the Guangming Hall, and the big elder figure in the fire is not as old as it is, still as stalwart as when he was young. The elders stared at the bright reliefs on the walls of the Temple of Light, where countless heroes were vivid, and that was the epic of the Temple of Light. Each of the important battles of the Temple of Light is engraved on it, and every ancestor elder who contributes to the temple.
It is the presence of these predecessors and elders that have the weather of the Temple of Light today.
The high-level of every generation of the temple is so determined and enterprising, regards the expansion of the temple as its own life, and the elders are no exception.
I don't know if there will be my own position in the future, and I don't know if I will lead the temple to light or darkness. No, you are right! Those giants, taking advantage of the merits of the year, are everywhere in the temple, they must die!
He needs a powerful Guangmingzhou. Only Guangmingzhou, with only one voice, will be truly powerful, and it will be able to defeat SAARC in order to conquer the world and conquer the heavens.
Now Guangmingzhou, there are too many sounds!
"How?" He suddenly asked, the golden sage of the whole body, silently swallowed.
Is Tafi slightly inferior, just like a few decades ago: "The plan is very smooth. There are already 344 prison sentences in the trial."
"Three hundred and forty-two." The elders murmured, as if they were feeling, they were like: "It is not easy to cultivate 342 elders. This is your credit. I have not been in these years." Governing, hard work for you."
Tafi was warm in his heart and smiled: "You are so polite, it is really uncomfortable."
There was a chuckle in the flame, and the elders sighed and sighed: "I know that you are reluctant, and I can't bear it. You know me. Although I am not a charity, I am not a tyrannical killer."
Tafi bent down and respectfully said: "Of course you are not."
"They died because of me, this name I should recite." A sigh rang in the flame: "But this is our responsibility, the responsibility of our generation. Blood, reputation can be sacrificed, and only sacrifice. If we do not solve these We will miss the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a chance to unify the world. We must sacrifice, and only then can we leave a clean Guangmingzhou to our successor."
"Your painstaking efforts will be remembered by future generations." Tafi was sincere.
"I don't care." The voice in the flame was old and firm, showing arrogance, arrogant domineering, and the flames flying freely. Tafi seemed to see the young figure that made him convinced.
The figure in the flame slammed his hand, and countless Mars splattered: "Do what we should do, since the palm of your hand is already covered with the blood of our own people, then the blood of the enemy is the best wine, not drunk?"
"Your will is light." Tafi's waist is bent lower.
The figure in the flame raises his arm, and the palm of the flame is pressed against the bright sun directly above the relief.
The white sacred spurt emerges from the sun, and then the holy scent spreads around and turns into a white flame door. The elders took a step forward and stepped into the flame door. The elders of the flame door disappeared at the same time.
Tafi got up and he felt full of strength. My life is about to come to an end, and I can play the last glimmer of light and heat before I die. What regrets?
His eyes flashed, yes, it is a wonderful thing to leave a clean Guangmingzhou to future generations.
The flame door disappeared behind the elders, in front of him, the Knights of Light.
Sophie stood at the forefront of the team and was silent.
The elder was obviously irritated by the situation at hand, and his voice revealed anger: "Why didn't you implement the plan?"
Sophie stood up: "I stopped them."
The elders in the flames stared at Sophie, the angry roar disappeared, and his voice became low: "Why?"
Sophie started, her eyes were clear and clear: "They are my soldiers, I can't let them die in vain."
Silence, repressed silence.
"Charles are dead, I don't want them to die too." Sophie whispered.
All the anger disappeared instantly, and the figure in the flame was a bit stunned. After a while, he said: "Yes, Charles is dead, but we have to avenge him."
"Revenge for him, he can't live, but everyone will die." Sophie shook his head: "They can die on the battlefield, but I don't want them to die like this."
"They won't die." The elders said.
"Yes, give up life and become a soul." Sophie looked straight at the figure in the flame: "There is no temperature, the erosion of the years makes the memory dissipate a little bit, forgets your loved ones, forgets your lover, becomes A machine that only knows how to kill. What is the difference between death and death?"
"Yes, no difference, maybe not as good as death." The figure in the flame is not angry, his tone suddenly becomes severe: "But they are the soldiers of the light, they are the light knight, give everything for the temple, is Their meaning, whether it is alive or dead."
Sophie is silent.
"Only they are going to die? The 564 elders in the temple, already 342, have died. They have no chance to become a soul. They are gone, nothing left. They are The souls are dedicated to the temple, and before they die, they suffer the burning of the soul. The remaining elders will burn into holy inflammation before sunset tomorrow."
The indifferent voice came out of the flames, and all the light knights, all involuntarily raised their heads and were shocked.
"This is a gamble, a gamble that can't be lost. Everyone in the temple has to become a chip and put on a gambling table." The cold and ruthless words are like sharp daggers piercing everyone's heart, the elders The voice ridiculed: "All of you are given to you by the temple. Each of you has vowed to give everything to the temple, including everything about you. But now? The temple needs you to die, you But it has shrunk."
"No, I just don't want them to die without meaning." Sophie did not shy away from the eyes of the elders: "They are soldiers! They should die on the battlefield! Instead of being in this dark corner, they will die in order to become souls." ""
"No one has the right to choose, Sophie." The elders said: "This is a war, you can never decide where your battlefield is, just like you can't decide how you died. I can do it, Just let your death, don't lose meaning. And try to, I can't guarantee anything, but we have no choice."
"Headmaster!" A bright knight stood up: "The elders are right. How we die is impossible for us to decide, but I have never forgotten my vows."
Another bright knight stood up: "I will swear to defend the light!"
"We should have died for the temple~EbookFREE.me~ Let the elders take the lead, it is too frustrating."
All the light knights stood up, they lined up neatly, standing in front of Sophie as usual.
Hey, everyone salutes Sophie.
"Head, we will be the soul again in the future, we will never look down on you again."
"Head, wait for us to come out."
"Head, don't die in front of us!"
"Head, we will certainly fight side by side!"
......
The bright knights turned and stepped into the white aperture behind them. As soon as they stepped into the aperture, the aperture was like alive, giving birth to a white light curtain that slowly rose. The white light curtains rise above their heads, gather them into a light, and wrap them in it.
One by one, the lights are neatly arranged, and there is no more sound, and the shadows are faintly visible inside.
The golden sacred inflammation spreads from the bottom and quickly wraps the light. The source of the holy spurt continues to infiltrate into the light, the shadow of the shadow inside, the constant painful struggle.
Sophie burst into tears.
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