Vol 3 Chapter 670: Support the rhythm of the end!

Just as Witgar was proudly ascending the high platform, countless believers cast their eyes on the worship of worship, and the attic door was pushed open from the three-story roof one hundred meters away from the left side of the church.
Squeak ... A few knights dressed in armor of the Light Temple came out, headed by a young man, with a normal face, narrow eyes and narrow eyes. His manners were relaxed, like going to a small party among friends.
Glancing to the left and right, smiling and reaching out to say hello: "Hi, children, good noon."
In addition to the several light knights who suddenly arrived, there were other people on the roof, that is, some children about seven or eight years old lying on the eaves fence and looking down.
Of course, no one wants to miss the gospel of listening to the gods. But in such a crowded environment, adults certainly don't dare to take their children out. After all, if it's scattered, the probability of getting it back is too small, so most of them choose to lock their children at home. But the child was naturally active, and was very curious to see the lively scenes outside, so this scene appeared.
After hearing the sound of the door opening behind them, the children might think that their parents had approached them. The small faces turned around were a bit frightened. Mumu stood and did not respond to the young man's greeting.
After touching his nose, the young man shook his head and pouted: "Well, what's wrong with children now, don't be polite at all."
"Cough, Don ... ah, sir." A middle-aged man behind him coughed twice and said blankly, "It doesn't seem that we are here this time to discuss children's politeness."
"Ha, Lao Lei, take it easy." The young man shrugged. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised. "Remember what I said before? Be patient. You can taste greater success."
Speaking of which, don't guess, these people are naturally Tang En who stayed here for three days.
Although the mouth said patience, but the roof was so large, Tang En didn't continue to ridicule Raymond, walked a few steps, came to the eaves facing the church, and looked at the crowded crowd below and the statue of light A shorter platform. I couldn't help squinting: "Oh, the battle is quite big! This can't have tens of thousands of people? It really makes people want to lose an explosive crystal ..."
"Huh?" Raymond, who had just reached the eaves, heard his eyes widen suddenly, staring at Tang En's hands. Not to blame him for being so careful, it is really too unconfident in this guy who often behaves unexpectedly.
"Uh, what kind of expression do you have ... just talk, humor, do you understand humor?"
With a quiet hum, Raymond couldn't stop talking nonsense with Tang En at this time, and looked away, staring fiercely at the distant Vitega. It seemed to be remembering something, his face gradually twisted.
Tang En glanced. After thinking about it or saying, "My plan is to let Vitega eat the evil fruit and die in the hands of the Light Temple. But if you want to avenge yourself, I can think of some ways ..."
"Don't take a deep breath!" Raymond slowly moved his eyes away, his eyes drew slightly. "According to the teachings, clergymen should be tried by the tribunal for wrongdoing, and other institutions have no right to interfere ... let him be tried, this time. He cannot escape. "
Patting Raymond's shoulder, Tang En nodded slightly and said nothing. Although he did not catch Raymond's set of Puritan rules, everyone had his own insistence, and he would not interfere with this.
Leaning to the side, Tang En waved to the members of the gray space holding the props: "Let ’s start, the drama is always going to be performed ... I am!" After a word, Yu Guang seemed to glance at something, Tang En looked at it completely. Change, instantly pulling Raymond down on the roof.
"Well ..." Raymond fell over to the ground and couldn't help but let out a groan, then looked up at the pain, looking up as if he had never been calm, but now there was an undisguised look of Tang. Well, he asked, "What happened?"
When he wiped his forehead vainly, Tang En looked extremely weird, stunned, and then shook his head silently: "Nothing, see an acquaintance ... Well, according to my hometown, this is called a narrow road for enemies!"
Raymond froze, then said nervously: "This will not affect the plan?"
"Of course not! Eh, but you need to make a change ..." Tang En felt contemplative when he touched his chin, but his eyes brightened swiftly after the child who was not far away, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised, smiling. He beckoned, like a wolf that abducted Little Red Riding Hood. "Children, come here, my brother will give you a very interesting toy ..."
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At noon, it was fine and the clouds were misty.
On the top of the Zhangzhang platform, although the chill wind continued to strike the body, looking at the ants like ants below, feeling the almost substantive worship respect, Vitgar's chest was fiery, and he couldn't help being ambitious!
Finally came to this step, and finally, succeeded!
The old man trembled slightly, this was not nervous, but excited! Strong excitement! Even if he has seen big scenes like him, he can't help but feel numb with his whole body and his feet floating like clouds.
Taking a deep breath, reluctantly suppressing the joy in his heart, Vitega bowed slowly, and the slightly prolonged tone seemed extremely solemn and solemn at this time: "All pious believers, I am Vitega, and I hereby extend my greetings to you. Greeting with the blessing of God the Father. "
Wow ... Thunder cheers rang, and the sound of waves kept rolling upwards, as if the strong wind caused Witgar's robe to flip.
The believers certainly have reasons to be excited. We must know that Vitega is now the spokesperson of the God of Light walking in the world. The blessings spoken by him are the true blessings of God!
Having been enjoying cheers for about ten seconds, Vitega pressed his palms, and then in a short moment, the sound waves receded from near to far, and disappeared in no time.
Witgar nodded with satisfaction, he enjoyed the feeling of complete control over turning the clouds and covering the rain, which really fascinated him.
Fortunately, Vitega also knows what to do next. When he has stabilized his mind, he will preach the gospel to the believers.
In fact, the certainly didn't tell him the gospel, but what about it? He is now a spokesperson for the gods, so naturally what he says is what the gospel is. As for whether it will offend the gods ...
Honestly, Vitega really didn't care. He asked himself not to be a pure believer, and did a lot of evil things. But that's it. Doesn't the cast an idol on him? What does this mean? This shows that the does not care about the evil he has done before. As a result, the ‘little good-faith lie’ is even less concerned this time.
Besides, miracles usually come only once in hundreds of years, even hundreds of years, and Vitega thought he could not live that long. So, what happened to it after I died ... That's what Witgar thinks now.
"Ahem ..." After clearing his throat, Vitega put on a majestic look, and was about to raise his hand and say the gospel of the gods, which had already been prepared. But just then, stunned,
Wow ... an uproar suddenly sounded from below, because the sound was too much and too complicated, and finally became a deep buzzing, noisy ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Wittgar's face suddenly sank, a little unhappy Already. I am about to proclaim the Gospel of God. What is your attitude? Waiting for the sound to be suppressed, but the dense silhouette in the sight was like a tide, high and low, and continued to spread to the distance until the end of the sight, the scene was magnificent!
Everyone bowed down at the same time at this moment ... What is the situation?
For a moment, Vitega didn't think he had such energy, he could kneel tens of thousands of people casually. And why is this scene so familiar ...
Looking up subconsciously, Witgar was dumbfounded, slowly opened his mouth, dumbfounded!
In mid-air, a huge and magnificent shore figure is slowly emerging from the void, holding a torch in hand, half-covered by sackcloth ... The shocking scene over the town before was performed again!
With his legs softened, Witgar was the closest. Looking at the huge idol at his fingertips, he could not help but bow down. My mind is chaotic ... I am! Father God, you are too face to face, this is the rhythm that vows to support me to the end ...
………… (To be continued ...)