A deep sense of despair shrouded everyones heads. At this time, even the most stupid person could see that the other party was just playing with them.
Hipamila probably saw this too. She stopped and pushed away the girl with thick eyebrows. “You start first, Ill stop after it.”
“Master Priest?”
The girl with a thick eyebrow was stunned. She looked at Hipamila with a stunned expression, but could not say a word.
The others stopped at a long distance. They looked back to this side and couldnt help but shout, “Adegeya, Lord Magistrate, what are you doing? Keep up!”
“Master Lord she … she said …” the girl with thick eyebrows stuttered.
“After Im off, you run away, or we wont be able to run any of them.” Hipamila said to everyone again.
Everyone was stunned.
It is impossible for the priests of the Yan Temple to say such words. Their duty is to guard the order. Although the protection of civilized society and ordinary people is also the teaching requirement of the Jin Yan Road, it does not include self-sacrifice.
In many areas of Warnd during this time, religions definition of guardianship almost originated from this, and it was illogical to let priests, especially high-ranking priests, sacrifice in order to protect ordinary people in a civilized society.
Civilization is so difficult to take root in this treacherous land. In the eyes of most ordinary people, every outstanding individual deserves to be protected so that they can play a greater role in the world of order, not for some. Insignificant people die.
The priestess is so outstanding. To anyone, she is so young. She should be a genius in any temple.
How can they let geniuses die for themselves? Such selfishness also makes the most despicable people feel ashamed.
The crowd stopped subconsciously and said loudly, “Master, we are with you.”
“You go,” Hipamila smiled slightly. The scene in front of her reminded her of the past in the Temple of the Earth. Every mothers child is glorious and proud. Before they lost this glory: “I It was Hemiruds clergyman. “
Mother daughter.
The girl with thick eyebrows opened her mouth: “Sir, we cant let you die for us …”
“I wont die,” Hipamila was assured as if she were articulating a truth: “Master Lord will come and protect me.”
“Master Lord?”
The tentacles had already crackled at this time, crushing two rows of houses on both sides of the street, and behind them, the girl with thick eyebrows looked at it with great fear.
The big man was anxiously anxiously trying to rush over to pick her up and run, but he knew he couldnt do it at this time.
Hipamila looked again at the young man in the black robe, who had followed them hurriedly to the present. “You run with everyone,” she said.
“I am a Blackfire,” the young man replied suddenly, “Master.”
“It doesnt care who you are,” Hipamila replied, pointing her tentacles closer.
“No,” the young mans sweaty, curly long hair stuck to his forehead, and he argued loudly: “I mean, Im a cultist, sir, dont you care?
…… (To be continued.)
The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 12 Lord Lord
“You are a Blackfire,” Hipmela smiled slightly. “Do you know the origin of the Blackfire?”
The young man froze.
Pandoras magic box was opened, war and plague, monsters and disasters followed, so was the era of the so-called civilization disaster.
It was the most glorious era of the Temple of the Earth, and Gaias daughters and the Mines guarded this civilized and orderly world. At that time, Hipamila knew that there was a group of people who lost their families and loved ones because of the invasion of monsters, vowed revenge, took the black flame as the mark, and enemies with the monster for life.
Together with the Temple and the Legion, they were called the three swords of civilization.
But time flies, swords are decaying.
She winked at the big man, who immediately rushed to the girl with thick eyebrows and ran away, and the crowd finally began to turn around. The young man in the black robe stayed for a while before hesitating to follow.
He thought for a while before tearing off the brooch representing the Secret from his robe and throwing it into the ruins aside.
Behind the crowd, dozens of tentacles finally caught up with Hipamila and pressed her together.
“Miss priest!” The girl with thick eyebrows couldnt help screaming.
Hipamilas figure disappeared.
Fredericks tentacles surrounded the priestess in the center. They were intertwined with thousands of faces on them. These faces changed their expressions and whispered whispers, like whispers in their ears, whispering, and long chant interest.
Hipamila felt a voice in her head. That sound was like hundreds of peoples voices superimposed together. They repeated different tones and different contents, humming and noisy, but they made people understand the content.
“They betrayed you.”
“The Earth Temple no longer exists.”
“I know you. Little girl.”
“You are the priest of the Temple of the Earth.”
“You dont belong to this era …”
Hipamila pursed her lips and frowned at the big guy. She was still a little scared in her heart, but she was the shepherd of Himilud, who was pasturing the earth on behalf of the goddess. She must wait. Flock, stand here.
She took a soft breath. The breast was undulating. “I know you too. Friedrich, your rhetoric wont confuse me,” she said loudly.
A low laugh burst into her head.
“Hehehehe.”
“But I found something interesting from the thinking of these people …”
“Do you want to see it?”
“Poor, the once glorious temple is now a vassal of the barbarians.”
“Do you know how the Earth Temple perished?”
The noisy voices are upside down and annoying. Thousands of tones overlap, as if there are hundreds of people chattering in your mind.
“Those ordinary people dont understand …”
“How proud you are.”
“They only know Fly Camp Gou.”
“They killed your companions and betrayed your faith …”
“You are incompatible with this world.”
Hipamila was silent.
The last sentence struck her heart. The girls eyes were glittering, her mouth opened slightly, but her heart was full of softness. She knew in her heart that she really did not fit in with this world.
This is not her time.
Himilud is the King of Chongshan, and her pride led her to carve the throne to the summit of the mountains, all year round under the chilling wind.
And her priests are equally proud, and each shepherd is the most outstanding and beautiful girl of her age, and her heart is pure and flawless. Unwavering determination and respect.
This arrogance is born, as if naturally overriding mortals, they guard mortals, like a flock of watch goddesses.
Because the lambs are weak, they need their protection.
They are strong, so they can show mercy.
But that era is finally over
From the moment she was called to this world. Understand such a truth.
This is a mortal age. Hipamila silently put away the pride in her heart. She is a smart girl who knows how to protect herself. She learned to smile politely, like a gentle and approachable girl, like a girl next door.
She watched the world without saying a word, because she understood that she was out of step with this world, and only in her heart evaluated the backward production technology, outdated armaments, weak strength, and unwavering will to fight. Times.
Maybe its kind, but its too weak, if the goddess is still there, it will be another look.
How should such a world fight against dusk?
She felt a little weird. She didnt understand why Master Martha and the people of God had to arrange it this way, but on the one hand, she did not dare to consult the history books about the past.
She knew she was afraid.
Because pride cannot tolerate mistakes.