As time comes, the atmosphere in the town becomes more and more lively.

Children were dancing in the street, while adults were preparing food and programs for celebration.

After seeing off the mother and son, Martin sat in the yard and looked at the temple complex in the distance, his heart was covered with a layer of gloom.

Rebirth Festival, rebirth?

What kind of organization is Pale Poetry?

Snatch and grab. What kind of enemy will he face next...

After writing Newton's three laws again, Martin rubbed his hands and organized the rough and yellow paper into a book.

The sky is still gray and white, and there is no trace of sunshine at all. The whole world is shrouded in a gray atmosphere.

Martin once again doubted the authenticity of this nightmare.

How does nightmare come about and what principle does it exist?

If dreams refer to nightmare, then why can only extraordinary out of control cause nightmare?

Martin suppressed his chaotic mood and narrowed his eyes slightly to look into the distance of the town.

Half an hour later, the town residents gathered in the open space in front of the church.

The bonfire is lit and the smoke rises.

Martin had sensed some strange fluctuation of power in the air.

A ritual in a certain soul realm?

As an extraordinary person, Solam has a certain degree of majesty.

He had always had a calm face, and few people around him dared to come over, and even did not dare to keep his eyes on his face for too long, for fear of offending him.

He sat quietly near the church, incompatible with the festive atmosphere.

The priest was solemn and solemn in black and white robe.

The two people's eyes occasionally meet in the air, with an inexplicable sense.

The priest also acted as the host in this festival event.

He will announce what to do when and what to do.

The sky gradually darkened, and the bonfire became more and more prosperous.

The crowd has passed the dinner and is performing an original singing and dancing performance around the bonfire.

The noisy singing and dancing made Martin feel even more irritable.

On the road in the distance, a team of temple priests in white robes rushed to the town.

The carriage stopped in the open space not far from the church.

Martin saw the woman in the lead slowly walking off the carriage.

The decoration on her body was extremely weird.

Some kind of twisted skeleton similar to corals made into a vest that looks like an armor, inlaid on a white robe.

Her hands were also surrounded by bone guards of the same texture.

The face under the white hood was extremely pale and bloodless. The black hair and pupils were particularly conspicuous because of the skin and the outfit.

In Martin's eyes, there is some additional information.

There was a certain fluctuation in her body, and it seemed to be integrated with the rituals around her.

六号 Jiubing Chinese 9bzw.com 六号. "Let us invite the messenger of the goddess to offer a gift for our children."

As the host announced loudly, the crowd shouted various names to the carriage beside him and worshiped him.

"God's envoy!"

"Goddess!"

"Empress of All Power!"

...

The atmosphere of celebration gradually turned into fanatical worship.

After the woman walked out of the carriage, she did not stop. Instead, she turned around and stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to welcome an important person to appear.

A trembling and tender palm was then pulled out by her.

He had tan hair, only thirteen years old, and his face was pale because of fear and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Modes!

That should have escaped to Modes hundreds of kilometers away!

Martin's heart sank suddenly.

It's not that simple indeed!

But which part of the problem is there?

Or is the whole plan a conspiracy?

At this moment, a strong sense of withdrawal came from all around.

Martin felt that his body... or Solam's body began to become uncontrollable.

It's like a cutscene is entering a game, the sound and picture are all alienated.

Martin realized that this should be the most critical part of Solam's memory and cannot be modified by others.

Commonly known as the transition stage.

In this state, he could only observe what was happening from the perspective of a bystander.

What was Solam's mood at that time?

His son Modes was caught back.

So what about his mother, Feili, the woman she loved deeply?

I'm afraid it has...

Although he could not control Solam's body, his rising and falling chest and his gradually thick breath said it all.

Five thirteen-year-old children stood side by side at the church door, either curious or fearful on their faces.

The crowd was possessed and knelt under the stairs, muttering something.

In addition to the inherent piety of the believers, there are many other fanaticism on their faces.

The woman in costume held a bone-like long staff in her hand, and there was a strange head at the top of the staff.

Her eyes were on Solam from time to time, and her thin bloodless lips curled up slightly, as if she was mocking something.

The fluctuations around were getting stronger and stronger, and a certain force was brewing wildly in the fanatical atmosphere, beginning to infect everything around.

I don't know when the clouds in the sky dissipated.

The silver-white moonlight shone on the ground.

It shines on the five children, and forms an extremely bright column of light.

Especially Modes, located in the middle of the five children!

That column of light was particularly dazzling.

The priest looked at Solam's direction and signaled that he could do as agreed.

Solam stood up and drew out his sword.

Judging from the skillful and stable movements, Martin speculated that he should belong to the God of War sequence.

He could not tell for a moment what would happen next, whether everyone would become the sacrifice of the goddess, as the priest said.

But as a father, he finally stood up resolutely.

The long sword with silver light burst out from his hand tore through the air, rolled up the harsh sound of breaking through the air, and waved it hard towards the priestess, bringing a silver-white phantom under the moonlight.

boom!

The bone staff in the priestess's hand sank downwards.

!

A translucent spiritual figure emerged from the bone staff, and an extremely cold breath erupted from the skull-like mouth and nose.

The breath condensed into white frost, part of it pounced on Solam, part of it lingered around the priestess' body.

Solam turned around and avoided it. The light bursting from the long sword remained unabated, and the speed also accelerated a little, and rushed towards the priestess with an unrivaled aura again.

The white frost-like breath touched the sword body, condensed ice flowers, making the hilt of the sword in Solam's hand extremely cold, like thousands of years of ice.

Moreover, the frozen power is still spreading upwards.

Solam let out a beast-like roar from his head, and he used all his strength to grit his teeth and stab him straight!
To be continued...