Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1609 A brother is not as good as a loving brother
Orka, the deputy chief of the Bantu tribe, scratched his hair vigorously, and asked in a very strange tone: "Rabina, why did Xiao Mintai become a big girl in a blink of an eye, wearing a felt hat with rabbit ears?" I still remember how diligently helping Aunt Balrena."

"Don't talk about you, I also have this subtle feeling. It may be because Mintai has been studying magic in Belmar for the past two years and rarely returns to his hometown." Rabina sighed faintly, and there was still a hint of imperceptibility. Sour, a touch of vinegar.

When Mintai finished the sacrificial ceremony, he no longer ran to him immediately like before, innocently asking me how I was doing, but ran to Yelin happily~ He knew that his sister was Really grown up.

A dear brother is not as good as a loving brother.

Mintai only came back to his hometown during summer and winter vacations, and he didn't see each other for half a year, so it's easy to have a feeling that this girl has grown up suddenly and has been reborn.

If you get along day and night, it is indeed the most difficult to detect.

"So that's how it is," Orka suddenly realized, and then took a swig of the kumiss.

Thanks to Min Tai, the pioneer, a good boy, who has laid a solid foundation of friendship with Principal Shalan, he decided to send a group of suitable students to continue to enroll when the magic school recruits new students next year.

Now Xiao Mintai is not only a Bantu wizard, a student of the magic school, but also an image representative of the Bantu tribe.

How do you say it in the principality's language...a diplomatic envoy?
Since the emergence of the phenomenon of self-transfer, the Arad Continent seems to be a toy that has been wound up, and the speed of change is really terrifying.

The ice dragon entrenched in Kannake Mountain was wiped out, the mysterious Van Ness was opened to humans, the legendary news from the heavens was confirmed to be true, and the disasters of the apostles followed one after another...

The Bantu tribe living in a remote place was really caught off guard. Suddenly, their tribe had a strong sense of crisis... that they would be severely abandoned by the times.

Therefore, the Bantu people have been relatively active in the continent of Arad in the past two years. They have actively reached various trade exchanges with Belle Mare, sent students to school, and opened the snowy area to accept foreign tourists in summer.

Even Buvanga decided after learning about the pretender that Mintai would feel wronged this year and go to Hutton Mar for the New Year.

There was bound to be an emergency meeting between the principalities and the empire, and Min Tai was smart enough, quick-witted, and popular to represent the Bantu tribe.

Orka continued to fill a bowl of kumiss, and suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Rabina, how old is Mintai?"

"Four years younger than me."

"Beating around the bush, who did you learn from? I'm not your father. How do I know your age?"

It seems that in the blink of an eye, Xiao Mintai, who is loved by everyone from the Bantu tribe, suddenly grew up~

It made Orka feel a sense of embarrassment. He has no wife or children. Mintai can be said to be the little girl he watched growing up.

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After Lucille woke up in the room, she stared at the roof and remained silent. Now her mouth is dry and her body is hot.

Dornier's internal structure is not very complicated, she found the bar slowly and poured herself a glass of ice water, the ominous burning blood cooled down a little.

She carefully removed the Law of Conviction half a finger thick from her waist. This is the holy book of the Tribunal, which has very lofty meaning and powerful power.

The wound left by Di Moore had already begun to scab. She treated the dirty blood on the edge of the wound, and then frowned deeply.

There were eight hundred pretenders who died in her hands, and all of them were interrogated and killed by very cruel methods. In her eyes, the lives of heretic believers are even more humble than ants.

"The so-called God's mercy, God's mercy, where is it now?" Suddenly, a mocking voice came from an unknown corner.

"Uh……!"

Pain flashed in Lucille's eyes, and cold sweat covered her back and forehead almost instantly. She crushed the glass in her hand vigorously, and the sharp shards pierced her bloody hands, and she was able to regain her senses.

"Who is talking nonsense?" Lucille stood up and looked around, there seemed to be a flame burning violently between her eyes.

At the moment when she was in a daze of reason just now, she heard a very strange voice, that person was questioning the power of God, tempting her to let go of her fatigue and stubbornness, and welcome the real salvation.

"He can neither see your pain nor hear your prayers. God is just a ridiculous lie, an excuse for self-deception." The lingering voice sounded again, continuing to seduce.

Lucille finally realized that the voice didn't come from a certain corner at all, but... her own inquiry, she was talking to herself.

"God, this action must have a true meaning that we cannot understand. What I have to do is to awaken the heretics' fear of God." Lucille retorted solemnly, but suddenly covered her chest in pain. The moment she was cut, she had expected it.

She was tricked, and the crazy blood curse was devouring her sanity, and it was she who was talking, and also the terrifying demon born in her heart.

"Heretic! Haha, Lucille, you are also an evil and filthy heretic now, shouldn't you tie yourself to the stake and burn your unclean body with divine flames? Could it be that you understand God's will, How can you be so selfish?"

"Coincidentally, that's exactly what I mean."

Asking and answering by herself, Lucille's extreme character has been brought to the extreme at this moment, and her strong aversion to heresy also includes herself.

She slowly opened the law of condemnation in her hand, and said calmly: "The pretender should be burned and crossed."

She walked out of Dornier's warm cabin, tightly grasping the flickering tomahawk, her knuckles turned white, and found a remote and quiet no-man's land in the city.

Most of the Bantu residents have gone to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, and the fringe city of Amros is even more empty, and there are no other people's footprints covered in the snow.

"Fire!"

A cross bursting with divine flame rose from the ground, and the blazing high temperature melted away the nearby snow, exposing the hard ground.

Lucille's cheeks were unavoidably darkened, and the divine flame, which was usually bright and spiritual, had now turned into a strange black-purple flame.

This represents the sacred and punishing flame, which is being polluted by the blood of the pretender.

The divine flame, who was usually very kind and could be commanded like an arm, was burning so strangely before her eyes. Her skin was burning hot and stinging, and her mushroom-headed hair was also dry and curly.

The firelight of the cross was reflected in Lucille's amber eyes, and there was an indescribable firmness. If this was the punishment sent down by God, she would not hesitate to throw herself into the flames.

"If God can hear my atonement, this body will not burn until the day I complete my final mission and go to hell, if not, I am also a heretic who should be burned, and now I will be burned physically and mentally. "

As the leader of the Heresy Inquisition, Lucille seems stubborn and extreme on the surface, but she has extraordinary will and ability, and she quickly found an idea to crack it.

It is to leave all choices to God to judge.

If this body infected with the curse of blood deserves to die, then she will burn herself without hesitation, turning into ashes without regret.

On the contrary, if she can survive, it is God's will, and she will take advantage of this to fight against the inner demons produced by the blood curse.

Heretics, not burned with their own fire, here is the proof.

Lucille took off the metal cross hanging around her neck, held it tightly in her palm, her prickly palm hurt, and bravely walked towards the burning cross.

hula~

As if sin was used as fuel, the black and purple flames spread violently, engulfing and enveloping Lucille in an instant, leaving no one in sight.

Ye Lin, who was watching secretly, showed an expression of admiration. Lucille's madness was not only towards others, but also towards herself.

God's law needs such a strict self-disciplined executor.

A little later, Lucille's sonorous voice came from the flames: "God bestows mercy on the pious, God punishes those who go astray, as long as my dark hands can still hold the battle axe, the spark will not go out for a day, The fear of the wicked will not dissipate."

Lucille walked out of the flames again, her eyes were burning with black and purple flames, and the corners of her mouth were sneering. By chance, she obtained some kind of stronger power.

It's like in a certain dimension, after the Archangel Michel accommodated Chaos Ozma, the primordial power that was born - purification!
But did God really forgive her?
Lucille doesn't know, but she will never forgive herself for making mistakes, because the power of this part of the flame comes from the pretender she hates.

"About the curse of blood, I heard that there is a thing called the Blood Drinking Cross, which can be lifted by destroying it." Ye Lin came out and said.

"Not necessary for now, this black flame is uniquely destructive, it's what I need." Lucille was not surprised that Yelin would be there at all.

"But you still need to bear the sanity erosion of the blood curse all the time, and if you make a careless move, you will collapse into a demon..."

"It doesn't matter, my heart will still follow God until the day I go to hell, Yelin, I have a request, if my sanity is really eaten away and collapsed, please kill me directly, don't hesitate, thank you."

She yelled that Yelin was a heretic every day, but she didn't expect that she would become a heretic all of a sudden, which is really ironic.

(End of this chapter)