savior epic

Chapter 318 I Curse You
The huge statue of Sabella moved its feet, lowered its hands, and leaned towards the crowd with its bloated face.

"Damn things!"

Qim cursed, he took out a crossbow from his arms, and pulled it one after another.

The crossbow slammed straight into the face of the god statue, but the latter was unscathed.

Qim threw away the crossbow, pointed at a thin believer, and shouted: "Push it out, stop it! The cold wind touches your soul!"

The believer's face was full of fear, his legs and feet were trembling, and he was about to step back. Suddenly, several hands were placed on his shoulders.

The other believers of the old gods pushed him almost at the same time to the statue of the god whose head was on the ground.

The idol opened its lips with a click.

The believer was sweating coldly, and under great fear, he walked involuntarily into the lips of the idol.

"Aminna the Practitioner!"

Seeing that the pace of the statue was delayed, Qim tensed his veins and said:
"On the other altar, what is the sacrifice to be offered?!"

Amina was sweating profusely, and she didn't know much about the myths about Sabella and the plague god Stullard.

Staring at the altar, she was terrified and hesitant.

At this moment, Qim was holding the wooden staff with both hands, his lips were moving, his eyes of spiritual vision were wide open, strings of platinum inscriptions popped out of his mouth, and then he poured out a bottle of emerald blue liquid and dropped it on the ground Braving the slightest cold air.

Qim chanted for a full minute, and the icy liquid gradually turned into a ball of frost and cold dance. The believers of the old gods saw this spectacle, and hurriedly knelt down and prayed.

The statue of Sabella finished eating a living person, its lips were full of fresh blood, and its stone eyes rolled to look at Qim, the priest of the cold wind god.

Qim moved without hesitation, and once again uttered words made of platinum inscriptions.

"The cold winds of the stars, follow the Graman feats of the celestial kingdom!"

The wooden stick in his hand was already covered with a layer of frost, and the liquid under his feet emitted vigorous cold air, and it spun rapidly, kicking up the snow and frost around the mountain road, and the frosty blade was like a hurricane spiral, rushing towards the statue of Sabella .

Pieces of ice skates collided with the statue made of huge stone, making a loud bang, blasting frost that permeated the surroundings, spreading on the face of the stone statue, trying to freeze it.

Qim tried his best to delay the steps of the statue of Sabella.

Amina's eyes sometimes fell on Stullard, the god of plague, and sometimes on the altar. She and a group of believers tried to find clues from it.

Lomea's palms were sweating, and she suddenly had a certain intuition, but she couldn't be sure.

But right now, not only was Sabella's statue not blocked by Priest Qim's frost, its lips curled up even more, as if mocking.

Lomea clenched his fists, turned his head to face Amina, held his breath, and vomited suddenly: "Aminna! In the name of God, I curse you!"

Amina was stunned on the spot, she didn't understand why at first, and then an indescribable guilt spread from her feet.

"You disobedient person, I curse you!"

Lomea cursed again.

She took a step forward and pulled out a small knife from her bosom. The rest of the believers looked at Lomeah in astonishment. They leaned forward and tried to stop him, but it was too late. Grab Amina's old arm.

With a bang, the blade slashed across, and blood flowed from Amina's arm.

Amina groaned in pain, before she could react, blood flowed into the altar.

Kaka.

Under the sound, the statue of the plague god Stullard moved slowly.

Its body movements were far stiffer than Sabella's, as if the sacrifices in the altar could not satisfy it, but it moved after all.

Stullard's statue raised its thick left arm, and pressed down like a mountain towards Sabella's statue.

Like the sound of thunder exploding on a sunny day, the left arm of the statue of Stullard slammed into the head of the statue of Sabella, pressing it to the ground, creating a huge pit.

Lomea let go of Amina's trembling hand, Pepper girl turned her head and smiled apologetically at Amina.

Amina nodded slightly, after the initial panic, she had recovered.

When she was cursed by Lomeah, the guilty Amina mistook for a moment that the young emissary was not a real emissary, but a face disguised by the angels who came down to earth.

The reason why Amina has such thoughts is firstly because trying to get a finger on the ancient scroll is an unpardonable felony, and secondly because there are indeed many such stories in the scriptures.

In addition, many of Lomea's concepts of Confucian classics are unheard of to this practitioner, and even very subtle.

"Solve it?"

Chim gasped, and he spat on the ground,
"These two goddamn statues must be caused by the master of the true religion, dirty gods!"

As he said that, Chim struck the wooden staff in his hand twice, and the believers of the old gods behind him hurriedly knelt down on their knees, prayed to Graman, the god of cold wind, and condemned the Lord who insulted the true believers.

There is still no sign of opening the rock wall gate behind everyone.

"Maybe not yet," said Amina.

As soon as the words fell, the hand holding the statue of Sabella trembled sharply, the face of the statue of Stullard lost its vitality little by little, and the giant hand inevitably loosened.

Amina hastily placed the bleeding wrist on top of the altar, and the blood flowed out one after another until her face was weak, and the statue of Stullard was still gradually losing its life.

The person who practiced the scriptures suddenly changed her mind, she thought of something, and hurriedly said: "The blood sacrificed to the statue of Sabella did come from a person who stole and betrayed, but the blood sacrificed to the statue of Stullard came from me, and I did not Not really cursed."

After the words fell, the faces of everyone present turned pale, fear, panic, sadness... all kinds of emotions spread instantly.

Lomea clenched his fists and looked at the struggling statue of Sabella. The latter's face rose from the ground bit by bit, the corners of his mouth were bent at a very high place, and his terrifying appearance made people tremble all over.

Unstoppable fear can destroy a man's sanity more than a sharp knife.

"O king of my king, bless us!"

Seeing despair, a believer suddenly knelt on the ground and bowed his head in prayer.

The rest of the believers sent by Sohe also knelt down one after another, folded their hands together, and prayed for the favor of the King of the King.

The statue of Sabella was raised higher and higher, and the statue of Stullard became weaker and weaker. Amina, who had been bleeding, was dizzy. She knelt down on one knee and whispered the same words in her mouth.

The statue gradually broke free, and Lomea felt her legs and feet trembling. She couldn't help clasping her hands together. In fear, she lowered her head and prayed:

"God, bless us!"

These insignificant words were drowned in the cries of "the king of my king".

Only Lomea knew who the god he was talking about was.

(End of this chapter)