You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 67 Gifts
The rain blocked the sight, but not the fear.

Aldis knew he was wrong.

Wrong.

He holds the sacred object "Silver White Earth" in his hand.

It can control creations like the Moon Cub that do not have a full mind but are affected by the moon.

It can also strengthen its own control over the power of the earth.

Therefore.

Only then could he try to change Yige's wooden cabinet from a distance, creating conditions for "Moon Breath" to attack.

At the same time, dozens of moon cubs can be summoned to ambush in the alley to intercept Priest Terence who has not yet returned to the Temple of Father Earth.

Aldis went all the way up to the top floor of the mayor's office where the source clock was placed, and rang the summoning bell.

They immediately rushed to the place where Terence and the Moon Cubs were fighting.

Easily harvested Terrence, who was exhausted from fighting.

Although this well-known priest in "Talek" does have two brushes.

But after killing six or seven moon cubs, they fell into a decline and could only defend passively.

Aldis didn't expect the Cubs of the Moon to kill Terence easily.

They are just "semi-finished products" in their infancy.

It is characterized by relatively strong perception and stealth capabilities.

The strength may be strong compared to ordinary people, but it is really not outstanding in front of most priests.

Not to mention the "crawlers" transformed into under the influence of their "field".

Aldis didn't even bother to summon them to fight for him.

Of course, even the Cubs of the Moon cannot be called powerful at this stage.

It is no problem to use them to fight consumption.

It's just convenient for me to wait for work at leisure.

Unfortunately, he made a fatal mistake.

Big mistakes.

The "people" in his cognition.

Feeling weak after exhausting your energy.

Faced with a seemingly endless number of monsters when weak, it will be frightening.

Fear may inspire a moment of courage.

But after this courage has also dissipated,

No matter how strong a person is, he is just a piece of meat on the chopping board.

let him slaughter.

But Yige completely exceeded his expectations.

The black robe priest did not show the slightest fear when killing the cub.

On the contrary, the more he killed, the faster he killed, and the more he killed, the more manic he became.

It was as if the blood and corpse of the Moon Cub provided him with a steady stream of strength.

Because of this.

Under the pouring rain.

Before Aldis figured out the situation.

Already had to face the confrontation with Yige again.

It's just that now, his mentality is completely different from when he blocked the way of Yige and his party.

He wasn't ready to fight Yig at all.

Rivers of blood flowed under his boots.

stained his boots red.

He raised his head in shock, and just happened to look at Yige, who was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

Those are definitely not a pair of human eyes!

What emerges is a wave of pure malice made of pure joy.

Extremely sublime and extremely evil.

Suddenly lost the cover of the night cub.

Unprepared Aldis is like a lamb that has been stripped of its wool.

Fear penetrated deeply into my heart, and gathered into drops of cold sweat on my forehead.

He subconsciously shrank towards the corner.

The river of blood and mud on the ground completely soiled his white robe, which had been stained red when he killed Terence.

His complexion was extremely pale.

In the night came the sound of rain, wind, and the man's footsteps.

The voices were intertwined, forming a gust of wind and showers in the ears of the priest in white.

His heart was beating wildly, as if about to break through the cage of his chest.

His breathing was as harsh as a twisted string being plucked.

The figure approached slowly.

Aldis forced himself to open his eyes.

What came into his sight was a sea of ​​red.

Standing above the Red Sea is a figure

Wearing a black robe dyed red.

The priest in white grabbed the ledge of the wall, trying to calm himself down.

But his heart was shaking violently.

The fear dissipated a little, and immediately surged up again from the soles of his feet, pervading his body.

Aldis struggled to control himself, trying to breathe normally and calm down.

However, the feeling of coldness and stagnation never fades away.

The priest felt a deep fear.

He sat there, praying silently.

Pray to Father Earth, and pray to Luna.

As the footsteps approached, the shadow of fear entangled him so that he was almost suffocated.

He experienced the despair in the endless darkness.

At the same time understand that this demonic priest will not let him go easily.

That being the case.

Aldis clenched the "silver land" in his hand.

Gather all your strength.

The thick elements of the earth answered him faithfully.

His confidence seems to have recovered a bit as a result.

Father Earth hasn't given up on him yet!

"Earth fissure!"

He almost gritted his teeth and shouted out.

Rumbling--

Another thunderclap.

I saw tiny cracks first spreading on the ground in front of Aldis like a spider web.

Then it expanded rapidly, showing a bottomless crack.

This crack is quite wide, extending into the distance, swallowing the remains of the black-scaled monster in the alley, the walls and buildings on both sides, gravel and trees.

wow wow wow-

The rain poured down from the sky, together with the blood that had already accumulated on the ground, rushed to the depths of the ground along the cracks in the ground, forming a magnificent and moving waterfall.

"call--"

Aldis let out a long breath.

The earth will bless its children.

No matter how powerful a person is, he will eventually be annihilated by the mighty power of the earth.

He had never felt so at ease.

Like a condemned prisoner whose noose has been removed.

Breathing heavily.

Sudden.

He felt a strange wind on his neck.

Aldis's stretched body tightened again.

A thought that he couldn't even imagine appeared in his mind.

Is it?

The coldness ran across the skin.

He twisted his neck stiffly to the left slightly.

Facing Igna's twitching face!

Aldis's heart felt like being grabbed by someone in an instant.

His complexion flushed red from the short-term intense stimulation.

What frightened him even more.

Iggy wasn't looking at him at all.

Instead, he checked his limbs up and down.

It seems that an experienced carpenter is measuring the material with his eyes.

Time froze.

Aldis's mind and body were shrouded in this endless torture.

He felt abandoned by the world, huddled alone in the rainy night.

Tears rolled down, diluted beyond recognition in the gusts of rain.

But even so, Aldis could still feel the sting they left as they slid across his cheek.

Wet clothes clung to his pale skin.

Fear prevented him from controlling his body movements.

A hot current gushed out from under him quickly.

As the stench permeated, Aldis felt unprecedented shame and despair.

But his strong desire to survive made him ignore these things.

He prayed to Yige with extreme humility:
"Please."

"Let me go."

"I am willing to repent."

"I am willing to make amends!"

"You can tell me to do anything."

"I don't want to die!"

"I don't want to die!"

Aldis' cries even briefly overwhelmed the heavy rain and the sound of waterfalls.

The stench and noise made Igger frown.

The joyful mood cast a layer of gloom.

Sure enough, the blasphemers were generally mentally ill.

Obviously, he gave Aldis the opportunity to make atonement with his own flesh and blood.

He is making trouble for no reason here.

So, let's do it now.

Yige put his hands on Aldis' head.

The latter seemed to have expected something and struggled crazily.

But Aldis, who had already collapsed, was completely incapable of stopping Yige.

Crack puff——

Bones were crushed.

The muscles tear apart and the serous fluid is released.

pat.

Aldis' body lost all momentum.

He fell straight to the ground.

There was a lot of blood splashed together with the wooden stick in his hand.

Iggy avoided the excrement on the ground with some disgust.

He wiped the blood off his face again.

Only then did he look intoxicated at the headless corpse of the white-robed priest.

Bring your right hands together and stroke against your chest.

down.

To the right.

up.

left.

The sense of anticipation in my heart is about to overflow.

Mouth could not help but murmur:
"How savage I am."

"How noble."

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