Quantum Godhead

"So what? Bandit Emma, ​​do you expect me to be grateful to you?" Julia sneered, the hatred in her eyes undiminished.

"Julia, yes, I know your name, don't ask why." When Heras heard this, he didn't bother to have a good relationship with this girl who didn't know how to be grateful. He said bluntly: "I saved you by speaking out You, and helped you relieve the acid poisoning in your body, you just need to read one thing, about..."

"Don't even think about it! A descendant of predators and warmongers! I won't do anything for you!" Julia gritted her teeth. Emma cut it into pieces, and it seemed she didn't mind eating it either.

Heras clicked his tongue a few times. He was a little impatient with this attitude, and he didn't even appreciate the grace of saving his life. He couldn't think of any way to show his favor to this girl. He couldn't say that he was pretending to be a girl. Emma's, so he just came hard.

"Don't stare at me so bitterly and bitterly, little girl, as soon as you woke up, you cast the deadly curse mantra of 'tearing pain' on me." Heras shook his index finger and said, "Fortunately, I don't How afraid of pain, but as a reward, I must let you taste this pain first."

Julia has always been entangled with strong magic electricity and sealed extremely cold frost, but she has never given up using divine power to resist these magic effects, and she is indeed about to get rid of them.

The pastor has already made up his mind to die with this damned Amarr. The elves don't know him, and if he can kill the Amarr in front of him, even if she really dies, no one will leak the news. As long as those who want to If those who plundered her 'God-sent soul' did not know of her death, the tribe of Narnia would be safe.

But before the priest girl started to blew herself up, Heras's index finger touched her forehead.

As the fingertips suddenly darkened, a black shadow penetrated from Heras's index finger into the girl's body.Julia's pupils immediately shrank to the size of a pinpoint, and the bright purple meteor trails that kept passing through the irises of those pupils were blocked!She gasped as if she was suffocating with asthma, and opened her small and exquisite mouth weakly, as if she was about to scream in pain, but there was no wailing sound, only a trembling 'ho ho' from her throat rolling Voice.

[-]th-Level Dark School Spell - 'Torment'

This is a lethal punishment spell!The reason why it is called a penalty spell is because the spell requires physical contact to take effect, so it is not very practical in battle.

The whole body of the priest girl was shaking like an epileptic seizure, her skin turned pale to almost transparent from the extreme pain, and her cold sweat was like a waterfall.Her emerald green hair like emerald crystal silk and the sacrificial robe of the soul god were wet in an instant, and because she was sealed by the extreme cold and frost, even her trembling was limited to a very small range, how painful it was Needless to say.

Not long after, the female pastor's cold sweat became bloodshot, her pupils became dizzy, and her breathing became intermittent.

Seeing this, Heras withdrew her fingertips and maintained the effect of the spell for a while, and she probably really died.

But now Julia has been tortured to the point of confusion.She couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear as if her face was paralyzed, the corners of her mouth drooped weakly, and some crystal saliva dripped on her chest with white foam.

But even at this time, the girl's slack eyes still showed unyielding stubbornness and deepening hatred.Heras started to admire her, so revenge seems a bit too much?

"A little punishment." Heras lifted the collar of the girl's sacrificial robe to wipe off her saliva, then patted her on the cheek, and added, "Educate how you should treat your savior."

"Damn... strong... robber... scum! Don't expect... don't expect me to help you... do anything..." Julia even in the daze in a state of collapse.Still cursing intermittently in a soft voice.

Heras was really having a headache at the moment. This girl's bones were harder than he imagined, and he knew the effect of the 'torture' spell clearly.There are very few people who can persist until they are in a state of insanity and still do not give in, but he can no longer continue to cast spells, otherwise Julia will really die.

"Maybe girls are more afraid of those?" Thinking of this, Heras couldn't help threatening: "I can play with you, like this..."

After speaking, he took out the metal staff, lifted the hem of the priest's sacrificial robe with the tail of the staff, and lightly tapped Julia's lower abdomen.

"Dirty robber...Emma scum! Well-mannered...scum, you can do whatever you want...Even if you kill me...don't expect me to help you... ...." As if she didn't realize that she was touched by the cold metal, she just opened her slack eyes, tilted her head weakly, and murmured, with hatred, despair and indifferent sarcasm in her eyes Let Heras understand that no matter how much he teases the priest, he probably won't give in.

"I really can't be unscrupulous." After hearing the girl's unyielding curse, Heras withdrew his staff a little depressed, and sighed helplessly.

But then he remembered Julia's diary, and couldn't help thinking: "If she really wanted to die, she should have died long ago."

"The second son of the duke named Erakon needs her to sacrifice voluntarily, so she has to live as long as possible, otherwise the Narnia tribe may be angered." Heras guessed that she should not be afraid of death, the reason why she was hunted down When he fled desperately, was he afraid that the news of his death would be made public, which would implicate the tribe?

Thinking of this, Heras said confidently: "You are not afraid that I will transform you into an undead creature and let you go shopping in Shalherend. How will Priest Erakon deal with the Narnia tribe? "

Julia froze suddenly when she heard the words, she even forgot to breathe for a while, the God of Soul is on top!How did this bloody Emma know what Erlaken wanted to do to her? !Then her tribe...

"I happened to be investigating the matter of Elakon and the Forbidden Pattern." Seeing that he had hit the girl's weakness, Heras continued to speak brazenly, "Maybe we can cooperate."

The pastor girl immediately replied coldly: "I don't believe in Emmas!"

"But now it's up to you not to believe it, why don't you believe it once?" Heras replied with a smile, the feeling of catching people is really good.

Julia was silent for a while, and Heras did not urge her. It was not until the paralysis of the electric shock and the restraint of the extreme cold and frost were gradually eliminated by the divine power that the girl realized that she could move.

"Don't think about dying with me, little girl." Heras calmly reminded: "Maybe I can't stop your divine power from self-destructing, but I can guarantee that I will be unscathed, and then I will kill you." The news of the death is spread everywhere, and your remains are brought as evidence."

"Don't call me a little girl." The female priest took a light breath and temporarily suppressed the hatred in her heart. This Amarr's way of dealing with the curse of magic has subverted common sense. As for killing him, the girl has no confidence at all.

"Okay, Julia, have you thought it through?" Heras smiled lightly, and compared with the image of the perpetrator just now, he looked like a different person.

"What do you... need me to do?" the pastor girl stood up on the edge of the bed and asked suspiciously.

Under the spell effect of 'torture' just now, Julia's purple sacrificial robe of light and dark was completely wet with cold sweat, and now it was tightly attached to her body. As she stood up straight, Heras saw those outlined body contours.

Although her female features have not yet fully developed to the most shocking curves, her youthful outline has already outlined a suffocating and deadly beauty. Even if Heras has a quantum brain, it is almost impossible to simulate a more beautiful body Shaped, because this has almost reached the limit of human aesthetics!

"To be honest, your beauty is shocking." Heras admired it for a while, and then admired it in a flat tone. He didn't talk about the girl's senses, but he was never stingy in admiring natural art.

"Thank you, what do you need me to do? You shouldn't be interested in my body." Julia replied in a cold tone. Although she was thanking her, it didn't sound like she was thanking her at all, but instead revealed deep-seated hatred.

She looks less than 15 years old, but she has already reached the level of a fifth-level god-favored person. This kind of promotion speed can be said to be extremely rare in all the highest planes of human beings.

In fact, when she was in the Bangara Freeport, Julia was still only at the fourth level, and she was promoted to the fifth level on the way to escape.And the promotion of the gods needs a quiet and ethereal communication environment, and it is definitely not like the bloodlines who break through in battle and life and death experience!Therefore, as a pastor, being able to advance in this kind of turbulent escape can already show that she is extraordinary.

Especially from the diary of this girl, it seems that she has not received any special religious guidance from the Great Soul Temple. In fact, all the Great Soul Temples in the highest plane of Anfalong may not know that the God of Soul has already taken care of her. Such a priest speculates that Julia's divine talent is no longer amazing enough to describe.

"Elaken blocked the news? The Church of the God of Soul should not know your existence, otherwise how could he dare to do whatever he wants to a priest like you." Heras took out the stone platform fragments and said casually: "You Help me look at this."

"Yes, we can't get in touch with any high-level soul temple." Julia gathered her emerald green hair like emerald crystal silk, and said in a clear and sweet voice: "Because there is no soul temple in the United Arab Emirates." , otherwise he would never dare to threaten my tribe."

After finishing speaking, the female priest was about to take over the fragment of the stone platform, but when her eyes glanced at the texture on the stone platform, a look of extreme horror suddenly appeared in her eyes. (To be continued..)