Oracle of Terra

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"Sister Shirtel?"

The boy named Arnold looked at the suddenly dazed Shirter, and the girl also woke up from her memories.

The unforgettable pain, as well as the unwillingness from the heart, and the hatred for the white-haired man seemed to still remain in her mind.

"what happened?"

But she understood that it was just a memory, just an unwarranted memory.

After countless memories reappeared in front of his eyes, Shirtel thought that he was already used to this happening, but what was the scene just now?

The river of flames and the white-haired Sarkaz man are obviously very different from any memory fragments so far. She has never seen such a scene or such a place.

"That's right, three monks have come and said they can help us."

"Cultivator?"

As a Sarkazian, Shirtel is not seen by the Lateran people. This is also a long-standing problem in the country of Kazdel and Lateran. Demons and angels, Sarkaz mercenaries plundered Lateran Caravans of men, battles with angels carrying guardian blunderbusses, and the dangerous stash of someone's cheap apprentice speaks for itself.

So Shirtel originally wanted to turn around and leave. Although she planned to leave this abandoned mobile city with the children and people of the church, she didn't plan to deal with the Lateran people.

After all, in the eyes of most people, demons are not welcome.

And those bandits were also chased all the way to this gray stork city in order to attack her, an unpopular demon, and killed more than half of their partners.

Of course, the biggest reason is that she seems to be attracted by something along the way, moving in this direction, and her mood is just like before, surrounded by anger and unwillingness.

She wasn't such a bloodthirsty person.

But just when she was about to turn her head and leave, she froze.

"It's really a red-haired big sister."

It was a Liboli youth wearing a black robe, with a long sword decorated with a cross on his waist. He had black hair and black eyes, and looked ordinary, but it was such an ordinary man who made her weapon start Burning on its own, mobilized her emotions.

"And it's dangerous."

Telles' pupils shrunk and smashed open the window of the church, while Shirtel's long sword pierced through the air.

"It's so dangerous, so dangerous, I was almost seduced by those beautiful legs, and I was almost stabbed to death. If it wasn't for the warning that caused my brain to hurt, I really wouldn't be able to react."

The black priest's coat became messy, and the corners of the clothes also had scorched black marks, which made him grit his teeth in distress.

"That's all I have."

Langdon Abbey's only priest's coat that fits his size, and this Miss Shirtle is really grumpy... no, should I say old friend Shirtle?

Telles felt a familiar aura from the sword. The sword had almost the same power as the former flame giant Shirtel, and it seemed like a real, burning anger.

But it's a pity that Shirtel was caught by him too quickly, and he couldn't see more moves.

He didn't care too much about what happened to the half-dead flame giant, after all, what he wanted was not that kind of big guy, but the Balrogs living in his territory.

--boom!

The door of the church was blasted open by the flames, and the air distorted by the temperature reminded Telles of the P-picture method of distorting the void in the previous life, but it is a pity that the beautiful red-haired big sister in front of him is not a P-picture , but a beautiful big sister whose genuine figure made him want to give a thumbs up.

The premise is that she doesn't have such a big intention to kill herself.

"what are you?"

Her expression seemed a little painful, but the flames on her body began to gradually build a giant that lost its head, leaving only a gray carbon-like body, wearing a collar that was not put on its neck at all.

"Why... am I so angry?"

Her purple eyes were mixed with anger and confusion, but Telles couldn't explain what happened to her.

"Father Lin!"

"Sister Sidgar, I think you'd better not come out."

That flame is genuine, even if the authority of the giant behind her has been incomplete, but she is indeed using the flame of god inherited from the flame giant, which is enough to burn the soul and wipe out a person. When it comes to ordinary people, it is not a situation where burns will end.

Those flames can even ignore the magic resistance talent of the Sarkaz.

"You'd better listen to him, cutie."

"But!"

Xi Dejia, who was firmly grabbed by the ghost shark, was a little worried. After all, the oppressive force emanating from the red-haired Sarkaz girl was very surprising, not to mention that the strong killing intent seemed to her to have no reason at all.

"Unfortunately I don't like people on fire very much."

The ghost shark living in the sea was a little helpless. Looking at the distorted high temperature around Shirtel, she couldn't help but feel a little hot.

She hates this hot enemy, but is she really an enemy?Judging from the description of Miss Sharia from the church, this red-haired Sarkaz girl seems to be a good person?

"So, Mr. Priest, what are you going to do?"

He doesn't seem to need Xi Dejia and her intervention, but can things made with scrap iron from the blacksmith shop be able to handle the high temperature?

"Ok, ok, ok, I thought that the enemies I would face in my new work would be small characters on the side of the road, and those sea descendants who can't get up or down."

The strength of the weapons temporarily built in Gord town is not high, and they don’t use glyphs. Although there is a mine in that town, the minerals that can be produced are relatively mediocre. He sincerely feels the development of Sochi in the early and mid-term. How cool it is to hold Miss Shi Huaiya's thigh.

Anyway, his workshop has never been short of materials.

If life can be repeated, he must find a rich woman in Longmen. No matter where he starts from, it is best to have a rich woman to eat soft food for him.

But it is a pity that he is now a poor ghost priest in a poor ghost monastery, and the things made with standard weapons have problems with heat dissipation, and his weapons have also been taken away by an Agor reformer.

He can only use a stronger one-handed sword to face Sarkaz girls who can release the flames of God.

"Really bad."

Raising his eyebrows, Telles set his posture.

What I hate is that my power and coercion don't work on this Miss Shirtel.

After all, the big guy behind her, invisible to others, is the wreckage of Shirtel. It is absolutely impossible for him to interfere with the red-haired Sarkaz by coercion.

"coming."

With irritating warnings and short-lived foreknowledges, it shows the attack trajectory of Shirtel wielding the flame sword. The flame sword has enhanced her physical strength, but the way of swordsmanship does not seem to be too superb. place.

"Have the opportunity!"

He waved his sword to meet him, but immediately, Telles pulled his face down, because he felt that the short-term prediction seemed a bit too stupid.

Half of the tattered long sword in his hand melted away, and the hot slash of the Flame Sword brushed against the side of his head, the temperature made his face twist into a ball.

The melting point of this weapon is too low!

I really miss Nian's special weapon. If it was a weapon made by her, I'm afraid it could even cut through the incomplete God's Flame in front of me.

But when it comes to Nian, he hasn't been fucked by her so many times in vain.

Anger struck, Telles' arm was stained black, and the half-cut sword in his hand was repaired into a long knife by his conversion ability.

After all, it can only make up a small portion, and the power recovered from the things eaten from the ghost shark's body not long ago is not much. It is a pity that the Sarkaz girl named Shirtel in front of me has far more power than If Telles tries to absorb the remaining power now, he will probably be burned by the flame.

"blocked?"

Shirter was a little surprised to see the deeper and darker blade in Telles's hand. The weapon in his hand just now seemed completely unable to resist his own high temperature, but now...

"Calm down a little?"

"........."

Hearing his voice, the giant behind Shirtel became restless, and Telles rolled his eyes with some headaches.

It seems that the flame giant's hatred for him, even if he is wearing a false shell, he can recognize his true identity, which is really enough.

"Looks like I have to think of something else."

The source of her strength is that sword. If she can snatch the Sword of Flame, or blow it away, maybe this farce will be over.

The flames around Shirtel silently increased, while Telles was still smiling despite his sweating profusely.

"This temperature is nothing. I have been in and out of places with a temperature that is even higher than yours."

Struggle to open the blade and bounce it away, maybe Shirtel himself felt weird about the nameless fire, so he didn't make much resistance, but...

"I rely on?"

The phantom of the giant behind him grabbed the flaming sword, and Shirtel called out the name of the sword in a low voice.

"Levatin!"

Accompanied by the flames, the long sword pierced the ground, and the pillar of fire rose under Telles' feet. He avoided it with the help of his predictive ability, but the scorching heat still burned part of his coat.

"No way..."

He rolled his eyes, maybe he should throw this precious priest's coat into the travel bag, and then change into a suit of cheaper clothes, but he listened to the old priest's earnest and earnest talk about this suit. The excellence of the priest outfit, such as fire resistance, anti-etching bullets and anti-spell effects, is almost a must-have for every Lateran battle monk. It is a pity that he encountered the flame of the fire giant with its own magic penetration.

"I'm really angry, you lingering fellow, I should have chopped you up with a sword if I knew earlier."

Originally, Telles let Shirtel go because he had protected the Sarkaz people for so long, but he never thought that thousands of years later, only the remaining guy would use this method Give yourself trouble.

The dark and smooth color covered the elbows, and Telles's pure black eyes began to light up with a deep light.

The flame giant raised Levatin again and stabbed it into the ground, but this time Telles did not dodge or dodge, and directly resisted the fire pillar fired by the giant's wreckage.

"My kang is not so tall! You idiot!"

With the propulsion of the pillar of fire, Telles leaped high, passed Shirtel, and slashed at the arm of the ash giant.

The deep black flame ignited a little on the blade, cutting off the arm holding the sword.

"Well...."

Shirtel himself suddenly felt a burst of relief. As for Levatin, Telles took it into his hand. The scorching heat in his hand seemed to radiate the unwillingness from the fire giant in the past. It probably didn't know why he was resisting this... A man, but the anger engraved deep in his soul will not stop.

"Be honest."

The black mist attached to the arm eroded towards the blade itself, and the fire giant's anger began to weaken.

And Telles's face was also a little pale, and he still overdrawn part of his strength to suppress the anger of the sword, otherwise he might have to face a high-temperature bomb that would explode from time to time.

"Miss 'Shirtel', hold your sword and don't let it lead you by the nose."

"........."

The purple eyes of the red-haired girl were a little confused, she took out the weapon, and the familiar power returned to her body.

But this power seems to be far less violent than in the past, and it can be completely used by her.

"what have you done?"

"I did something insignificant. In short, let's talk about your sword and your own affairs."

Although the remnants of the fire giant troubled him, Telles was still very curious about how he survived.

After all, among the people left in that era, he had met too few people.

As for Shirtel, she looked at the sword in her hand and was a little silent. She seemed to understand something, maybe this black-haired and black-eyed Liboli man, and the white man from the memory fragments that made her angry just now What is the connection with the Sarkaz.

That's what attracted her.

"You know what? My past?"

"........."

Telles turned his head speechlessly.

"No, I still want to ask you why?"

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"Father Lin, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just that I used Originium skills, and it's a bit... overdrawn."

Telles shook the half weapon in his hand, while Shirter, who was following them, lowered his head and apologized.

"So what happened just now? You gave up on Miss Sarkaz from beginning to end?"

"I don't even know her."

Telles was quite helpless about the ghost shark's ridicule.