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Scippamira didn’t urge me either. She came to the other side of the weapons workshop. She muttered her words in the mouth. She reached out and pointed her finger at the brick and stone. A faint light blue of the rays of light spread out from her fingertips and fell into the ruins. between.

The thick eyebrow girl who followed her all the way looked at the scene with great admiration and cautiously asked, “What is this, Priest?”

“My name is Scippamira. This is a spell.” Scippamira replied earnestly.

“A spell.” The thick eyebrow girl whispered, she thought, this is a spell, this is the second time that Priest has shown miracles, and the other party does not look like a parish priest to one’s own Spell a sentimental attachment .

She does not know that the priests of the parish have limited abilities. And their work is often arduous, and every Holy spell must be considered before it can be used to ensure that they are used in the right place.

Scippamira continues to explain: “This spell guarantees that we see the hidden Magic ripple.”

The latter sounded like a cloud, seemingly understandable, nodded, but the heart of the Priest is really approachable, if the priest of the parish does not bother to explain with the commoner.

quickly. Scippamira saw a ripple of ripples under the masonry. It was big and small, and it was fine and dense. She turned a blind eye to the others and only reached out to one of them. Hua la, something rose from the ruins.

The girl of the thick eyebrow was shocked. She didn’t need Scippamira to say that she knew that it was definitely a spell. As for the specific spell, she didn’t need to know, but she saw a pair of silver white rising from under the masonry. The guardian gauntlet.

The gauntlet is made of light, thin metal and stacked on top of each other. Also stringed together, the surface is coated with a layer of silver white metal, etched with a beautifully packed beautiful pattern. Each finger has a finely carved silver sheep’s head, and each of the sheep’s heads is inlaid with a magnificent ruby. It emits soft rays of light under the fire, and the end is beautiful.

“Ah.” The girl with the thick eyebrow can’t help but marvel.

The gauntlet drifted toward Scippamira, and Miss Priest reached out and caught it, but did not care about the gauntlet itself. Instead, the points a finger are affixed to the inside of it, and the leather inner cushion is actually another layer. She glanced at it and a golden card slipped out of it.

She hasn’t had time to look at the card’s face. The card burst into a golden light, and when she took it to her hand, she found that the face had completely changed.

First, the face of the Gold rank became silver, and a nun was painted with a holy grail, singing loudly, all around the ghost, but not evil. Writing on the board:

Tin skin Hymn

Faith iv

Light 5, ground 5

[enchantment]

Pay mana and choose a target to get immune 3. (Immune 3 or the following damage, or defense to increase 30%)

Maintenance, Tin Hymn is permanent, but every time you continue to the next stage, you need to pay mana again.

‘Will is like iron, heart is stronger than gold’

The Scippamira index finger just touched a slightly cold board, and there was a voice in his heart: “Hey, Scippamira?”

“Lord Thane!” Miss Priest had a heart in her heart, and even the Cards of Fate couldn’t take it anymore. She calmed down and replied: “Lord Thane, I am here.”

“What’s wrong with you, how can I suddenly contact you?” Brando’s voice was a bit confusing.

“I understand, maybe because I just assimilated one card and Planeswalker’s ability was automatically enhanced.” Scippamira replied with a slight thought.

“Assimilated Card?”

Scippamira concentrated, and Card appeared in his mind, and the gauntlet.

Brando is in the ruins of the cat and beard hotel, but has not found any useful clues. There is still a hint of Gaia’s blood between the wreckage, and the bodies of the secret society of those who are in disorder. .

Angel Akroma is suspended in midair, and it is now reduced to the size of an ordinary person, but still not smirk, a pair of people are not close.

This is Demigod.

Compared with the Gold races that Brando has seen, it is a little more sacred, but it lacks a lot of humanity. It always reminds him of something like the god of the giant, Milos, as if it were a pure war machine.

At this time, when Scippamira concentrated his spirit, he suddenly saw what the latter saw. “Yi?” He was lightly exclaimed. The first thing he noticed was the gauntlet. No way it was like the player’s instinct. A blank blue frame has been subconsciously flicked on his retina.

“This is the fist of the product Tyrajos?”

“What is the fist of Tyrajos, Lord Thane?”