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That was the most glorious era of the Holy Cathedral of Earth, and Gaia’s daughters and Miirna guarded this world of civilization and order. At that time, Scippamira knew that there was such a group of people who lost their house and loved ones because of the invasion of the monster, vowed to revenge, marked by the flame of black, and enemies with monster for life.

They are called the three swords of civilization together with Holy Cathedral and legion.

But time flies, the sword is decaying.

She gave the big man a look, the latter immediately rushed up to pull up the thick eyebrow girl and ran, and everyone finally turned around, the black robe’s youngster stayed for a long while, hesitantly followed.

He thought for a while, then pulled the brooch representing the secret society from one’s own robe and threw it into the ruins.

Behind the crowd, a dozen tentacles finally caught up with Scippamira and pressed her together.

“Miss Priest!” The girl in the thick eyebrow couldn’t help but scream.

The silhouette of Scippamira has disappeared.

Frederick’s tentacles surround Miss Priest in the center. They are intertwined with thousands of faces. These faces change their whispers, like low sighs in the ear, whispering, shrill cry. interest.

Scippamira felt a voice squeeze into one’s own mind. The voice is like a few hundred voices, they repeat different tones, different content, ambiguous, noisy, but people understand the content.

“They betrayed you.”

“Holy Cathedral of Earth is no longer there.”

“I know you. little girl.”

“You are the Priest of the Holy Cathedral of Earth.”

“You don’t belong to this era…”

Scippamira licked her lips, frowns staring at the big guy, and she was still a little scared in her heart, but she was the shepherdess of Schimilud, who was on the land of Goddess, and she had to wait for the flock and stand here.

She is gently breathed in. The chest is gently undulating. “I also know you. Frederick, your rhetoric can’t confuse me.” She loudly said.

A low laugh came into her mind.

“hehehehe.”

“But I found some interesting things from the thinking of these people…”

“Do you want to see it?”

“Poor, once the glory of the Holy Cathedral is now a vassal of the barbarians.”

“Do you know how the Holy Cathedral of Earth died?”

The noisy voice is upside down, boring, and thousands of tones are overlapping, like hundreds of people lingering in your mind.

“The ordinary people don’t understand at all…”

“How proud you are.”

“They only know how to fly the shit.”

“They killed your companion and betrayed your faith…”

“You are incompatible with this World.”

Scippamira is silent.

The last sentence stabbed her heart. The girl’s eyes sparkled, her mouth opened slightly, but her heart was full of softness. She knew in her heart that she was incompatible with this World.

This is not her age.

Schimilud is the king of high mountain, her pride allows her to sculpt the throne in the mountains of Peak, all year round under the whistling wind.

Her Priest is also proud. Every shepherdess is the most outstanding and beautiful girl of her age, and their spirit is pure and flawless. Will is steadfast and his status is extremely respectable.

This arrogance is innate, as if it is above the mortal, and they guard the mortal, just like watching the Goddess flock.

Because the lambs are weak, they need their protection.

They are strong, so they can be pity.

But that era is finally over.

She started from the moment that summon came to this world. I understand this truth.

This is an Age of Mortals, Scippamira silently put away the pride of her heart, she is a smart girl, know how to protect herself, she learned to smile politely, as if gentle and approachable, like a girl next door.

She is watching this World, not saying a word, because she understands that she is incompatible with this World, only in her heart to evaluate the backward production process of this era, the old military equipment, the weak strength, the unrelenting battle Will, this is Age Of Mortals.

It may be warm, but too weak. If Goddess is still there, will it be another look.

How should such World fight Twilight?

She felt a bit strange, and she didn’t understand why Mother Marsha and God races had to do this, but on the one hand, they didn’t dare to check out the history books about the past.

She understood that she was afraid.

Because pride is not tolerant of mistakes.

“They even learn not to fear.”

“They only have a cheap gratitude…”

“But it will soon disappear and you will be forgetful.”

“Only worship and awe can be maintained for a long time.”

“Go kill them…”

Frederick’s voice followed the path.

However, the ruby ​​on the last sheep’s fingertips automatically lights up. Knight’s fearlessness comes from the spirit of fearless, which eliminates all fear and confusion, immunizes all interference from the spirit and Will, shields the spirit, and clears the mind. .

Scippamira woke up, the confusion in his eyes, his eyes became more and more determined.