The twelve musical chapters of dusk are round the beam

The sunset has completed its mission for one day, but it struggles and jumps, and is still unwilling to fall below the horizon. It just puts half of its red face at the junction of the ice field and the sky, as if it is a child who is greedy for fun, trying to see the result of the golden swords and iron horses on the earth.

The sunset, the fire clouds, and half of the sky was burning bright red, and the chariot like the gods was carrying the raging fires to the earth.

The endless ice field is like a vast golden carpet stretching between heaven and earth, and the rolling mountains are golden lines on it.

In the sky and the earth, half of the world is frozen and vast, half of it is boiling red. The color that is more shocking than the crimson color rendered by the sunset is the dark red flowing on the earth.

The huge two-handed sword fell down obliquely, and the body in front of him was difficult to cut into two pieces. This attack was skillful, but its strength was insufficient, and it was more of a massacre based on the weight of the giant sword itself. However, the quality of the two-handed giant sword was indeed outstanding. After kissing many ribs and flesh, the blade was as sharp as new.

After the victim in front of him fell down, the giant sword with both hands could no longer find a new target. The hands holding it lost their sharpness and became weak and weak for a while.

The heavy sword fell on the ground with sticky liquid flowing, and it disappeared easily, reaching more than half a meter deep, and then stopped unwillingly.

Et was covered in blood, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and gasping for breath. The tall magic swordsman had exhausted his fighting spirit, magic power, and even his physical strength. His gorgeous armor was dripping blood all the time. He couldn't tell whether it was from the enemy, whether he was himself.

He was injured, but all of them were minor injuries, and it was not serious at all.

A sharp roar suddenly came from Et, and a boy who seemed to have just arrived at the voice change period waved a sword with almost a height-level battle, and rushed towards him viciously.

Et sighed, pulled out the dagger at his waist with his backhand, and then slapped his upper body slightly. After passing the boy's full force, the dagger in his hand wiped open his throat at the same time. In fact, with the boy's soft knife, he couldn't cut off Et's magic armor at all, but Et's armor was very expensive and he didn't want to be scratched at will.

The boy fell down powerlessly, and only then did Et see that his back was already bloody and flesh, and even white ribs could be seen under his broken clothes. After suffering such severe injuries, could he still charge at Et?

The magic swordsman's heart moved slightly. But he had seen too many such scenes today. At most, he was just heart-warming. Most of the believers of the Silver Holy Sect are civilians who have not received any military training, but rely on their faith and passion to fight with regular army armed to the teeth. Although the number of believers in the Holy Sect is several times higher than that of the Alei Kung ** team, no matter how large the sheep meets wolves, they will only be slaughtered.

The only ones that can cause little trouble to the public ** team are the Snow Palace warriors and Ice and Snow Mages. The Bauhinia Butterfly leads elite troops to echo the Crazy Wizards on the mountain and attack them from front to back. The Snow Palace warriors and Ice and Snow Mages seem to be all focused on attacking Auburn Mountain, and there are almost no capable figures appearing on the edge.

The task of Et's squadron was to face the waves of ordinary believers who were surging like waves like tides. He kept slaughtering. From morning until dusk, it was so easy to seize a fragile life. For magic swordsmen, they didn't even have any skills, just keep swinging the sword. However, it was such a long process to massacre 100,000 believers. He almost exhausted all his strength, but at a glance, the believers of the Holy Church were still dense.

Et shook his head and waved the sweat that was dripping into his eyes, and looked back. On the other side of the battlefield, the slightly weak figure in his heroic spirit immediately stood up and commanded as if he was determined. There were always hundreds of light cavalry gathering around the Bauhinia Butterfly to deal with emergencies on the battlefield. These light cavalry would attack a certain position on the battlefield at any time according to her instructions, and she would gather some other cavalry as a reserve for the entire army.

Seeing the figure of the Bauhinia butterfly, the magic swordsman suddenly developed some strength out of thin air. He called his subordinates and surrounded the group of holy scholars not far away.

At the top of Auburn Mountain, Mora slowly walked up to the altar when the squad arrived, crossed her arms and pressed her chest. Then she kept keeping her eyes closed and prayed. The milky white halo that covered her body once again burst out with a soft sacred light, supporting the mage of Crazy Wise and the remaining believers to fight bravely.

The last ray of sunset fell on Mora's eyes tightly closed, and her eyelashes pounded for a moment and slowly opened their eyes. The already overflowing holy light burst out with increasingly strong light as her eyes opened. Later, it seemed as if a new sun was rising on the top of Auburn Mountain!

The two sides fighting on the battlefield, who were sacrificing their lives to fight, involuntarily slowed down the pace of attacking each other. They looked at the holy light in the sky in disbelief, which was as strong as the sun. No one could see the figure in the holy light clearly, and even if they looked directly at it for a while, their eyes would be as painful as burning.

But everyone at the foot of Auburn Mountain knew that the person in the holy light must be the Saint Mora with the Eye of Wisdom. So the eyes of looking up at the sky became different, one was fanatic and the other was despair.

"The goddess said, forgive our enemies, because they are just a group of lost lambs." Mora's soft voice sounded in everyone's heart. Not only the soldiers of the Principality of Alay, but also the remaining believers of the Silver Holy Church could hear this pleasant voice.

The holy light of Mora crossed the top of the mountain and flowed down the mountain like a waterfall, washing down the steep and steep Auburn Mountain. Wherever the holy light passed, the dark red ice became clear and transparent again, and the corpses buried deep under the ice and snow were revealed one by one. The remaining blood turned into clear springs to wash away the smoke from the clothes and skin, and then penetrated into the soil. The dead people lay there peacefully and sleepy. Mount Auburn, which was piled up by blood and corpses, gradually returned to its true colors.

Faced with this almost miraculous scene, a soldier from the Principal of Alay suddenly threw down his sword. He burst into tears, knelt down, leaned down, stood a short distance away regardless of his enemy, and raised a curled battle axe high. Behind them, more soldiers of the Principality knelt down devoutly and kissed the earth with their foreheads. This was the case that they could not express their respect.

"All hatred comes from ignorance. Our enemies are faith. However, what they worship is only the distorted projection of the real gods. They hate because of faith. But they do not know that hatred is not the original intention of the gods. They swing their swords because of misinterpretations and choose the wrong goal because of ignorance. They believe and work hard for faith, but all their efforts hurt their true God."

Morra's voice is pleasant and soft, and should be warm, but in fact it is cold as ice. At this moment, she is like those gods who look at the life indifferently in the dust.

Everyone had an illusion that it seemed that at this moment, Mora had become the incarnation of the goddess!

The believers of the Silver Holy Sect were also stunned by the words of Mora. The weapons in their hands were hung down one by one, and they did not take the opportunity to attack the warriors of the Principality of Alay who had all knelt on the ground. In fact, they were just defending themselves, barely extending their lives to be destructive. Their tired ** and spirits had reached their limits. Since the slaughtered enemies had temporarily stopped the butcher knife, they did not have to resist or struggle for the time being.

What's more, Mora's words shocked them, almost subverting all their previous cognitions. They turned their attention to the ice and snow mages and priests like lost lambs. However, those surviving ice and snow mages and priests were also confused with the believers. The theological knowledge that they had studied throughout their lives could not tell them why Mora's words rang out directly in their hearts.

Their faith has even reached the level of a blind believer. They understand the knowledge of magic and faith, but cannot explain why Mora, the heretic goddess, can directly shake their souls. There is only one explanation for this phenomenon in the classics of the Silver Holy Church, and it is also a common sense that almost all believers know, that is, when believers believe in pious enough, their souls can directly hear the voice of the goddess of ice and snow or her divine servant.

But why did they hear Mora's voice? Is she also related to the Ice and Snow Goddess? This is incredible.

"The goddess said that hatred has ended and mistakes should be ended. The goddess of ice and snow has awakened from her long-lasting sleep, and her oracle will soon come, and the true devouts will be able to hear the voice of the goddess of ice and snow."

The believers of the Silver Holy Church looked at each other, wondering and reason told them that they should not believe the words of this heretic saint, but they could not refuse to face the words of the soul directly. Every word of Mora is impacting these most devout believers. They are unable to suppress their desire for the oracle of the goddess. Who would be lucky enough to hear the voice of the goddess?

"The war is over, so go back, blind believers of the Snow Goddess! You should bathe, wait for the new oracle of the Snow Goddess, and follow her guidance."

At this time, the indifference that belongs to God in Mora's voice has disappeared, but is as warm as the fire of a winter night in a rural small house, and even with a hint of affection: "The oracle of the goddess of ice and snow will come soon. Believers of the Silver Holy Church, your faith is as pious as mine, and those who believe in the true God should not kill each other. I will return your companions to you, because they are also my companions, and faith has connected us together."

Mora, surrounded by holy light, landed on the top of Auburn Mountain, and she went down the mountain step by step. Along the way, all the believers of the Silver Holy Church couldn't help but make way for her.

Behind Mora, the surviving Magisters of Crazy Wisdom and the Wisdom Eye believers supported each other and followed their Saint Magi down Mount Auburn. The dozens of Silver Holy believers who were imprisoned on the top of Mount Auburn have been released and have also gone down the mountain.

Mora Trail passed through the battlefield filled with blood, broken limbs, flesh and corpses, and headed north. Her face was holy and ethereal, walking like a floating one. Where the flowing holy light shone, all blood turned into a clear spring.

With the footsteps of the Saint, a clean road gradually extended like the center of the battlefield of purgatory!

The surviving believers and mafia wizards, covered with bruises, also embarked on the path of faith, staggering but firmly following Mora towards the north.

"Where will she lead us?" This is a question that arises in everyone's mind at the same time, but is then overwhelmed by unreserved belief and follower of the True God Land.

"It's finally over..." Et never respected God. He wiped away the tears and blood from his face and looked at the other end of the battlefield.

He looked at the Bauhinia butterfly, and the Bauhinia butterfly looked to the north.

The face of the Bauhinia butterfly was hidden under the helmet, and there was no expression. But her lips exposed outside were still firm. She returned to the sheath of her sword, raised her right hand to summon her soldiers, and then led the reorganized army to travel westward and headed towards the Principality of Ale.

At this time, less than 20,000 silver believers survived. They looked silently at Mora who gradually moved north, and were not happy because they escaped the massacre by chance. Their hearts were now stirring up waves, just for Mora's words.

Have their faith really deviated from the track of truth? Can these believers, who are the most pious, ordinary, and have no special features really listen to the voice of the Snow Goddess directly?

The dozens of Silver Holy believers who survived on Mount Auburn suddenly changed their faces. They were trembling, surprised, excited, and ecstasy on their faces. They even suspected that they had an illusion, so they looked around to see if they could see something from their companions' faces.

Fortunately, this was not their illusion.

The old priest of the Silver Holy Sect came out and ran towards Mora's path of faith. However, after just a moment, Mora was not walking fast, and there were many seriously injured believers following her. But at this moment, the path of faith as smooth as the realm had extended to the distance. At the end of the road, there was only the holy light like a rising mist, and there was no one more figure.

The old priest stopped dejectedly and knelt on the ground. Behind him were dozens of ice and snow masters and priests with sharp senses and devout beliefs, and of course there were many ordinary believers. At this moment, these people who originally thought of a huge difference stood together regardless of their status.

They suddenly knelt down in the direction of Mora's disappearance, prayed loudly, begging for her forgiveness. Then hundreds of believers ran out of the surviving Silver Holy Church and joined them.

A respected old believer was surprised and he pulled up a believer and asked him why he actually worshipped the heretic Saint**. The believer glared at him again, and his voice was distorted due to excitement: "Just now... I heard the voice of the goddess! I could actually hear the voice of the greatest ice and snow goddess!... The goddess said that Mora was not only the saint of the eyes of wisdom, but also the earthly servant of the Goddess walking in this world!"

"Female? Goddess..." The old man was stuttering by this sudden change. "Really...really?" As soon as he said, he immediately realized that danger was coming.

The believer widened his blood-shot eyes, became angry, and broke away from his snatching hand. He waved his hands excitedly: "With my soul! My life! My faith testimony! That is the voice of the goddess! The great ice and snow goddess! OK. You can not believe me, but look at the great priest!"

The believers who were lying on the ground also noticed the dispute here. They raised their heads one by one, showed a poisonous snake-like look at the blasphemer.

On the Arctic Ocean, the long coastline is quiet.

A figure suddenly appeared on a tall ice peak.

Her face was covered with wrinkles, her eyes were filled with bloodshots, and her drooping mouth was almost parallel to the bridge of her nose like a falcon. Bloodlines continued to flow out of her nose, looking ferocious and shrill. Her messy white hair was like steel wires, swinging with the howling cold wind.

Jima stood on the top of the ice cliff, staring at the vast ice ocean. The thick ice cap stretched from under the ice cliff and into the misty mist in the distance. Jima's already old face suddenly passed by a grey look. She coughed violently and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and phlegm.

But the cough seemed to be endless, and Jima's power also declined with the cough. Even the Fiery Wind could not resist it, and it was shaking, as if it was possible to fall off the ice cliff at any time.

She took out a dagger from her arms tremblingly, stabbed her legs hard, and trembled with her eyes closed. After a while, a strange red light began to appear on Jima's face, and her old body was straight again.

But although Jima's power has recovered, his will has collapsed!

She fell to the edge of the ice cliff, and her hand trembled and stretched into the depths of the ice ocean, as if she wanted to grab something.

"The greatest goddess..." Jima's call was like the sound of a night owl, sharp and harsh, and her heart was sobbing, but could that existence be heard?

"I have told you a long time ago that the Ice and Snow Goddess can't escape the fate of death no matter what, and you still don't believe it. Now the Ice and Snow Goddess' divine power has begun to decline, right? How long can you last with just a dagger?" A soft and pleasant voice came from behind Jima.

Jima suddenly jumped up from the ice, like an angry lioness, and shouted sharply: "No! The great snow goddess is just sleeping again! She must have eliminated all the blasphemers, so she fell asleep again, it must be like this!"

Froya was wrapped in a pure white fur and stood behind Jima in pretty. The little fairy in the cold wind was trembling slightly, and her perky nose was already a little red from the cold.

She looked at Jima and sneered: "You must know more about the reason why a god will fall asleep than me. As for whether those blasphemous have been destroyed by the Snow Goddess, let's go back to Richelieu to see it? I heard that you have been a divine master for decades, why have you learned to deceive yourself now? The Snow Goddess has disappeared, which proves that your belief is wrong. Why do you hold it to the death?"

"Stop it!" Jima's eyes turned bloody and she slapped Froya in the face, knocking her to the ground!

Froya struggled to get up from the snow and wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth with her slender hands. She stared at Jima with green eyes, just sneering disdainfully.

Jima looked at Fuluya, her hands still trembling freely. The little fairy's beautiful face was gradually swollen, with a red palm print on it.

"Dear Jima, the divine art master, why are you guilty? Since I have fallen into your hands, I can kill you if you want. Even if you kill me, you can't save the Silver Holy Sect and cannot change the fact that the Ice and Snow Goddess has been destroyed." The little fairy said coldly.

Blood began to gush out from the corners of Jima's drooping mouth, and her red eyes stared at Froya.

Fuluya, who stood on the top of the 1,000-meter ice peak, was graceful and elegant. The little red blood beads hanging on her lips did not damage her beauty at all, but instead made her more sad and beautiful.

Jima said in a deep voice: "God will not be destroyed by the mundane! No matter how powerful Rogge and those blasphemous gods are, they can only steal a little God's divine power. At most, they can become a false god, but the kingdom of the true God is impossible to reach with their dirty hands! Now that I already know the sleeping place of the Snow Goddess, as long as the goddess' divine power is retrieved, the great Snow Goddess will wake up from their long sleep, and the Silver Holy Church will also be revived! Humph, I will use your life to exchange the Snow Goddess' divine power to Rogge. You'd better pray, pray that he will love you enough!"

Fuluya was stunned and then burst into laughter. The crisp laughter echoed under the ice peak: "You want to use me to exchange for the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess? Haha! You don't know that fat man too much! You don't think about how could you be able to destroy your Silver Holy Sect's divine power for a ghost woman? But you can try it, let alone exchange me for divine power, even if you want to change a divine weapon from him, he will definitely not do it! Haha!"

She smiled unrestrainedly, but before she knew it, a crystal water droplet crawled out of the corner of her eyes.

"Shut up!" Jima raised her hand again. The little fairy glanced at her side, turned her head, and brought the other side's intact face up.

Jima's hands were shaking, her lips turned blue with anger, but the slap was not swung by her. She grabbed Fuluya, chanted the spell, and flew all the way to the southeast.

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