Chapter 573

The audience gathered at the foot of the mountain, each of them is a powerful "extraordinary" in the real world, but at this time, they can only open their eyes and look at the axe shadow that suddenly appears and disappears, and instantly kill the two "legendary" shadows.

The source, before the smooth and huge black stone, was a middle-aged man with pale skin, wearing an old era tuxedo and a bow tie. He ignored all the extraordinary people in the field. First, he nodded to "Ludwig" and immediately looked at the three "immortals" with a gentle smile.

Then his figure began to disperse slowly.

The void on the black mountain seemed to echo his maxim:

"Justice, never absent?"

"Is that the adult?"

Not far from Tangqi's side, the female extraordinary who gave birth to the "evil baby" because of pollution had no time to swallow the secret medicine for healing. He couldn't believe it. He looked at the shadow and whispered.

Other members of the eagle's nest society, including two senior deacons, nodded in affirmation.

At this moment, a name appeared in the minds of all the extraordinary people.

"Holy axe!"

"Lord Justice Lincoln!"

Among the twelve saints, the most powerful candidate is the saint confessor Martin Sims. But when it comes to fame and prestige among the people, the strong competitors are the last few people to join the ranks of "saints", among which the most recognized is justice Lincoln, the holy axe.

Although his "death" was full of suspense, his funeral was witnessed by the whole Federation.

Now, come back from the dead?

"To be exact, it is the power of projection left by your excellency in advance. Everyone knows that he is an excellent friend with your excellency Simms, the saint confessor. If all this is arranged by your excellency Simms, maybe we will not only see your Excellency the axe, but also others..."

"Saints!"

The senior deacon wearing the monkey mask had just finished, and the crow mask deacon on his side said.

At the same time, other audiences reacted the same.

Obviously, they all realized that these might be expected by the "Saint confessor", so the saint also arranged for his backhand to clear the obstacles for his next generation disciple "Ludwig".

On the mysterious side, as long as the transcendent who knows a little common sense knows, Martin Sims's popularity is terrible.

Most of the twelve saints are his good friends, and a few, even if they have no friendship with Simms, respect the Confessor who pursues the "way of practice".

Saints are at least semi divine beings. It's exciting to see them, even if it's just a projection.

Of course, most of the order camp think so, but the chaos and evil camp look ugly at this time.

At this time, when the audience fell into stagnation and the legends stopped at the same time, the second rotten head came out again. He drilled from Ludwig's shoulder, rolled his skin and moved behind the bitter friars, facing the legends.

He gave a harsh sneer and an irritating sarcasm.

"I've already reminded you that stupid Luther is the heir chosen by SIMS. You dogs can't hurt him or cross him to rob the thorny suit."

"Isn't it very angry? The crown of thorns and the clothes of thorns are real and contain powerful miracles of divinity. Even if an ordinary person wears them, he can become a strong man of the 'Saint' level. Even my old man is moved."

"God's costume is right in front of us. We can only see and can't take it. The only guy who can take it is now like a snail climbing. The more he looks, the more angry he gets."

This incessant "consumptive" ridicule seems to have finally had some effect.

Tang Qi can also feel that there are some fluctuations in the breath of legends from a long distance.

Among them, the most severe comes from three organizations.

Ancient mystery library!

Mam sanatorium!

The Church of light!

The first two, because of the projection of the holy axe, directly killed one of their legends.

It's just mam sanatorium. It's a real evil organization with madmen and mental illness.

Instead, the "ancient mystery library" has always advertised the order neutral camp. Now the recognized "Saint" hacked a legendary agent. After crystal died, it was the turn of a legendary agent wearing a white bone mask. The whole person exuded a very cold and strong killing intention.

As for the last Church of light, it is better to understand that even in the church with "gods" everywhere, the thorn suit is also an absolute top wonder.

It should have been one of the treasures of the church, but now it will fall into the hands of a nobody.

For a time, the whole black mountain fell into a strange atmosphere.

At the foot of the mountain, the audience held their breath and watched, while the legends stopped with tacit understanding. They looked over "Ludwig" again and looked at the huge and towering "black stone steps" in front.

The idea is very consistent.

Who will be the "Saint" next?

The only thing I don't care about is Ludwig.

He was still like a corpse, shaky, and his body exuded the smell of piety and asceticism. He climbed black stone steps step by step, and walked firmly to the top of the mountain and to the seat with "thorn suit".

In the eyes of the public, it seems that a flame of life is burning under the "general pull field" that suppresses everything.

"Which organization will be next?"

At the bottom of Tang Qi's heart, the idea is very firm.

He stared at the legendary figure shrouded in "paint" and "dim light", and they followed Ludwig closely.

"It is not difficult for the twelve saints to scare off ordinary extraordinary people or mysterious forces, but at the moment, it is the rotten head, eternal life Council and mysterious deformity show that gather here. Even if the real saints are reborn, they dare to do it, let alone just projection?"

When his thoughts twinkled, Tang Qi blinked.

Above, Ludwig, who was climbing, slipped his hands and fell straight from the height to the bottom of the steps.

At this moment, around him, the blue stars formed a small universe, wrapped in Ludwig, and constantly fell, but there was no end. The incomparably pleasant wind bell and floating feathers directly sounded the "whisper" in the depths of his soul, and swept the black mountain at the same time.

The audience lowered their heads and entered a deep and peaceful "sleep".

"Being eroded by the dream God..."

When the pieces of information burst out in Tang Qi's mind, he woke up early.

Almost at the same time, legends woke up one after another.

Duration... Half a second?

No, even shorter.

If there is no "intervention", this time will be enough for a legendary "dream maker" to take Ludwig away.

Since the storm, the old man, wearing a blue robe sweeping the floor, a kind and gentle face and sparse white hair, was wearing a special hat covered with bright and beautiful feathers, as if the feathers of all creatures in the world appeared on it.

Where he passed, the stars covered the ground and the wind chimes rang.

When a gentle breeze blew past, the old man and Ludwig turned into blue stars and twinkled. They were about to leave the "Pulai field" and enter the dream palace outside the mountain.

But at this moment, on the huge steps that let Ludwig fall, another virtual shadow appeared in the black stone as smooth as a mirror.

This is a lady!

She was wearing a snow-white dress and a crown condensed by ice and snow. Her long hair spread down to her ankles. She had the facial features of an elf. She was emitting light, holy and natural, which made all evil ashamed.

In the field, no one can look at her.

When her shadow came out slowly, everything on the black mountain was frozen.

She looked at the "dream palace". The ancient and mysterious language spewed out of her mouth. In an instant, everyone's hearts felt a soft and peaceful light shining down.

"The power of dreams should not fall into the hands of evil."

With the sound of ELF language, the light shining on everything broke out completely.

No wailing, no screaming.

In the frozen world, another light wind blew, with the sound of running water, the singing of birds, the whispering of trees and the singing of elves... When everything returned to normal, people could no longer see the dream palace wrapped in the beautiful grid.

The "kind" legendary dreamer is curled up in the void like a baby. He seems to be having a beautiful dream with a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. With a slight snore, the old man's body turns into a white light spot and dissipates in the light wind.

Not far away, Ludwig slowly woke up on the cold black stone.

Originally like a "corpse", he is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin and flesh become ruddy and his movements become light. The dead and withered breath is also replaced by the smart breath of life.

The only thing that hasn't changed is his immersion.

After a subconscious stretch, he continued to climb the huge steps.

At his shoulder, a bright red "sarcoma" expanded silently.

With a puff, the second rotten head came out of it again.

He seemed to smell a terrible smell, narrowed his rotten eyes and muttered in a voice that everyone could hear:

"I knew that the gossip spread by those guys of the eternal life Council was right. Rita, a heavy mouthed little bitch... Sure enough, she had an affair with the old man Simms. No wonder she didn't look down on the most handsome William Sid. It's really disgusting and sour."

As soon as this filthy language with rich information came out, people's minds churned with the same memory information.

The figure that was so holy that no one could look at it gradually coincided with a "Saint" in historical legends.

"In the dark age, he saved countless civilians and replaced the saints who signed a peace contract with mankind."

"One of the twelve saints, the great and holy fairy princess' Rita '."