Chapter 728

readx(); "If you can make the world a perfect place for your dreams by sacrificing your life, will you give up, Lord pernlus?"

"If it can be achieved, I am willing to devote my life at any time!"

Pernlus didn't hesitate in his tone. For a moment, arkas felt that the eyes of the redemption Angel seemed to pierce his soul. A trace of shame grew in his heart, and he didn't even dare to look directly at each other's eyes.

"But the son of the star is not me! No one has the right to force others to sacrifice their lives to meet their wishes. I can't, nor can ishutar. No one in the world is qualified to do so! Do you understand? Arkes!"

"But what if the power of the son of stars can do it? You are willing to watch hope close but don't touch it." Arkas sighed and his tone began to soften.

Perseus' wings spread out: "I will ask the son of the star to use her power to help the world, but I will never force it."

With these words, Perseus flew up into the sky like a flame rising from the sky, just like a red awn, and disappeared on the other side of the night sky in an instant. The speed was so fast that neither the twin angels nor arkas had the ability to catch up with this speed.

The last sentence of pernlus came from his consciousness, and arkas finally sighed helplessly. The angel of redemption was still confused. Although it seemed cold and ruthless, he never gave up his obsession in his heart.

Nolanya walked over gently: "Lord yarkeith, does this need to be reported back?"

"Forget it ~ this is the holy capital. It's not safe to return the news. This time, I misjudged Lord pernlus's mood. I just didn't want to help us and didn't stop it. I'm very lucky."

Arkas shook his head and finally looked at the king zegus in the distance. The strong power of the abyss in the demon lord altar was still spreading out after being destroyed. Rain has begun to fall in the sky at the moment. Behris, the God of storm, is using his divine power to purify this area. Now is not the time to stay for a long time.

The encounter between the messengers of the goddess ishutar has ended in a helpless form

In the night sky, pernlus, who turned into a red awn, flew rapidly. After coming to the west of the mainland, pernlus spent most of his time walking in a human posture on this land under the control of the other five gods. He is the angel of redemption under the control of ishutar in the East, but here he is only the enemy of the gods. But at the moment, Perseus was full of thoughts. He didn't want to think too much. He just wanted to vent the resentment accumulated in his heart.

Finally, in a lush woodland at the border of zegus Kingdom, pernlus landed like a meteor, and the fire did not burn the ground. It didn't cause any damage to the forest land. On the contrary, the plants were thriving as if they had been nourished. Only under the pressure of angel power, the wild animals in the forest and even a small number of Warcraft had moved away from Perseus as fast as possible, because their instincts were sending out strong danger signals.

"Uh huh!!!"

Pernlus was suspended in mid air, shouting angrily, and the shock wave formed by the flame swept around like a storm.

Whether this will disturb the five supreme gods, pernlus doesn't want to pay attention to it. In pernlus's view, during the period when he walked in the west of the mainland, the five supreme gods of the holy capital have acquiesced in their existence. For the gods, he is neither a threat nor a challenge to their faith on behalf of ishutar.

Vent their anger. Slowly, Perseus fell down. Without the strength and dignity of the angel before, Perseus now looks like a frustrated mortal. No matter how powerful you are, you are still powerless to face the whole world from beginning to end.

The voice suddenly came into his mind, which made pernlus tense his nerves. Even if he was upset and had a variety of thoughts, it did not mean that he relaxed his vigilance around him. However, some people could completely ignore their own spiritual protection as angels and convey the voice directly into his mind.

Suddenly turned around, but the figure printed into his eyes stunned pernlus.

Like an elf from nature. The girl with long brown hair and purple eyes is staring at herself not far away. The girl's expression is lonely, as if she were an abandoned child ruthlessly abandoned by her mother. The sad atmosphere wrapped around her even makes herself feel a trace of heartache.

It was neither spiritual magic nor spiritual temptation. Perseus could feel that it was his heartfelt feelings.

It's like a beautiful illusion. Even though pernlus made every effort to find that she could not see through the girl's identity, she seemed to come from a field she had never seen before. If she wanted to say, the girl exuded a very familiar breath, which belongs to the gods but not exactly the same breath.

"Son of the star" instantly, pernlus judged the identity of the girl.

The voice of the son of the star is so ethereal that people can't hear where it comes from.

Pernlus lost his sword and shield, stared at the son of the star with pity and said faintly, "you shouldn't easily appear in front of me. It will only put you in danger."

"Yes." After a brief silence, pernlus nodded.

"Yes! I am willing to protect you, an innocent child who bears the fate of sacrifice, but I also hope to get your help."

Under the night sky, the angel and the son of the star stood together. They were like the lost who licked each other's wounds. They attracted each other and longed for each other's salvation.

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At dawn, the night gradually dispersed, and the warm sun once again scattered all over the earth.

Al Sid slowly opened his eyes. The Capricorn golden saint who suddenly regained his consciousness tried to sit up. However, the wound on his body that had not yet fully healed was pulled. The pain made al Sid fully awake.

The clean room with the sunshine, the faint smell of potions, the bandages wrapped around the body and the alobioni and kaludia lying on the hospital bed on one side, it seems that last night's nightmare seems to have ended.

"Please don't move, Mr. elside. Your wound hasn't completely healed." The maid who hurried to appease elside.

"Is this the temple of the God of the earth?"

The maid nodded, then motioned to elside to continue to lie down and rest. Soon, under the maid's message, the paladin Orc tokni of the God of the earth came in first. Although the body is also wrapped with bandages, tokni's spirit is good. Obviously, the injury has almost recovered. Seeing tokni's situation, Al sid is relieved. Before, the orcs almost sacrificed their lives to save themselves.

"How's your wound from the devil?"

Tokney casually found a chair and sat down: "it's almost good. The effect of the therapeutic medicine you gave me is really not general. The wound healed completely in one night, but thanks to the protection of the God of the earth. Fortunately, the blow was resisted by the magic. Otherwise, I might have died at that time."

"Thank you for your rescue at that time. I owe you a favor."

"I should thank you. As a paladin, I should be at the forefront of fighting against demons, but I let you get involved in such a dangerous thing."

The two thanked each other, and Al Sid showed a rare smile.

"Where is the chief priest of Brahmi?"

"Don't worry, the Lord priest of the God of the storm is full of vitality anytime and anywhere, but this time the Lord priest uses too much divine power, and his body can't bear it. However, the God of the storm has blessed him. The Lord priest will be fine as long as he cultivates for a few days."

Then the paladin Feilin also came to the ward to visit several Saint fighters. At that time, if it was not for the help of the redemption angel pernlus, the party might have died in the hands of the devil or died with the devil in the divine thunder of behis. Pernlus also left after returning the people to the ground. Now the holy capital is helping zegus Kingdom deal with subsequent things. The destruction of the demon lord altar is no small matter, which means that for at least a thousand years, the master of pain Mosta can't put his hand into the material plane of the Lord, and His believers will lose all their strength.

Al Sid nodded, and now the matter here is finally over, and his party should continue to embark on the long delayed journey. (to be continued.)