Chapter 3443

Wen Jiamo frowned. What does the other party mean? Does he want to expel him with such a broken pendant? This is a little too despise him, but after the other party took the thing, it was put at his feet, and then sat on the mat again.

"What do you mean, make fun of me?"

He was a little unhappy. Although the man was dead in his eyes, he was teased by a piece of bread, which made him very uncomfortable. If it wasn't for moragbar's task, he didn't want to come here.

Standal's light was weak, but it still made him miserable.

He didn't dare to escape. He looked up at the seemingly kind-hearted old man, and suddenly he felt that he had pushed the other side down. Such a God, obviously, had no sense of existence and was superior.

"If you come here for other purposes, I can only say that the glory of standal will shine on the road ahead of you!"

At this time, the elder of the temple suddenly opened his mouth, which was almost the same as sarcasm in wengamo's view.

"Damn it! You bad old man, do you know who I am? " He grabbed each other's collar and pressed him to the ground. At the same time, he showed his white tusks like a file.

"It doesn't matter who you are. When fate leads you to standar, you have become the blessing of fate."

The other side's tone, not warm, this makes him more uncomfortable.

"Are you not afraid of death?"

"What I'm afraid of is that no one wants to clean this place after I die."

All of a sudden, vingamo felt his strength completely released at that moment. He loosened his collar, stepped on his neck with one foot, and picked up the Amulet of standal.

"Is that what you believe? I think it's dilapidated! "

He sneered. As soon as he hooked his finger, the amulet fell on the candlestick of the temple. The wooden amulet slowly burned and crackled in the candle fire.

"Your faith is no different from that of a moth seeking death!"

Wen Jiamo looks at the burning amulet and laughs madly.

"Hehe, you are still too eager for quick success and instant benefit. Didn't the person who guided you mention that everything is natural?"

Although was pressed throat, the other side did not change color, everything is so indifferent.

Wen Jiamo was suddenly stunned. He felt that he was going to be dazed by anger just now. Sure enough, he had to calm down.

He moved his feet and sat down again, his smile gathering.

The church elder got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and then walked towards the candlestick.

At this time, the pendant has been burned to ashes. Wen Jiamo looks at his background and can't help laughing.

"It's all rubbish. You can't put it away."

He was right. The other party just held out his hand and put two fingers on the candle wick. Then Wen Jiamo saw that the flame just jumped on the back of his hand like a kitten, and then it was beating gently, without the appearance of being about to go out. The flame took the sweat on the back of his hand as a wick, and then hung

He was sure that it must not be magic, or even magic, but something beyond his knowledge.

"All things have spirit and consciousness. If you are willing to give them, then everything can talk."

When he said this, he suddenly felt that the figure in front of him became tall, just like the statue of standal.

He suddenly remembered that when he first came to this unknown temple, he clearly felt that the other side was very similar to that of standal.

"You You're stan... " Wen Jiamo suddenly faltered and his face changed greatly.

The abbot shook his head and sighed.

"I'm not, even I'm just a criminal!"

Then he lifted his hood, and Wen Jiamo saw that he was wearing a wig on his head. His real head was smooth, and there were strange lines on it, just like the magic lines of the demons, scarlet and frenzied.

Wengamo's heart thumped. It turned out that the man in front of him was the son of the curse. He could not be a believer of standal.

"So you are also a pagan!"

"No, I'm just a convert. I'm a sinner."

The temple elder took off his clothes. Wengamo saw that his body was not as weak and bent as his appearance. Instead, it was strong and strong. His body was full of explosive muscles, and his lines were like cutting with a knife.

"As you can see, I'm a demon, and later I became a believer in standal. Standal, he has a lot of images, but in my eyes, he is the dawn to save me

Wengamo suddenly responded that in front of him, he was not a church elder or a demon, but a knight of the Holy Spirit, a knight of the "nine Holy Spirits" that only existed in ancient books."My name is Amir Morange, and Sir Amir lanas is my ancestor."

Wengamo finally got to panic, because he saw behind each other, engraved with the mark of the Holy Spirit, one of the most prominent is the sign of standal, which is like a lonely boat in the cold river, the horn of the storm, the vicissitudes of life immortal.

So far, the nine Holy Spirit Knights have completely disappeared, not so much that they are not in the world, but rather that they have been completely hidden in ordinary people.

Now few people can remember their names, but in the period when they appeared in Nain, the name of "nine Holy Spirit Knight" resounded throughout Nain, especially in their base camp, sirodil, the imperial province. A whole empire, especially in the early days of the establishment of the septine Dynasty, the adventurers under the name of "nine Holy Spirit knights" were also the spokesmen of the whole Terrier continent and Empire.

But later, their high reputation was completely destroyed in the later "Red Diamond campaign". Now, the stronghold of their trade union and even the whole nine Holy Spirit church have been annihilated in the dust of history.

The "nine Knights of the Holy Spirit" was founded in the third era, when Sir Amir lanas summoned all the Holy Spirit believers. He attracted most people with his fame in the "battle around the island". He called on those people to look for the relics of a legendary Crusader: the weapons and armor of periner's Wesch, which had been lost thousands of years ago.

In this way, in the first century of the third century, under the atmosphere of optimism and ambition of the whole continent, the "nine Holy Spirit Knight" was officially born. At that time, it was the first time in the history of Terrel that unification and peace came. In those days, however, anything could happen.