Above the sky, the Mother Goddess of Light opened her eyes and stared at Su Mingan again.
He had already sensed his cunning and scheme, and knowing that he had handed over the world coordinates, he rushed over immediately.
squeak--
Perhaps attracted by the dazzling colorful lights, dozens of crimson strange birds flew over, chirping, circling, and flying around the masked young man.
His hair was completely white, without a single trace of black. He held the mask firmly with his hands, as if to make his laughter louder and more pleasant, and quietly wiped away the blood that had flowed down his chin and neck.
A strange crimson bird soars between the endless mountains.
Just like a rainstorm in the middle of the night, the clouds are rising and the night is bright, all living things are silent.
The living beings who saw this scene from afar, under the call of Anthony and others, realized that the god with white hair and white feathers like a sheep was their Lord of the Lighthouse, their "Olivis".
Then, spontaneous prayers arose for him, for Oliver, and for Rowsa.
With sincere faith, blessings from the heart, and sincere wishes for victory——
Thousands of voices. Old people, children, men, women, all shouting, chanting, repeating... the same words.
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——I create first and then erase.
——First give it a soul, then let it perish.
——Destroy first, then regenerate.
——First obtain the brilliance of their soul, and then drive their life to extinction.
May you live as long as the heaven and enjoy happiness forever.
There is eternal joy here, and we all praise our Lord.
Prosperity will never fade and happiness will be endless.
The rivers do not flow, but the glory lasts for generations.
The rivers do not flow, but the glory lasts for generations.
The rivers do not flow, but the glory lasts for generations.
The thunder is roaring and the power of heaven is awe-inspiring!
…
Today, a heavy rain fell in Luowasha, which had been suffering from high fever for a long time.
“Boom!”
Just then, a loud thunder sounded and the sky suddenly turned white.
Like cotton wool soaked in white pulp, the thunder stirred the air into sticky water, and the leaves of the Elf Mother Tree turned over their silvery white bellies in the wind.
There was a loud "crush" sound, as if something was piercing the sky. The next moment, heavy rain fell with a "crash", turning the world into a big bowl to collect water. In the blink of an eye, the horizon was covered with rain. The air was sticky and moist, filled with the sound of fine and dense rain.
The young man under the tree had a head full of white hair and a body full of pure white tentacles. His hair and skin were covered with heavy rain, and his body was heavy and thin.
He was like a snow-white sheep bathing in the rain.
The boundless power of faith surged up, as if supporting his spine.
——The “sheep” no longer needs help from others to shed his heavy, dripping wool.
He himself was standing in the rain, without fear or flinching.
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On the other side, the top player Alauddin turned the page of his book.
His heart was pounding, he took a deep breath, and dropped his hand.
(End of this chapter)
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