Chapter 699 The Beautiful Dance

"Your Majesty, be careful"

"Golaya, get out of here!"

The vindictive energy released by Fiske was greatly slowed down by the strange aura that had begun to form a semi-substantial cage. In this way, the vigilant old priest and the communication priest who stayed next to the saint were able to react. Chance.

Without any hesitation, the old priest, whose soul exploded, rushed to the sharp edge of fighting spirit immediately, letting the sharp fighting spirit tear apart most of his body, and the communication priest also resolutely stood in front of Gloria who was beside him , Facing the death blade that chopped off his own head.

"laugh"

Accompanied by an indiscernible groan, the sharp blade of Dou Qi almost brushed against Gloria's hair.

After penetrating the strange aura, the old priest who burned his soul, and the communication priest who also burst into full potential, Fiske's angry blade was finally changed a little bit, and it did not cut off the Holy Spirit. Instead, she narrowly passed Gloria with blood and a broken soul...

The beautiful Holy Maiden has temporarily survived!

However, the price to be paid for saving people under the angry blow of a master professional is... the stronger old priest was dying, and the weaker communication priest died on the spot.

Of course, the old priest's arrangements and desperate efforts finally worked.

In order to attack, Fisk slowed down his movements a little, just like this a little pause, the strange breath released from the scroll has formed a cage to surround him. Countless souls full of resentment formed inextricable threads, they danced and wove in the air, and imprisoned a master professional while wailing.

When Fiske tried to attack again, the sharp Dou Qi Blade could no longer leave the area covered by the cage.

"This is... a one-time magical equipment? Damn it!"

"boom"

Once again, he slashed hard on the cage formed by the resentful souls, and the violent fighting spirit raged wildly in the narrow cage, but the tough cage was not affected in any way, and those screaming resentful souls were still slowly surrounding the center. Professionals are spinning.

"Hehehe, General Fiske, this is the only master hole card of our Chisha Sect. This treasure between the magic scroll and the magic equipment needs to collect a large number of soul sacrifices for thousands of years. It can only be used later, and it is a one-time consumable... However, as long as you are trapped by it, even if you are a general, you don't want to escape easily!"

Seeing that Fiske was trapped, and half of his head was torn apart by fighting spirit, the old priest laughed maniacally on the ground. He, a formal-level cleric, was able to defeat the always invincible general. A powerful master magic, but something to be proud of even so.

Most importantly, during the time Fiske was trapped, the old priest's obsessed "oracle" could finally continue to be carried out—the ceremony... could finally begin.

Fiske didn't try to tear up the cage in vain. This one-time magic equipment prison has the ability to absorb attack power and strengthen itself, so if you don't have the means to break the magic circle after being trapped, just wait for it It is the best choice to exhaust energy and dissipate it yourself.

Therefore, the general who calmed down stopped slashing and shouting in vain, because it was meaningless to make a majestic master warrior look like a monkey. After discovering the characteristics of this magic circle, he simply complained Sitting cross-legged in the cage formed by the soul, he stared at the old priest who was about to die and said:

"The general admits that this is a very good hole card. If it is used in a battle at the master level...professionals who are accidentally imprisoned by the magic circle may have to wait for death in peace.

but! Don't forget, the current Chisha Cult doesn't have master-level powerhouses. Even if I'm imprisoned, can you official-level priests still hurt me, a master-level fighter? After four or five minutes, I will go out and kill you all, your saint is just an apprentice-level little guy, she will never escape from the siege of the Redstone Kingdom's army!"

After finishing speaking, Fisk stared at the broken old priest and stopped talking.

Since both the old priest and the correspondent priest had lost their combat effectiveness, the general who was still anxious just now was not too worried.

What Fisk was worried about was that the old priest ran away with the saint. Without the escort of the old priest with stronger fighting power, the saint of Gloria was just a special apprentice-level "little guy". Don't try to break through the encirclement guarded by formal-level professionals!

But... Until now, Fiske still didn't think that Gloria had never thought of running away.

Just walked from the edge of life and death, and saw the death of two "companions" who accompanied her. The fanatic little girl didn't have any fear or sadness in her heart. What she had was only a flame that was almost crazy.

It is an honor to be able to sacrifice one's life for the gods. Now that the old priest and the correspondent priest have already received this honor, how can Gloria feel sad for them?

Now, as the "Holy Maiden" of the Chisha Sect, what Gloria has to do is by no means escape from the altar as Fiske envisioned, but she also has to complete the final task - to make this ceremony officially opened by the oracle issued by the gods , and keep going...

If you can do it for a while, it will be a while!

"God's will must be carried out. If it can be done, there should be no hesitation. If it can't be done... just do it with all your might"!

This is Gloria's belief, and it is also the persistence of all fanatics.

So, as Fiske watched in amazement, amidst countless wailing and screams on the chaotic battlefield, on the altar that was stained red by the blood of the communication priest... Gloria, who was just a little girl, spoke calmly. Complicated and devout prayers were performed following the steps at the beginning of the ceremony.

Then, facing the fierce battlefield full of swords, lights, swords and shadows, with blood and broken flesh flying everywhere, the beautiful girl with a figure like a butterfly fluttering towards the flames began to dance calmly and gracefully...

It was a dancing posture like an elf born in the flames, it was gorgeous and pure beauty, the petite body displayed various ancient and exquisite movements, the bright yellow and red dresses bloomed like flowers in the flames, naked Her snow-white feet and the bright red blood on the ground set off each other, and the rhythmic dress was as light as the fragile fallen leaves in late autumn, as if the flames in the bonfire broke free from the embers...

"Maybe God is watching me"?

Thinking of this, Gloria seemed to have completely forgotten about Fiske who might break through the cage at any time and kill her, forgot about several official-level auras that had already locked her, and forgot about the church of the God of Red Sand on this redstone plane. destruction……

She was just fulfilling her duties as a "saint" with great joy, piously pleasing the "God of Red Sand" who had never met before, and being very serious...showing that beautiful dance full of grace and luxury in every gesture. .