savior epic

Chapter 53 Disturbed Divination
The lower lip of the lying-haired reader broke a horrifying hole, and then the upper lip stuck to the lower lip uncontrollably. He suddenly grabbed the worm and splashed it at Ode.

The latter stood still, allowing the worms to burn through the long clothes and even penetrate into the skin.The piercing pain appeared in the same position, and the lie-haired leader realized that this was a wrong choice.

A shapeless thread connects the lips, air flows through the hole pierced, and Ode blows the dog whistle, fingers pull the silk thread, and stab it down the upper lip.

"Limasik Marlowe." The lying-haired leader forced out the words through his teeth.

"Malo" is an adjective suffix of Ceremonial Yavin, meaning "indisputable", and "Limasik" is an ancient platinum script, which connects adjective variants, meaning "invalid".

The mixed language of Yawen and Platinum is more in line with mysticism than dragons. One of the manifestations is that the higher the spirituality of the target, the more susceptible it is to be affected.

Taken together, it is "unequivocally invalid."

In a rough rule, when an ancient saying has an affix, it is number one.

Lyceum's lips parted abruptly, and as Ode's fingers continued to pass through his lower lip, Lyceum was unscathed.

Because Odd's old saying is invalid, and beyond doubt.

Even if the bard has a little guess and doubt about the effect of this old saying, his "common suffering" will be invalid.

Ode was stunned, then reacted suddenly, then lying down and reading one meter in front of him, the worm threw the vision eye on his cheek.

A sharp dog whistle sounded, Ode stalked backwards, the yellow and white dogs swooped up with ferocious expressions, all the worms landed on them, whining immaturely like a child, the worms not only burned through their skin, but penetrated into several of them. Only gnaw their internal organs wantonly.

Ode opened his lips, and suddenly pulled off the silk thread, which was extremely cruel, and just looking at it made people feel unspeakable pain.

With bleeding lips moving, Ode recited:
"From beyond the celestial kingdom,

The lonely shadow, for the great sufferer of the world,
Your humble follower, I pray for your guidance."

Ceremonial language, Liefa leader's heart skipped a beat.

The clown wants to summon the madman? !

But... where is the magic circle?

His spiritual eyes looked around in an instant, but he couldn't detect the slightest trace.

Just hear Ode blow a dog whistle.

The bodies of the yellow and white dogs swelled rapidly. They wailed and barked in pain, blood and tears dripped from their eyes, and their limbs twisted and intertwined with their bones.

Then, it exploded suddenly, and under the strong stench, the magic circle written in blood suddenly appeared on the dog's skin, and all the rancid internal organs and flesh were sacrificed.

The spirituality of reading with reclining hair is "undoubtedly invalid." There is only one object of action.

He couldn't nullify the magic circle!

The lying-haired leader rushed forward suddenly, but saw Ode's body flipping backwards at a faster speed as if being dragged by a silk thread.

Oude hooked the corners of his mouth, and skillfully smiled with a stiff smile unique to an artist, his lips and teeth kept moving.

"Lomen."

Ode's spiritual vision eyes widened.

The magic circle written by Goupi disappears at a speed visible to the naked eye. No, it is more like flowing backwards than disappearing.Those rotten flesh and blood as sacrifices, gradually
Fresh!

The officiant, Yisha, turned the ode beads, and her old body stood quietly outside the prison door.

Worms popped up one after another from the palm of the lying-haired leader.

With a froze smile, under the terrified eyes of the minstrel, a scorching worm leaped forward, piercing his cheek easily, and gnawed at the entire eye of vision with its tiny beak.

The lying-haired leader suddenly inserted a black-handled dagger into the left chest under the bard's long coat, and blood gushed out.

Squeeze hard.

Thoroughly breaks the heart.

The minstrel's body suddenly lost the support of the pumping blood vessels, the oil lamp in his hand fell to the ground, his legs suddenly went limp, and he fell to the ground slumped.

The lying-haired leader was panting heavily and his heart was beating wildly. Despite the presence of the officiant Yisha, the whole process was still full of phenomena.

"It's settled, officiant Isa." Wofa led the reading and said.

Priest Yisha walked over slowly. After careful inspection, she picked up the oil lamp left by the minstrel.

In the dim light, many things cannot be seen clearly.

"He is completely dead." Lying Fa led the reading.

The officiant, Yisha, raised the oil lamp and shone on the minstrel's smiling face.

"Wait." Priest Isa stretched out the eyes of spiritual vision in her eye sockets.

She squatted down, pressed her fingers on the bard's face, and wiped off the thick oil paint vigorously, as if wiping off human skin.

The oil paint fell off like losing its spirit, and seemed to melt when it was heated.

The lying-haired leader's pupils shrank, and he almost screamed out of focus, the soles of his feet suddenly turned cold.

He calmed down and glanced at the pointed, dog-haired mouth.

"how is this possible"

As the bard's paint was wiped away, the black and dead dog's face was revealed.

Not the clown from the Temple of Suffering.

How can it be?

Lie down and read the bard's robe, the forearm, pelvis, and lower limbs inside. There is not a single human limb, not forcibly sewn together with the black dog's limbs with silk thread.

If it wasn't the clown from the Temple of Misery
"Where is he? Where the hell is he?"

The lie-haired leader hurriedly took out gold coins from his pocket, and the night was glowing.

"The clown is here, the clown is here."

Put it in the palm of your hand, read the divination silently in your head, hold your heart, and throw out the gold coin in your hand steadily.

Jin Rona leaped high, rolling and rolling in the air, lying down and staring at it spinning for an unknown number of times, still thinking silently in his heart.

Sliding through a slight arc, Jin Rona jumped to the highest point and began to fall, falling steadily.

Afterwards, lying down and leading the reading, the pupils shrank.

When it was less than a few centimeters away from the palm, the gold coin stopped imperceptibly, and abruptly and forcibly turned half a circle.

It fell on the palm of the hand, and the head portrait of the emperor on the front fell in front of the eyes.

Divination is disturbed
It was supposed to represent the negative side of negative.

Is it the divination beforehand?
The lying-haired leader got up hurriedly, with disbelief written all over his face.

"Tsk tsk."

In the streets and alleys, under the attire of a minstrel, Oude strolled slowly in the alleys.

"Heretics who vainly try to predict the outcome of fate are so contemptuous and overconfident." His bluish cheeks, which have been painted for a long time, couldn't help evoking a sixty-degree smile, "As everyone knows, only the one who can fool fate wantonly My Lord. He alone can deal with fate."

Thick black clouds pressed down, Ode's footsteps were unhurried, and his pointed and wide boots made a sound intentionally or unintentionally.

Manuel's memory after channeling points to this.

Thinking that the power-stealing aura was close at hand, Oude couldn't help trembling with excitement, frantically beating his brain from his heart, not only beating, but also wantonly stirring.

Turning the corner, Ode walked into a familiar alley, walking more slowly.

"Is that so, the bookstall? I've been here before." Ode stood where he was, scanning the scenery that had left an impression in his eyes.

In the silent night, the leather shop locked the doors and windows, the lights inside were flickering, and the pungent smell of burning animal fat burst out.

Ode slowly pulled out the silver needle from his pocket, and pushed the end of the silk thread into the hole.

"My most respected and beloved Lord of Suffering, I am already chasing the destiny you guide." He trembled with excitement.

　I consulted an experienced senior, and he said that my description was too complicated, too little, and the plot arrangement was relatively weak. How to say, I was a little frustrated, and then a little painful.
　　So, I'd like to know what you guys think, I'm hoping for some opinions or advice or something please

　　
　
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