savior epic

Chapter 86

"Krima, according to our tradition, chop off your murderous hand." Priest Stan raised its eyes and stared at Krima.

A burst of cheers broke out among the crowd. Although the duel happened suddenly, it still attracted a large group of Shanbu people to watch. Among the traditions.

They shouted Klima's name loudly.

Klima gasped heavily, he suddenly felt unreal, Proust's dead body was still twitching slightly on the ground, at that time the scimitar, which was clearly unsteady and thrown away, took away Proust's life.

Amidst the cheers, he belatedly knelt down on the ground and covered his mouth in disbelief. Then, his frail body suddenly burst out with force. He raised his head and screamed excitedly. Everyone present heard, Crima shouts the name of Proust's sister, the name of his whore lover.

"Hands off! Hands off! Crema! The coward is dead! You're alive!"

"Just like in the scriptures, cut off your hand! Then give your hand to Proust's whore, and let her wear a ring for your severed hand!" After finishing speaking, the crowd burst into laughter.

"Long live Klima! Long live the victor!"

The Shanbu people were agitating and clamoring. No one among the Keshi, Yavin or dwarves mixed in them would have thought that the usually snobbish, courteous and humble Shanbu people would be so crazy, just like the long-term depression. The vengeance, in the serene eruption.

Klima stood up and scanned the crowd, enjoying the cheers of the winner. He kicked his dead friend contemptuously, which caused the crowd to be very lively. He raised his knife and looked at Priest Stan, and received a positive nod from the latter. , take a deep breath.

The blade fell, and Klima yelled. After the duel, he was already weak. The scimitar pierced through the flesh and got stuck in the bone. The sound was so frightened that it was silent for half a second, but then, it was the sound of encouragement.

Priest Stan patiently waited for Klima to break off the hand.

As Klima howled tremblingly, his hand was broken, and his fingers were still twitching. He lifted his broken arm triumphantly, enjoying the cheers of the Shanbu people, and then blurred his vision, and called out to the doctor twice, Lie down on the ground collapsed.

Priest Stan looked at the broken hand with doubts on his face.

"Where is the Lord? Shouldn't my Lord come into the world before my eyes after breaking off his hand?" After being puzzled in his heart, Priest Stan fell into a panic, "Why doesn't the ceremony work? Could it be... which step is wrong?"

Priest Stan poured out regret afterwards. If any step was wrong, all previous efforts would be wasted, and he... I'm afraid he has been targeted.

"Impossible, I arranged it according to the scriptures. Be extremely cautious. Could it be that the prediction is wrong?" Priest Stan fell into endless doubts and confusion.

However, in the next second, its soul trembled.

It immediately closed its eyes.

Chen Yi wasn't sure if Priest Stan would be like Ode. After he used the old saying, Priest Stan would obey orders and commit suicide.So I had to rush to the scene, and after Priest Stan was deceived, I dragged my consciousness back to the present world, and personally took the life of the troll with a bow and crossbow.

And when he hurried to the hotel, he saw Klima's broken arm and Proust lying in a pool of blood.

Surprised, Chen Yi never saw the afterimage of the Lord of Suffering come to the world.

"Not all prophecies are accurate," Chen Yi remembered Serena's words.

Then
Chen Yi didn't slack off, but sat in the corner and closed her eyes.

After suffering unspeakable pain, Chen Yi boarded the Kingdom of God.

"Nausuo."

On the throne, the lights of the imaginary clock tower were extinguished a little.

Chen Yi cast her eyes on Priest Stan.

The tall body stands under the firelight, and Priest Stan, who closed his eyes, shows a strange color. It vaguely senses something, oh, it turns out to be the soul, and its own soul is trembling with excitement.

Finally, the old saying "eyes" that I am about to comprehend!
"The prophecy is indeed correct!" Priest Stan couldn't hold back his excitement, his tall body trembled, "The words in the scriptures are indeed correct, my blood sacrifice was successful, and the afterimage of my lord is about to come to the world!"

Priest Stan was so excited that he couldn't calm down. He could only look forward to it. Then, he suddenly felt something wrapped around his fingertips. Oh, it was his beloved Lord of Suffering, the supreme gift that was about to come down.

If he had to maintain absolute humility before God, Priest Stan would have danced with excitement, even though it was just an afterimage, not God himself.

It has forgotten all about it, and finally understands it by itself!

"My beloved Lord!"

It couldn't hold back, opened its eyes, opened its eyes of spiritual vision, and saw with its own eyes, to witness its Lord of Suffering.

The black robe as deep as the abyss hangs down from the supreme throne, and the majestic and holy shadow casts on the priest of Stan. It can't help but tears well up in its eyes. Its own lord, the lord of suffering loved by countless creatures, looks at him so pitifully. , as if He is the incarnation of suffering, He is the supreme representative of "suffering", the mother who gave birth to "suffering", that kind of incomparable kindness, that kind of Ruida from the future, made Priest Stan could not help but prostrate.

Priest Stan fell to his knees, with his hands outstretched, begging in tears: "My beloved Lord, you are so merciful, you love your believers so much, the Lord who suffered for us, your most humble and stupid believers, I beg you, enlighten my understanding, enlighten my 'eyes'."

He didn't speak.

wailing Priestess of Stan,
I felt something stuck in my eyes.

click.

It stings sharply, and bright red blood spurts out of its eyeballs. It hisses and muffles, feeling its eyes being pierced by something sharp, and the torch in its hand falls to the ground.

"This is... the suffering bestowed by my lord, the trial bestowed on me! It must be so, my lord is so merciful!" Under the severe pain, Priest Stan's frenzy was unspeakable, and his other good eye widened.

Followed by another click.

Priest Stan felt the sharpness, which completely penetrated the entire eyeball and was transmitted directly to the brain. It was in a state of confusion for an instant, and it was only a moment before it felt the sharp pain of the puncture.

such suffering
My beloved Lord of Suffering, you love me so much!
Priest Stan couldn't help laughing, it was about to understand the meaning of "eyes" after losing its eyes.

Then, its throat felt hot.

Something, pierced the skin, stuck the entire throat.

It realized something, tried to open its eyes wide, but couldn't see the Lord, because its eyes had been pierced by a crossbow arrow, and the only response to it was numbness.

Priest Stan's scaleless skin was sweating coldly, its nerves tensed with a feeling of dying.

"It is the delusion that the Lord of suffering is so merciful"

However, the impulsive powerlessness cannot tell a lie.

Priest Stan felt that the spirit was leaving it, and its vision eyes were also pierced.

"Why, why did the afterimage of the Lord not enlighten me, why?! It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!" It tried to wail in despair, but it blocked the dagger in its throat.

"...No, the afterimage has come, the prophecy is correct and the prophecy is not wrong." The blood kept gushing, gradually losing the touch of life, making Priest Stan unable to struggle.

I clearly saw the afterimage, obviously
And after seeing the afterimage.
"Oh, I see,"

In a trance, something came out of its gradually losing consciousness.

Improper
Do not look directly at the Lord.
"So that's what 'eye' means."

"I get it."

Priest Stan, who was enlightened for a moment, smiled miserably and fell to the ground, completely cutting off all vitality.

It understood, as prophesied.

And by the understanding spoken of in prophecy,

Above Chen Yi's Sea of ​​Thousand Pillars of Clouds, the illusory bell tower was filled with a small piece of debris, and some lights were lit.

　Thanks for the reward of 10000 starting coins from the surreal game Prell, this should be considered a half-step leader (laughs).

　　After writing this small plot, I can feel that I have made some progress. I can see that my grasp of the cause, process, turning point, and result has become more mature. Compared with the first dozen chapters, the whole story is much more complete. .

　　At the same time, looking back now, one small plot links another small plot, and then the big plot is released, the rhythm of the whole book will be much better.

　　That is: after Kasim was enlightened by the protagonist—launched the Temple of Suffering, and wrote "The Duel of the Proclaimed"—while the priest was acting, Oude was also acting as the mastermind behind the scenes—Oude was killed by the protagonist— Christopher canonized.

　　The whole story will be more coherent and have a sense of fluency, but it's a pity that the ideas at that time will not be so mature.

　　Fortunately, I understand it now, and it will definitely be used next time (laughs)
　　My problem, to sum up, is actually a problem of fluency and rhythm.

　　Let's use an inappropriate analogy: like in "Swordsman", Linghu Chong, who has not yet learned how to attract stars, has sword skills, but lacks energy.

　　My strengths are probably novel storylines and emotional mobilization ability, as well as the shaping of atmosphere and so on.

　　However, I also found that I was too obsessed with the plot, and at the same time too obsessed with innovation, which led to many places where I wanted to do things differently from others, and then put the cart before the horse.

　　Not as simple as imagined, is it?
　　There is only one update on Saturday, I need some time, look through the previous chapters, make changes, and sort out the outline

　　
　
(End of this chapter)