Chapter 120 Call of the Brave

Through the skylight of stained glass, the bright sunlight shines directly down, illuminating the entire cathedral.

There are velvet blankets with soft-colored plant fibers hanging on all sides, soft white gauze curtains on the doors and windows, a huge lantern with thousands of branches and leaves in full bloom on the central ceiling slowly rotates, a huge clock hangs on the wall, and the second hand turns. Make a ticking sound.

According to legend, the statue of the Goddess of Aurora, who saved mankind, looked at the world with compassion. A drop of blood and tears was so obvious in the corner of the eye. At that time, it was refined from extremely high-purity rubies, and an endless stream of spring water flowed out from the slightly closed eyes. Fixed tracks flow into the ground.

A group of standing gorgeously dressed, not a bit serious, as if the nobles who came to visit were whispering, talking about the recent banquet, the powerful courtesans, and the excellent slaves at the auction, as well as the seductive crime of the saint. Body.

Holding the scepter, the old pope had a big heart and a friendly smile, and he didn't make any reprimands to the nobles who insulted the saint by talking in such a serious way.

In front of him, the most outstanding blond-haired saintess of the age was kneeling on her knees, praying with her palms folded.

The concentrated prayer and the terrifying pressure brought by the summoning ceremony made her unable to hear the voices of the people around her. This also made everyone feel an inexplicable joy, and her words became more and more explicit.

But no matter what, everyone is waiting for the summoning ceremony to summon a suitable candidate.

Perhaps it was because the darkness that struck this time was too strong, the formation that had already taken effect ran for a full 10 minutes but failed to find a suitable candidate.

Even though most of the pressure of the hero's summoning circle was borne by the sleeping goddess, less than one ten-thousandth of the remaining pressure caused countless drops of sweat to secrete from the golden-haired saint. The robe was soaked, outlining a bumpy figure, and there was a sweet fragrance in the air.

All the men involuntarily shifted their targets, staring at the blond girl in front of them.

Suddenly, the golden light shot up into the sky and shot straight into the sky. The purple thunder twisted like a dragon in the clouds, and the thunder roared, as if announcing the arrival of the brave to the world.

Liu Wu lowered his head, and under his feet was a huge geometric pattern drawn with countless strips of fluorescent unknown material. The air was filled with strange energy that he had never felt before.

Although the golden brilliance covered everything, he could be keenly aware of the surrounding situation without having to look with his eyes, and the magnetic field perception that did not disappear. Everything was reflected in his mind, and Liu Wu probably guessed the current situation.

In a word, it is a lot of novels, and the call of the brave in the game is bad.

Clear family members, colleagues, friends, relatives, classmates, the country, the world, everything, no matter what you know or don’t know, erase all the misfortune or luck you have encountered in the past, and return them all equally. Zero' stuff.

Here, the once oppressed find the power to save others.

Weak beings have the opportunity to chase after stronger forces.

Poor people can also get matching or even surpassing returns through hard work.

For many people, a dream thing.

But Liu Wu felt only one kind of anger.

Grass fucking rage!
Disrupted all my arrangements, interrupted the connection that was finally established, ignored my own will, and dragged myself to a strange world.Can't you choose someone else?I don't have time to save other worlds right now!
But the anger was suppressed by Liu Wu forcibly in just an instant.

Unnecessary anger cannot change any reality, and the rotation of the magnetic field is not the pure force of will that can be infinitely broken through by only anger like the spiral force.

When you don't understand the situation, it is very irrational to show your anger. Being able to completely ignore your own resistance, or even change the world without even reacting, represents the possible background of this world.

It would be a real laugh out loud if you were instantly caught right after you made a move.

But it is absolutely impossible for Liu Wu to do nothing.

Carefully observe everyone's eyes to confirm that no one has noticed, and the arms temporarily condensed with spirit are also temporarily collapsed, a little invisible spirit "naturally" scattered out under the cover of golden light, spreading towards the surroundings, one by one making a weak 'mark'.

Some critical moments could be fatal markers.

And maybe because of the difference in the system, when this mark that only warriors can feel is solidly lurking on everyone's skin, no one still notices it.

The golden light faded away slowly, and everyone saw this unlucky guy in ordinary clothes with a firm face and only one hand.

A kind of doubt obviously appeared in the eyes of most people, but recalling thousands of successful cases of brave summoning in history, the doubt still slowly disappeared.

But this kind of questioning also made the Pope, who should have been the first to speak, hesitate for a while, and let the blond saint, the fanatical believer, speak first:
"Brave! Please stand up and save this world!"

It is obviously a language that has never been touched before, but the special energy in the air is agitated and transformed into a strange wave, which bypasses Liu Wu's defense and allows him to understand the meaning of the saint.

But Liu Wu was not happy about it, instead he spat in his mind.

Damn, it really is this kind of thing, and I have no way of perceiving how she did it, which means that I can't tell the real strength of human beings in this world at all.

This discovery made Liu Wu, who was about to move, calm down again, and continued to perform.

His face was filled with confusion, Liu Wu raised the bowl and chopsticks in his hand with one hand, and made a look of complete incomprehension: "Brave man? What is that? Where is this? I haven't even eaten enough yet." !"

"Cough, cough, cough." Perhaps it was because Liu Wu's performance was completely unsatisfactory. The Pope didn't even adjust his expression. He took a step forward and looked down with a gentle smile. Most of his eyes were focused on Above the saint, "This world is facing a life-and-death crisis. The brave man from another world must save this world."

"Uh, I can't, how can I save the world!" Liu Wu put his rice bowl on the ground, scratched his head with one hand, and moved his empty cuffs with a harmless expression, showing his incompleteness, " You see, I am disabled, not even a normal person, can you send me back from where I came from?"

"The summoning of the goddess has never been wrong. There must be a power in your heart that can save the world." The saint standing beside her tired body forced herself to stand up. anger.

Fanatic?But it looks like other people don't have much faith, funny...

(End of this chapter)

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