The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

"When will you save me out?"

"You're not in danger now, why should I save you?"

"I'm still like this, isn't it dangerous?"

"Don't worry, you won't die in a while, and this altar is very interesting, I'll take a look."

"Interesting?! Do you find it interesting to have an altar made with the lives of so many innocent children?"

"I'm talking about its function, its apparent role is not the same as its actual role."

"What is this thing used for?"

"It seems that it uses the godhead shards under the altar to convert the massive collection of faith power into divine power, and then pours it into your body. At the same time, it uses you as a sacrifice to summon someone who is connected to your bloodline. Then Divine power shapes a body to which the summoned beings attach."

"What about actually?"

"Actually, the godhead under the altar, the power of belief and the summoned beings are all stuffed into your body, and then the damaged godhead is repaired with the summoned existence as the material, and then the repaired godhead is It can be devoured.”

"Can this become a god?"

"Thinking beautifully, use mud to make up the missing parts of the gold utensils, and the gold utensils are still missing. Besides, even if someone gets a complete godhead, will he use it? Is there enough power of faith to convert it into divine power? "

"Even if it's an incomplete godhead, there's always some benefit after getting it, right?"

"The advantage is that you will live longer. In the past, if you stabbed a knife and died, you would have to stab a few more times. You won't be tired for more than ten days overnight, activate the ability in the bloodline, and increase the magic affinity. Does it count?"

"Can you just eat without gaining weight?"

"no."

"That effect is not as big as I imagined."

"After all, it's just a broken godhead, which is fundamentally different from a complete godhead. Besides, things that aren't your own are never yours. Unless some **** is tired of living and takes the initiative to merge with you, there will be a difference between you and the godhead you picked up. After all, there is still a gap.”

"Then won't the gods recycle these godheads?"

"They have a complete godhead, why do they need these defective products?"

"I didn't expect you to understand it quite well. I thought you would only fall on the ground."

"I remember this!"

"Don't, Lord Anji, you have a lot, forget it."

"Hey Hey……"

"When I go out, I'll treat you to a snack. I remember that you like cream cakes the most!"

"I remember that too."

"Then let it go with the wind if it falls on the ground, hahahaha..."

"But there's no wind here."

"Forget it, I don't have the same knowledge as a child like you. You can just lie down there and take it as a thank you gift from me."

"Thank you so much!"

"I want the cream cake to be one meter in diameter."

"No problem. By the way, I'll kill all the people here. You're okay with that."

"up to you."

After finishing the conversation with the life-saving thigh, Charles opened his eyes.

Under the eerie glow of the magical lines on the altar, which was as red as blood, a small skeleton skull at a distance of more than ten centimeters in front of him looked extremely gloomy.

The skull is about the size of Charles's head, and a half-grown permanent tooth can be seen in its mouth.

On the top of the skull, the magic circles with different lines are depicted, and the lines on the skull, which are used as various functional nodes, are connected with the lines on the altar.

On the altar, the number of child skulls engraved with magical lines reaches double digits.

At this time, the ceremony has entered a critical stage, and Prometheus is leading a group of believers to sing eccentric chants whose lyrics and tunes contain some kind of magical incantation.

Charles felt that the broken godhead under the altar was following the magic lines to the altar, and then gradually approached him.

Gradually, Charles found that his soul was separated from his body. He stood up on the altar and saw his body like a dumpling fell to the ground.

Beside him, a shadow floated on every skull.

In the shadows, these children were tied to chairs, and their scalps were stripped alive. Several men in black carved various lines on their skulls with chisels, and then filled the lines with dark red powder. . In the end, as the men in black cast spells, the lines gradually glowed red, and the lives of the children disappeared.

Charles floated to the skull in front of him, a little girl of about six years old.

He stretched out his hands to embrace her soul, then embraced her, and stroked her back.

Gradually, the little girl's soul calmed down and floated quietly above her skull.

Charles then floated to the next skull, comforting a little boy his age.

After a long time, Charles comforted each of the children who were killed, and then they were freed from the deep and painful memories of their death.

Looking at the souls around him, he whispered: "Rest in peace, brothers and sisters, I swear by the soul of my real name Fang Chang, I will avenge your revenge."

At this time, the broken godhead under the altar had come to the altar.

What Charles saw was a white-haired, red-eyed girl with the same scars as Sylvie standing in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and embraced Him in his arms.

The next moment, He fell into Charles' soul.

Immediately afterwards, a picture appeared in Charles' soul.

It was on the sea where the north wind was whistling, the snowstorm swept every inch of the surrounding space, and huge waves dozens of meters high were constantly churning on the sea.

A little girl with white hair and red eyes in a white dress floated on top of the waves, and behind her was a gorgeous building.

He shouted "Go back", "I said...don't come...ah" and "Don't give me...too arrogant", while struggling alone to resist the enemy's locust-like attack.

A few seconds of pictures flashed by, and Charles already knew what happened to the little girl.

At this time, the battle outside the altar had reached a fever pitch. The blood-stained Kobayashi Heizhi was holding a staff more than one meter long, struggling to resist the joint attack of Elizabeth and Artoria.

If it weren't for her quick movements and strange spellcasting, she would have been slashed by the opponent's sword at this time.

When she retreated not far from the "Colosseum" ~www.readwn.com~ a conspiratorial smile appeared on her face.

She raised her staff and went to the ground for a while, and suddenly a circle of metal colossus more than five meters high jumped out of the surrounding ground. Elizabeth and Artoria were surrounded by giant statues of chainsaws and other weapons.

Standing behind a row of metal giant statues, Kobayashi Pingzhi said with a smile, "I spent a lot of time collecting and repairing these metal puppets of the Demon Puppet Army, which were the most troublesome for the human coalition back then. I hope you like it."

As a result, Kobayashi Heizhi couldn't see the expressions of worry or panic on the faces of the two people in the encirclement. She only saw the playful smile on Elizabeth's face, while Arturia did not know what to say in a low voice.

There was a sudden warning in her heart. Before the metal puppet in front of her used the giant hammer in her hand to smash the place where she was standing, she jumped out of the attack range of the giant hammer, and was hit by the agitated gravel. Blurred face.

Having been a high-ranking official on the Demon Race side for three hundred years, Artoria naturally knew how to make these Demon Race machines obey her orders.

(=)