"Fuck!"

When he raised his head, not only Alan, Winsling and others were a little stunned, but Philip, who was pinched his soft flesh on his waist, forgot the pain for a moment, and his mouth opened in a ridiculous O-shaped shape, which could not be closed at all.

At the same time, the square outside the window also began to have a chain reaction. I don’t know who was the first to look up and found out, and then it spread rapidly like a violent toxin. Large groups of people all looked up and looked at each other. The body movements and every expression on their faces were frozen in an instant, as if they were as stupid as a sculpture!

In the open space in the square below where thousands of eyes were focused, Harves and other temple personnel reacted. This was not because they found something, but because they watched the originally restless and excited people suddenly calm down, and the atmosphere became extremely strange. Only then did they realize the abnormality and subconsciously raised their heads.

"Oh...god..."

I have to say that this is professionalism, and the details can best reflect professional qualities!

Ordinary people suddenly suffer a strong impact in their spirit, and they usually subconsciously call out the closest in their hearts. Those who trust trust think they are guarding, such as ‘Mom’, etc. However, different clergy personnel. In the pyramid of their closeness and distant relationship, parents and elders are definitely ranked under the gods. Therefore, after the spirit encounters a strong impact, the only thing that subconsciously blurts out is ‘God!’

However, this time it was not just a meaningless marvel, but a description of objective facts.

As the saying goes, there are gods three feet above the head! Now, just above the heads of Harves and others, at a height of about thirty feet, there is such a majestic statue floating.

He has a handsome face, half-exposed clothes, strong body, and a torch in his hand... and every feature is in line with the standing statue of the God of Light above the roofs of churches all over Bran.

In front of this huge statue of god that seemed to be on the sky and the earth, the statue of the tall justice erected in the center of the square below instantly seemed extremely small and completely incomparable.

Miracle! The real miracle!

I have to say that this scene is really intimidating, and more importantly, this special opportunity to appear!

Silence, dead quiet! Thousands of people below opened their mouths and looked at the huge statue, their minds were blank. I don’t know if this sudden miracle was to punish Xia Wei'an himself or to seek justice for Xia Wei'an…

However, no matter which situation it is, it is absolutely shocking for the people on the scene. In the face of this real miracle seen with your own eyes, the people on the scene couldn't help but copy a scene that once appeared in the north, with their legs and feet weakened and they knelt on their knees...

I don’t know who took the lead for the first time. In just a short moment, it seemed like an irresistible bitter wind blew into the square, and thousands of people were like wheat straw in the fields, bent down and bent over, crawling and kneeling down. The scene was spectacular for a moment!

In the center of the square, Xia Wei'an, who was like accepting the kneeling of the people, looked up at the statue of the sky. The first thought that flashed in her mind was not a god, but a vulgar figure... She was so familiar with this scene, because not long ago, someone had played this trick under her nose.

Is it him here? Why...save me?

At this moment, even if she walked onto the judges, Xia Wei'an felt as if she was still calm, her eyes suddenly felt extremely sour, and her thoughts were turbulent in an instant. It was extremely complicated. Even herself, she didn't know what she was thinking or what she should think at this moment...

I am happy...I am a clergyman! Why are I happy that an evil heresy came to save me?

Moreover, isn’t it because of him that the temple fell into such a situation? So, shouldn’t I hate him very much, right?

Yes, I hate him, it must be true!

But why do I feel hypocritical? I had vague expectations in my heart before...

Ah—Xia, Wei, An! What are you thinking about...

...

He pinched his fists tightly, his nails were completely trapped in his palm without knowing it. He pounced on his eyes and did not dare to bow his head. Because only in this way can he forcibly suppress something... At this moment, Xia Wei'an's heart was completely confused.

At this moment, someone came to his senses. As mentioned earlier, Bran is extremely isolated from the north, and the news is not smooth, so the people here basically don’t know that the so-called miracle in front of him has been shot out in the north. Of course, even if Harves knows it, he is still confused due to his identity, and dare not speak out. After all, no one knows whether this miracle is true or false. If it really offends the dignity of the gods, then the fun will be great...

However, among them, some people do not care about the so-called gods at all.

"Pretending to be a god, break it for me!" A long shouted, and a blue-purple spear light suddenly flew out from the Eastern Shops, and thunder flashed, instantly piercing the statue of the god in the air.

Needless to say, this was naturally a hand made by Wen Silin. He was also shocked when he first saw the statue of God, but he, who was from the Sword God lineage, had always lacked a favor for the Temple of Light, and he didn't have much awe of the Great Boss of the Temple. After reacting, he wanted to take action and then came out.

But this move was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for everyone in the field, and I couldn't accept it. "Ah--" Seeing the gun piercing through the left chest of the statue, a pair of people came in an instant. Thousands of people couldn't help but scream, and their hearts were all slapped. The timid even subconsciously covered their eyes, collapsed to the ground with trembling, and finished...

Isn’t it the end of the world to annoy the gods? Who can live?

But the next moment, the world was not destroyed, and everyone was still fine. After the blue and purple spear pierced the heart of the statue, it flew high into the sky, but the huge statue was not damaged at all and still hovered in the air.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous cheer. Thousands of people patted their chests and their faces were full of excitement. The straight god was worthy of being a god, so how could he be successfully attacked by mortals?

Harves, who was standing by the window with a gun, frowned. Of course, he was not the ignorant people. Just one shot made him feel suspicious... a phantom?

At this moment, suddenly, bang bang bang bang... The square recurred and mutated. Dozens of crystal bottles were thrown out of every corner of the crowd, most of which were thrown into the open space around the trial table, and a few exploded directly around the square. In an instant, bursts of black ink-like choking smoke rose out of thin air, and a large area of ​​dazzling white light radiated around, covering the crowd of the square for a while - especially the central open space location, which was completely covered!

"...Damn it!" Wen Silin, who was stunned and was in a low voice, instantly understood. All the gods and miracles were just a cover. All the other party wanted was to make thousands of people in the field kneel down and lie on the ground. Because only in this way, they would not be damaged on a large scale by the flash crystals, smoke bottles and other alchemy props thrown out.

So, the only thing that was really affected...Wen Silin turned his head suddenly and narrowed his eyes to the center of the square.

"Okay, okay, good...good means! Good intention!"

Sure enough, the people in the temple who were surprised and inconsistent did not choose to kneel down in front of the statue of gods who were not sure of the true or false, which was equivalent to eating all the damage effects of the alchemy props... Although they were covered by thick fog and dazzling white light, they could not see their current situation for the time being, but listening to the constant roaring howls from there, they could know what a messy scene was inside now.

And at this moment, dozens of Douwei figures suddenly jumped out of the kneeling crowd, instantly drilled into the thick fog and white light, and rushed towards the position of the judgment platform where Xia Wei'an was.

Needless to say, this is naturally here to save people.

However, it was precisely because of seeing these dozens of figures that Wen Silin was about to shoot out of the window, and suddenly looked stunned, paused, frowned and shook his head: "No! It's not him..."

These people are indeed not the Tangen that Winsling imagined, because the dazzling white light they burst out is the unique sacred fighting spirit of the temple.

"Owens..." Xia Wei'an, who was sitting on the platform, was condescending, so he immediately recognized these figures rushing towards him. It was Owens and other Puritans who had been trying to organize the rescue during the escort.

Suddenly, Owens had also seen false miracles with him, and it was not surprising that he knew the techniques. And if he said so... the corner of his mouth was pursed, Xia Wei'an smiled lost, not knowing whether it was disappointment or ridiculous self-deprecation.

He lowered his head and murmured in a low voice, "So it's not you... It's a pity..."
Chapter completed!