The next day started with Bonodoze slipping on a candle on the stairs, and the little boy laughed wildly, and it passed quickly.
The priest had already sent out all the invitations, and the number of people who had accepted the invitation was quite satisfactory to them. Nesse has been staying at the Church of Destruction to help open up the surrounding wasteland to provide a gathering place that can accommodate enough people.
Although there is no need to be too particular because of the doctrine, the amount of work is actually a bit too large - sometimes spells are not as convenient as hammers and saws, especially when the spirit becomes increasingly difficult to concentrate.
And those destruction-style decorations are really a headache.
The believers can't help much. Not only are their numbers limited, they often have various disabilities - this is because they sacrifice their limbs to the God of Destruction.
"Not scary enough." "Too gentle." "It cannot highlight the majesty of Lord Hand of Destruction and your majesty." The priest returned to the church soon after and treated him respectfully, but also made some comments.
Nese spent the whole day playing with bone fragments and skeletons, occasionally reciting a few hymns in a pretentious manner, and sprinkling bat wings and lizard blood around the assembly hall, filled with thoughts of mocking Ifomed.
Their fingers cramped, and before the sun went down, they finally set up the venue in the mud and white ash.
"Actually, depending on your power, you can directly make a cool and scary pit on the ground. It only takes a second." The priest of destruction concluded.
Nesse sat in the skull throne that rattled when the wind blew, waving her hand and feebly letting him go. Does he know shit about power?
"The hand of destruction is above, see you tomorrow. My lord."
The priest prostrated himself before him. "Are you going to stay here for a while?"
"I'll be here tomorrow until the ceremony starts."
The intestine porridge I had for lunch was rolling in my stomach.
Regardless, he had made up his mind that this would be his last night in Semoland.
The arrival date of the Son of Shoumono is getting closer and closer, and he needs to leave for the Flame Cave in the Land of Moonfall as soon as possible.
Tomorrow he would complete the ritual of summoning the Hand of Destruction, although in reality it had fallen far short of its original intention.
After completing the ritual, he can be completely cleared of suspicion in Semoland, gain reputation, and... other important things. Maybe get a formal place to stay. He was just getting to know the place.
It was a wonderful irony, he would be out of here tomorrow and wouldn't need them.
As for the change of heart, he decided to let it go. Who knows when it will be finished? Will it bring benefits or disadvantages to them?
If it can catch up,&nbp;&nbp;then it will catch up. If you can't make it, there's no need to force it. Think about it carefully, is this particularly necessary?
He has taken it lightly.
The information about the Featherless Ones obtained this time was enough, and the days were as long as the vomit left behind by a drunkard returning home. Yi Zhante will be here soon,&nbp;&nbp;He will make analysis and considerations and make correct judgments.
The agreement at Moonfall and the meeting with Chaint must be the first priority. He has no other selfish motives and does not want to escape anything.
not at all.
The light and shadow shook, and Nesse realized that the Priest of Destruction had returned to him.
He also brought with him a man shrouded in a black cloak. The priest was as dry as a cactus without water, and the man was even much thinner than him. Two slender shadows were drawn on the gray ground.
Nesei took a look and saw a terrifying face under the cloak. The right half of the face must have been burned by fire and was as rotten as stew. The left half of the face could still be seen as a delicate and childish girl, only thirteen or fourteen years old.
The priest pushed her, and the girl sat weakly on the ground, curling up one leg and looking gloomy. The hem of the cloak revealed the frayed top of a wooden stick. Is that her other leg?
"do what?"
"The tribute for tomorrow's ceremony." The priest said, "If the apostle spends the night here today, she will serve you."
Disgust surged in Nesai's heart.
"This guy has difficulty walking." He said calmly, "She has given too much to the God of Destruction."
"This shows that she is pious." The priest of destruction said, &nbp; Attract the attention of the God of Destruction..."
"Why do I need this?"
Nesse sneered, "The hand of destruction will definitely appear tomorrow. I have fully understood his oracle. And you may have many misunderstandings. Get out of here now. Remember, the God of Destruction does not want this to happen again."
The priest looked frightened and opened his mouth.
"roll!"
"The hand of destruction is upon you..." The priest had already trotted away.
The girl was still where she was, her head hanging down like a broken rag doll.
"Go back. You are not needed here."
Nesai stood up and rubbed his forehead.
He really forgot to think about it. Blood sacrifice by believers is a popular method in various religious ceremonies. The sect of destruction and destruction is no exception.
But after coming into contact with Ifomie and Xiqisi, he found that this was a completely stupid way to gain attention.
Blood is sometimes useful, stirring up energy and focusing mental energy, but there are other ways. Cruel and extreme behaviors are just sensationalism, either because of the bad taste of the so-called "gods" or due to their internal comparisons.
"I just follow the people's heart." This is what Ifomie said, "If even the gods in the healing field require flesh and blood sacrifices, but the Destruction Sect I control treats the believers with kindness, who will believe it?
I have to treat them cruelly, so that they know that under my protection, they can have the same power to treat their enemies cruelly. "
This sentence doesn't sound like his tone at all. How does he understand people's hearts? Nese suspected that this was someone whose words Ivomit was repeating.
"I have nowhere to go."
Nesse had already turned half of her body into the inner room of the church when she heard the girl behind her speaking in a voice as soft as a mosquito.
He knew what it meant to have nowhere to go.
There's no need to even ask.
"Are you also a magician, or an apprentice? Go back to your usual place. Don't come tomorrow. I will make it clear to the priest."
"I will live here. My life will be destroyed by the hands of destruction. I will gain complete purification and tranquility." The girl whispered.
Purification, tranquility. This sentence seems so ridiculous. Her beliefs struck him as ridiculous.
Ifomie was once a wandering demon, and there were many such demons. If he didn't disguise himself, he would only be beaten by everyone in the world. On the other hand, he is a sick man who has lost his wife and is immersed in melancholy. That's all. Her devotion makes no sense at all, even laughable.
"The God of Destruction will not want your life." Nesei finally replied briefly.
"What about you? Can you help me...take me..."
"no."
"Did you reject me. Or did Lord Hand of Destruction reject me?"
"The oracle says nothing about the necessity of your devotion. Do something else."
he left. Having said that, he hoped she would understand. Tomorrow is the ceremony. We can't leave any clues at this time.
