When time began to pass again, Lothar was again in the center of the platform. He still had a vague impression of the strange scene, but soon, even the vague impression disappeared. It''s like a dream I remember when I wake up. I don''t know where I went after three breaths. But even so, the count could still perceive that something had changed in the short breath. The change did not come from the sea demon priests who were angry at him, but something hidden behind the red curtain on those inexplicably oppressive steps. The immediate effect of this change on Lothar was that his tense muscles relaxed a little.


    There''s something. It''s not there anymore. The feeling was not only felt by the count, but also by many of the priests on the platform who were closest to the lady tide. Even fewer of them turned their heads in horror at the third platform, the priests who usually had the closest contact with the goddess. But soon, their fear spread like an acute infection. Because the priests who wanted to take down the irreverent Lothar quickly found that they had less control over the current than before.


    But that was far less than the current before. When faced with Rosa''s Witch hunting knife in front of her, it was simply dissipated. It gave people the feeling that the priests had really performed a play, but the count, who should have performed with them, temporarily left the scene and did not participate in the plot. Panic, it''s beginning to show.


    The agitation of the priests immediately affected the soldiers. Quwa and his men looked at these high priests in doubt, as helpless as children abandoned by their parents. The general and the soldiers looked at each other and attributed the problem to Lothar, who was standing safely on the platform, and the witch, who was bound to her hands. "Go, get them under control."


    But it wasn''t long before the soldiers who were in charge of capturing Lothar came back and rejoined what they had just done, and neither quwa nor anyone else was dissatisfied with it. It''s Witchcraft, witchcraft, of course. Her hands do not know when to untie the shackles of Qili, full of interest to go to Lothar, watching everything around. The priests were howling in panic, while the soldiers of lietao were deaf and thinking about how to change the way of fighting after the fog had cleared.


    "Isn''t it interesting?" She said to Lothar. Subconsciously, the count reached for the handle of the Tomahawk to make sure it protected itself from being trapped by witches like the sea monsters.


    "Did you do it?" He naturally asked the question, thinking that the scene in front of him was all Qili and her evil taste of magic in the play, which is in line with his understanding of her.


    "Me? I don''t have it. " Qili''s interest was very high, and because she was communicating with Lothar by magic, her excitement flowed into the latter''s thoughts without any disguise, which raised the count''s mood. "I don''t have the ability to make a god disappear. I''m just, you know, a bunch of kids who don''t have owners. Oh, I''m kind of mean. But forget it, witches are not known for their nobility, are they? If we are all so noble, who needs you? "


    Lothar is confused by Ellie''s answer. He can''t understand the metaphor used by the witch. But there was one thing that he immediately caught from the other''s words, the disappearance of a God, and from the immediate situation, which God disappeared was very clear. However, these two men were not the only ones who realized that the tide lady was far away. Some of the flustered priests soon came to the same conclusion as Qili, and in the eyes of these priests, the quickest and safest way to reclaim the goddess was always sacrifice.


    "I have to go and save her." This was Lothar''s reaction to the sight of a priest with a stone knife in his hand towards jequia, who was bound together. It''s no wonder that at the moment when witches and knights are protected by magic, the best sacrifice the priests can find is naturally the last survivor of shark teeth. But Ellie stopped Lothar, and she asked as the priests approached the Huntress.


    "Do you think she needs our help?" At first, the count did not understand the witch''s meaning, he understood it as Jacques could rely on his own strength to get rid of the threat of the priest. But of course, it''s impossible. In the previous battle with Lothar, the female hunter has spent too much energy, and the bleeding caused by losing her arm also makes her unable to exert her strength as before. She is now the fish on the chopping board, waiting for the chef to cut open her abdomen and remove her internal organs. But is there a fish with a smile on his face when he is on the chopping board?


    "Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha!" Jequia laughed. She could see the expression on the faces of the priests, and she could read the meaning of that expression. As a believer, she knew that the only thing that would make the priests look like this was, "this is your punishment! Lietao''s scum! This is your punishment! See, your God abandoned you! Come on, kill me! It''s like killing my people! But it won''t work, it won''t work! Your God has gone, ha ha, he will not come back! No


    Lothar couldn''t understand the siren''s language, and the shell man attached to jequia''s shoulder disappeared in the confusion, but he could guess what she was saying just by looking at the hunter. The count, who had just been aroused by the witch, was silent. He knew that compared with the shark who killed jequia and cut off her arm, he could not compare with the people who slaughtered the shark''s teeth. Jacques may not avenge herself, but she cannot but avenge her fellow countrymen. This hatred had already appeared when she called on the sharks. It was not only the sea monsters of shark teeth, jacquia, who was the last living shark teeth, who suffered more from the pain and torrent than those who died. The avenger will not stop, because what he pursues is never pure revenge, but self destruction driven by hatred and the things he hates."Think of it better. If their beliefs are true, whether it''s the father of the sharks, the tide lady, or the destination, then death is not too bad for her. I don''t think any God will ask his followers to do more. Now let her go to him Qili said softly, and the banter smile on her face was also restrained. She wondered where the witch would go after her death, her body returning to the soup pot, but her soul? Or her consciousness? Is there anyone who will kindly take in a witch''s soul?


    Blood, dyed red the sacred underwater pyramid. Jacques did not stop swearing and laughing until he died. The laughter lingered here after her heart stopped beating, in every priest''s mind. Goddess, no return. Why? Why? Is the sacrifice not enough? Or is the level of sacrifice not enough? I don''t know which priest started to move his hand. When the first stone knife stabbed into the body of some officer in letao, the scene completely lost control. The sorceress''s magic disappeared quietly, and the soldiers suddenly found that their priests were all turned into sharks smelling blood. They only knew to stab every living creature they met with their stone knives.


    It was unprecedented chaos, unprecedented madness, and Rosa and Ellie were fortunate enough to be spectators of this undersea drama, even though they didn''t want to see it at all. Blood, dyed red on the bottom of the sea, even the current can not blow it away. However, the flowing sea water brings other things, that is, a large number of bodies floating in the water. The flowers in the sea that originally emit elegant blue light have turned into pale white floating objects like ghosts. It seems that a terrible snow has fallen on the bottom of the sea.


    "Chantico! Chantico A siren with four arms came howling from the snow and headed for the top of the pyramid.


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