"You are a disciple of the Black Flames." Hipamira smiled. "Do you know the origin of the disciples of the Black Flames?"
The young man was stunned.
Pandora's box was opened. Wars and plagues, monsters and disasters came one after another. This was the origin of the so-called Calamity of Civilization.
That was the most glorious era of the Temple of the Earth. The Daughters of Gaia and the Miirnas protected this world of civilization and order. In that era, Hipamira knew that there was a group of people who had lost their families and loved ones because of the invasion of monsters. They swore revenge and used the Black Flames as a mark to be enemies with the monsters for the rest of their lives.
They were called the Three Swords of Civilization along with the Temple and the Legion.
But as time passed, the Swords had decayed.
She gave the big guy a look and the latter immediately rushed up to pull the girl with the thick eyebrows and ran. Everyone finally began to turn around. The young man in the black robe was stunned for a while before he followed hesitantly.
He thought for a while before he tore off the brooch that represented the secret meeting from his robe and threw it into the ruins at the side.
Behind everyone, a dozen tentacles finally caught up with Hipamira and pressed down on her together.
"Miss Priestess!" The girl with the thick eyebrows could not help but scream.
Hipamira's figure disappeared.
Fredrich's tentacles surrounded the priestess in the center. They intertwined with each other and there were thousands of faces on them. These faces changed their expressions and let out lingering whispers, like a low sigh in the ear, whispering and not stopping.
Hipamira felt a voice squeeze into her mind. That voice was like hundreds of voices overlapping. They repeated different intonations and different contents. It was buzzing and noisy, but it made her understand the content.
"They have betrayed you."
"The Temple of the Earth no longer exists."
"I recognize you, little girl."
"You are the priestess of the Temple of the Earth."
"You do not belong to this era …"
Hipamila pursed her lips and frowned as she stared at the big guy. She was still a little afraid in her heart, but she was the shepherdess of Himilud. She had to stand here and watch over the flock of sheep on behalf of the goddess.
She took a deep breath and her chest heaved up and down. "I know you too, Fredridge, and I cannot be deceived by your sweet words," she cried.
A low chuckle squeezed into her mind.
"Hehehehe."
"But I've found something interesting in the way these people think …"
"Do you want to see it?"
"What a pity. The once glorious Holy Cathedral has now become a vassal of the barbarians."
"Do you know how the Earth Holy Hall was destroyed?"
The cacophony of voices was incoherent and annoying. With thousands of tones overlapping together, it was as if there were thousands of people chattering in one's head.
"Those mortals don't understand at all …"
"How arrogant are you?"
"They only know how to seek personal gain."
"They killed your companions and betrayed your faith …"
"You don't fit in with this world."
Hipamira was silent.
The last sentence pierced her heart. The young girl's eyes sparkled. She opened her mouth slightly, but her heart was filled with softness. She understood that she was indeed incompatible with this world.
This was not an era that belonged to her.
Hipamilud was the King of the Mountains. Her arrogance made her throne carved at the peak of the mountains, under the howling cold wind all year round.
Her priestesses were equally arrogant. Every shepherdess was the most outstanding and beautiful young girl among their peers. Their hearts were pure and flawless, their wills were firm, and their status was incomparably respected.
This arrogance was innate, as if they were naturally above the mortals. They protected the mortals like a flock of sheep guarding the Goddess.
Because the sheep were weak and needed their protection.
They were strong, so they could show mercy.
But that era was over in the end.
From the moment she was summoned to this world, she understood this principle.
This was an era of mortals. Hipamira silently put away the arrogance in her heart. She was a smart girl and knew how to protect herself. She learned to smile politely, as if she was gentle and approachable, like the girl next door.
She looked at this world without saying a word. Because she understood that she was incompatible with this world, she only evaluated this era in her heart. Backward production techniques, old weapons, weak strength, undetermined fighting will. This was the era of mortals.
Perhaps it was still warm, but too weak. If the Goddess was still here, would it be different?
How would such a world fight against the Twilight?
She felt a little strange. She did not understand why Lady Martha and the Gods would make such an arrangement. But on the other hand, she did not dare to look up the history books about the past.
She understood that she was afraid.
Because arrogance could not tolerate mistakes.
"They can't even learn to be reverent."
"They only have cheap gratitude … …"
"But it will soon disappear and they will forget you completely."
"Only worship and reverence can be maintained for a long time."
"Go and kill them … …"
Fredric's voice guided her patiently.
But the last ruby on the sheep's head nail lit up automatically. A Knight's fearless heart came from a fearless spirit. It eliminated all fear and confusion, and was immune to all interference from the mind and will. It blocked the soul and cleared the mind.
Hipamira suddenly woke up. The confusion in her eyes disappeared, and her gaze became more determined.
"Arrogance will eventually lead to destruction. Nothing lasts forever. The glory of the Temple of the Earth is just a part of history. Its survival is just a moment to the world itself." She opened her mouth and answered.
"Hahahaha."
"Listen to this arrogant tone … …"
"Look at this high and mighty Priestess … …"
"Commenting on the progress of history with the eyes of mortals."
"How arrogant. It seems that you still don't want to give up your position in the past."
Fredric's sharp and thin voice retorted. It was like the shrill noise of a file.
Hipamira looked up at the intertwining tentacles and replied loudly, "Fredric, you can't confuse me. My personality is not my weakness. I've never been ashamed of it, because the pride in my heart is not the source of my blindness."
"And because I've seen many people better than me, Fredric. Even in this era, it's the same."
Fredric fell silent. After a long while, he said sullenly,
"Oh?"
"There's actually someone who can make a Priestess of Himilud say such a thing."
"How puzzling."
"You're lying, little girl."
"Disappointing, detestable. The era of the ancestors is over, leaving behind a disgusting world."
Hipamira smiled and said with admiration, "That's because you haven't seen him. He can be an enemy of an empire for a promise. He's not strong, but he's brave and strong-willed, humble and clean. He doesn't have any of the bad habits of the nobles. He's neither frivolous nor arrogant. The ideals and beliefs he carries are so pure, as if they came from the sages of ancient times. It's no exaggeration to say that I'm full of reverence for His Excellency —"
Fredric's voice buzzed as he recalled. In the end, it turned into one, "The reverence of a Priestess of Himilud is puzzling … …"
"Let me see the little thoughts in your heart."
"The seeds of deceit will sprout in your mouth."
"You can't deceive yourself, little girl … …"
"Tell me, who is that?"
Hipamira replied with a smile, "My lord."
"A mortal?" The voice was full of disdain.
The former sighed softly and looked at the terrifying tentacles in front of him with a strange expression, "This is the era of mortals, Fredric."
"So what?" Fredric replied with a thick sense of contempt, "You're counting on a mortal to save you?"
"My lord won't save me," Hipamira replied, "He's here to kill you."
Fredric let out a deafening laugh, and more than a dozen tentacles trembled as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
A mortal, kill him?
Brendel sneezed loudly, and he could not help but furrow his brows in confusion. Ever since he entered the Gold-rank, natural diseases were no longer able to affect him. His body was a hundred times stronger than a normal person, and it was an understatement to say that he was like a bull.
Could it be that someone was spreading an unnatural plague around here?
He knew that Andesha and Mayad were in the city. Even though the latter was dead, who knew how many Patriarchs there were in the city? Tree Herders loved to play with these filthy things the most.
Ever since Hipamira's last communication with him, he could no longer connect with her through telepathy. However, he could feel that her Elemental Pool was weakening, and he guessed that she was in a battle.
Who knew if she was a Tree Herder?
Or more likely, she was a Tree Herder.
His gaze swept across both sides of the burning street. At this time, most of the buildings in the South City District had been burned down. Only some embers were left of the two rows of houses. The non-burning bricks still maintained their original structure, but without the support of the wooden structure, it was hard to say how long they could stand.
Soon, he saw a group of refugees.
The group slowed down as they walked.
The girl with the thick eyebrows was the first to stop. The others seemed to be infected by her and stopped one after another.
No one spoke. This was the best outcome. They were lucky to survive with only two or three casualties. The Holy Cathedral was right in front of them. As long as they reached there, they would be safe.
However, they did not feel the slightest bit of joy in their hearts. The atmosphere was oppressive, and no one knew what to say.
Normally, when their lives were in danger, most of the people here would be more than happy to have everyone stand behind them to protect them, as long as they could escape with their lives.
However, at this time, they felt as if their feet were filled with lead, and they could not move anymore.
The boy did not understand the adults' silence. He kept asking where the Priestess was. He wanted to turn back to look at her several times, but he was stopped by the tall man.
The tall man did not say a word. He was a Knight, but he took off his helmet and threw it far away.
The girl with the thick eyebrows held his hand. Her heart was heavy, but she could not blame anyone. What was the use of them staying?
"Priestess won't die," she muttered: "She said that the Lord will come and save her. She was so sure."
"The Lord?"
"But how can a Priestess have a Lord?" Someone asked.
Everyone quickly thought of the reason. "She lied to us. She was worried that we would not leave." When this was said, everyone became silent.
There were only a few cold-blooded people in this world. Although some people were selfish, it was only because of their survival instinct.
Everyone present felt their throats tighten. Something seemed to have appeared in their dry eyes. Some of them blinked their eyes desperately.
The young man in the black robe silently followed behind everyone.
But for a moment, he felt that he saw something. When he turned back, he saw that there was nothing on the street. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had been thinking too much recently and was hallucinating. But his mind was in a mess. He did not know if he was thinking about where to go after leaving the secret meeting, or if he was thinking about the Priestess' last words.
Do you know the origin of the Disciples of the Black Flames?
Of course he knew the origin of the Disciples of the Black Flames. The Bishops used this as the glorious history of the secret meeting. But there were not many believers in the lower class who believed in this. Many people joined the secret organization for various purposes. Most of them were just seeking protection. He was one of them.
After hearing so much, perhaps he had accepted his identity. But subconsciously, he still did not believe that the Disciples of the Black Flames had such a glorious origin.
"Are we really fighting to cleanse this world?" Asking himself, the young man felt that there was no answer to this question. But he could feel that the Priestess did not look at him with any discrimination.
She was not filled with disgust like the nobles.
He thought about these things and turned around again. But he was shocked to find that everyone in the room had silently taken a step back.
It was as if he was suddenly standing in the middle of the crowd.
"What is going on?" The young man was shocked.
Then he heard a voice that he did not want to think about even in his dreams. It was as if it came from the deepest part of a nightmare.
"Excuse me, the Priestess you are talking about, is she such a lady?"
Such a polite way of asking a question was like a noble's, but the other person's tone was not disrespectful or condescending. Instead, it was gentle and approachable.
Everyone looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of them.
He is a Count.
The big man thought.
This person is not Cruz's man.
Perhaps he is the Lord of the Priestess, the girl with the thick eyebrows had such a thought in her mind.
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