Miko

Musha's status on the central island has always been somewhat special, which stems from the fact that he never questioned Arian's decision, and also from his absolute loyalty.His fanatical following of inheritors is well known, so when he led a man in a white cloak to the teleportation formation, the worshipers and warriors of grace who passed by just looked at it and continued to busy with their own affairs .

Musha looked calm and composed on the surface, but in fact the palm covered in the cloth robe was so wet that he could hardly pinch it tightly.He didn't dare to look back at the man behind him, for fear of revealing any flaws, so he could only listen carefully to the footsteps behind him to make sure he wasn't lost.

Timir really couldn't care less about other things while collecting the power of faith, which is why he needed to set up a restriction.It stands to reason that it would be perfect to take Arien away at this moment, but...Musa looked up at the silver light cluster in the sky that was rapidly gathering towards the Watch Temple, and he felt his heart beating a little fast...maybe he was too nervous up!

It took Musa a lot of effort to set up a detailed and reasonable escape plan to persuade Arien, and the chains that can seal the dark power made Musa scratch a handful of hair in anxiety.Fortunately, Musha remembered that since Timir returned to the temple, he seldom used the hero sword, and as long as the hero sword is infused with holy power, it is almost invincible, so he took a little effort to steal the hero sword, and finally Let Arian out.

In short, the process is quite difficult.Looking back, Musa felt relieved.

"Musa, just send me here!" Musha heard Arien speaking in a low voice behind him.

"No, your strength has not fully recovered, I have to send you to a farther place to be at ease." Musha immediately refused.

Perhaps because he felt that Musha's words made sense, Arian no longer insisted.

The two walked into the teleportation array one after the other, and Musha waved his staff and began to chant.The incantation sent was rather lengthy, and even though everything was going well, Musha was sweating faintly on his forehead.

There used to be divine warriors in charge of guarding the teleportation array. This is because people on the island cannot leave at will, so the permission of the inheritor is required to open the teleportation array.However, during these times, the number of monsters in Sprice has been increasing, and there have been casualties of ordinary islanders on several islands, and the nobles in power have clamored for the shortage of troops, Timir had to send more troops Godly warriors and worshipers went to the islands to support, so the use and management of the teleportation array became much more lax.

When Musha uttered the last syllable, a sense of exhaustion enveloped him... It was finally completed, as long as he stayed away from the central island, this escape plan was a big step closer to success.

"..." But the strange thing is that although the silver light on the teleportation array continuously flows along the pattern, it has never been officially activated.

"Maybe the spell I recited was wrong..." A layer of cold sweat broke out on Musha's body, he tried hard to recall the spell, and felt that there was nothing wrong with his chanting.

Arian's heart was also tense, he didn't have much hope for this escape, but he had clearly seen the dawn, and he couldn't believe it would be nothing.

However, Musha chanted the incantation countless times, but the teleportation array remained motionless.

"Damn it, what's going on here?" Musha became a little irritable, the palm holding the stick was covered with sweat, and the stick almost slipped out of his hand.

"I also really want to ask, what's the matter?" To be honest, this sentence didn't contain much emotion, it was very flat, but Musha suddenly felt as if his throat was being choked, and his eyes were gloomy.

Timir came from a distance, his steps were obviously extremely slow, but in a blink of an eye, he could always be seen flashing closer to him.The staff in Musha's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and he couldn't help but took two steps back, just blocking in front of Arian.

Those divine warriors and worshipers who were clearly not near the teleportation array had stood in a circle at some point, looking at Musha with complicated eyes.

"This is a trap." Aryan suddenly said softly.

Musha's heart suddenly became extremely cold.

Arien barely resisted was escorted back to the purification room by the divine fighters, while Musha knelt down slowly on the spot.He felt that there was a feeling of fear, Master Arien's wound could only be relieved by low-level healing techniques, and he didn't know what kind of torture he would suffer from Timir, and what would happen to him... ?

"Musha, you have cheated my trust..." Timir's voice was clear and cold, without any trace of human touch. Hearing it, one felt a feeling of chill gradually sinking into the heart.

Musha raised his eyes to look at his former companions, and found that they were all inadvertently avoiding his eyes.He smiled wryly and lowered his eyes. Do you really think that Master Arian should be imprisoned and watch their father and son kill each other? "Master Timir, it's better to say that you never trusted me..."

That's right, if that wasn't the case, why was he able to control the situation immediately when he was clearly in a state where he couldn't take care of other things? How could he be so calm?

Timir watched Musha silently, with a storm brewing in his purple eyes.He was indeed collecting the power of faith to strengthen the imprisonment of Timir, and at the same time increase his own strength as much as possible, but Timir's resistance this time was stronger than he expected.It should be said that he regretted not killing Arian.

"At such a sensitive time, I don't have the energy to give you another chance to do it again..." Timur grabbed the hand that wasn't holding the staff, and the blue blade of the Hero Sword gradually solidified from phantom, and then In a flash, it stuck on the ground in front of Musha.

Except for Musa, all the devotees and fighters of God's favor were shocked, and some finally couldn't bear to intercede for Musha.

"Can you guarantee that he won't join the army of darkness?" Timir dispelled everyone's impatience with just a cold sentence.

Who can stand in the right direction when disaster strikes?In any case, attaching to the light must be the right choice!The Central Isle has been in existence almost since the creation of Spryce, and it has been a place of faith for all devotees and warriors of the Divine.It is too difficult for them to choose to trust Musa!

Musha stared numbly at the blue sword blade, then raised his head with a chuckle, and looked at Timir with a gentle and focused expression: "Timer, when I first saw you, you were just a girl in my eyes. The kid who caused trouble for Lord Arian. I was ordered to guide you, but I didn't have enough patience. Whenever you were in danger, I subconsciously thought that if you died, maybe Lord Arian would become the inheritor forever ..."

Timir frowned slightly, waved his hand, and the onlookers looked at each other and left.

"Slowly, I feel that you also have a cute place. You obviously don't have great strength, but you always insist on not backing down... Maybe it's called stupid, but I like it very much. Seeing you from hiding behind Lucius Young man, I am so happy to become the king of the island country who leads the soldiers to fight against the monsters." Musha murmured to himself, his tone gradually lowered. "I've always wanted to follow Lord Arian, but I couldn't control my eyes. I wanted to observe everything about you. I hated Lucius sticking by your side. I even felt jealous... You are the inheritor appointed by God, I am just your servant, you will have the Holy Maiden and the next generation of the Son of God... I only have the right to watch..."

"I know that this feeling is a sin, but I don't ask for forgiveness...Timer, Sir Arien is your father... No matter who you are now, the same blood is flowing in your body, please don't treat him cruelly Lord Arian, you will definitely regret it..."

"Have you finished?" Timir frowned displeasedly, he felt pain in his heart again, and he attributed all this to Musha's use of a spell that troubled his mind.

Musa closed her eyes and shook her head.

Timir glanced at it lightly, then turned and walked towards the main hall.He didn't need to watch Musha commit suicide with his own eyes, everything that happened on Central Island could not escape his eyes.In fact, if he wanted to, he could use many cruel means to punish Musa's betrayal, but it was no fun for him, and he didn't bother to kill Musa himself.

Please, spare Musa!

Timir sneered, this is absolutely impossible.He doesn't allow betrayal, no matter who it is, even Christopher...he didn't forgive...

The island kept falling, and light and darkness alternated in the sky.Even in the dark, the Watchman Temple still exudes a beautiful dim light, the hymn that was once overflowing with happiness and enthusiasm has stopped for a long time, the fairy whose aura has condensed.Although no one said it clearly, uneasiness and fear were spreading in private, and everyone hoped that the new inheritor would break the darkness as soon as possible and restore the former glory of the Overwatch Temple.

Timir knew exactly what the people on Central Island were thinking, but he had no way to comfort them now. At least, he didn't intend to waste any divine power to maintain the so-called glory before the official battle with Drake.

"Master Timir..." Although the worshiper who came to report the news knelt on the ground respectfully, he dodged his eyes and dared not look at Timir on the main seat, and the distance between them was much longer. "Musa...he's dead..."

Timir nodded: "Throw out the central island."

"My lord...Musha, he..." The worshiper was timid, but now he became anxious: "He grew up on the central island, couldn't he be a little more flexible and let his corpse enter the realm of the gods? "

The domain of the gods is the place where the ashes of the dead worshipers and warriors of God's grace are stored in the watchtower temple. They fought for the temple. After death, their names will be engraved on the floating god stone and stored in the domain of the gods. Things that feel light.

Timir glanced casually at the worshiper, who immediately fell silent in fright. "I don't want to hear another word about Musa."

"..." The worshiper looked at Timir unwillingly, and forgot to dodge for a moment.

"All the islanders of Sprice are living under the shadow of the dark king Drake. You have this time to sympathize with the traitors. Why not think about how to help them out of their predicament." Timir stood up and walked deep into the hall. walk around. "Master Timir..."

"What else?" Timur looked back with a sharp gaze.

"No! It's nothing." After paying a salute, the worshiper quickly left the hall.

Timer just wanted to move, but stood still and frowned: "Timer, don't provoke me anymore, I'm in a bad mood right now!"

Father God, what on earth are you going to do?Do you want to deprive me of my friends, father, and lover one by one?I won't let you get what you want!no way!

Timir smiled sullenly: "I didn't expect you to be able to support until now... Then, I will let you completely collapse!" He snorted coldly, and once again strengthened the imprisonment of Timir's consciousness, ensuring that in a short time After Netimir could no longer bother him, he walked towards the clean room.

Next, the prisoner who dared to escape should be punished!

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