A teaching is going on in Sanwang women''s residence, training ground.
"Too slow, Semia."
Whew, a golden light bloomed, and Semia, who was deep in the air, was directly lifted out and hit the ground heavily.
Hoo, the red flame spread. Under such an attack, semiya, who should have been hurt, came out of the flame intact.
"Teacher, come again."
Her pretty face was full of perseverance and no half depression. She spread her gorgeous red wings, and semiya rose up again.
Seeing semiya like this, Sean nodded with satisfaction. If Sean had only regarded semiya as a chess piece in the past, when he decided to give semiya the fruit of zoology, mythical species and immortal bird, he really regarded semiya as his own student. At least he would not give her up easily and would teach her something really valuable.
Semiya has a strong blood, which restricts her weak body and soul, and the fruit of the immortal bird can make up for this shortcoming. Even in order to rapidly expand semiya''s soul, Sean has come up with some courage and wisdom. Under such circumstances, semiya''s real strength is making rapid progress. Before, it was only three changes, but now it has four changes, It has even begun to climb to the fifth.
For other blood extraordinary people in the Huangsha world, the transformation of their blood is to dig deep into the power of blood again and again, and each time it takes a lot of time and energy. For semiya, she doesn''t need to carry a hoe to dig. Her blood power is there. She just needs to bend down to pick it up, and the speed is naturally much faster than other extraordinary people.
Bang bang, falling again and again, climbing again and again. The mythical immortal bird demon fruit has brought semiya incredible recovery ability and made her waste money wantonly. However, semiya''s tenacious will has played a vital role in adhering to this hellish training. After all, even if the injury can be recovered by using the fruit ability, But the pain of repeated serious injuries and even dying is enough to crush most people''s nerves.
While Sean used the identity of the three kings female teacher to constantly contact the real secrets of the world and cultivate semiya, a war broke out in another place that surprised everyone.
Sol City, as a famous mining city in Talia, has a relatively developed economy and a large population. It is precisely because of this that after the traces of the black church were found in this place, the nobles of the royal capital scrambled to take over the job, because there is oil and water to scrape.
Of course, this lucrative job eventually fell to Kaman Cleo because of the king''s preference.
At night, the moon in sol city was as bright as ever, but it was not enough, but it was stained with a little scarlet color.
Thick plumes of smoke rose into the sky, and red flames spread all over the mining city. Sol city is not calm tonight.
"Kill, kill these evil dogs."
"Kill nobles and divide property."
"We are the true patrons of the gods. The so-called nobles are not thieves who steal the great power of God."
The roar of anger echoed in every corner of sol city. Under the leadership of the black believers, more and more miners joined the ranks of resisting the nobility. Of course, no one knows how many thugs fish in troubled waters.
Facing the impact of the huge absenteeism team, the army of sol City performed very poorly. Of course, the reason for this situation is that they lost the command of the superior commander and could not cooperate effectively. Moreover, many of the black believers who guided the miners mastered extraordinary power through blood treasures.
In the Lord''s mansion, most of the magnificent buildings have collapsed, Kaman Cleo''s strong body has fallen to the ground, and his favorite yellow beard has been dyed red by blood. He died and died on this gold fishing trip with reluctance and regret.
In fact, after getting this good job, Kaman''s only idea is how to make a good profit. As for the black church, he doesn''t care at all.
The underworld church is the remnant of the two major churches in the church era, which has indeed caused great losses to various countries. However, after so many years of consistent suppression by the seven countries, the underworld church has long become a climate, and only some remaining evils are left to hide in the dark, trembling and terrified like rats in the gutter.
Kaman has thought that it would be good to search at will and find real black believers. If he can''t find them, he can create some black believers to make a job. He can even check several chamber of commerce that have an affair with black believers in this way, so as to contribute to the stability of the Kingdom.
Unfortunately, what he didn''t expect was that with such a random search, he really found a group of black believers, not one.
The main business of sol city is mining. The terrain here is complex, there are mines everywhere, and most of the population are miners. You know, miners are not a good career in Talia or the whole yellow sand world. The mines here really eat people. In this case, sol City naturally becomes a fertile soil for the growth of the underworld church.
"The divine envoy, all the nobles were killed. This is the wealth collected from their residence, including artifacts and various extraordinary resources."
Walking out of the ruins and passing by Kaman''s body, an old man wearing a black religious robe, with flame lines on his cuffs and gray hair, who looked 60 or 70 years old, came to a shadow, knelt down, and held a water blue box in his hand in front of the shadow in an almost pious attitude.
"Garza, you''re dying."
Lowering his eyes, there were no waves in the ice blue eyes. Looking at Garza''s increasingly old face, the shadow said so.
"It''s my honor to return to the embrace of the Lord."
With a smile on his face and talking about his life and death, Garza had no fear at all, as if he were talking about others.
Hearing this, the dark shadow didn''t say anything. She took the water blue box and disappeared quietly. Her palm was as white as jade, like a person rather than a sand family.
Did not get up, even if the shadow had disappeared, Garza still knelt on the ground, as if kneeling down to his God.
"Garza, is it worth it?"
A thick voice sounded, and a middle-aged man wearing a black robe with water ripples on his cuffs quietly came to Garza.
"It''s worth it, Dean."
He got up and looked at his old friend of the same age. Garza gave a positive answer.
The extraordinary power of the black church comes from the blood treasure, that is, the so-called artifact. Ordinary people will have similar extraordinary characteristics when they get the power of the blood treasure, but their essence will not change. They often use their own blood to feed their own blood treasure when needed. The more they use, the greater the loss, and ultimately the loss is their life.
"You should know that person is not an envoy at all, and even she may not be a person in our world."
Looking at his old friend, De''en couldn''t help persuading him.
Although the top leaders of the black church have the same extraordinary power as the nobility with the help of blood treasure, their life span is far from being compared with the nobility. In addition, the characteristics of blood treasure can not be stably inherited, which together put them at an absolute disadvantage in the struggle with the nobility. Even at the beginning, the two churches were defeated by the nobility because of their mutual struggle, The most important reason is that the most important blood treasure of the two churches lost control at that time.
Dean doesn''t want his friends to be fascinated by the illusion and follow the old path that many church members will follow.
"Dean, true and false are not important. The church needs hope, and she can bring us hope."
Looking at his old friend, at this moment, Garza, the current old Pope of the underworld church, exudes a particularly bright light in his eyes.