"Have you escaped?"
"No, how could she run away?"
Jarry looked at these people in those temples with sharp eyes and said, "Someone betrayed me."
He cast a suspicious glance over one person after another, some of whom were in charge of guarding and others of monitoring.
"Kill them."
The dragged person shouted, "King!"
"We don't have one. We really don't have one."
"We saw a figure and fell asleep."
"It's not our fault!"
"It's not our fault!"
Jarry didn't bother to listen to their defense, the king didn't need evidence for killing, and one sentence I suspected was enough for you.
Jarry pointed to the two priests of the god after speaking, "You are a royal family. I don't want to check if one of you two let go, but now I give you two a chance."
"People ran away from your hands, so you should catch them back, or your family and children will die with you."
The two priests of the god shivered: "King, we must catch her back."
The minister stepped forward to persuade Jarry.
"King."
"It's just a woman, and we ran away." We only need to choose another person from the Schieren family. "
Jarry laughed; he thought it was a good opportunity for the other party to run.
"No royal family can be underestimated, let alone if she is the heir of the Sky Temple."
"Where can she go?"
"You can only go to the other three royal blood families, and only they dare accept the royal family."
"Just to test the attitude of these three royal blood families."
Jarry summoned his three sons and ordered the three Ruhul monsters to follow their instructions.
He asked his sons to lead an army and the Ruhul monster to the city-states of the three royal bloodlines to track where the stars had gone.
He wants to see who dares to contain the stars.
That will be an excuse for him to strike at the opponent, and perhaps at that time he can take back another Ruhul giant and consolidate the power of the King of Hailince.
It's just that he didn't expect it at all, and a terrifying mythical life followed Stellaris at this moment.
desolate land.
There are huge boulders everywhere in the eyes, and the grotesque stones are like horrible shadows in the darkness.
Stellaris and a group of people from the Schieren family fled here, ready to take a rest and then set off at dawn.
In one night, she went from a member of a high royal family and a priest of the Sky Temple to a fugitive from the Kingdom of Hailince.
Yesterday she had everything, but now she has nothing.
"Father!"
Stellaris hugged his leg and sobbed, hiding in the corner behind the rock.
She dare not show weakness in front of others; she is now the support and backbone of the whole family.
Polo jumped out, half of his body exposed from behind the rock.
"What are you crying for?"
Stellaris was taken aback, and quickly wiped away tears: "I don't have one."
Polo leaned forward and walked out from behind the stone.
"Don't wipe it, I saw it all."
"You are crying."
The unbound Polo doesn't know what sorrow is. He feels that the world is full of happiness.
She admits that Star no longer hides.
"Father was killed by the king, but I don't know what to do."
"I am really weak and really useless."
"I don't even know where to go tomorrow."
But Polo could not understand: "If it is really that uncomfortable, then go and defeat the king!"
"Let him pay for what he did."
Star raised his head: "That's the King of Hailince!"
Polo straightened up: "Of course it's impossible for you to be alone, but now you have a partner and an extremely powerful dream master."
"The Messenger of Ince, the Messenger of Fantasy and Dream..."
"Smart and wise Polo."
The series of titles that people can't remember at all made Stellaris feel confused. After Polo had finished speaking, he thrilled himself with excitement.
"That's right."
"This is an adventure, a great epic, and a heroic story."
He turns in circles like a gorgeous dancer. He likes to express his inner joy in this way, but at this moment he feels that dancing alone is not enough.
His golden robe arched a horn like a hand, and he took Stellaris' hand and turned it with him.
Under the stars, two people dance in the moonlight.
"Star!"
Let's defeat that king together! Let's embark on this magnificent and magnificent adventure together.
Polo likes to pursue those exciting and fresh stories. He hates the unchanging nature of life and being restrained.
Stellaris looked blank, and Polo controlled the rhythm and dance steps completely.
But it is indeed much more relaxed, the original fear of feeling calmed down a little bit.
She felt that Polo was right, that her father couldn't just die in vain.
"I want the cruel king to pay."
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Polo fell asleep and nestled beside Stellaris like a child.
Stellaris looked at him sideways.
"The... messenger of the god?"
She has never seen such a person.
Is this the man who walked out of the god-given land? What does it look like? It can make people feel so happy without any troubles.
In his dream, Polo saw God.
God allowed his audience, and Polo broke into God's dream.
God's dream is completely different from his dream. It is endless tall buildings and cities stretching to the end of the sky. They control the sky, the earth, and the ocean.
They even looked at the stars above their heads.
Miracle.
supernatural power.
doesn't seem to be enough to describe this kind of power.
Polo stood beside God, dumbfounded.
Is there such a powerful race? Is this the legendary God?
"Here."
"Is it God's world?"
God stands on an iron tower, overlooking the busy traffic and the city of tens of thousands of people.
He was plunged into contemplation and memories, as if only with such memories again and again, could he not forget who he was and where he came from.
God said: "It used to be."
The three words contain endless vicissitudes and sorrows.
He is standing on the earth now.
The distance from my hometown is not light years, but billions of years.
Polo seemed to understand. He was taken aback for a while and told God.
"Great God!"
"Your messenger has found someone, and she will definitely be able to create a true god-destroying technique."
"She is a genius, a genius who pioneered magic."
Polo chattered endlessly, like a child showing off his sand castle or a certain toy,
God didn't care very much, or he didn't really expect Polo to find the answer for himself in the beginning.
"Polo!!"
"Nothing in the world can carry the will of God."
Polo was not at all intimidated by the difficulties; he remained optimistic about the future, and he was full of hope.
"This is just the beginning."
"Polo will definitely be found, but Polo will travel the world with God as a messenger."