My Dreams Can Come True

"Cthulhu believer! Death!" After the heroic spirit possessed Ellen Fonda, it seemed that his personality had changed a lot. With a loud roar, the decapitated holy sword of forgiveness in his hand slashed towards Wu Kesu, the sword body has not yet arrived. There was already a scorching temperature oncoming, Wu Kesu quickly stepped back, already taking the long song in his hand, and the spiked arrow on it.

"Swish!" The arrow came out of the string, and Alan Fonda stopped, swinging the sword and holding the arrow.

What Wu Kesu wanted was Alan Fonda to stop and drew out the hand axe stuck in his back.

The wooden handle of the hand axe is dark and heavy, with stains on it, but the black color is not made of wood such as ebony, but the color formed by not knowing how much blood is soaked, and there are also various scratches and scratches on the axe. Small gaps.

Apollo raised his eyebrows: "Then the bone shattering axe of the Indian Emperor is actually in his hand?"

Bai Yu answered, "Holy Axe?"

Apollo nodded: "During the colonization, many people died in the hands of the Indian warrior Morris. It is said that he killed hundreds of Spanish soldiers with this axe. The highest position even reached the major. It is said that the souls of the dead are trapped on this axe, but anyone who is killed by the axe cannot return to the embrace of the God of Light."

Bai Yu was speechless: "Is there still such a legend?"

There has been a saying that murderous soldiers give birth to murderous spirits since ancient times, and even the knives used to slaughter pigs, cattle and sheep have a strong evil spirit. This is true. This kind of murder weapon is extremely restrained to the spirit body.

"It was a coincidence that this axe turned into a murderous thing, but this kind of murderous thing is the most harmful thing to the owner, but I need time to help him see it." Bai Yu thought.

"Warriors at my orders! Come out!" Wu Kesu raised his axe in a long voice.

The light in the entire arena dimmed, as if everything was gray in the evening. Suddenly a few people appeared behind Wu Kesu, watching them wearing big hats, khaki coats, red pants, and arquebuses on their backs. Everyone looked forward blankly.

Slowly, there were more and more people, as well as warriors dressed in traditional Indian costumes.

Apollomi raised his eyes: "He really knows how to use this axe. It seems that the traditions of the Hekeya tribe are well preserved!"

Those were the dead who were summoned by using the Bone-Splitting Axe handed down by the Indian Emperor. The Spanish soldiers first appeared, and later there were clothes of various colors. It is estimated that they were all those who died in the war against the Indian Emperor tribe. The dead under the Bone Sacred Axe.

"He is my friend." Bai Yu said calmly.

"This is the White Eagle Country." Apollo said indifferently.

Bai Yu said: "I know that there are many people whitewashing what you whites have done to the Indians. Indeed, the Indians are an uncivilized society with a low cultural level. At that time, they were still fishing and hunting in a primitive tribal society. They also had greed. You can conquer, but you should not slaughter."

Apollo: "Ha! That was just fighting back in self-defense!"

Bai Yu said: "At first you and the Indians were friendly, but greed made you start to capture the Indians and sell them as slaves. Later, the hatred began to grow, and the Indians also felt that they could seize wealth from you, ha! What a mess! You killed tens of millions of bison, so that the Indi people could not survive by hunting bison. You issued a bounty to buy the scalps and skulls of the Indi people, and forced them into your delineated "reserve"; as a white eagle. After the founding of the country, even your chief declared: it is necessary to exterminate all the Indian tribes; nine out of the ten Indians are dead, and I am unwilling to look into the death case of the tenth; I see The only good Indian man is the dead...Even the first great leaders of your White Eagle announced that you must kill one Indian in ten minutes, and you must kill all Indians... and even use Indian leather to make high-quality boots. Apollo, you must have lived through that era, right?"

"Even your leader has this attitude towards the Indians. Tell me, your people will treat the Indians with a good attitude? Will they live peacefully under a sky like brothers? Just like our Xia country can't forget the cherry blossoms. This is the truth of the sins made by the country. I thought that only the Sakura Congress would not admit it shamelessly. It turned out that the same line came from your Baiying country!" Bai Yu sneered.

"Of course you don’t have to admit it. I just went into your house, slept with your woman, and robbed you of your food. When you wrestled with me, I wasn’t strong enough, so I died. Can you blame me for this? Planning to kill you, as for the other companions... they didn't kill anyone either! They just drove them out of the house. What do they have to do with us? This is your robber logic."

Apollo stood up abruptly, Bai Yu also slowly stood up, the private room fell into a cold, it was the murderous aura of the two.

Apollo suddenly laughed: "My friend, don't be so serious. These are all history, not important, not important, and they are all things done by politicians. Don't affect our friendship."

Bai Yu also smiled: "Yes, we are good friends, but I am serious, and Wu Kesu is also my friend. I don't want...you to trouble him."

Apollo nodded and smiled: "Your friend is my friend! How could I trouble him?"

Bai Yu sat back: "It's just a lingering people. You should loosen the noose on their necks. After all, the white eagle is so big, can the white eagle cover the entire white eagle country?"

Apollo frowned when he heard it. What does it mean to cover the entire White Eagle country? Very ambiguous! But he is also an old ghost who has lived for hundreds of years, and he immediately fights haha: "Don't mention it, don't mention it, we monks don't participate in politics, take a look, tusk, they played really lively."

At this time, there was a bang and smoke in the field. It turned out that it was the arquebus soldiers in various costumes who were firing platoons.

"Yet he knows the way I am going; after he tries me, I will be like fine gold! Law: shelter!"

Those secluded bullets hit in front of Alan Fonda, but were blocked by a silver-white shield. After touching the shield, the bullets turned into a plume of smoke and dispersed.

With the assistance of the ghost soldiers, Alan Fonda couldn't get close. The musket bullets and the Changyu thrown by the Indian ghost soldiers were all remotely output, and his silver shield was shaken.

There was a trace of anger on the face possessed by the heroic spirit of Alan Fonda. He suddenly put his empty hand into the linen robe, and a slight pain flashed across his face. When he took it out, his hand was already too much. A belt of wood and leather was placed, and the blood quickly soaked a circle of blood on his robe.

"By condensing blood with the longest pain, it will surely ignite the holy scabs, allowing sin to be purified in the flames! The law: the flame of holy blood!"

Alan Fonda waved the decapitation sword of forgiveness in his hand, and the holy power on it was poured into the belt. The belt was covered with densely inward iron nails with blood stains. The blood stains slowly faded away. The ghost warrior summoned by Kesu ignited a silver flame from under his feet. Wu Kesu saw that the situation was not good, and quickly took back the ghost warrior. The Bone-Splitting Holy Axe looked even older, and even rust marks appeared on it.

The beheading sword of forgiveness in Alan Fonda's hand was slowly restored to a cross.

Bai Yu said strangely: "Ming Ming physical technique is better than this ascetic monk, why does he use this way to fight him?"

Qiu Xiushuang said next to him: "It may be this kind of battle... to prove the pride of the Indian Emperors, right?"

Bai Yu sighed: "Obsession..."

Then he said, "In fact, there is another nation that is as poor as them..."

Qiu Xiushuang looked at him incomprehensibly, and Bai Yu continued: "The reason why the Indian slaves are black slaves. There is a Mingguang **** monk, and I don’t remember the specific name. He feels that the Indians are very pitiful and proposed to replace the Indians with black slaves, and then This kind monk regretted all his life."

These are the black histories of the White Eagle. The history of the family that has always advertised "banned words, everyone knows" is actually the case. As a person with immediate benefits, Apollo is a little restless.

"Okay, now that the people's wisdom is enlightened, what news can you hide? Don't think that you can use the tools of public opinion you have at your disposal to obliterate history. You are all part of history. Denying history does not mean denying you? You want to go further. , Apollo, I tell you, you have to face up to your heart and face your sins, otherwise, you will wait for your life to pass away! You and politics... are getting too tight!" Bai Yu said meaningfully.

Seeing that the Flame of the Holy Blood, which had been kept on his belt of thorns for more than ten years, had not achieved much success, Alan Fonda's face became ugly.

"Because the life of living creatures is in the blood, I give you this blood to make atonement for your lives on the altar. Because there is life in the blood, you can atone for your sins. Law: The angel of atonement comes!"

Alan Fonda chanted while avoiding Wu Kesu’s shot and arrow. Suddenly, he stretched out his left hand to catch an arrow. Most of the arrow passed through his palm, and his forehead popped out. In cold sweat, he stretched out his right hand to catch another arrow and also penetrated his palm in the same way.

He raised his head, opened his arms, and formed a cross.

A ray of light in the sky fell down ignoring the dome of the gymnasium, and straightly enveloped Alan Fonda inside. In the light, petals could be vaguely seen falling, causing a sensation in the gym.

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

"Mingguangshen did not abandon his people!"

"Mingguang God is with us!"

"This is the new saint! He should be Saint Allen Fonda!"

Wu Kesu once again drew the bow and set the arrow, but all the arrows shot out were like clay cows entering the sea, entering the beam of light, and there was no movement.

The sound of chanting in the sky resembles Hebrew, but not exactly, but in short, it appears solemn, solemn, and full of sacred meaning.

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