Diablo Destruction

As soon as it got light, I rubbed my eyes and got up excitedly. I opened the door and found that the room was empty. Only the half-cold breakfast was left on the table, with a nine-point dimensional pattern carefully drawn on it with jam. Brushed smile.

Hey, this is really mind-boggling. What are these two little girls, Vilas and Sarah, doing recently?

Amidst the triumphant sound of the little ghost getting up, I pressed her hard on the bed and tossed her for a long time until her robe was in a mess, flushed and out of breath, unable to get up. If I hadn't considered the rare birthday of God, I would have I even feel like eating this plump and delicious little ghost.

There is no way, someone named Vilas lives next door, and she washes the bed quilt every day, so I haven't found an opportunity to eat the little ghost in the past few days, which is a pity.

God, the old man seemed to be very happy too. When he went outside, the sun was dazzling, the weather was clear, and even the wind was a bit more comfortable than usual.

I thought I got up early, but I didn't expect that I was startled by the bustling scene of people as soon as I went out - these people must have been squatting on the street since last night, even if they know that they only come every three years. I didn't expect that the residents of Rogge Camp would take God's Birthday so seriously.

Of course, the more people there are, the more lively it is, which is only good for me. Alice, the little ghost who doesn’t grow up, is already cheering in the necklace. If it weren’t for her unwillingness to appear in front of other people, she would have gone from being lonely. The necklace popped out and rushed into the crowd.

What made the atmosphere in the entire Rogge camp noisy and lively was undoubtedly the lively children running on the street who were more excited than the little ghosts. They were wearing brand new clothes - on the birthday of God, whether they were rich or poor families, They would prepare a new set of clothes for their children. Those who were really poor and couldn't even afford the coarsest linen would grit their teeth. Cutting up several pieces of the original clothes and then putting them back together to show "new clothes" - these mothers from poor families are all good tailors. Although the clothes they made again have a bit of old color, , but also very decent.

Therefore, the poor scene in the street has changed from the past. The people running and making noise are all children in new clothes, which really adds to the festive scene.

And the adventurer’s donation. In addition to setting aside a part as a fund reserve for the next three years, most of it will be taken out, and part of it will be used as a reward for the tens of thousands of soldiers guarding the Rogge camp. Each of these soldiers can receive 3 to 5 gold coins, and Part of it will be used to support those particularly poor families. Many families rely on the God's Birthday subsidies every three years and their own work to barely make ends meet, so God's Birthday is of extraordinary significance to them. .

As for the last part, one point will be used as the cost of the ritual. The rest of the gold coins were exchanged for food and the like - after all, for the not-so-rich Rogue residents, food was far more important than other entertainment.

These foods will be distributed free of charge in specific places and at specific times. Of course, each person is limited to one point. No one will receive more than once or lie to get more, and do some small tricks on the holy birthday of God. That is a serious sin of blasphemy in the eyes of civilians. God still has great prestige.

Walking on the crowded Rogge Street, I looked around excitedly - the fence surrounding the entire Rogge was covered with many colorful flags and ribbons. These things can still be used after the birthday of God. Either sell it, or give it to poor people and reward those who make contributions.

In addition, wealthy residents also tie several strips of colorful satin cloth on the top of their wooden houses or tents. He also used some of the extra food and drinks from his home to entertain passing residents, especially those naughty children.

Poor families will collect some flowers in the wild to decorate their small homes, either bright or simple flowers, which will have a unique flavor after being decorated by ingenious girls.

These things, which were not considered decorations in the original world, now make me feel a festive atmosphere even grander than New Year's Eve. I really don't know whether I feel happy or sad.

The merchants had set up their stalls early and were shouting loudly. The busier stalls had been surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. This is the best business opportunity they have been waiting for every three years. The residents also gave up all their work, and children and adults from nearby villages rushed over before dawn. Rogge Camp, which could originally accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, suddenly became crowded.

Groups of patrol teams passed by. The more festive it was, the busier their work became. On the birthday of the God, tens of thousands of soldiers from the entire Rogge camp would be dispatched together. In addition to being responsible for peripheral vigilance, they were also responsible for coordinating the camp. However, they did not feel disappointed because they could not participate in the festival. Instead, they were extremely serious and had a beaming smile on their faces. This was because today was a rare "salary increase day" and they could buy some good things in the evening. Let the family have a nice meal, and maybe get some better fabrics to buy some clothes for my wife and children.

"It's begun, it's begun..."

As I was walking, there was a sudden surge in the crowd. The surrounding temperature suddenly rose several degrees. The already crowded space moved even more rapidly. It felt like the crowds were all rushing towards the same place.

"The ceremony is about to begin, hurry up..."

A child squeezed past me and it dawned on me that this was the case.

I have heard a lot about the rituals in the dark world from Alice (don’t forget she is an authentic candidate saint), so I want to go and find out for myself. But now there is a big trouble. There are so many on the street. Human, if I were to squeeze through with my job-changer body, I would have no problem, but those civilians would most likely end up with broken bones.

Soon, the other adventurers gave me the answer. I saw them jumping up and down the trees like ninjas in the comics, avoiding the crowded streets, and walking towards the church easily, but... …

"oops……"

Two adventurers who crashed in the air told us with facts that shortcuts are dangerous and we need to choose carefully.

"Oh oh..."

The speaker was a female assassin. In order to avoid crashing the car, she flicked the rope in her hand. He hooked onto another big tree and jumped over like Tarzan.

"呲呲......"

Unfortunately, this is not a primitive deep forest. Where can such tall trees come from? This petite Miss Taishan’s gorgeous ass sparks with the earth.

"Roar--"

Then there was a savage, he was very real, he aimed at a big tree and jumped over it. Moreover, he is using the second-level skill - jumping. If any adventurer with no eyesight collides with him in the air, he will only be knocked away.

"boom--"

Successful landing——

Yes, it was a successful "landing", because the big tree had been stepped into two pieces by him...

Next, Rogge soldiers came over, surrounded the depressed barbarian, damaged the trees, and uh... fined him 2 gold coins!

The Rogge residents who have lived here for a long time seem to be accustomed to these phenomena, and they avoid these dangerous areas neatly. Slowly moving forward at a turtle's speed.

I was not in a hurry, and moved forward slowly with other ordinary people. In the original world, we often encountered such crowded conditions, and we were all used to it. And I found a long-lost sense of familiarity in it.

Fortunately, I was relatively close to the church. In about half an hour, I could already see the huge cross standing on top of the white European-style church, relying on my strong body. I cautiously moved forward for a short distance, then spotted a big tree in front of me and jumped up, leaning leisurely on the tree. The square in front of the church was clearly visible.

Then I waited for another half hour, waiting for other people to gather here in twos and threes. If I looked carefully, omg, hundreds of thousands of people were gathered together. The crowds of people continued continuously for several miles, and it was almost impossible to see the side at a glance. Oh my god, when did so many people appear in Rogge's camp?

"It's such a small church, with only a few people."

Alice's voice came out from the necklace, almost scaring me so much that I dropped it. How could this be called "that little"? However, it is estimated that at least a million people visited her festival at that time. It's no surprise that she would say this.

"Wow——"

Complaints are complaints. Alice was still staring at the festival square with a longing look on her face, and kept sighing softly.

"Our Lady Saint has participated in a ceremony before?"

"Hmm~~Humph~~. Of course, it doesn't matter who I am." The little ghost hummed with a clear and proud rising tone, arrogantly and cutely.

"It's just..." After a pause, she suddenly became frustrated and continued.

"I was just standing next to the saint. After all, besides me, there were two other candidate saints at that time..."

"Lord Saint? She was the Saint at that time. What kind of person was she?" I asked curiously.

"She is a kind old woman who is nearly 200 years old..."

Alice, who clearly saw through my crooked thoughts, looked at me with a charming look and smiled.

"..."

Even if I asked a stupid question, think about it, if the saint is not about to retire, why choose a candidate saint...

"But the songs sung by the Holy Lady are really nice. All my songs were taught by her..."

The little ghost's voice sounded faintly, sounding a little sad.

"What about now? Do you think it's you who sings better, or she who sings better?"

I couldn't bear to see such a listless Xiaoyou, so Ling quickly changed the subject and asked.

"Hmm~~ I can't remember the voice of Lady Saint, but now, I think my singing should be a little bit better than hers..."

The little ghost tilted his head and thought for a while, probably after comparing them carefully, and then said in a coquettish voice excitedly.

"My little Saint, why don't you come out and watch it together."

I no longer know how to express my feelings for this cute and extremely pitiful little ghost.

"Woo~~" The little ghost's distressed cry came from inside.

"Don't worry, no one can see here."

I knew her concerns, so I chose a place with lush foliage. From here, I could clearly see the church square, but the people under the trees could not see through.

The little ghost cautiously emerged half of its body, looked around, and found that it was indeed very secret, then stretched out its entire white and translucent body.

"You little guy." I held Alice's fragrant body in my arms and took a sip on her lips dotingly.

"Ugh~~, I knew you, a big pervert, would do bad things——"

The little ghost sighed helplessly in my arms, but obediently curled up its soft, warm and fragrant body in my arms, and moved to a more comfortable position.

Soon, the ceremony began with people's expectant eyes. The ceremony in the dark world is a bit like the Western Christian Mass in the original world. It is divided into four ceremonies, the opening ceremony, the Holy Word ceremony, the Holy Sacrifice ceremony, and the completion ceremony. Each ritual is divided into several steps.

For a big-hearted person like me, this kind of ceremony is really a bit cumbersome. The little ghost seemed to be interested in it at the beginning, but after watching it for a while, it became clear that it was boring.

I didn't realize it when I stood next to the Holy Lady before, but now it seems that this ceremony is really annoying. She took a cute little nap, rubbed her eyes, and half curled up on me like a kitten basking in the sun. His arms narrowed.

I also yawned again and again. No wonder there were many adventurers who seemed indifferent. It turned out to be so boring.

It wasn't until almost noon that the final ceremony was completed. As long as the saint's hymn was finished, the entire ceremony was completed.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and braced myself. The chosen fake saint, who had been wearing a pure white robe that was much more gorgeous than Alice's white robe since the beginning of the mass, knelt in front of the cross. I knew she was petite and seemed to be just a girl of thirteen or fourteen, so I couldn't tell what she looked like, but now I could finally see her true appearance.

"You are really 'persistent' to the word saint."

Alice's big silver eyes opened at some point, and she looked at me troubledly and said, the thin mist in her eyes seemed to be protesting, "Aren't you satisfied with having me?" .

Ahem, just like girls always longing for Prince Charming, how can this little ghost understand a man’s romantic saint complex?

"Wow-" I almost fell down.

"Wow!! What are you doing??"

The little ghost curled up in my arms was frightened, hugged my neck tightly, and complained with its delicate delicate lips almost touching the corners of my lips.

But I could no longer enjoy this unintentional beauty, so I pointed at the saint in white who turned around and trembled.

"Sa...Sarah——?!!!"