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Text Chapter 565: Have you seen the picture of the giant black wings sweeping across the sky?

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    After Matafus and Yin arrived in Maya Province together, they finally parted ways with Yin.

    Matafus was going to the Feathered Serpent Pyramid at the foot of the volcanic forest, while Yin was going to the headquarters of the Salvation Society in Greenfield County. In the end, the two could only wave goodbye in the ancient provincial capital.

    Life is like this, you can't walk with others forever.

    At the foot of the volcanic forest.

    Lime City.

    Matavus flew among the clouds in the sky, and along the way, she saw many believers who brought their families on a pilgrimage to the volcanic forest.

    "Thanks to the God of Harvest."

    "Great Kurmis, please give us the blessing of good weather in the coming year."

    "Thank you for bringing us food!"

    ""

    They are going to participate in this year's Harvest Festival to thank the gods for their gifts.

    The mighty crowd turned into a long dragon on the road one after another.

    The sound of shouting and singing the god of harvest came from along the road, and Matafus had never seen such a scene.

    "Wow!"

    This made Matafus very interested in the god she was going to meet next.

    Over the years, the Temple of Harvest can be said to be one of the temples with the most beliefs and the largest number of believers.

    Not only the magic knights are all over Ruhe Giant Island, but even the Evil Peninsula has a temple of the God of Harvest, and the Land of Light of the Winged People knows the name of the Feathered Serpent God Kurmis.

    Not only all the kingdoms will recruit powerful troops such as magic knights, but the combat effectiveness of high-level magic knights can be said to exceed that of ordinary people of the same rank.

    And some low-level magic knights have also found their own way out in recent years.

    Although the magic beasts they choose and control do not have strong combat power, they have powerful planting and soil strengthening abilities, which are favored by lords everywhere. Today, this type of magic knight is even more popular.  in the former.

    The seeds of the potion continued to spread far away with the Harvest Temple, and Kurmis, the god of harvest, became stronger day by day.

    Matafus fell into Lime City and met the Patriarch of the Harvest Temple.

    Then the group of people respectfully led her into the volcanic forest.

    at last.

    It was a mysterious old man named Rab who came to pick her up from the depths of the volcanic forest, and led her into the depths of the jungle full of magical potion plants and monsters everywhere.

    Others stopped outside the jungle, never daring to take a step further into it.

    Matafus looked curiously at the servant named Rab.

    He is a powerful person, but only at the first level, and the contracted monster is a spiky ball beast that is so ordinary that it can no longer be ordinary.

    She didn't understand why such a person appeared as a messenger representing the God of Harvest.

    Even the patriarch did not receive such treatment.

    This man named Rab was hunched over and walked with a cane.

    There was no strong coercion emanating from his body, but all the monsters along the way were walking around him. As he walked, he turned his head with a kind and kind smile.

    "Miss Matafus!"

    "Please follow me closely. No one has entered this jungle for a long time. There are no roads. It has completely become a world of monsters and plants."

    "As long as you follow me, those monsters will not attack you, because I have the breath of Lord Kurmis on me."

    Matafus still respects the elderly, because it reminds her of her great-grandfather Us.

    "I will be careful, Servant Rabbi."

    The lizardmen's villages in the past are still there, but now they have been submerged by plants. However, the dilapidated feeling of this civilization covered by wilderness is enough to give outsiders a strong impact.

    As Matafus walked, she looked at the buildings of the village.

    Tall towers, spacious libraries, even rooms where children study, and now empty warehouses that used to be full of food.

    ?This must have been a place like a paradise in the past, but I don¡¯t know why it was deserted in the end, and the people who used to live here don¡¯t know where they went.

    Finally, she saw a lizardman statue in the village.

    Matafus was very surprised, pointing to the statue and asked God Servant Rab.

    "Whose statue is this?"

    ??Waiting here, waiting for a very important moment.  "

    "At that moment, if you think about it, you will know what it is."

    Matafus sat down, watched the old man gently caressing her leather booklet, and leaned on the bed at a comfortable angle.

    "On that day, Feathered Serpent God will bring the new scripture into the sky, soaring through the sea of ??clouds in the most sacred posture."

    "And the contents of this sacred book will be sung in the sky by the sacred voice."

    "Not only the people in the Harvest Temple heard it, but everyone else would know it too."

    The old man fell into memories, his face full of nostalgia.

    "This is what I can do for Lord Kurmis and Lord Anu."

    "A little and insignificant thing."

    But as he spoke, the old man gasped violently, as if he couldn't breathe.

    He clutched his chest and frowned.

    Matafus stepped forward to support him, patted his back, checked his physical condition, and found that he had a fever.

    Matafus said worriedly: "You have a fever, you should take a good rest."

    "At least these two days, you can't move around anymore."

    "I'll go back and look for the corresponding materials to make a bottle of witchcraft for you."

    Rab showed a kind smile, looked at Matafus and said.

    "Miss Matafuss."

    "Thank you."

    The old god waiter lay down little by little, then slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

    After a while, Matafuss finally made a bottle of witchcraft and brought it over.

    In her drowsiness, Matafus heard the old god servant talking in her sleep. He waved his hands, as if he was talking to someone.

    "you saw it¡­¡­"

    "Is that the picture of the giant black wings sweeping across the sky?"

    "That's not Deathwing, that's Lord Anu's final redemption.???
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