Give Me the Name of God

An iron spindle, slightly longer than the palm of your hand, with pointed ends. Is this a weapon?

The tip is quite sharp. If you walk up to the opponent and stab it, it will have a certain lethality.

But this thing is not suitable for Manda. If there is a chance to poke the opponent, Manda will definitely choose the golden finger.

At least Guatel was heading in the right direction. Manda encouraged him, put the awl next to him, got up and left the guest room.

To fight for your life tonight, you have to make a lot of preparations. Manda had already thought of the best plan last night.

He came to the corner of the hall, stood in front of Milo, and said loudly: "I'm going to the dungeon to save people tonight."

Milo's snoring was still there, as if he didn't hear it.

Manda bent her knees, knelt on the ground and said, "Come with me!"

Milo raised his head slightly and asked, "Do you have what I want?"

Manda answered honestly: "Not yet."

"Then what else is there to say?"

"But there was an agreement between us..."

"The agreement between us is that I stay in the tavern. I never said I would follow you around."

"But if Worm and I both die, the tavern will cease to exist."

"That's a problem!" Milo sat up, looked at Manda's excited eyes, and suddenly laughed loudly, "If you die, the agreement will no longer exist, and I will be free!"

Manda covered her face with her hands, and was thinking about what else could attract and impress Milo, when she saw Guatel following him with a spindle.

"Do you not like it?"

"I like it very much," Manda said with a smile, "When I rescue Worm, we can use this thing to spin his worm silk."

"This is a weapon."

"It's not suitable for me. You know I have claws, much sharper than this..."

Seeing Guatel lift the spindle, Manda's expression changed: "If you dare to throw it at me, I will skin you."

Guatel threw the spindle anyway, but instead of throwing it at Manda, he threw it at the barrel.

The spindle flipped in the air, flew from one end of the hall to the other, and accurately nailed the wine barrel.

Manda was startled, ran to the wine barrel, and pulled out the spindle with force.

Wine gurgled out, and Silva, who was cleaning the hall, rushed over and plugged the hole.

"Come on, come on! Helena, bring some rags, my God, so much wine is leaking."

Manda looked at the spindle in his hand curiously. Guatel just threw it casually, but it had such great power. It was really a rare weapon.

Guatel's eyes were bright, pointing to the door and saying: "You can try again, you can still fly further."

Manda stood at the door and threw the spindle towards a big tree outside the door.

This big tree was at least thirty meters away from the tavern. Manda had never practiced weapons such as darts and was very worried about his hit rate.

He knew it was missed as soon as he took action, but he didn't expect that the spindle drew a horizontal arc while flipping, and accurately nailed the big tree.

It can be automatically calibrated, which reminded Manda of the throwing knife given to Stanley. Manda came to the big tree and saw that the tip of the spindle was completely embedded, leaving only the round belly outside.

This was much more powerful than the flying knife. Manda pulled out the spindle with force. This time his target was the burning stake in the ruins of the temple.

The distance between the row of burning stakes and Manda was more than a hundred meters, and Manda threw the spindle with all his strength.

Guatel opened his eyes wide and looked at the flight path of the spindle, and two flames seemed to burst out from his pupils.

bingo! The spindle was embedded in the stake, and Guatel looked up to the sky with his hands on his hips and laughed wildly.

This does not conform to physical logic at all. The flight trajectory of this spindle is not a parabola. It can fly by itself in the air.

Is this the power of the divine blood stone? Is this the extremely powerful bloody blade?

Manda's jaw almost dropped to the ground: "How far can this thing fly!"

"As long as it's somewhere you can see." Mirro smiled and picked up the iron cup, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. After tasting the taste, he felt something was wrong. The iron cup in front of him was the one made by Guatel yesterday. The wine poured into the glass turns into water.

Shouldn't this cup be destroyed? Otherwise, where did the spindle come from? Manda only gave him a sacred blood stone.

Could it be said that this cup and that spindle each contain half of the divine blood stone?

Can such a powerful weapon be made with only half a piece of divine blood stone? Milo burped and murmured to himself: "The God of Fire actually loves his favored ones so much."

…

In the dungeon, Janessa used pliers to twist off Worm's last finger, and then pulled out Worm's two fangs.

Worm, who was tied to the torture rack, only trembled a few times and did not let out a cry of pain.

"Why are you so stubborn? As long as you answer my question, I will let you go immediately. Tell me first, are you from the Valley of Resentment?"

Worm remained silent, and Janessa asked again: "What news did you bring from the valley? Is it related to Gaisak?"

Worm was still speechless.

"I have killed many heretics. The longest one I tamed for a whole year was a witch. I cut off every part of her body, only a small piece every day. A year later, she was still alive. , although only a head and a small part of her body were left, she finally learned to respect the Lord."

Janessa came to Worm with a red-hot iron drill and sighed: "Sometimes I don't want to be so cruel, but as a child of the Lord, I must defend the majesty of the Lord. I am also experiencing this in my heart. I am tortured, can you feel my pain?"

After a burst of smoke, Worm fell into a coma.

Janessa inserted the iron drill back into the stove, patted the stains on her body, and said to one of the God's Punishers: "Keep this one, and the rest will be executed tomorrow."

Hannes, who was standing aside, shrugged and said, "What's the use of keeping him? Heretics are all cursed, and he won't tell the truth."

Janessa sneered: "I don't plan to let him tell the truth. I want to kill him slowly in front of Gaisak. I want this viscount to know what fear is."

Hannes was surprised: "Why not just kill Gaisak? He has blasphemed the Lord and deserves to die."

Janessa said: "Even if he dies, let him die in fear."

…

In the afternoon, Chief Deacon Brasi took Deacon Amado to visit Lahn Pigu who was seriously ill.

Rahn was half lying on the bed and wanted to get out of the bed to salute, but he could not support his body.

Brasi held Larn's hand and sighed: "What happened? You were so healthy a few days ago, why did you suddenly become like this?"

"I, I'm old, the Lord is calling me, letting me go to His Kingdom of God..." Every word Larn said was very difficult.

"You haven't completed your mission in the mortal world. The Lord will not take you away so soon." Brasi's eyes were filled with tears. After a few words of relief, Amado also came over and took hold of Rahn's hand. hand.

Rahn gasped: "Deacon Amado, I'm sorry, yes, I am too stubborn."

Amado said with tears in his eyes: "All misunderstandings have gone with the wind. We are children of the Lord, and we are brothers as close as brothers."

"well……"

Rahn squeezed Amado's hand, Amado hugged Rahn, and their faces were pressed together.

"General Pigu, is your disease contagious?" Amado whispered in his ear.

Rahn didn't answer, covered his mouth with his hand, and started coughing violently.

…

After leaving Larn's residence, Brasi lamented: "Why did this happen? Could it be that Larn's weakness offended the Lord? Is this the Lord's punishment for him?"

Amado sighed: "I firmly believe that the Lord is tolerant, and He will definitely forgive General Pigu..."

Halfway through his words, Amado suddenly started coughing violently.

Brasi frowned, and Armando waved his hands and said: "The dust is a bit heavy, and my throat feels uncomfortable."