When Evan stood in the Hall of Valor on the Temple Mount, the blurry Seraph on the ancient mural smiled mysteriously at him.
His past, his comrades, and his legend.
That is an eternal legend that has resounded through thousands of planes in Kalandu and has been circulated for ten thousand years.
Evan turned around.
Day and night in the holy city, believers look up devoutly.
"There are no angels in the world," Evan said solemnly, "That's just Evan Paladin."
"Who is Evan Paladin?" The evangelist asked tremblingly.
"I am."
8.12 Enter v, it's finished, so I shamelessly said:
Orthodox western fantasy, my true love.
Meng Lei sees:
1. The protagonist's combat effectiveness and appearance are beyond the sky. ˊ_>ˋ
2. Xipi is the master of law.
3. "I have slept for ten thousand years."
PS: Dedicated to my comrades, I wish you a safe journey.
Conception: