Under a gloomy sky.

Birch, the Black Prison Emperor, has arrived in a new realm.

This is a small country of half-orcs, and the strongest of the suppression is nothing more than legendary, but their strong men also went to the front line to participate in the war, and even died at his hands just before guarding the watchtower.

"What a wretched creature!" he smiled.

Crash!

With a wave of his hand, strange birds converged into a black wave in the town's sky.

"Kill! Leave no one behind!"

His grim face was tinged with calm.

"The mortals of an era are just passing by, they come to this world, laughing and dying of old age, like weeds, more than thirty years of life have no meaning, slaughtered casually, and will reproduce again. ”

Wow –

In the ruined land, there are mountains of bones.

The Black Prison Emperor Birch strode forward and watched the wails of the mortal people.

Many believers knelt down on the street, and the church was crowded with praying crowds, looking at the statue of the God of Wisdom on the high place, closing their eyes, weeping in suffering, and praying sincerely for the Book of Wisdom:

"O God of wisdom of Achilles in heaven,"

"We will call your name Father,"

"Grant us wisdom from the beast, and the power of thinking to living beings,"

"May your knowledge be in the words of the book as in our hearts,"

"May your wisdom be the authority of power, a symbol of supreme power,"

....

The seemingly non-existent chant of the call gradually resounded through the town, and countless creatures prayed in despair.

The prayer hall of the church could no longer hold it, and the fountain in the middle of the town, old people, children, women, men, fell to their knees in reverence, shouting, and closed their eyes tremblingly.

"It's sad. He descended into the air and suddenly spoke.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the people present trembled more and more, as if they heard the voice of the devil, closed their eyes tightly, did not dare to open their eyes to see everything outside, fell to their knees, and the prayers became louder and louder, as if they wanted to end their lives in this way.

He shook his head and raised his arms high, brewing an infinite black light, "This is the humble mortal, in times of crisis, who only knows to pray, to seek spiritual sustenance, to desire who can save him." ”

"They also want to save themselves. ”

A voice sounded from my ears at some point, "It's just a pity that I can't, no one wants to rely on others, in this world, most of them are mortals who can't cultivate to become professionals, many things are already destined in life, they want to choose, but they don't have to choose... There is no system like Shushan in this world, so they can only pray to me to let their hearts have a sustenance. ”

Prayed to you?

The Black Prison Emperor Birchke's face gradually became dull, and he turned his head in vain.

He saw a white-robed deity of light holding a book in his hand, smiling gently, standing three meters away without a breath, unable to even sense his presence.

Like a silent ghost.

The Black Prison Emperor Birch was creepy, and he was afraid.

If he wants to sneak attack himself, he is afraid that he will die in an instant.

This scene made him think of a person in an instant, Liu Wenjian, the head of Shushan, the terrifying mortal emperor, was also breathless, and her combat power was all in her weapons.

"Like that assassin!"

He felt a chill in his heart, and he couldn't help but look at the book in the man's hand.

Is this book the same?

"You're... Hermes, the god of wisdom!?"

He was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "No, you have the aura of believing in living beings in the Ancient Realm, not a living person, is that so... Is this the last resistance of the Church of Light, this land? The ancient existence of colluding with the Ancient Realm really deserves death. ”

Although he said this and behaved fiercely, he still had the intention of retreating, he felt the terrifying aura of the other party, and gathered too much incense, causing his combat power to be extremely terrifying.

He clearly knew that in the entire Potions land, almost all the people and mortals worshipped him.

The incense of the ancient world is scattered, but the magic potions earth is now gathered, he is much stronger than the previous Tiantu God of War, and he is definitely a top monster of the level of the vampire ancestor and the Blood Emperor!

"Ah, the god of wisdom!"

"Great gods, at last come to our rescue!"

...

The mortals on the ground opened their eyes, roared madly, revered, and bowed, and what would happen to them when the living ancient myths appeared before their eyes, and the supreme gods they believed in and were willing to give everything descended?

They were already incoherent, and the chant was calling more intensely.

In the long history, who has the most appeal, and who has the most respect?

Undoubtedly, Hermes, the legendary god of wisdom, descended to the earth and gave mortals the triple great knowledge to give them the courage to fight against nature.

The entire Church of Light exists because of the worship of this god.

The cute girl came quietly.

Seeing this scene of fanatical and unimaginable faith, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

is giving a short stick as a microphone to the netizens outside, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a historic turning point, the tide of history! Please remember this scene clearly, and witness the charm of history! History is with us!"

Above the sky, the white-robed god looked at him silently, "All those who have sinned deeply, pray to me and submit to my kingdom, and your sins will be forgiven." ”

Poof!

"Let's go!" the Black Prison Emperor Birch turned to leave, blood piercing his chest.

Behind him, Hermes, who did not have a strong aura, seemed to have no intention of making a move, slowly opened the first page of this book of light, and spoke softly.

"Wisdom is the power of all. ”

In the next second, the breath finally bloomed, and the whole world seemed to be squeezing.

Hermes is like an assassin-like Liuwen sword, often the moment he shoots, the sword is drawn and he bursts into terror.

Any moment you see a sword is the moment when the enemy perishes.

"I..."

He lowered his head in a daze, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his whole body was squeezed and twisted, even pressed into a ball, and his voice was almost impossible to make, "How is it possible... It's going to be that strong!!"

Boom!

He was completely crushed into a mist of blood.

Hermes looked calm, swung slightly, and disappeared in place.

Yes!!

The people of the nearby city looked at the sky and immediately wept with joy, and the believers knelt down to pray.

"I... Damn!!" Meng Mei was also stunned, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air for a long time, "So exaggerated?"

The Potions History Book records:

[Potions 1103 years, at war with the Ancient Realm, the epic emperor slaughtered all beings, and Hermes, the god of wisdom, descended to save the believers from danger]