The gray-robed man's face was a little gloomy, and he closed his eyes and pressed his thin right hand down, and the whole perspective sank to the ground in the direction his hand was pressed.

In the countless winding and intersecting circular passages, thousands of humans were crowded into a small pit of less than five hundred square meters to rest, with only a thin animal skin draped over their bodies, and further down, more humans were armed with maces and shovels digging into the ground for a transparent crystal-like crystal.

Several 'angels' stood at the top, holding leather whips in their hands and slamming the slower humans, blood splattered, the bodies full of whip marks, the whipped humans did not wail and plead, like walking corpses, they were whipped to the ground, trembling for only a moment, and then clenched their teeth and stood up.

The picture turns again, a pyramid-like building, where countless human beings are like ant workers, carrying boulders dozens of times taller than them, piling them up and carving them neatly.

In a lavish tent on the opposite side of the pyramid, a fat 'angel' stood beside several cowering Terran beauties, their faces terrified and their faces full of tears of fear.

The fat angel beckoned to one of the human women, who trembled violently and fell to her knees, begging the fat angel to spare her.

Ignoring the human woman's pleas, the fat 'angel' stood up, picked up a huge transparent wine glass, and walked towards the human woman with a smile on her face, her big greasy hands gently holding up the human woman's delicate minibus and patting her cheek.

A white light flashed, and the blood on the woman's face quickly faded, and an inch-long wound appeared on her neck, and blood splashed out like a fountain.

The fat 'angel' shook his head as if he was a little dissatisfied, threw the dagger in his right hand that was still dripping with blood on the ground, and then grabbed the woman's hair by his head, and then aimed the cup at the wound that was gushing blood, licked his lips with some dry hair with excitement, and laughed loudly.

"This is the truth, the truth under the so-called whitewash of the Holy See!"

With a wave of the gray-robed man's hand, the scene stopped on an angel trampling on a frail old man who was unable to carry a boulder.

The young children wept, and the old people knelt and begged, but they still couldn't escape the fate of whipping and trampling.

A mocking grin tugged at the corners of Morieldo's mouth, he didn't believe what was in front of him.

The gray-robed man sighed, he had seen this kind of mocking smile a lot, and everyone who was brainwashed by the Holy See had this expression when they saw this corner of the truth.

But grasping people's hearts is also what he is good at.

The right hand, which was as thin as the bark of an old tree, waved again.

The scenery melted away, everything returned to the manor, and Morildo sat down at the table again.

"You...... Don't you want to bring them back to life?"

The gray-robed man dragged out a long note.

Morieldo slapped the table, stood up sharply, and stared at the gray-robed man in front of him with wide eyes.

His heart had died with his mother many years earlier, but now there were signs of recovery, and his solid, strong heart began to beat violently with the words of the gray-robed man.

"What you said is true?"

Morieldo propped up the table with one hand and clutched his heart with the other, he didn't know how long it had been so exciting.

The gray-robed man grinned.

Everyone has a weakness, and the function of this illusion is to infinitely magnify that weakness.

"Of course, there is the only true god behind me, and the artifact he left behind can bring the souls of your parents back to the world from the Lethe River. ”

The voice was hoarse and rotten, but to Morildo's ears, it sounded like heaven.

"You...... Are you sure...... can make them ...... Come to life?"

Although the answer had already been given, Morildo trembled and asked again.

'If my parents survive, my sister will forgive me, and we will be able to go back to our old lives!'

Morieldo's heart fluctuated, and the beautiful images in his mind kept interspersed.

"Yes!"

Again, the gray-robed man replied in the affirmative.

Long......

Long......

Long......

Morieldo suppressed the excitement in his heart, and the beautiful longing, his eyes turned cold again.

"There's never any food in vain, say what you need me to do!"

Under Morieldo's surprised gaze, the gray-robed man bowed down towards him and performed the most formal and solemn ceremony.

"You are the Son chosen by the One True God, so please return to the Holy Court!"

Morieldo was stunned for a moment, his eyes stared at the gray-robed man, he didn't want to be the so-called Holy Son of the Holy Court, all he needed was for his parents to come back to life.

hesitated for a moment...... Morieldo asked in a loud voice.

"Isn't that so you can resurrect my parents?"

"Yes, Lord Morieldo!"

When the gray-robed man saw that Morieldo was relieved, his address to him changed.

Looking at the heartwarming picture frozen on the other side, Morildo took a deep breath and continued to ask, "When can we resurrect them." ”

"When you return to the Holy Court, Lord Morieldo!"

"So what are you waiting for?

As Morildo's words fell, the whole world began to freeze and disintegrate, shattering inch by inch.

Pieces of light fluttered, and a sudden huge inertia made Morieldo almost fall on his heels.

"Morieldo, it's okay!"

Behind him, Lola's concerned voice came.

Morieldo didn't answer, shaking his head a little swollen and tapping his ears with slight tinnitus. He looked up at the smiling eyes of the gray-robed man.

"Morieldo, why are you still stunned?"

This is the voice of Vilnas.

Then a new offensive began.

'Flame Blast!'

'Doomsday Shot!'

'Thunder Verdict!'

'Enhanced Slash!'

......

Hundreds of fierce attacks, wrapped in a strong wind, debris of earth and stone, and the faith of the survivors, used all the strength that penetrated the whole body, and sprayed towards the gray-robed man.

Before the attack arrived, a monstrous hurricane was already blowing on the front line of the canyon, and even the wide sleeved robe of the gray-robed man began to flutter with the wind!

"Morieldo ......"

Laura put away her staff, frowned slightly, and looked at Morieldo, who was still stunned in place, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense......

"Is there a backhand?"

On the other side, Vilnas clutched the huge cross in his hand, looking a little anxious, because the gray-robed man in front of him was too calm.

In the face of the strong group attack, the group of gray-robed people still stood safely in place, without any influence from the outside world, still chanting those complicated spells in their mouths, and the six-pointed star array in the sky also began to gradually crack, and it could be clearly seen that a sharp claw with a length of feet had successfully broken through the teleportation circle and appeared in the sky above the canyon.

'Boom~Boom~Boom~'

A series of explosions rang out, and the billowing smoke lasted for a long time...