Diana, who was controlled by Tang Qi, was about to explode with divine brilliance in her body, and killed "Mrs. Anderson" who was beside her.

But in the end, he held back.

Like the other transcendents, Tang Qi stared at the light and shadow projected, the scene above the Second Holy City.

More than thirty angels are holding up the "Ancient Throne", trying to send Lecter into the mysterious starry sky as he sits on it.

This is indeed the most common path to godhood handed down from the two eras of ignorance and darkness.

Not only the Lord of Light, but also some other gods, with the power of faith, held high the throne, within the stars, under the witness of all spirits, to achieve gods.

So at this time, the mysterious side of the entire federation will boil over it.

They all believe that they are witnessing history.

"If Lecter succeeds, he will be part of the myth, but he will definitely fail!"

In Tang Qi's heart, this idea came up with great certainty.

At the same time, he faintly realized.

I'm afraid of this scene in front of me...... Is it a scam?

It is impossible for the prophecy left by the extremely high-level "MH-046" to be so inaccurate.

From nine angels to the throne to angels?

What's more, the "angel stillbirth" in Mrs. Anderson's womb did not become an angel at this time.

"Is this a scam to trick the church into playing cards?"

"The stillborn baby in Mrs. Anderson's body may be the ninth angel ......"

A strong premonition swept through Tang Qi's heart.

He guessed something!

But Tang Qi still didn't dare to act.

Diana is a demigod-level strange thing, but he himself is not, he can't fully exert Diana's power, and there is a high probability that he will only have one chance to make a move.

Once you fail, you will be in big trouble.

Especially at this moment, in his senses, the terrible crisis of life and death still exists, and it is even more dangerous.

Fortunately, Diana was just a "corpse", with no heartbeat and no other metabolism, as if it didn't exist, Mrs. Anderson couldn't find her at all, which gave Don Qi time to wait patiently.

"The official and the church, it is impossible to make Lecter a god!"

"In the era of change when the spirit tide returns, the first deity should not come from the chaotic and evil camp. ”

It seems to confirm this incomparably determined thought in Tang Qi's mind.

In the next second, when Lecter's throne, under the arch of the "Sea of Evil Flowers" and the "Ancestral Spring", was lifted up to the starry sky.

In Sacred Eagle Nest City, a soup kitchen that looks incomparably ancient, mottled with bricks and stones, and has existed for an unknown number of years, suddenly opened its door at this time.

Inside, an old black man in a sermon shirt walked out.

His beard and hair were all snow-white, and the age spots on his exposed skin were no weaker than those of "York Sims", and he held a book in both hands, and the love and pity in his eyes seemed to overflow, even if the blasphemer was about to swell the face of the Church of Light, there was not a trace of resentment in his eyes.

"Preacher?"

Tang Qi can judge the profession by dressing up.

Raphael, on the other hand, said his name directly, and his tone was as surprised as when he saw the Thorn Sword Saint before.

The last preacher, Kenneth Graham, slain the demons from the lands in the form of a demigod before the Dark Ages faded, and immediately cooked porridge for the believers, and returned to Heaven that night. ”

When Raphael's voice rang out, the preacher had opened the book "The Gospel of the Saints," which seemed to be in the possession of most of the Church of Light.

He looked at the believers who were tormented by the blood of angels with pity, and looked at the cold angels.

The next moment, a loving voice resounded through the Holy Eagle's Nest City.

"Whoever believes in my Lord will sleep in peace. ”

"Boom!"

When the holy light was about to erupt, two more projections burst out in front of him, reflecting the scene of Carthage and Delaware.

The central cathedral of Carthage City suddenly opened at this time, and a man wearing armor, covered with brilliance all over his body, with a knight's sword hanging from his waist, seemed to be a holy knight from heaven, and his eyes suddenly surged out of terrifying killing intent after touching more than thirty angels who were ravaging the Federation.

"Holy Knight Lancelot!"

Raphael's commentary came that the knight from heaven had drawn his sword.

"And my lord said, I have not come to bring peace to the earth, but to bring the sword to the earth. ”

"Boom!"

In Delaware City, in the square in front of St. Teresa's Hospital, a statue of a nun suddenly emitted an incomparably holy light, she seemed to come to life, sighed softly, and the voice of old and loving sounded in the next moment.

"God so loved the world!"

......

The last one didn't need Raphael's introduction, it was obviously not an awakened powerhouse, but a demigod-level strange thing.

When the Thorn Sword Saint also made a last-minute move, a huge federation was almost swept away by the "Great Terror".

Four holy and terrifying rays of brilliance slashed from four directions.

Like the four "walls of light", there is almost no gap, and they are perfectly integrated, enveloping all the angels, including Lecter on the throne.

There is almost no need to guess, including "York Sims", the level of those four figures has reached the level of demigods.

A powerhouse or strange thing that would make any transcendent organization rise to the ranks of the powerful overnight was awakened in the Church of Light within a minute.

Moreover, not from headquarters.

Church branches scattered in major cities, even such as evangelists and statues of Holy Nuns, are not in the church, but in places like soup kitchens and hospitals.

The terrible nature of the church is vividly revealed at this moment.

But when the Holy Light erupted, making the territory of the Federation seem to be transformed into a "heaven on earth", the shock caused by the previous angels holding up the throne was finally dispelled somewhat. The rest, one after the other, the giant angels who looked down on the world, were scorched by the true light and crushed in the wailing, and then began to dissipate as well.

More than thirty angels were killed by the joint efforts of four demigod-level powerhouses, which instantly made the originally chaotic federation quickly recover to the thrill before the accident.

The black-green colors that polluted the water sources of dozens of cities in the Federation were rapidly overflowing, and the civilians who were sleeping but were still tormented by the "blood of angels" showed a peaceful and tranquil look in the soft holy light, as if they were entering a beautiful dream.

Just when the transcendents who participated in this war thought that the dust was about to settle.

An abrupt, bizarre scene happened.

The four demigod-level "Walls of Radiance" were about to close and burst out with the most powerful power, destroying the ancient throne above the "Second Holy City", along with the Lector sitting on it, as well as the Sea of Evil Flowers, and the many filths and desecrations of the Ancestral Spring.

The projection screen is stuck, and there is a stagnant scene.

The radiance of holiness is rapidly consumed in stagnation and thins out.

When all was restored, the light was silently gone.

In the Second Holy City, there were eight more giant-like figures, although their bodies were broken and their wings were broken, revealing the black and green flesh surging inside, these eight filthy but holy angels still held their heads high, stretched out their hands, held the throne, and sent them firmly to the starry sky.

"My name...... Time!"

It was as if the ubiquitous sound had penetrated into the ears of all transcendentals.

They looked at the scene that had been restored again, like an ancient myth, and they all looked incredulous.

What is even more terrifying is that at this time, in the depths of the sea of evil flowers, on the ancient throne wrapped in the "Ancestral Spring", the mysterious and perfect figure suddenly appeared from the shadows, and a sigh full of absurd love resounded throughout the Federation.

Lecter!

Or rather, Byrne Anderson!

The craziest and most talented powerhouse that has appeared since the return of the Spirit Tide, the master of the Hound Legion, the arrogant and shameless shepherd, he looked at the "billions of lambs" below, and then looked at the four demigod-level figures.

There was a hint of sarcasm on his glowing face, and he was in front of the four demigods in the church, altering word by word the most common prayers of the Church of Light.

With his voice, countless filthy and vicious images burst out in the black and green spring water.

Each picture, created by the most cruel and authentic painters, that is, human beings themselves, profoundly reveals the dark side of human beings, those unrelenting desires, which are like a plague, and the madness begins to spread.

The civilians who had been sleeping were dragged into a nightmare almost at the same time, and the seven-colored "flower of evil" continued to bloom.

"I have come into the world, and I have seen endless lambs, who have been seduced by vile demons, and deceived by false light, so I have brought hounds, and I have unleashed primordial evil, and I have given birth to angels, and the angels will exalt the good shepherd, and the great He will be ......"

"Boom!"

"Be the Lord!"

The lambs began to roar again, and as the flowers of evil swayed, their roar gradually turned into a terrible chant.

"My Lord is coming into the world, and the kingdoms of the world will be his kingdom, and he will reign forever...... King of kings, Lord of lords. ”

In the chanting, the Federation seems to be dragged into the "Evil Realm", and the black and green breath infects all life.

The ancient throne had risen to the sky, and on the starry sky corresponding to Lecter, a sacred, incredible gap was born, and the clean light shone down, as if as long as he stretched out his palm, he could leap into it and become a ...... Jinni.

"Bang ~ Bang Bang"

In the secret room of the castle, Tang Qi's heart was beating wildly.

Wait!

His mind was almost roaring.

According to common sense, he should have intervened at this time, destroying Mrs. Anderson and the stillborn child in her womb, preventing the birth of the ninth angel, and preventing Lecter from becoming a god.

But the strong instinct made Tang Qiqiang hold back.

At this time, an even more incomprehensible scene happened.

The figures of the four demigod-level beings, after looking at "Lecter", starting with York Sims, they began to disappear, little by little, into the air.

The transcendents, almost crazy.

Raphael almost roared, passing his final judgment on.

"Director, there is still a chance, the prophecy says that nine angels will hold the throne high, the Angel of Time is the eighth, and there is only one one left...... It must be in Mihuang City, and it was Mrs. Anderson who was stillborn with an angel, and if you kill her, you must kill her. ”

"Boom!"

When Raphael's roar sounded, a magnificent voice suddenly came from the city of Mihuang.

"I nourish the fire of righteousness and extinguish the fire of evil!"

When William O'Neill's voice sounded, a huge dense city, invisible and insubstantial flames, erupted from countless tiny "magic arrays", and in an instant, enveloping the main city, including the main city, a vague and huge giant beast phantom flashed.

It is outlined in lines, agile and light, with a crown of nobility.

Diana, who was in the blood bubble, immediately heard in her ear, and Mrs. Anderson began to wail, and the invisible and massless flame actually penetrated the blood bubble and began to burn the filthy angelic blood.

The "stillbirth" in her womb screamed as a result, and the terrifying vicious fluctuations were about to emanate.

But at this moment, I saw Mrs. Anderson almost stuff the severed arm with no palm into the stillborn's mouth horizontally, accompanied by the sound of "click", Mrs. Anderson whispered to soothe the stillborn.

When the stillborn was quiet again, Mrs. Anderson's breath faded away.

Outside, the chanting became more and more terrifying.

The filthy and vicious aura overflowed from the believers' bodies, as if following the guidance of the underworld, and just above the Second Holy City, a huge "Flower of Evil" bloomed, and inside the stamen, it was no longer Lecter, but a newborn angel.

It was taller than the other eight angels, its wings outstretched, and its mighty arms stretched out toward the ancient, mottled throne.

All the transcendents, looking at Lecter's face, showed a greedy, crazy smile.

"He's going to become a god!"

"New era, new era, first deity?"

When this thought came to the minds of the transcendental.

Mutations have come with a bang.

Sacred Eagle's Nest City and Carthage City, two of the Federation's only two world metropolises, emerge at the same time two illusory and unbelievable phantoms.

It was a withered yellow parchment scroll filled with the lingua franca of the Federation, and it slowly unfolded, and the terrifying power enveloped the throne.

"Federation, no king!"

A voice full of justice and order, as if through the long river of time and space, suddenly sounded at this moment.

The statue of the Lord of Thorns, which had stood in the city of Carthage for hundreds of years, was resurrected, and the sword that slashed the demons slashed towards the throne.

"Blasphemy against our Lord will be slaughtered!"

......

Boom! Boom!

Including Tang Qi, the minds of all transcendents set off earth-shattering waves. The powers displayed at this time belong to the powers of the Federation and the Church, respectively, and even the most ordinary civilians can find them in common sense.

When those two voices rang out, Lecter on the throne, his perfect face, finally brought up a bright smile.