Dialson gradually revealed his form from the surface of the sea, and the waters did not linger on him any longer before returning to where they were supposed to be.

There was a light green on the shore, but it became desolate further afield, and a man was standing in the distance.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come out of the palace to meet me. The moment the two looked at each other, the colleagues on both sides spoke.

Then they laughed as if amazed at this tacit understanding, and after a moment they said in unison again in amazement: "Why don't I dare?"

On this continent, there are no more than a handful of people who dare to stop Pope Diaxun from retreating.

I just don't know if the person in front of me can still be called a human being.

"Should I call you the Beastmaster, or Osiris?" said Diaxun, looking at the tall man with a dark complexion and a strange luster, and said unhurriedly.

Osiris looked tall and thin, but he could see his muscles as soon as he got closer. It gives people a slim feeling just because his height is too unusual.

Nearly four meters tall, Nubis was even more majestic than in his normal state, and the Pope, who was more than two meters tall, instantly turned into a childlike appearance when he stood in front of him.

"You can call me whatever you want, I am a person of nothingness. ”

"You know what I'm here for. ”

"But I would never agree. ”

Diaxun raised his head high, his eyes collided head-on with Osiris without giving an inch, and under the calm gaze of the two of them was a turbulent wave, and there was clearly no movement, and the surrounding magic power had consciously surrendered.

Seth's body was left in the Domgobi not because the orcs had been defeated in the first place, so they had no time to carry the tomb, but because of Osiris's will. Although he had returned to the underworld to sleep at that time, no one would disobey his ideas because of his transcendent status.

In addition, the orcs are quite utilitarian, although there are a lot of treasures, a lot of magic guides and a pair of saint bones left in Seth's tomb, but for the orcs, this is of little use.

After all, except for a certain interesting and weird master of the other world, no one in the world would be idle to go around collecting saint bones, especially saint bones after being deprived of power.

It's a priceless thing – if anyone can figure out how to put it to good use. It's just that reality is often more skinny than a crystal clear corpse, because the power of the saint is integrated into every item he dissolves on a daily basis, so the holy weapons can hardly be used by others after the death of the original owner, because their images are too solidified. In addition, the opportunity for each grandmaster to enter the sainthood is different, so the difference is thousands of miles. This is true even for things outside the body, let alone the body that is born with the saint? Therefore, since ancient times, the disposal of the bones of the saints has been to worship them, and after tens of thousands of years of time to return all the power contained in them to the world, they may become source stones or other substances that can be used for magic.

As for why it is possible - after all, saints are great men who have made outstanding contributions to their people, and no one will really shake their bones out of their coffins and use them as firewood.

Even if someone did do that...... It's definitely not going to be public, after all, it's not something to show off.

As for the real reason why Osiris left the remains of Seth in the middle of the continent, many historians are very puzzled by the many contradictory choices made by Osiris in his life, but in Diasun's opinion, the historians who are the apostles who speculate on the thoughts of their predecessors and try to summarize the laws of their actions are stupid, and they seem to regard the real people as those characters in the book who follow the same logic without thickness and everything.

However, people are always extremely complex contradictions, and thousands of years have also washed away many details, and this kind of information asymmetry determines that no matter how much they scratch their ears and cheeks, they are always trying to use shallow wisdom to figure out people's hearts.

One of the most stupid is the likes to use things like "good and evil", "good and evil" to judge which dazzling names in the history books.

We are brothers.

But just as the blame for crimes does not escape from kings and grandsons, no matter what mistakes are made, they must be punished.

He hurt my heart, so I lamented it all night.

Broken limbs wailed across the Empire.

I never want to see him again, I want him to sink out of my sight forever.

That's because I still love him.

What floats in my memory is his innocent smile as a child.

It's just that every time I think of his face now, I indulge in irretrievable good memories.

Dreams can also drive me crazy.

So on the battlefield, even if Seth had become such an ugly appearance, Osiris's face was still full of tenderness when he looked at him, but this gentleness was hidden deep under the deliberately created appearance of anger.

Therefore, Osiris will decide to return to the underworld after killing Seth, and fall into a deep sleep for an unknown amount of time.

His power is the most special among the Nine Pillars, because his power cannot be inherited, and this kind of heart, tempered by countless imbalances rather than human suffering, is still just and peaceful, which is the source of the power of judgment. Therefore, even if his son Horus could even inherit Amon's power through hard work and talent, he would not be able to follow in his father's footsteps.

Returning to the underworld represents giving up life again, which is a choice for him. Osiris did not only survive for one day, as the myth says, but he chose to sink only because no one could bear to be sad.

And in order to ensure that the orcs need their own wisdom to lead the daughter of the tribe at some point and something, he signed a semester with Beamon's family. King Bimon could rely on sacrificing himself to bring him back from the River Styx. In this way, it also ensures that one's resurrected authority will not be restricted.

If one day he dies completely, then I am afraid that there will be a vacancy in the power of the Nine Pillars God.

For history, Diaxun is not so interested, although he inadvertently thinks of something, but it has nothing to do with him, he is just here to solve the problem.

"You should know that such a tactic could only be a lich obstruction, and it is obviously unfair for you to pour your wrath on us. ”

"I know the contract, and I have the knowledge that the orcs have in my head. You have broken the contract and failed to protect the mausoleum, so you should be punished. Osiris spread out his hand, the phantom of the scales looming behind him, feathers and hearts on either side of the tray.

Diaxun looked over and saw that the weight of the heart seemed to be gradually increasing, upsetting the balance of the scales.

"Then you should also know that King Beamon has awakened you because Nubis has received an omen. It's not just the orcs, it's probably the entire continent that needs your wisdom to guide you in the right direction. You should know that the consequences of going to war now will inevitably not be fulfilled as you wish. ”

"No, as long as I do something, I will be rewarded. For justice and justice will endure in the world. ”

"Justice! should be directed at the strong, not at the wall that guards the weak! Justice! should be directed at evil, not at the negligence of the prudent!" Diaxun took a step forward, awe-inspiring.

"Therefore I have come to you to seek justice from you. And if you hadn't raised the walls, Nubis would have gone to seek justice himself. ”

"That's our territory, and it's unjust to be uninvited. Take back your authority and we will give you an outcome that will please everyone. ”

"If you can make sure that he sleeps honestly, then I am very satisfied, but unfortunately you don't. ”

"This is definitely not our people's hands, in order to put an end to this kind of thing, this matter is not a secret in the Empire, only those who have reached my level do not know about it. Not to mention that even I don't know where his tomb is. ”

Osiris smiled, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt murderous: "Then I am very curious. Why do your sorcerers know your empire better than your Pope?"

Diaxun was silent, he suddenly found that people were indeed unable to tolerate and understand each other at all, and after shaking his head helplessly, he asked for the last time: "There is no need to talk?"

"I have heard of the Pope's name, and he crossed the border to kill people without permission. Osiris smiled back.

The magic began to surge like the surface of the sea in a storm, and the Abyssal Cult floated in the air, blooming in deep, graded colors.

The scales behind Osiris began to tilt, and with it, the world as perceived by Diason was reversed. The tsunami was raging, and the spirits of the two people were like two huge whirlpools, each causing the visions of heaven and earth to strangle each other, and Diaxun could not drag the other into the environment he was most proud of, and the unique saint's luck also made Osiris's spell unable to easily touch him.

On the Great Wall of the North, Umash was sent back to the towering walls by the wind carried by the wings, and seemed unwilling to let him come down and die. And the jackal's axe blade finally rose from the dust, and the huge true body was revealed, and it turned out that Nubis's fighting posture was actually on par with that of Baizhang Gaocheng.

"Go and restrain Ra, remember, just don't die. Umash's forehead was bruised, and it was evident that he was quite irritable now, and it was no doubt that it would not be a good result for anyone to fight after talking about it for half the night.

The robe was dyed crimson, the light of the fire feathers shone around him, and the great array of the Great Wall was completely lit up in an instant, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth seemed to be divided.

The firebird in the sky that has been watching for life for a lifetime has taken on a completely different posture in the dusty underground.

If the immortal bird of the Sage of the Burning Sun is the ultimate searing heat that can burn the soul, then the indistinct reflection that seems to swim in the depths of the ground is the cold that can condense space.

The shadows of the two are exactly the same, but they reveal completely different postures.

This is the secret book from which Umash gained fame from the realm of kings.

"Light and Darkness Twins".

At the beginning, after getting this thing by chance, Umash was laughed at and said that one person could be used as two people. Because of the strange characteristics of the light and dark twins, when Umash cultivates a certain circuit attribute to the extreme, the secret tome will make up for its relative characteristics, so Umash can almost be said to be a saint with two powers.

If not, how could he be able to sit alone on the Great Wall of the North when he was still a grandmaster?

The huge axe blade fell from the sky, and just looking at that size was enough to make the people on the city walls tremble.

Fortunately, he was forced back by the saints before he could fall on the city wall.

The size of his body will inevitably affect the operation of his magic, and it is impossible for Nubis to be underestimated against a formidable opponent like Umash. Even if Umash was only a new saint in the secular sense, he would not have the same ease of control over power as anyone else.

Nubis returns to its normal size, and a black desert emerges around him.

One of the special attributes possessed by the Jackwolves is sand, which seems to be a variant of the Earth Elemental in appearance, but in fact this attribute cannot be simply classified as an Earth Elemental, as this type of black gravel that cannot change its form is unique to Nubis's family.

The breath of death and sorrow seeps out of the black sand, like an abyss, which hooks the soul of a person with just a glance.

The light of the large array began to press forward, suppressing Nubis's death aura with all its might.

Not all saints will—or rather, be able to expand their powers out of the realm state. It has nothing to do with the strength of the power, for example, the power of eternity and the power of the sun is simply a means of fighting or auxiliary combat.

Nearly ten Grandmasters rose into the air, enclosing those who were still wrapped around their arms in a seemingly wide space, and confronted each other calmly.

Ra didn't mean to do anything, after all, the seven grandmasters, although he didn't think that the other party could really kill him, but a beating was inevitable. Anyway, let's wait and see.

He does have such arrogant capital, although roughly the combat power of the three grandmasters can be equal to that of a saint, but because of eternity, Ra has become the kind of existence that is difficult to be killed as long as he doesn't want to fight to the death.

Umash eventually jumped off the city wall, as he found that if Nubis was not pressed in close quarters to restrain his power, it would be difficult for other low-level beings to hold their lives even if they were hiding under the protection of the Great Array.

The flame that can burn even the soul burns the breath of death, and the chill that can freeze the soul blends with the black dust.

It's just that the two diametrically opposed auras don't seem to have much effect on Nubis.

In the next moment, the black sand of the funeral with flying fire feathers rose from behind the two saints, and the tips of their fingertips and hair were involved in countless delicate magical powers, which could leave traces in everyone's eyes.

The moment the sky dimmed, it turned into a beautiful silhouette.

In the distance, a stunning woman took off her hood, and a few wisps of worry rippled in Yongya's eyes.

After Mu En raised his head and saw that he couldn't even pierce the palm of the man in front of him with all his might, he seemed to be a little resigned. He lay on his stomach on the sand dunes, and the sound of inhaling from between his teeth was constantly coming out of the pain as pain.

It's just that he looked embarrassed, but he was a little relieved in his heart, at such a time, he didn't want anything but became a lot more open.

"At least I tried as best I could. He comforted himself so much that he turned his body over with the last of his strength, so that at least when future generations saw his body, he would not lie on the ground like a deserter and leave a scar on his back.

"Let's do it. He said.

Barton laughed, "I'm not going to kill you." Then the demonic-looking sorcerer looked into the distance, took Mu En in his hand a little roughly, and said to him, "There is a guy with a difficult birth coming, it seems that we have something to say and can only carry it back." With that, another black light wrapped around Simon's body and flew away into the distance.

Ten minutes later, the apostle Paul arrived in the center of the vision, and before that he passed by the body of the old man who had just judged, and a few crows were scattered around him, as if to trace the whereabouts of the murderer.

There was no emotion on his face, as if he couldn't see them, and continued to sweep into the distance.

The holy light scattered, and the archmage-level apostle Paul looked at the jackwolf in front of him who seemed to be fighting on instinct, and sighed for him for a few seconds.

Seth's flesh and blood were not completely rotten in the dry desert, but they were deeply sunk and clinging to their mutated bones, and even if they lost almost all of their powers, the saint bones awakened by evil magic still possessed strength comparable to that of the grandmaster. And the endless black sand in the sky is incomprehensible, where does such a huge amount of magic come from?

The song of the Gospel wafted from the mouth of St. Paul, who was trying to calm the suffering body as much as possible before a certain saint arrived.

And on the shore of the North Sea, the arrival of one man made a temporary truce between the two saints. Together, they turned their heads to look in the direction of the visitor, as a sign of respect for the noble king.

"I remember that the elven kings always looked at the common people with the code of good and bad self-respect. Why did you come here?" the king, who judged all, inquired of the noble king.

"Because the obstructor is infected with sorcery, I must come forward. ”

"Sorcery is not an excuse to excuse mistakes. ”

Help smiled and nodded, "That's true." ”

Osiris seemed to be in a bit of an interest, and he made his way down, and the ground automatically raised a throne for him.

"You've lived a long time, Help. But I'm still a junior compared to me, and if you're here to help Dialson out of trouble, then for the sake of fairness, allow me to raise my own fortress. Osiris's tone was flat, but the enormous coercion contained in it was chilling.

Fortunately, everyone present was hard stubble.

"I'll admit that you've been around for much, much longer than I am. But the 'living' time is not the same. I'm not here to help Dialson escape—I don't think I'm capable of it, but I hope this era doesn't end in our hands. ”

"I have heard that the elves have the noblest souls, why do they now speak out for the sake of injustice? Even if the high-rise buildings are in ruins, as long as justice exists at the bottom of people's hearts, it can be like spring grass and trees, endless. ”