Galama, Sicily, Temple of the Sun

"Sun God above, have we really been abandoned by you?" an old man looked at the vision in the sky in horror, his hand trembling like a dead branch, and he could barely hold the scepter in his hand, which symbolized the divine power of the Sun Priest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Beside him, the young priest supported him and said sadly, "Perhaps...... Among His Majesty the Emperor, the Chosen One, and our humble servants, God chose the Emperor after all. ”

The priests of the temple were even more frightened and uneasy, running through the streets, howling frantically, and the guards had no intention of maintaining order, and one by one they were like mourners, desperately imagining their future.

Taking advantage of the chaotic situation, some hooligans and ruffians took the lead in starting a feast of smashing and looting, followed by riots like a zombie virus, which quickly spread to the entire solemn city.

Shops were plundered, young girls were raped, slaves rebelled, and people with grudges fought each other, everyone was like a raging beast, full of madness from despair to the depths.

Booker held the purple sword named Dolan, tightly guarding the two teenagers beside him, he glanced at the sky, his eyes showed a hint of happiness, and then quickly rushed out along the crowd......

At this time, the night sky has been divided into two extremes, on one side, the bright silver light spots are dotted, densely spread in the dark starry sky to guard the bright moonlight, like a peerless divine carpet, full of mystery and nobility.

On the other side, the sun is blazing above the clear sky, with a majesty like the majesty of the heavens, like the one eye of a judge, despising the world and judging iniquity.

No matter how many mortals want to break their heads, they won't know that these kinds of visions are actually just due to a person's promotion-provided that Zhang Chao can still be called a human being.

At the moment when several powerful eyes from all directions watched Zhang Chao, he had already begun a new round of promotion of his Candle Dragon power.

There is no doubt that the power of the Candle Dragon has always been the hole card at the bottom of the Tide Pressure Box, it originated from the Star Casting Dragon King, born from the fusion of the Sky Dragon and the power of the Starlight, even if Zhang Chao has now reached the middle platinum stage and has the blessing of the Holy Seal power blessed by Kyle, it is far from being comparable to it.

If you want to go further, the difficulty will naturally become greater, but the effect will also be more amazing.

It is conceivable that if Zhang Chao completes this promotion completely, he will not be as powerless as he was before when he faces the legendary powerhouse.

In fact, as early as ten years ago, when Zhang Chao took some of his intention to ignite the divine fire and condense the power of the stars of the godhead from the sons of the stars, the power of his candle dragon had already begun a slow but determined evolution, and this process did not end with Zhang Chao's other powers being sealed by the system, but because the stability of the environment made the foundation more solid.

So when Zhang Chao once again showed his body as a candle dragon, he was shocked by his strength.

That kind of power is vast and great, full of indescribable, unpredictable unknowns, the starry sky is too big, Zhang Chao is now barely beginning to truly interpret the sun and the moon, but from the real mastery of the stars, it is only a fog to see the flowers, can only touch some skin.

Because it has gone beyond the limits of his current mode of thinking, and without jumping out of his own inherent worldview and values, he can't really touch the sea of stars that he has never been to.

Perhaps, when he stands in the starry sky a few years later and achieves greatness, he will find that what he cared about and what he pursued has become a joke.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chao's heart spontaneously gave birth to a sense of frustration that he was too small, even though he had already made a little achievement, he was still as weak as a mayfly compared to the universe.

However, as soon as this frustration was born, he decisively crushed it.

"I'll talk about the future later, and there is no future without the present!"

Thoughts collided between the stars in the sky, and at this moment he had no original body.

When he revealed his body in the sky, he became an eternal day and night, with his eyes as the two divisions in the sky, and the starry sky as the whole canopy.

The edges of each of his scales dimmed, and the hollow darkness made it seem that if one looked at it, one would definitely feel that one's eyes were about to be drawn into it, and in the center of it shone with a glittering light, like the bright stars in the night sky, condensing the ultimate darkness and light.

At this moment, he was already so powerful that he couldn't be more powerful.

Moreover, his power was still growing stronger with the fusion of the golden sun disk and the silver-white moon demon crystal.

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"Batista, my most devout devotee, in the south, there is a dragon that has in it what the gods need. A heavy divine voice permeated a dark-skinned man in a linen robe.

He was like a devil's muscleman, his muscles were so strong that even his loose robe was completely propped up by him.

At this moment, the man, who was supposed to be like the immortal god of war, fell to his knees reverently, and said in a voice that was both earnest and gentle: "Do the will of God, your will is where my Batista spear is pointing." ”

"I'm going to give you three artifacts, and you'll need to subdue it—it's powerful enough so you need to be on your guard, Lilith is your ally, your trusted companion, and she'll help you get what I need. The voice of the god continued to echo as a rich, earthy glow rose above Batista's body.

When the light dissipated, a golden crown appeared on his head, like a crown of gods, threatening the world.

A golden spear appeared in his hand, like a god's spear, suppressing all directions.

Finally, on his body, pieces of linen robes shredded, replaced by golden armor that fit perfectly into his muscles.

On the other side, a priestess in a white robe knelt reverently on the cold ground, with her wheat-colored skin and delicate red lips, she was a wild rose, a storm priestess who was as active as the storm spirit.

She prayed reverently, but there was a hint of worry in her brow, because the god she believed in hadn't contacted her for years, and if it weren't for the power of the divine magic, she wouldn't even be able to control herself from making such a rebellious guess.

Suddenly, her body trembled, and an echo like a hurricane echoed in her ears: "My believer, there is a dragon there, a very powerful dragon......"

At the beginning, the two gods were the same, but at the end, the voice of the storm god suddenly became cold: "Batista will help you, but he ...... Just your tool, when necessary, get rid of him! will you get something ...... Leave it to me!"

The Tempest Priestess shuddered, although Batista had been her guest at the curtain, but at this moment there was no resistance to this task in her mind, and her eyes showed a hint of joy: "Do the will of God!"

It turns out that her god did not abandon her!

That's enough.