The war on Aqua Blue was actually a physical bite at each other from the beginning, like a beast, only with teeth and sharp claws with nails.

With the progress of human beings, there were wooden sticks and stones, and then they developed into bronze weapons, and by the time Gu Chaoyang left, human beings already had weapons that were enough to destroy the Water Blue Star many times.

In the world where Noah's continent is located, the way of fighting is different.

Now, the battle scene between Ryan and Godot has returned to its most primitive stage, a purely mental battle.

If it's in Aqua Blue, you can curse anyone in the spirit world, such as the boss you hate, such as the handsome guy who took away the goddess in your heart, but no matter how much you hate them, curse them, even if they are standing in front of you, face to face with you, your hatred and curses are all useless, and people still smile at you as a winner.

That's because the spirit can't influence reality.

The difference here is that the spirit can affect reality, when you can do this step, that is, the transcendent, as for the direct competition on the spiritual plane, it is an ability that only high-level transcendents have.

Ryan is an exception.

On the surface, he had just stepped into the transcendent first-order transcendent, but he had just set foot in the world of spiritual influence reality, and he didn't know much about the divine script, and there were very few spell slots that could be used, but in fact, this was naturally not the case.

Especially with the Golden Book, when it comes to the battle of the spiritual plane, he even surpasses some high-level transcendents.

Fighting in the real world, he may be defeated or left behind, however, when it comes to pure spiritual combat, the existence of the Golden Book makes him fearless of many mysteries.

Just like now......

In the face of the sudden accident, Godot's heart was full of anger, his will was all over the black petals, all over the space, and the anger was transformed into a volcanic eruption, which became a substance, and turned into flying sand and stones, just like a nineteen-level hurricane passing through, and everywhere it passed, not a single grass grows, and it hits Ryan overwhelmingly towards the stamens that occupy the stamens.

Godot had a hunch about the unexpected.

He has self-confidence, because of his special way of survival, as long as the speed is fast enough, there will only be a short contact between the Secret World and the real world, at this time, even if the high-level transcendents want to keep themselves, it is basically impossible, unless they make a plan in advance, set a trap, and let themselves not notice it at all, it is possible to capture their own trajectory and break into the Secret World.

Even so, it is impossible not to pay a little price.

Therefore, he had a premonition of an accident Godot and was not at a loss.

Although he didn't know how Ryan got in or what the golden-colored scroll was, he knew he couldn't sit still.

He must resist!

He wasn't targeting the Golden Book, nor Ryan Charles, but Scarlett Duran, who was standing next to Ryan with a somewhat ignorant expression.

In Godot's view, Scarlett is the root of everything.

It is precisely because of Scarlett's special existence that Ryan was able to break into his own world, Scarlett is a passage, the sea of spiritual consciousness has been transformed, and the seed planted by the Lord of Pain has become another form of existence, even if the aura it exudes is so familiar, so familiar that he doesn't even notice the slightest abnormality.

So, he launched an attack on Scarlett.

After all, this is his world, and as long as the will goes, it can form power.

It's just that although his attack was fast, it could be said that it was a thought, but it didn't cause any effect.

Before the attack was about to arrive, Scarlett Duran vanished.

She was originally rippling with golden light, and when the golden light flashed, the person disappeared in the treacherous world, and at the same time, the figure appeared in the real world, appearing next to her brother Thomson Duran, and the two were still holding hands.

When Scarlett appeared, Yu Lian and the others took their last breath.

At the same moment, Godot's realm of the deterioration is detached from the real world.

Originally, Landingale wanted to follow the passage formed by Scarlett into the realm, but at the moment when her body was about to move, she stopped again, because there was a voice in the sea of consciousness.

"Let's go......"

She stretched out her hands and grabbed the shoulders of the Thomson siblings, and the next moment, the three of them left the place and disappeared without a trace.

A quarter of an hour later, in the night sky, a huge black bat hovered over the small building, and there was a howling wind, and the wind swept around the small building, sweeping away all the debris that blocked the doors and windows, and the fire inside flickered, shining in the night sky.

In the hall, most of the believers knelt on the ground, and after death, they maintained the same position, which looked extremely strange.

The wind dissipated and the bats fell.

Milton frowned, shuttling between the corpses.

He wore a black tuxedo with a high courtesy, and a pair of black calfskin shoes from the most amazing shoemaker house in Reims, and inside the dress was a black jacket, white shirt, and black bow tie, and he looked like a gentleman at a great drinking party, with straight and spotless shirts.

He had a pipe in his mouth.

The pipe is made of topaz and has a slightly darker color.

However, there was no tobacco in the pipe, let alone a lit fire.

Milton doesn't smoke, the pipe is a containment object, a containment object with a fatal connection to his spirit, the material of which comes from the Realm of Darkness, and is made by Albert Estin.

Removing the cigarette stick in his mouth, Milton was about to activate the containment, but not long after the divine text formed a mysterious pattern in the sea of consciousness, it dissipated without a trace.

He turned his head to look into the darkness.

A black-clad priest came out of the darkness.

Milton blinked.

He then made a cross on his chest.

"Hello Father, ......"

Under normal circumstances, people have to bow their heads and say hello to the priests, which is a courtesy, to show respect for the spokesman of the Lord of all things, and more than a thousand years ago, ordinary believers would even prostrate themselves in front of the priests and kiss their uppers.

Of course, although these etiquettes exist now, they do not necessarily represent respect.

It's like Milton, although he has a salute, but the whole action is careless, looking careless, without the slightest respect, which is also the reason why he knows this priest and has dealt with each other a few times, if it is other strange priests, he will not do this, after all, there is no need to provoke a strong man with a strong background because of some inconsequential little things, even if he himself is a strong man with a background.

"Hello, Your Excellency......" The priest nodded to Milton with the book in his arms and a cross on his chest.

This black-clothed priest is Father Alfonso, who is from the Alfonso family but is an ascetic Alfonso, you know, priests from a big family like Alfonso often have nothing to do with asceticism, and the ascetic faction is mainly ordinary people.

So, Alfonso is an outlier.

That's why he doesn't care about other people's careless gifts.

An ascetic like him only thinks about what he has to do, and doesn't care about red tape.

After returning the salute, he came to the middle of the small building, and stood in the middle of the group of corpses, his face did not change, and looked up at the empty space on the second floor, where Hayden had been accommodating before, where there was still a trace of breath.

Milton also entered the small building, leaning back against the wall in a languid posture.

The scene in front of me is very simple, at first glance, it is a cult sacrifice, although, this is also within the scope of the iris flower's duties, however, the evil god belief is the most tense thing in the temple, whenever there is a scene related to the evil god or the cult, the temple priest is always the first to arrive, in this case, the person of the iris will naturally change to a support role.

The reason why he never left was that it needed to be recorded in the file, otherwise Milton could have turned around and left.

Father Alfonso did not waste time, he stood in the midst of a group of kneeling corpses, his expression was indifferent, and he opened the first page of the tome in his arms, and then, a white light came out of the text, forming a holy pillar of light, which fell above his head.

Then, scattered in all directions, dots of light flew around the building like little angels with wings, and there was a holy sound.

Milton put away the ease on his face, and his posture was no longer lazy, but maintained tension under the seeming relaxation, his eyes became solemn, and there was a sigh in his heart, similar to the sigh that Shibei should be impressed by for three days.

It is clear that Father Alfonso has crossed that threshold.

At this time, although he was still wearing a black robe, he was actually already at the level of a red-robed mage, probably because of the procedural problem, so he didn't put on the red robe immediately, in other words, as a red-robed mage, Milton could no longer treat Alfonso with the same attitude as before, and should maintain a certain respect, this respect was not for the Sanctuary behind him, but because of Alfonso's strength.

The next moment, Alfonso recited the sacred text.

The same sacred text, under Alfonso's recitation, has a special holiness and feels particularly sacred.

Transcendents who are not from the Templar have their own style of reciting the Divine Texts, which is best matched with their personal temperament, while the Transcendents from the Templars recite the Divine Texts are all the same, with a unique rhythm, and will not be ever-changing, but can only be consistent.

This is because they all have divine factors in their souls.

It's inevitable!

As the gods chanted, the dots of light fluttered and formed a pattern.

The holy sound was swirling, like a flood of bells, and the divine light fell, washing everything, washing everything, and everywhere it passed, all the negative factors dissipated, and in the void, there was a wail.

Faintly, there is a door.

The holy light poured towards the looming door in the void, scrambling to get in, but a lot of black gas poured out from behind the door, and the white light and the black qi came into contact and canceled each other out.

In the air, there was the sound of electricity.