Raphael, who returned to the territory, looked at the golden shadow in the sky and knew that it was Iyeft Abraham who had responded with it. Otherwise, if Anaxim was really allowed to descend directly into Bartholomew's area, the consequences would be self-evident.

The reason why he was able to appear directly was because Werner recognized him, otherwise he would have had to stay outside. The light of the temple is shining, and the main temple is called the main temple because when the gods are enshrined, the temple will be recognized by the pantheon, so that it can achieve a home field advantage similar to fighting within their own kingdom.

Seeing that Raphael had finally returned, Iyeft Abraham and Lori were relieved that they would be able to find a way to fight other enemies. But if this opponent is replaced by a god, it is really a little helpless.

"Your Highness, this time ......" Iyeft Abraham has been fighting in the plane for many years, and knows what to provoke and what not to provoke. And the gods are definitely not to be provoked.

"It's okay, let me think about how to deal with it." Although Raphael said so verbally, he actually had no score in his heart. It was also the first time he had seen the gods with his own eyes, and he also felt that his head was huge.

But at this time, it is undoubtedly a little inappropriate to stay here. Although I don't know why there is such a big battle outside, as a person concerned, I can't shrink at home as a turtle.

With that, Raphael teleported directly into the queue of the gods of the sky.

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"Why is this god here, I don't need to say anything more." It was Tyr, the god of justice, who spoke, and it was obvious that the big guy was very unhappy about this matter. They were thinking about how to deal with the threat posed by the evil gods, and the guardian of the elves was thinking about how to stab someone else in the back.

Does this man really think that without a real leader in the human gods, he can do whatever he wants, and no one will be able to sanction him?

"Yes." Nodding, it's just that things will develop like this, and who dares to say that they can know? Raphael originally thought that the elves would find their way back in the mortal war, but he never thought that Corellon Larisin would use such a method. After all, I still can't escape the chaotic camp, and my style of acting is really unpredictable.

"It's just that this god is too special, and everyone present has tried some methods, but none of them worked. After all, it's still a little too special. As he spoke, Tyr, the god of justice, looked at a handsome man beside him.

"I'm so sorry that I've bothered you with some of the things I've done as God." The sound is very soft, just like the sound of the Nayayan piano, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Although the other party's words were sincere, everyone present didn't dare to say anything, although the Temple of Knowledge seemed to be not good at fighting in terms of priesthood, but if you really thought so naively, then you would definitely suffer a big loss. And not to mention the battle, just restricting it with the priesthood is enough for you to have a headache.

And those who know know that the realm of the divine power of this god of knowledge involves luck, trickery and charm, and if you really want to have a battle with you in the open and in the dark, then no one will feel good.

"It turns out that you have the breath of an ancient mage on your body, no wonder the wisdom magic book will leave my temple of knowledge, and it turns out that the thing has returned to its original owner." Ogma, the god of knowledge, then set his eyes on Raphael's body, and there was a word of surprise. At the beginning, the fall of the ancient mage was self-inflicted, and he did not expect that a new heir would appear.

Knowledge should not be disconnected, and while being amazed, there was some satisfaction in the eyes of this god of knowledge.

"I'm going to teach the elves a little bit of a lesson in this matter, so let's think about how we can restrain this big guy now." Say no more, for while the crowd was talking, Anaxim was on the verge of breaking free from the defenses they had laid out. These weapons on this big guy's body are all very offensive and penetrating, and they can even break through the tricks condensed by divine power.

Tapas, the god of battle, was quite interested in this, and looked like he wanted to go alone, if it weren't for the dissuasion of the goddess of strategy behind him, this guy would have rushed up a long time ago.

There was a solemnity in Raphael's gaze, although the gods present all appeared in the form of divine power incarnations, they were not muddy. The gods were helpless, and he didn't know what to do.

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

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Very suddenly, Raphael's ears were full of hatred, which made him seem a little surprised, and he listened intently, and after a while, he found that it was Anaxim in front of him who came from this voice.

"Is it because this god is a constructor?" Although Raphael's realm of mechanical human divine power has not yet been fully formed, his steps can be regarded as a firm step.

In response, Raphael began to choose to communicate tentatively, and although the constructor was a god, the neutral camp gave it a chance to communicate.

"Anaxim, why are you attacking my kingdom?" The first thing to mention is that this Construct Mechanic God was not born out of a distortion of the soul like other gods. Rather, it is an extra divinity with hatred for Gunde, the god of craft and forging, which is essentially different.

It's actually like a blank sheet of paper, as if it's stuck in the plane of the mechanism after it gains its divinity. It's as if it's easy to take advantage of Corellon Larycin's words.

And what is missing from this body of mind? Undoubtedly respect and care.

Raphael did not have an ambiguous title, and his speech seemed very gentle, although it was a questioning word, but he spoke unusually calmly.

"I was told by a man that this is a kingdom favored by Gunder, the god of craft and forging. As long as this kingdom is destroyed, Gunde, the god of craft and forging, will feel pain. ”

This communication is not a verbal one, but a spiritual connection. The peculiarity of the realm of divine power is that it can be easily connected with things related to it. It's easy to understand that if you want to connect your phone to Wi-Fi, you have to enter your password and confirm it for the first time, and wait. And the realm of divine power is to omit this process and connect it directly.

"That guy is a liar, and this is not a country favored by Gunde, the god of craft and forging. The god of this kingdom is not Gond, but me. Raphael said, stretching out his hand, and the main shrine behind him instantly bloomed with a pillar of light that soared into the sky, and the pillar of light turned into an auspicious cloud in the air, falling a stream of rain.

The people in Bartholomew's area felt reassured by this, and Anaxim's movements were not small at all, making them think that they were the green flamestone people who were wreaking havoc on the continent. It made them think that these guys were finally going to reach out their sinful hands to the Bartholomew area.

Now this rain with temperature is undoubtedly telling them that there is nothing to worry about, because Raphael is standing behind them. The believers fell to their knees on the ground, muttering prayers in their mouths. The extension of the temple was smooth in the Bartholomew area, as not every temple required the same elaborate construction process as the main temple.

Like some of the sacrifices that went to other places to preach, they could even carry the emblems of the gods to preach. So the temples in some places are a bit like shrines, simple but exquisite.

The gods had planned to continue to exert their strength, but they were all very keenly aware of Anaxim's gradual movements, and the weapons on his body that had been fangs and claws also stopped. Seeing this, the gods set their eyes on Raphael. This also reminded the gods of Raphael's identity.

The Abrahamic family, a milestone in the field of Trap Golems. And it seems that the original prayer of the new god also has a reference to it.

"Liar?!" Anaxim was a little upset by Raphael's statement, and order and organization were very important for a neutral person. They identify with a strong, well-ordered ruling class.

There must be laws in the world, and laws must be obeyed. For them, absolute order is more important than any moral conscience. As long as it is a rule, regardless of whether the result is good or bad, it must be followed. And for liars, thieves and the like, they are absolutely disgusted.

"If you don't believe it, you can feel it." Raphael pointed back, looking like a gentleman.

Anaxim revealed a pair of crystals as translucent as black pearls beneath his weapon, which appeared to be his eyes. After observing for a moment, I agreed with Raphael's statement.

"Liar! Deceived Anaxim! Anaxim was furious at this, and his weapon swung like a thousand-armed troll, allowing the gods to quickly build a line of defense.

"I can tell you something, the guy who deceived you is called Corellon Larisin, the patron saint of the elves. The residence is the Pan-German realm. Raphael was very detailed and kind enough to tell Anaxim the coordinates of the plane where the Pan-German degree was located.

As for subduing this constructor, the human god? Raphael didn't think he had the ability to do this, and when he really mastered the [Mechanical Man] divine power realm one day, maybe he would think about it a little. But now, it's better to take back these delusions and plan how to enter the middle divine power more quickly, that's the top priority.

"Liar, do not be forgiven!" Anaxim finally conveyed this thought to Raphael, and left directly through the spatial passage. From the anger in its thoughts, Raphael could feel one thing, Corellon Larisin had shot himself in the foot this time! I'm afraid the elves' good days are coming to an end.

Seeing that what they had worked hard for half a day had come to fruition so quickly after Raphael appeared. The gods looked interested, "Raphael boy, what did you say about moving that big guy?" "Listen to this voice, you don't have to think much about it, you know that it is Tampas, the god of battle.

"The patron saint of the elves said that my kingdom was favored by the god of craft and forging, and I told Anaxim the truth. The patronus of the elves was not true, and I was kind enough to tell Anaxim where the Apandhu was. I think I'll be able to hear that later. Raphael's face showed a kind smile, like the warm winter sun, but it made the gods present feel a chill.

This new god's trick is really beautiful, it was originally used by Corellon Larishin to trap and kill this new god, but he didn't expect to scratch his palm in turn.

"Well done, it's time to keep those elves busy. It's not a good thing to make them too comfortable, and they always mess with some things that they don't have, and they don't do anything about it. To God's great surprise, it was none other god who said this, but Tyre, the god of justice.

You must know that this god has always been very disgusted by this kind of stumbling behavior behind his back, but he didn't expect that this time he seemed to approve very much, and he had the momentum of applauding. Thinking about Corellon Larisin's behavior, this time also made the god of justice feel very unhappy.

"It is an honor for me to be able to boast so much about the God of Justice." Raphael was a little caught off guard by the sudden recognition, but accepted it gladly.

"Indeed, this matter has been handled very well. With the wisdom of an ancient mage, it seems that I am embarrassed to ask for that wisdom tome. If you have time, it's best to visit the Temple of Knowledge, the first time you enter is a gift from the Pantheon to every new god. Ogma, the god of knowledge, could not help but take out his atiny again, and on this celebratory occasion. The voice faded away, and at some point, he had disappeared into the vast starry sky. The patron saint of the bard, casually showing his hand, even the gods felt fascinated.

Clusters of bright stars have lit up in the sky, and wonderful things always make people feel like years have passed.

Some gods came just to get acquainted with their faces this time, and a new god is really nothing, but looking at the gods who came out because of this this time, this time the familiar faces are undoubtedly blood-earned.

There aren't many gods left, but all of them are illustrious.

"I wonder if I've had the privilege of having you come to my manor?" Raphael knew in his heart that if they didn't leave at this time, they must have something to find him. The mouth of the cannibal is short, and the hand of the taker is short. They had previously defended their face by fending off Anaxim's assault on Bartholomew's area.

At this time, you can't not give them face, after all, these bigwigs still have to give face. Even if you don't hug these thick thighs, then a good relationship will definitely be beneficial and harmless.

"Of course, I heard that Bartholomew's region is the brightest star in the entire Io continent, and the three of us are also very interested in it." Tyr, the god of justice, admires Raphael's emotional intelligence, and although everyone understands some things in their hearts, it is undoubtedly too abrupt to say them.