I don't know how long it took for the Pope to finally raise his scepter. There was a heavy slam again, and the entire secret realm trembled. Corresponding to his movements, countless thunderbolts exploded in the sky of the secret realm, and high-pitched songs pierced through the clouds resounded in every corner of the secret realm!

The curtain opened, and a beautiful and somewhat weak angel descended from the sky. She had a pair of blue wings behind her, and her hands were stretched forward respectfully, and a ball of light in her palm was slowly spinning, looking closely. This ball of light is made up of countless mysterious, intricate symbols. Every symbol represents a kind of power.

The angel slowly landed in front of Jeno and stretched out his hands to offer the ball of light.

Jeno stared at the ball of light, feeling déjà vu.

He lost count of how many nights he had woken up from that nightmare, each time he woke up. He was all in collapse and sweating profusely. When he first entered that dream, he had seen the bodies of three terrifying beings with ten thousand eyes at a very close distance. In the golden body of unknown metal, the symbol that constantly appeared was very similar to this ball of light.

Of course, Jeno now knew that the one in his dream was the main god of the destruction of the Celestial Division, Dismatson.

It's just that a lot of times, it's not a good thing to know the truth.

Looking back on the past thirty years, Jeno has gone from having nothing to now being famous all over the continent, and has even been able to participate in the battle between the main gods of the heavenly realm.

At this time, in retrospect, the dust is like smoke.

He suddenly wanted to go back to the past. Go back to the simple days of fighting, drinking, and robbing women. After all, life at that time. Chaotic and passionate, there is still hope in humility.

At this point, the Pope's voice pulled Jeno back to reality. There was a strange rhythm in the old man's voice: "Jeno, both Dismarthen, the great Lord of Destruction, and Isaac, the Lord of Redemption, have noticed your piety and merits, so Dismarsen has sent down an oracle to share with you a little of his glorious glory. ”

Hearing this, Jeno's gaze fell on the ball of light in the angel's hand again.

At this moment, all knowledge about this glory appeared in his consciousness. Indeed, what the angel offered was the power of the Lord of Destruction. But that's both strength and chains. The consequences of betraying the faith of the Lord of Destruction were no match for the casual oath he had sworn in the name of the kings of the Dead World.

Jeno finally reached out. His hands were shaking.

The Pope said slowly: "Remember to be humble in the face of unaffordable glory. But when God puts glory before you, don't doubt your deedfulness for it. ”

Jeno looked at the Great Temple of Light. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel that in that temple, which had been transformed into a statue, she was still standing quietly in the Heavenly Flame.

The next moment, his hand had reached into the ball of light!

In an instant, countless symbols representing power had fallen into his hands.

At this moment, the world is silent. The sky is a little blue, the mountains are a little blue, and in fact, everything in Jeno's eyes is a little blue.

In the silence, Jeno finally noticed that Augustus had fallen to his knees completely, his wings spread behind his back, and he was facing himself with the most respectful gesture. It's just that Jeno's thoughts seemed to be a little sluggish, and it took a while to react to the blood angel's humility. Jeno felt something strange on his back again, he moved slightly, and with a brush, two huge blue wings had stretched out from behind to his front.

Jeno lightly touched the two blue wings, and he realized something in his heart.

"The gods have their own divisions, and each according to his kind. If there is a division, there is strength and power. If there is power and power, let each according to his kind. The gods are not transgressive, and if they do, they will fall. ”

The Book of Shiloh, page 6.

At the end of page 6, the phrase 'The gods are not omnipotent, and Shiloh is omnipotent.'"

At this moment, in the deepest part of Jeno's consciousness, the Book of Shiloh shone with a soft light and was slowly spinning. This time, unlike before, when the sixth page of the Book of Shiloh emerged, it did not sink back into the deepest part of Jeno's sea of consciousness, but still floated on the surface.

This book of Shiloh, which records the secrets of the gods, is like an ordinary book at this moment, opened on the sixth page, as if waiting for someone destined to come and read it.

Jeno suddenly knew that at this moment, if he wanted to, then he could turn the sixth page! And on the seventh page of the Book of Hiloh, what is written?

Jeno remembered that when he handed him the Book of Shiloh, Theseus had said that it was the source of all the elves' calamities. However, he had read six pages, and judging by the contents, Jano really didn't understand why the book was a disaster for the elves. Moreover, judging from historical records, there have never been major disputes and civil wars in the Elven Empire, and the elves who have strong beliefs and no greed should not do anything harmful to the whole race in order to compete for this book.

All these secrets should be recorded on page 7.

"The Book of Hiloh has seven pages, so don't turn to page seven anyway." Theseus' admonition came to Jeno's mind.

Why can't he look at it? What is Jeno lacking today? Is it not enough strength, or is it too much to worry about?

Before he knew it, his hand had been placed on the Book of Shiloh......

This thin and invisible page of the book, to turn it, or not to turn it?

In front of the Great Temple of Light, Jeno slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were already cold, as if there was no trace of emotion, and in the coldness, there seemed to be arrogance looking down on all beings. With a brush, under that pair of blue wings, there seemed to be new wings generated, but this time the wings seemed to be there or not, and they seemed to be condensed from nothingness!

His gaze swept over the heavens, over the earth, over the subdued angels.

Everywhere his eyes looked, it seemed that everything was quietly retreating, and all the angels were trying their best to spread their wings to the end as a sign of awe in their hearts!

Only when his gaze fell on Fengyue's silver eyes did he fluctuate slightly.

Jeno withdrew his gaze, carried Victoria, and slowly walked between the Pope and Augustus, and entered the Temple of Light.

His figure was gone, but the angels still knelt down.

At this moment, the time of the secret realm seemed to have frozen. It's just that I don't know if anyone noticed that in his last gaze, there was a deep loneliness.

I don't know if I was afraid of Jeno's majesty, or if I knew his destination early, the entire Great Temple of Light was quiet, and along the way, Jeno didn't meet anyone.

Jeno didn't stop until he walked to the entrance of the Purgatory Angel Hall, and then turned back to Fengyue and Nafei behind him, "You guys are waiting for me here." ”

In the temple -

"Respectfully Victoria. Do you want to think again? Jeno's loud voice reverberated in the main hall of the Purgatory Angel Land, like a bell, it didn't seem to be a human sound. In addition to the loudness, there was a strange sensation in his voice, which was neither cold nor intense, it sounded as if it were coming from a completely inanimate object.