- Bang

Walking alone makes a dull sound similar to that of a heavy object hitting the ground, and small stone chips within a radius of ten meters rhythmically leap into the air and then shake off.

Montpass.

In his right hand, he held a cloud of dense white light, and from time to time, a line of black thorn-like material pierced through the white light and protruded, and was quickly suppressed by the white light.

Spirits who light candles are very difficult to kill.

Montpass, who has inherited the prayers and sufferings of endless human beings, is more than 100 times that of the other party in terms of energy level and output, and the difference cannot be remembered.

You can't kill it.

In terms of life form, the two are very similar, but Montpass lacks the means to counteract.

He's outdated.

In other words, from the very beginning, it was only good at frontal destruction, and never involved complex techniques in this area.

Violence is sometimes hard to solve.

At least the violence he has at his disposal is not qualified.

Unless Montpass can erase the concept of "hatred" from the multiverse, the black gods will hunt him down forever.

"Whew... ”

Montpass felt the earthy touch on the soles of his feet, his eyes narrowed.

After a long time, I re-set foot in the realm of Paradise, and the ground beneath my feet is still as disgusting as ever.

Faith has been deeply rooted in this land, forming a huge energy field that faintly repels Montpass.

Every grain of sand here is soaked with a deep will.

Regardless of what the gods think, at least believers truly love their Lord.

In fact, the gods did shelter the people of its land, and they were not necessarily worse off than the precincts of the school.

The gods are arrogant.

This arrogance makes them unable to accept that the "believers" will be inexplicably exterminated.

It's not a transcendent person who belongs to the school.,Won't take the initiative to harm the believers of the gods.,This kind of behavior is tantamount to provoking the majesty of the gods.。

The gods are very face-saving, if someone doesn't give it face, no matter how much they kill its believers, it will be a slap in the face, and the gods will definitely retaliate.

The sleeping ancient gods are just that, they may not have the interest to deal with these small things, but the newly promoted gods who account for a huge proportion of the gods are usually idle and panic, and they have a lot of time to squander, and they will definitely die as soon as they see this kind of bug that jumps out to provoke it.

Speaking of the Old Gods ...

Why can't I feel the breath in those memories?

Northern language, southern light, Protestantism.

The most ancient gods shine through the ages, and they are eternal flames.

Why are there no ones?

Their breath is no longer felt in the world, and there is no longer the will of the gods in the sky.

Montpass closed his eyes and sensed the outer membranes of Chaos.

The half-planes that originally belonged to the gods were all gone.

"Not even the kingdom of God left?"

"This power that has never existed, erases all premonitions, and devours even traces. ”

Thinking of the warning sound that had penetrated his ears before, the muscles in Montpass's whole body stiffened unconsciously.

Looking up, the white tower has black lines deeply embedded in it, and the winding traces seem to tell some kind of distant horror that cannot be touched.

For tens of millions of years, the White Pagoda has stood quietly in place like a sleeping beast, and you can feel the sound of its huge heart pulsating from a distance.

"Black swan. ”

"Black swan. ”

- "Black Swan !!"

As if to throw away all cowardice, Montpass let out a low roar.

All beings are full of hatred and fear for their mothers.

This strong emotion dictates Montpass's actions at this moment.

The child is not yet mature.

It tries to rebel.

It's overflowing with resentment.

Montpass's eyes flashed with red anger, the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a row of shark-like snow-white serrations, and his feet moved, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

"This is the inside of the tower?"

Montpass looked at the vast space in front of him, and his tone was full of amazement.

In the Fire Age, humans were overwhelmed by the gods and barely managed to protect themselves, and even a strong man like him had never set foot in the sanctuary of Paradise.

A complete small world, a different world attached to the main material plane.

The green meadows stretched as far as the eye could see, and in the black sky there were three skewed stars, two white, and one with a clear blue glow.

A faint mist shrouded the four fields, and a thin layer of water vapor adhered to the leaves.

When you close your eyes, you can hear the murmuring of the stream not far away.

The endless meadow is sparsely lined with tall street lamps.

The style of the street lamp resembles that of an ancient kingdom, with curled wood spiraling upwards and a transparent glass lucky star hanging from it, which holds a slightly dancing light like a flame.

Each light can spread out for 100 meters, and the combination and arrangement faintly form a winding road.

The mortal eye could not notice the linear arrangement of the lights, each of which was at least three kilometers apart.

With Montpass's perception, of course, he could have noticed this.

And..

The roads seem to lead to the same place.

Are you inviting me over?

Hehe.. How long can this kind of calmness and self-confidence be maintained?

Montpass stepped forward, each step spanning thousands of meters, his figure flickering as he approached the center of this beautiful otherworld.

Half an hour later.

"Huh?"

Montpass stopped.

Crossroads.

To his left, a figure emerges from the darkness of the night.

A sunny and handsome face, and short hair fluttering gently in the breeze.

With Montpass's eyesight, he could even see the green fuzz on his lips.

It's just that he obviously has the skin of a social monster, but his eyes are a little gloomy and stagnant, like a pool of stagnant water without waves.

The world itself had become some kind of pale, informative and degrading thing around him, and cracks and shadows jumped out of him in a thousandth of a second, and lurked in the next thousandths of a second.

The guy just now?

Montpass was a little surprised, but it made sense to think about it.

The contradictory temperament of this man made Montpass hesitate for a while.

The faint aura on the other party's body made Montpass feel a chill that was different from the sense of threat.

It's as if you're not facing the living.

The other party also looked at it.

Do you want to start first?

It seems to be a god.。。 It doesn't seem to be.

And this familiar feeling.

I've seen it before?

Montpass is an ancient being who lived through the Great Avalanche, and his life is as long as the world itself.

But he had never seen gray with his own eyes.

Before retreating to the last three fortresses, Montpass had already been mortally wounded, sealing himself in the abyss and falling into a long slumber.

When he opened his eyes in the darkness of nothing, he saw the post-war world.

Haven't seen it, don't know it, can't explain it.

Even if it's an old enemy standing in front of you, if you don't know it, you can't just do it.