The village of the Holy Moon, a special village that was banished to the void a hundred years ago by the Black Rider Demon Lord with great power, is the hometown of Brando Alsace, the greatest Knight of the Holy Light of the Demon War.

After being banished, in order to return Brando's ashes to the bosom of his homeland, the Holy See found them from the void at a great cost, supplemented by the power of the Lord of Dawn, and attached them to the edge of the main plane of the Divine Grace Continent, and finally became the place where a special Chosen One descended.

Everything is gone, and everything that has been broken is slowly being repaired - this time to celebrate the Mandate of Destiny's global online number of people exceeding 500 million, the Chaos Behemoth event is a special dungeon event, the event is over, the Chaos Behemoth is killed, and everything will return to its original state.

The sky is full of stars, bright in the dark, when the Divine Grace Continent ushers in the night, when everything is quiet, when Li Mubai leaves, all the chaos and smoke are silent.

The High Priest Emilia walked into the Holy See, and the candle flame spontaneously ignited, illuminating the church, and then Emilia knelt on the futon in front of the idol of the Lord of the Dawn, closed her eyes and prayed, and a soft halo of light fell from the idol of the Lord of the Dawn, and fell on Emilia's body, and her pale face turned red with the passage of time. Moisten it up.

"Squeak." With a bang, the door of the church was closed, and a majestic figure stood behind Emilia in great strides, vicissitudes and heavy.

"Thank you, High Priestess." The person who came looked at it and said, and immediately took out a scroll sealed by a magic lock from his arms, and on the scroll was a magic rune of flashing golden streamers, golden, this is the power of the holy light, "His Majesty the Pope has sent an oracle, on the day of divine grace, the 12 temple sacrifices will be held once every ten years, and the nine priests and the three major bishops must all be in place." ”

Emilia opened her eyes, the pure and immaculate sapphire eyes moved slightly, and with a move of her jade hand, the scroll turned into a streamer, and a flicker appeared in front of her, levitating and turning.

After the complicated gestures, the holy power that belonged to the great priest was injected into the scroll, and with the injection of holy power, the scroll slowly opened, and the handwriting of the holy pattern appeared in front of Emilia's eyes.

"Blessed by the morning sun, worshiped by all gods, the great priest Emilia Shenghui reads:

At that time, the Twelve Temples Sacrifice, this matter is solemn, and it is necessary to prepare in advance, and the Grand Priest Emilia Shenghui participates in the Twelve Temples Sacrifice for the first time, hoping to rush back to the Holy Capital of Albais in time, and do not slack off.

Oracle: Heaven-given IX, Noah Ulysses. ”

"Whew......" Emilia took the scroll back, got up and turned around, looking at the bearded man, "Then I'll leave the matter to you, Byrons." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency High Priest."

This bearded old man is none other than Byron Geert, the great knight of holy armor who rushed back to put out the fire, and the blacksmith uncle in Li Mubai's mouth.

"Also, please bother a little more about that paladin squire, after all, ......"

"I know what you mean, when the time comes, I'll take him to the other side!"

"That's good, I'll leave early tomorrow morning, by the way, I don't need to inform the others."

"Then I'll go and prepare, and I won't disturb your prayers."

With that, the Grand Knight of Sacred Armor, Byron Geert, withdrew, and the church fell silent again.

"Alas......" sighed softly, heavy, weak, and deeply tired.

……

And at the same time.

Inside an unknown dense forest somewhere in the Divine Grace Continent, frogs chirped, and in the faint mist, suddenly there was a 'click' sound, and a trace of ink-black cracks cracked in the space, and the cold of the forest was reversed, and the great majesty spread, and at this moment, the entire huge forest cold was dead silent!

There was no more sound.

Click......

The cracked space was spreading, like a broken lens falling to the ground, and a gray-blue dark hand stretched out from the crack, and in an instant, blood burned all around, and the gray mist was blood-red.

With a click, a blood-colored terrifying figure appeared, a pair of strange eyes were cold and noble, on the face exactly the same as Li Mubai, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he looked around with a disdainful expression.

Everything around was withering, the breath of life was crumbling in death, the space was shattered and aggravated, followed by a hellish skeleton war horse burning with blood-colored flames, and if you looked closely, there were not one or several black flames licking in the blood-colored flames. Tongue of fire, weird and domineering.

The color of blood faded, the fragmented body returned to good condition, the black translucent blue heavy hideous armor appeared out of thin air, covering the whole body of the figure piece by piece, and the whole majestic face was covered by the full-covered helmet in an instant, black as an abyss, only a pair of eyes that danced with soul fire.

The hideous barbs were covered with frost, and the black and blue wrapping cape was windless.

This, it was in the hands of the Lord of Death, Bane Akles, who fled from the Black Rider Demon Lord, Arthur Byrus, the blood knight of death at this moment.

At this time, he was still a little embarrassed, everything was in a perfect state, his power exploded, and the space was trembling.

The flesh of Brando Alsace, the Grand Knight of the Holy Light. The righteous judgment of body and soul, the devastating blow inflicted by the divine power projection of the Lord of Death, Bane Akles, all dissipated as if nothing had ever happened.

"Oops, I said old man......" The hoarse voice of the death blood knight Arthur Byrus came from under the full-covered hideous helmet, relaxed, comfortable, not at all weak and tired after the Great War, he gently patted the head of the skeleton horse of the hellish nightmare, his eyes were empty, "If it was placed a thousand years ago, in the previous performance of this seat, it would definitely be at the level of 'Augustus Actor'." ”

"Humph!"

The nightmare of hell snorted, his eyes were full of disdain, and he was 'Augustus Actor', not as good as me, the moment he was hit by the righteous trial, Lord Ben was very sold screaming and screaming, that feeling, that kind of pain in the depths of the soul Proper actor, as for you, it's still far away.

Arthur Byrus didn't care about the old man's blatant disdain, and was a little nostalgic: "It's a pity that the once glorious god capital 'Augustus' was finally destroyed and sank in the cold waters of the endless abyss, and there is no trace of existence anymore." ”

"If the old master is still there......"

"Hum Hum Hum ......"

"Okay old man, I won't say it, so as not to be sad, the deity is trapped in the Void Storm, and he can't get out for the time being, so let's continue to prepare the 'subversion' plan, that kid will definitely be brought into the other side by those hypocritical people, hehehahaha, when the time comes, a new era will come again......"

In an instant, the breath of death swept and exploded, no weaker than the divine power projection of the death lord Bane Akles!

In the real world, the style of painting has changed, and Li Mubai is sitting on the bed. , tightly grasping the quilt, covering his chest, with a look of horror: "Fertile grass!" I'm scared to death of your dad, why are you here! You've changed. Isn't the dead shemale gone? Yes! How did you come back again? Oh my mother, don't come any closer, I warn you, stay away from me...... Wo Cao, what are you going to do, why are you pulling my quilt......"

“……”

"Ahhh Fertile grass. Don't mess around, what's the matter with you talking, don't move your hands and feet, alas, don't pull Lao Tzu's clothes, Lao Tzu is a serious man, don't play...... Lean, lean, lean!! ”

Thorn ——!!!

A cloth sounded.

"Oh, no, don't be so rough, can you be lighter? Elegant. Frog. Butterfly ......"

"Poof......

The person who came almost vomited to death without a mouthful of old blood, hairy eggs, what is this! Those who are so angry have a strong urge to tear this bastard boy alive!

(To be continued.) )