The former city of wealth has been completely razed to the ground.

Not to mention the ruins, there is not even a trace of civilization here. The original buildings here have long since melted into the golden lake, completely disappearing.

It's not just the city that is submerged—with the golden lake as the center, there is not a single grass growing within a radius of ten miles.

The originally rich land of Caral was dried and cracked by the heat, and the pale golden liquid shimmered faintly in the cracks of the earth like blood oozing from cracked skin.

The earth here is dead. It is burned continuously as a fire.

Now that winter is approaching, the countryside is full of unmelted snow, but on the black soil it is steaming and smoky.

Walking barefoot on the ground, you can even feel the ground slightly hot; Even if you are wearing cotton boots, you can feel the warmth coming from under your feet.

In this cold winter, which can freeze one-tenth of the people to death, this is undoubtedly a heavenly existence. As long as you live near here, you don't have to worry about freezing to death.

- But for some reason, there was no sound of small animals around, and it was quiet and scary.

The remnant sun is like blood.

Under the fine sunset light like silk, the golden lake was dyed with a hint of red, and it rolled uneasily.

It was as if something invisible was stirring inside, and gurgling bubbles emerged from the edge of the rolling splash.

This uneasiness lasted for half an hour. Finally, a figure dressed in a dark linen robe appeared from afar, walking slowly but surely towards the place.

Finally, when he set foot on this black land. The golden lake was completely boiling.

It's like something inside is exploding. Dozens of meters high waterspouts burst out of the golden lake, shaking the dry earth. The golden liquid in the crack suddenly shimmered with dazzling light.

But the people who came were unmoved. Just quietly continue to walk towards the golden lake.

Finally, as if enraged, the earth cracked open. Vines as crystal clear as rubies swung and whipped.

The man slowly backed away, as if trying to dodge.

But then he froze and lowered his head.

Two human arms stretched out of the ground and gripped his ankles tightly.

One bronze arm is thick and powerful, while the other is fairer, with slender wrists and slender fingers.

What they have in common is that none of them have the kind of green tendons that are commonly found on human arms. As if a golden liquid was rushing through their veins, their green tendons turned golden.

The man was caught by the ankle without noticing, and suddenly the blood-red vines were overwhelming.

"Why bother."

But he only sighed softly, without the slightest panic.

A hoarse voice with a triple echo could only be heard from under the hood: "Whoever is not reverent—"

He just prayed softly. The brilliant light of the sun immediately fell from the sky and bombarded the ground, enveloping him completely.

The two hands at his feet were instantly burned to ashes. All the vines that touched the light curtain immediately burst into flames, and in an instant, they turned into nothingness.

And then, in the shroud of light, he spoke again: "- Surely you will suffer." ”

Suddenly, the brilliance of the scorching sun burst open, turning into a golden flame storm and sweeping away.

As the firestorm advanced, vast expanses of blood-red vines burned to ashes.

But as soon as the storm rose, six or seven runes suddenly flashed through the countless transparent vines. The vines suddenly grew in a large circle. The dance became more frenzied, and he was no longer afraid of fire.

But at this time, more than 10,000 vines were burned to ashes by the storm of flames and scattered in the air.

I saw large expanses of blood-colored vines that were not afraid of the sun and flames burrowing out of the ground again. The man only chuckled disdainfully, and a hoarse voice with a triple echo came from under the hood.

"Really...... How ridiculous. ”

He gently stroked the black ring on the middle finger of his left hand, a mocking smile on his face that became more and more obvious.

On the middle finger of his left hand. The pattern of a bleeding eye was crudely cut in half with a knife.

The "Ring of Heresy" - this ring is not something that any cardinal can wear. It is a ring that must be a heretic equal to the holiness of the Pope.

If you take a random person, or ask a random bishop to wear this ring. It is undoubtedly a denigration of the divine authority of the Pope.

In fact, the position of the thirteenth cardinal of many gods is vacant. The greater the gods, the more so.

But only the position of the thirteenth cardinal of Tyre this term. But no one can question it.

"It occurred to me that I remembered...... You're a tree, aren't you? ”

Mie's hoarse voice rang out from under his hood.

Then, the linen robe on his body began to bulge abnormally. A large area of pitch-black, viscous liquid spread out rapidly from under his feet. At a cursory glance, you might think that the golden liquid under his feet has gone out.

"That'...... I don't have to worry about you running away—"

His voice became sharper, as if he were laughing, as if it were just the wind howling.

Just by hearing it, you can feel the pain of cold metal churning in your mind.

Sting.

His robes finally tightened to the limit, then cracked.

Tall "something" stands out of a black liquid as thick as oil.

Even the dancing blood-colored tentacles couldn't help but stiffen in the air for a moment.

What a strange, twisted existence the contents are-

Just seeing what it looks like is enough to make people insane.

That's a huge swelling of meat that keeps multiplying. Ball.

Jet-black. Red. Densely covered with green tendons.

Three pairs of scarlet eyeballs of various sizes, without eyelids, and densely bloodshot appeared on its surface, and the dim yellow light flickered in its eyeballs.

The twisted muscles were exposed to the air, trembling, weaving into thick tentacles. For the second time, countless tentacles twisted and combined into the shape of a plausible machete, sledgehammer, and pincers.

The shape of those tools is completely different from the tools in human common sense. It is only possible to judge the functions it might have by its appearance.

The straight, densely serrated tentacles used to "chop" are machetes; Flesh-strewn nails. There are about eight balls the size of an adult skull, about the size of a hammer; And the several were intertwined, and the tips were closed one by one like mechanical claws. It's about pliers.

There are many, many more tools like this.

It looks like it has the momentum of a building built out of the ground by one man - the huge flesh. The ball was dragged by tentacles at a height of nearly twenty meters. Quietly looking down on the golden lake.

It resembles an immovable plant, standing only in a black slime as thick as petroleum with its tentacles.

The Son of God of Truth and Terror is also a former elect - there is no identity more fitting for the title "heretic."

Because the gods are divine, and the gods of truth and terror belong to the righteous gods, there is no doubt that this monster is also divine.

“――”

It roared in a language that humans couldn't understand, slithering swiftly across the viscous black slime with its tentacles, crashing towards the golden lake.

Although it has a huge size of nearly 20 meters. But compared to the golden lake that is not in sight, it is like a child who is about to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river.

But at this moment, no one would doubt that the child jumped with the determination to crush the river.

What it does is not to fish the Tree of Crucifixion out of the lake, but to destroy the whole lake with it - after realizing it. In the boiling golden waters of the lake, huge oak trees rise.

It is about thirty meters high. It is also a towering giant tree.

Gold and blood-colored lines intertwined and swirled upwards around the tree, and the human hair embedded in the roots of the tree had turned completely golden, and the skin was shining with gold.

The light of the fire that Roland had originally used to seal the Tree of Affliction had completely become part of the Tree of Affliction.

In the face of the crippled Tree of Suffering, it could have played its own role as a seal.

But you know, the origin of the Tree of Affliction is a fusion - after the Tree of Affliction absorbed a Order of Knights as nourishment to restore itself, the light of the Flame was in turn absorbed by the Tree of Affliction and became a part of it.

The Tree of Crucifixion now. Needless to say, a real monster.

Only monsters can destroy monsters.

The monster's twisted tentacles slashed wildly, seemingly out of order, but they chopped and tore off patches of vines.

At the very first touch, the Tree of Affliction began to collapse.

But at this moment. The old but flat voice of the old Pope sounded in the sky: "Cell, how long will you have to go?" ”

The monster's attack came to a halt. Its six eyes spun nervously for a moment, and the vocals synthesized by loud screams blurred in the air. Try to discern what you can hear: "At most...... an hour. ”

"It's too long."

The old Pope's voice rumbled like thunder in the air, but it was barely audible under the constant noise of Cell.

"Yes...... I'm sorry. ”

The monster known as Cell, also has no distinction. Just responded respectfully.

At this moment, the Tree of Affliction suddenly launched a wave of attacks, but was easily stopped by tentacles that seemed to be just swinging at will. And its casual counterattack made the trunk of the Tree of Suffering creak. Cracked.

"His Majesty Tyre has given me a new revelation, and I am going to ignite the flames of war now."

"Jihad? Be...... Jihad? ”

A strange creaking sound came from the monster's side. In that moist and sticky sound, the excitement and excitement could not be concealed.

"That's right...... The millennium holy war is about to start again. The sorcerers of the White Tower have violated absolute taboos, and the gods have decided to renounce their tolerance. This will be the second time in a thousand years that the gods have united in crusade...... This time, it is necessary to exterminate all the wizards in one go, and no remnants will be allowed to be left. ”

"Cell, now give up the crusade against the Tree of Crucifixion and return immediately. If I can't make a move, only you can kill Anvilia...... I need you. ”

"Yes."

The twisted monster agreed without any hesitation.

His ugly body was coiled and tangled rapidly, and the black viscous liquid on the ground that had covered the diluted light of the flowing fire without any suspense also shrank inward as if going back in time.

In just a few seconds, a muscular man with curly black hair stood in the middle of the flames. His eye sockets were sunken deeply, and there was nothing in them, like an abyss.

"Do you want to fight?"

The Tree of Crucifixion thought for a moment, then gathered all the vines back, and its body burrowed back into the lake.

"Hmph. Not too sooner or later. ”

Cell's sneer, his hoarse, echoing voice instantly smoothed out the golden waves around him.

He didn't have any souvenirs, turned around and left.

"The sun rises morning and evening. And you, sooner or later, will die. (To be continued.) )

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