After the strange red light appeared in the sky, the first time the countries sent priests from the altar to contact the divine realm, wanting to find out what was going on, and the divine realm unified its voice under the leadership of the god of the cutting world, and replied that it was the Abyss Giant Gate and the Apocalypse Knights that the Abyss Giant Gate would bring.

These things are top secret, only the top of the country can know, for Lovecraft, people are just to look up until they are tired, and then return to the club to continue to brag, but in the chat the red light as today's conversation.

Lovecraft, on the other hand, was a little more worried than the others, and he always felt that this incident had something to do with his own poems, but of course this speculation was unfounded, so Lovecraft himself hoped that it would only be unfounded.

The red light disappeared after a while, and the residents of the Great Double Star saw that before the abyss giant gate closed, there seemed to be some black spots flying out of it, and after the ground was gone, the giant gate was completely closed, and then sank in the gap.

The next day, most of the people of Battyros forgot about it, and it was not until they went home to talk about it briefly, even some gentlemen only thought about writing an article related to the red light, but they did not expect that the influence of the red light, the abyssal gate, would soon be closely related to them.

A few days later, while Lovecraft was still asleep in his room, he was suddenly woken up by the sound of a bell and a warning that rang throughout the city: "Take refuge at the altar!

Leng Yi's incarnation was located above the clouds and looked down at the southern Xinjiang continent, staring at the killings that he had unleashed, and he was using a moment of brain fever to turn the Nether into a bloody gladiatorial arena, but Leng Yi swore that such days would not be too long, the industrial revolution had been set off, and it was very soon, very soon, to come.

If you look closer, you will find that the four horsemen of the Apocalypse are flying at high speed at the end of the line, and they are accompanied by air masses of various colors in their flight, and they continue to sprinkle them on the ground, which becomes a line.

The end of the thread, which looks small from the clouds, is not much bigger when you look up from the ground, but it is not the size of the end of the thread itself, but the consequence of the "end of the thread", the substance they sprayed is scattered on the ground one after another, and the gift from the Knight of the Apocalypse is obviously not a flattering thing.

Death Knight Daiss flies due north, his destination is Battyros, the crown of ten thousand cities, and Daith doesn't care whether his scattered air mass, the terrible plague, is sprinkled on the wasteland or the town, he only cares about the destruction, and the ritual of destruction, and nothing else.

Dyce, whose face was blown by the strong wind, suddenly remembered that perfect king, the model of knights, his benefactor, and finally King Arthur, who ushered in the tragic end of all the betrayals and divorces, an absolutely good man has suffered such a tragic end, so what is the need for the existence of this sinful world?

And then, whether as a devil or as a demon, Days saw the sins of hell, the sins of the mortal world and the disregard of the divine realm, since there is no good thing from top to bottom, so why not subvert this world?

The hateful thing is that although Dais, as a knight of the apocalypse, his strength can rival that of some weak gods, but if he wants to subvert the whole world, there is still no way to do it, so Daiss can only bury his resentment in his heart, and what is happy is that after thousands of years of flowering, it has finally come to fruition.

The strange and unpredictable Three Abyss Pillars, two appeared in the disaster of the Hell's Destruction, and one of the Three Abyss Pillars that did not appear, the Creeping Chaos, Nyaratotip, contacted Days not long ago, so that today's plan, the "Apocalypse War", is about to begin.

The knight of war Conquest flew west, he wanted to fly to his homeland, and pass on his irritability to those who had fought for themselves and finally betrayed him, although those betrayers were long gone, and his country was destroyed, but it didn't matter to Conquest, as long as he could vent his endless anger.

Unlike the plague spread by Dyth, the "war" spread by Conquest is actually "rage", and the creatures that are contacted by the "rage" spread by Conquest, whether it is humans or monsters, will fall into endless and unvented anger, just like they finally wake up and find that their mother country has been destroyed, and then fall into a tragic cannibalism.

The Famine Knight flew east, his destination was his homeland Finney, who had burned themselves to death for fear that their realm would cause everything to wither, and now that he had returned, he would bring them more than ten times more severe withering than before, and I hope that the descendants of those people can withstand it.

Slot, the killing knight, didn't have as many thoughts in his heart as the other three knights, he only knew that the purpose of killing Slote was very simple, that is, to act according to Dais's instructions, fly south, and his air mass would kill all creatures that touched him, thinking of this, Slote howled again with joy, indicating that he was in a good mood.

Days flew very fast, and when he arrived at Vaslow, Lovecraft heard the warning in the city of Battyros, and when Lovecraftt hurriedly dressed and didn't leave, Days had already flown over Battyros, and the plague of green air masses attacked the crown of ten thousand cities, and then fell into the palace.

Screams, weepings, and roars filled the streets, and the city, which had never been attacked by war since the Crown of Ten Thousand Cities was annexed from Sydney to Siber.

Seeing the green smoke in the distance, and before the other gentlemen were hesitant to dismount without the gentleman's face, Lovecraft had jumped out of the carriage and galloped towards the nearest church regardless of any grace.

At first, there were some gentlemen pointing and pointing on the road, and they felt that Lovecraftt had lost any grace, but when the green plague eroded the specific people, and after watching the inhabitants who were covered by the plague first cough and collapsed within a few seconds, they began to run wildly with Lovecraft, regardless of their manners.

As a result of running early, Lovecraft finally entered the altar without being contaminated by the plague, and the words of the survivors were all inside, and one of the colonial merchants muttered to his companion on the side, "What kind of luck do you think I have, I didn't expect to take refuge at the altar after leaving the colony." ”

The dark green plague treated all pedestrians equally, whether it was a low-level worker or a strong man at the fire phosphorus level, he could not last a quarter of an hour in the face of the plague before he collapsed, and then died.

Days naturally knew that someone was trying to defend himself against the plague with his cultivation, and he could only sneer at this, if he escaped to the altar, there was still a way to live, if he resisted, even if you were an extraordinary legend, he could only hate the spot!

You know, when the battlefield of Styx still existed, it was the devil and their minions who enjoyed the plague of Daith, although now the power has been adjusted in order for the plague frenzy to appear in this world, even so, what confidence do these mortals have to resist the plague?

With the fluctuation of divine power in the city, Dais knew that the divine envoy sent by the gods was in place, so it was almost time for him to retreat, this was just an appetizer, and the days ahead were still long.

For the first time in his life, Lovecraftt saw an oracle descend on him, only to see the oracle prop up the canopy of the altar to ward off the plague outside the altar, and began to maintain the canopy and go out, cooperating with other oracles to begin to clear the city of the plague.

After a long and torturous half a day, the oracles had cleared the city of the plague, so the priest informed those who had taken refuge at the altar that they could temporarily return home.

The poor people immediately left the altar, because their families could not eat without working for a day, so that even if the plague was only initially cleared of the city, they could only go back to work without feeling uneasy.

As for the gentlemen of Lovecraft, they remained in the altar and chatted with each other, and asked the servants to buy tea and drink it elegantly, and waited for Battyros to be completely purged.

After a while, the news finally came that the city of Batyros had been purged of the plague, and some of the gentlemen had retired first, while others who had been very talkative continued to stay, and regarded the altar as a place of today's, including Lovecraft, but the reason for his stay was that he was still uneasy, remembering the poems he had written not long ago.

Thus Lovecraft was distraught at this time, and the other gentry only responded to the conversation, and after a few moments, the other gentry only thought that Lovecraftt was too frightened and left him aside.

After a long time, only to hear the creaking sound of the altar door, Lovecraftt looked up, only to see the messenger finish the plague in the city, return to the church to return to the heavenly realm, everyone present stood up and saluted the messenger, Lovecraftt was no exception.

Lovecraft's head bowed as he saluted, and only the lower half of the oracle's body could be seen, but he still instinctively felt a little incompatible, as if it was slightly different from what was described in the mural and in the book.

The oracle seemed to sense something, and suddenly stopped and turned to Lovecraft's mouth to ask, and the voice that came with it made the entire altar vibrate slightly: "Do you have doubts in your heart?"

Lovecraft, who had a ghost in his heart, was even more frightened, and took the opportunity of the great salute to delay time, and finally came up with a less abrupt question: "Your Excellency's dress seems to be different from what I have learned. ”

"Ah, that's right," the oracle said without much suspicion, "my name is Randolph Halle, and I'm not an emissary of the god of the mountains, but an emissary of other gods, so I'm dressed a little differently. ”

"I see, thank you for the clarification," after Lovecraft's salute again, the self-proclaimed Randolph Halle priest turned and continued towards the altar, teleporting back to the heavenly realm a moment later.

After the oracle left, many of the people who remained in the church gathered around Lovecraft to congratulate him, and it was a great honor that he had several conversations with the oracle. Lovecraft forced a smile on his face to entertain the crowd, but on the other hand, he found that his uneasiness was growing stronger.

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