In the dead silence, Father Sine's whispered cough broke the oppressive atmosphere.

The clergy came back to their senses and realized that the Grim Reaper was still there, and only then did they realize that what they had just seen was not an illusion.

"Father, what kind of gesture is this?" The emotionless witchers didn't know fear, but at this point they clearly felt that their minds were messy and blocked.

Because what they have just witnessed is far beyond the limits of their understanding.

Father Sine sat up slightly, looked at the Grim Reaper in front of him, and casually explained, "You can understand Him as the embodiment of a deity. ”

"Incarnate!" Hearing the word, everyone's faces turned strange.

After experiencing the ups and downs just now, their spirits are already numb at this time. After hearing this legendary word, their expressions changed to be as strange as those of the Hasta family, and they looked very funny.

Since ancient times, the term incarnation has been the exclusive domain of the gods, and even saints who can be referred to as "Him" are not eligible to use it.

Because only when one can get in touch with the highest level of knowledge, after reaching the source of a certain knowledge, can one form a completely independent other self through the absolute mastery of knowledge.

This is the ultimate knowledge that only the gods can grasp: the creation of life.

Because of this, it is also the reason why the Church of the Holy Blood is both eager and afraid of Myra, and has no choice but to do so.

"The bell bearer of the Evening Bell Church is actually the embodiment of the gods!?" Few mysteries heard this, but Sock clearly heard the word incarnation.

Sure enough, it is not only the inheritance of knowledge, but also the inheritance of cause and effect and will. Sock seemed to have thought of something important, and his face was clear, and then he became even more excited.

Faced with the sudden death of this yellow-robed man, all the dependents were in a commotion.

It can be seen that it is the yellow-robed people who are leading these families.

However, the other nine yellow-robed people did not have much emotion about the death of their compatriots.

It's like the dead have nothing to do with them.

WhewW......

Suddenly, a scorching wind blew in the darkness of the night.

The wind was blowing like it was blowing from the scorching desert, with a terrifying heat and a stickiness.

This viscosity rushes towards you like a stream of water, giving you a drowning-like feeling of suffocation.

The remaining nine yellow-robed men remained motionless, as if they were statues, looking at these inferior creatures with strange eyes under their pitch-black hoods.

The wind was very strange and violent, and all the clergy in the square turned pale for a moment, and the feeling of oppression and suffocation made them open their mouths wide, but they found that they could not breathe.

Father Sine, who was seriously wounded, sat weakly on the ground, and said with a wry smile on his pale face: "His wrath is still coming. ”

This kind of strange wind is not something that ordinary mysteries can reach.

There is only one being who can produce this power, the one who sits on the throne of the sky.

The wind tossed Suge's pitch-black air, causing the feathers of his wings to rise and fall.

The strange power even caused problems with the conduction of the aftermath of Suge's evening bell, and the circular ripples turned into a broken crescent moon.

For the first time in a long time, the power of his evening bell was suppressed.

There is no wrath of God, it is just the aftermath of His awakening. Suge knew a lot about the gods, and he could faintly feel the truth in this wind.

The King of the Yellow Cloth, who descended with Myra as a vessel using the Unified Sacrifice, absorbed all the believers and became one.

In other words, these dependents, these yellow-robed people are all part of his body, and they are the tentacles that extend from his divine body.

Those insignificant low-level dependents didn't matter to him, just a dispensable fluff on his tentacles.

This yellow-robed man with the tentacles of the main trunk is very important.

Su Ge now broke one of the tentacles, and his body that felt the pain naturally reacted.

The reaction was like a sleeping human turning over.

However, this random turn is indeed a terrifying disaster that destroys the world for human beings.

The hot and viscous wind is the most terrifying disaster for all of humanity.

The wind blew away the fog beneath Sugbu, exposing everyone behind him.

Even this wind can be transmitted through the line of sight, in an eerie dimension, from the sight of those who look at it.

Ahh......hhh

With the screams that rang out continuously around the darkness, the eyes of those peeping mysteries were instantly melted by the strange wind, turning into two bloody blood holes.

Even the aftermath of the wind began to quickly absorb the moisture from their heads.

In barely three seconds, their heads looked like they were dozens of years old, full of shriveled wrinkles.

The miserable screams were followed by no aftermath of groaning, and no one knew whether the peepers were alive or dead.

Luckily for Sock, he escaped.

In his place died a piece of flesh that could writhe on its own.

It was a gift from a ruler he had met by chance.

This piece of meat is processed by special methods, wriggling life. After sacrificing at a critical moment, you can awaken the powerful power of one person and avoid death once.

Although he was not dead, he was also sitting on the ground in shock, his face pale.

The flesh in front of him had turned into a puddle of blood, and then it was quickly evaporated by some kind of heat, turning into a dry blood stain.

Not only that, but his spiritual vision also increased by three points, reaching the very dangerous boundary of 80 points.

One step forward, he will face the horror of flipping.

His trembling palms slowly rested on the black notebook, his face was extremely pale, and his eyes were full of horror.

He knew that if he looked at it again, it would definitely be a life and a death.

But he still wanted to see that he was a witness, a witness to all the secrets.

This is his persistence as a mystic, and his pride in inheriting this occult profession.

"From ancient times to the present, none of the witnesses died well, and the contents of this notebook have been passed down through the lives and dedication of countless people. ”

Thinking of this, Sok forcibly calmed himself down, got up from the ground with difficulty, and looked at it again with the determination of mortality.

The moment he looked at it, his eyes instantly turned a strange gray, and there seemed to be countless bubbles and lights in them, as if they had been infected and assimilated by some indescribable existence.

"It's going to be my life, it's going to be my everything. Sock muttered expressionlessly.

Su Ge, who was facing this terrifying kamikaze head-on, was also a little surprised, or at a loss.

Because he felt that he seemed to be different at this moment.

It's not that he is suppressed by something, but as if something has liberated him, which makes him feel unprecedentedly powerful.

Let's rewind the clock to a minute ago.

Encountering this divine wind head-on, the face under the hood of Suge, who was directly crushed by it, did not have any fear.

He could feel the wind eating away at his body as if his body had been caught in a myriad of insect swarms and was rapidly dying.

However, he was not frightened, he did not turn his head, and his fog did not completely dissipate, which meant that these clergy did not die directly.

"In that case, let's get acquainted again, King of the Yellow Coat. Suge reached out and put it in his arms, holding the cold technique.

This technique allows him to have the power to confront the gods head-on.

However, just as he was about to activate the spell, a mutation occurred.

At this moment, the fog he created was about to be blown away by this hot wind, and even the body of the god of death was on the verge of collapse.

However, at this time, a large amount of mist appeared in his body again.

The fog was still pale blue, but both in number and in concentration, it reached a terrifying level.

In an instant, the thick fog had spread throughout the square, and all the fog was completely connected to itself, achieving complete control and resisting the hot wind.

"What's going on?" Suge was a little dazed, and after looking around, he noticed that something was wrong.

At this moment, the cold heart, which has been beating very slowly, has actually reached a normal level at this time, and it seems that it has suffered some kind of stimulation and entered a state of excitement.

"What kind of secret is in this heart?" Suge was full of doubts.

From the time of crossing to the present, the presence of the Ice Heart is not high, but it is indeed the key to his entire otherworldly life from the very beginning to the present.

Poof!

The heart of the ice beat vigorously and rhythmically, and from it slowly flowed out some mysterious beings that Su Ge could not understand or perceive.

Su Ge faintly felt that under the influence of those strange things, his spirit and his body had been greatly extended.

In a trance, Suge heard a strange cooing sound in his ears, and then the sound turned into a thick bell sound.

"Are you willing to give me your knowledge?" In a trance, Suge felt a very long will.

It wasn't sound, it wasn't words, it was a direct communication of the will, far beyond the human level.

"Of course!" replied not by will, but by voice.

The voice was deep and heavy, full of a magnetism that made people want to bow down after listening to it.

The voice had never been heard once, but Suge had an indescribable familiarity.

Because the sound is almost exactly the same as the sound of the evening bell.

It can even be said that the amplitude and fluctuation of the evening bell today are imitating the sound of this existence.

The voice does not know men and women, and it can't distinguish between old and young, which is indescribable and impossible to imitate.

In a trance, Suge continued to hear the sacred voice like a bell in his ears.

"It has been with the evening bell for countless years, and now I know that this is one of the seven Holy Grails. ”

"Evening Bell, Holy Grail!?" Suge felt his will blur and his mind blocked, as if it had all left him, making him uncontrollable.

"The seven origins are also the seven doors. The cycle has been countless years, and you have become a god, but the dream is still there, surrounded by wild beasts. "The indescribable will reappeared.

"Break the dynasty that will never die, sweep away the blood stains of the world, exterminate countless families, sit on hundreds of millions of dead souls, the throne of corpses and bones has supported the sky, and the abyss also worships my feet. Unexpectedly, the final end was so boring and meaningless. The voice came again, the majestic and divine voice of the voice.

"You can pass on your knowledge, everything you have with me. There is no problem with one failure, two failures, the power of our waiting can be passed on until it accumulates to a suitable person, then everything will wake up, and this endless cycle will usher in the sunrise because of the awakening of the world. ”

"The world lacks a heart, and He can't wake up. The voice came again.

"Then we will forge a heart, a heart of the world, which can resist all beasts, can connect countless worlds, can accommodate all the doors, all the hearts of the world. ”

"Is it possible?"

"The Otherworldly Gate has been opened, and the two God-Kings have been summoned to this place. All the causes, all the effects, all the doors have been prepared, and what we need now is a heart, a heart that none of us can guess. ”

"If that's the case, then it's kind of interesting, hahaha......"

Finally, it ended with the indescribable loud laughter of that one's voice.

This time, Suge was not as muddy as before, he heard it very clearly, and remembered it very clearly.

It was as if these two voices were meant to be spoken to him.

Plop! Plop!

After regaining his will, Suge found that his heart was beating extremely loudly, and bursts of strange gray light appeared from the mist, and then quickly condensed.

The terrifying heat continued, and the ground and trees around the square had completely melted and turned into muddy mud.

However, a pale blue mist that glowed gray was unaffected.

At this time, the fog seemed to be boiling, and the surface continued to fluctuate, as if it was covered by countless boiling bubbles.

At this moment, everyone feels the blurring of their own existence, and all time and space become distorted, as if to herald the arrival of some terrifying existence.

I don't know how much time has passed, and Suge's body appears above the mist in the form of a human, surrounded by countless bubbles of mist that glow gray.

These bubbles are constantly wriggling and condensing.

In an instant, these misty rays of light formed a strange giant eye.

This eye, with Suge's body as its pupil, exudes indescribable distortion and depth.

Suge lay in the middle, and it felt countless indescribable beings rushing through its body, countless energies that he could not grasp and describe were injected into his body through this eye.

At this moment, everything about him seemed to be crushed, and it became a catharsis for energy.

At this time, he is a cannon barrel, and countless energies are injected into it, which will release a terrifying shelling.

The Ice Heart was beating faster, and at the same time, Su Ge heard this clicking sound in his ears, as if the ice of the Ice Heart was rapidly breaking.

In the next second, everything in Su Ge's body was filled with that strange light.

He stared up at the space with wide eyes, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Now, get out of here!"