The havoc didn't just destroy Snexes.

The teleportation arrays across the continent flickered, and some of the messengers delivering the news were themselves colored.

People gradually learned that the huge earthquake almost changed the pattern of the continent of Elnia and brought a catastrophe greater than the earthquake, the island sank, the land was torn apart, the elven sky island was blown away for dozens of kilometers and shattered into three pieces due to the violent shock and sank seriously, the volcanoes everywhere continued to gush out red magma like vomiting blood, the tsunami engulfed countless coastal cities, and suddenly exploded and caught fire somewhere, and the temples that could have generated enchantments to protect people after the natural disaster did not generate anything.

The temple did not play any role.

In fact, it was soon discovered that something even more terrifying than the absence of barrier protection - the temple, which would not be damaged as long as the gods existed, was gradually disintegrating like ordinary buildings after the Catastrophe.

Even if the idols of the gods of the various clans still stood in the ruins of the temple, the snaking upward rift foreshadowed its fate of eventually shattering into a pile of stones.

The sky was still gray, and the dust was falling on every inch of the continent's accessible surface.

The surviving priesthood is hurrying to repair the altar, the teleportation arrays everywhere and heal the injured who came to ask for help, and constantly try to communicate with the gods, but everything is in vain, the altar has just been restored, and there will be cracks immediately, only the teleportation array that contacts the divine envoy has no reaction after repairing, and the connection with the gods is like a stone being thrown into a bottomless pit, and there is no echo at all.

The wounded were constantly being sent to the temple, and more and more people found anomalies, and despair spread faster than a hurricane.

In Snonick, the capital of the Terrans, the elderly Pope sat feebly on the steps of the wreckage of the temple, his magic power was exhausted, and he might not even be able to heal the stab wounds of wooden thorns now. The Pope reached out and picked up some of the white powder that was still falling, it was so dense that it affected the vision like fog, and it was hard to define what it was, neither cold nor melting, white and alarming.

He looked back at the dying guard lying behind him, the old man who had been guarding him for nearly 30 years, the poor man's right side was pressed as thin as paper by the boulder below his ribs, and he couldn't even bleed.

For a moment, he felt that he was not even as good as ordinary people, he wanted to help his old friend who was struggling between life and death to relieve the pain, even if he said something, but in fact he was a very boring person, he had dedicated his life to the Protoss, except for the temple, except for the gods, he knew nothing about many things. "This is the snow of collapse, Atari. Do you still remember when you were a child, peeking at the Alasko scriptures, the snow of collapse, the white of late spring, not freezing or melting? ”

The guard, who could only lie down, could not speak, only turned his head to look at him, but his gaze did not seem to settle.

"I've saved a lot of people in my life, but I don't even know them. The Pope smiled helplessly, and drew the guard's waist knife, "But I have never been able to save anyone I know, Atari, say hello to Liz for me." ”

The guard smiled and patted the back of the knife that had stabbed him in the chest, and closed his eyes peacefully.

The red-robed oracle quietly walked out of the darkness, and unlike in the morning, a small baby was wrapped in his arms. He watched the Pope sit stiffly next to the corpse, and said in a calm tone, "As a Pope, you shouldn't do this kind of hand. ”

The aged pope didn't look back, but only asked, "Has God forsaken the continent?"

The oracle was silent for a few moments before replying "no", and then he walked towards the old Pope as if he had made up his mind.

"You didn't behave properly just now, but it doesn't matter if you're decent or not. He walked straight up to the old Pope and crouched down, they all had more important things to do, so he only said a few words of comfort that could barely be counted, revealing the little face of the baby in his arms.

"The pope of the human race, it should be Krent, right, you are Krent, right?" The old pope looked at the baby and then looked at the oracle who was squatting in front of him regardless of his identity, and nodded in some surprise.

"The last time we met, you were a godson, and you weren't up to your waist. The oracle looked at the puzzled Clente, knowing that he needed more explanation, "I'm not an oracle of the human race, and my identity doesn't matter anymore, you can call me... Neil. He smacked his lips and pondered what to say before continuing.

"Listen, Krent, we don't have much time, this child will restore the true protection of God to the continent in the future, only this child can." The oracle handed the child over to the Pope, and spread out his right hand, and around the slender wound in his palm was a circle of dark red polyps with evil hearts, and he agitated at once.

There was not much information, but the old Terran Pope, who had just experienced a serious disaster, couldn't turn his mind for a while, and his mouth opened and closed, not knowing which question to ask in his mind first.