The three-headed dog bit violently and pulled the soldier's body, his mouth coughing up red blood uncontrollably, and he frantically recalled the scene of the young soldier running away in panic just now.

The soldier closed his eyes wearily and replied in his mind:

'Take it, take it... My most precious thing! ’

'Did you say yes?' What is your offering? What is your wish? The unknown voice asked again.

'Yes, I promise you, whether you are a god or a demon, take it... Take it all...' Tears flowed down the soldier's eyes, and he responded:

'My sacrifice is my only relative, my brother—'

'My wish is just to live...'

'Undertake the arrangement of the existence of all and then declare it, and the ceremony is achieved——! ’

As soon as the sound of nothingness fell, a clear sky in Windham began to gather dense dark clouds in a short time, obscuring the brilliant sunlight and darkening the entire land.

A young and pretty girl in the royal courtyard of Wyndam turned her gaze away from the blooming flowers, looked up at the sky, and was amazed at such a sudden change, and the maid next to her persuaded:

"Princess Charlotte, the weather is changing, let's go back to the palace first"

To the east of the Circle of the Dharma, there was a thriving Kusha Empire, and in a room of the court, a slender old man sat on a comfortable cushion and swirled his hands with the crystal ball on the low table in front of him.

He looked at the crystal ball that appeared in the dark clouds with great energy, and kept muttering, "This is something that has never appeared in the prophecy, what is the matter?" Do you want to inform the Emperor? But the palace coup has only been around for a long time, and maybe it's not time yet..."

To the west of the Son of the Sea God's Son of the Guilty Tower, to the east of the port trading city of Balidanis, in the dense vast forest, there is a house made of huge trees, and in the flower house, the skeleton knight is talking to the witch Flora, and suddenly his heart is strange, and he looks up in the direction of Wendam.

The witch Flora closed her eyes, sensed for a moment, and spoke:

"This breath, it's him!"

The Skeleton Knight immediately stood up from his chair, his eyes lit up with scarlet, and he roared:

"Yes!"

The witch Flora looked at the skeleton knight worriedly, and said sadly:

"I didn't expect that for so many years, this kind of thing has just happened"

"It's supposed to be those people"

The skeleton knight unexpectedly thought of Song Jing and the others, hesitated to bow his head and think for a moment, without saying more, silently pulled out his sword, opened his mouth and put it into his mouth, only the hilt of the sword remained.

In the unknown dark area of the Netherworld, the thumb of the Hand of God, known as the archangel Potter, immediately opened his eyes, and the perspective of the reflection in the pupil rose from the Wyndam Prison, completely enveloping the entire Wyndham, at this time, the dark clouds that covered the sky began to center on the Wyndam Prison, slowly rotating, and a tornado that reached the sky stretched out from the dark clouds in the sky like the claws of a giant hand.

At the beginning of the ceremony, Zod suddenly burst out with the momentum of a prehistoric beast, which made everyone around the Eagle Regiment tremble, and only the teenager-like Gus double-wielded big sword, juxtaposed with Griffith next to him, waiting to prevent Zod's sneak attack.

Behind Zod, Abayne suddenly pulled out his arrow, put on the magic bow, and turned to the bunker where Song Jing and them were, only the white pupils of his eyes quickly locked on his gaze.

"As for us..."

Before the words were finished, Huang Shurong's urgent call on the team channel interrupted Song Jing's words:

"There is a condition in the Great Prison of Wyndam, it seems that it should be the demon slaying ritual of the new apostle!"

The sunlight seemed to be swallowed by an invisible evil thing, the room suddenly dimmed, everyone's faces changed, and Shan Jian looked at his glasses, his eyes constricted, and he was about to speak.

Song Jing stood up abruptly and shouted in the team channel and room:

"At this point, Alex teleported, let's go—"

Bang –

An ordinary-sized black arrow shot in through the window, and the arrow sank deep into the wall on the other side, and Shan Jian leaned down to dodge Abain's attack in advance, and shouted loudly:

"The Apostles are coming—"

The Great Prison of Wyndam, unconsciously, a deep darkness enveloped the entire prison, as if the entire huge building had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, and everyone or everything was cut off from the present world.

A thick black mist suddenly appeared from the darkness everywhere, and along the path, it pounced on the soldiers who had traded with the Hand of God before, surrounding them, and the soldiers suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

The Egg Apostle leaned down the aisle respectfully, as if worshipping the air, and the pale red Behelet's messy features on his limbs had formed a human face, and it opened its mouth to cry out frantically and silently, and its eyes flowed thick bloody tears.

Suddenly, a tall figure in a cloak appeared out of thin air in the middle of the aisle, with his bare brain, his eyes stitched and closed, his lips turned out in a five-star shape, nailed to his face, his teeth exposed, and his face as thin and terrifying as a skeleton.

This is the existence of the first hand of God, Potter, who is revered as the archangel, and Song Jing, who has always feared them.

He looked at the soldier wrapped in the mist below, raised his right hand and held it weakly, and a suspended light appeared in his hand, and then the light exploded with a thud and flew towards the passage next to it.

Archangel Potter ruthlessly said:

"Sacrifice to the Supreme Being!"

At the same time, the soldier who had abandoned his brother was fleeing in a panic in the torch-lined passageway, sweating profusely and muttering, "What's the matter? Why can't you get out of here? It's a dream, right? It's a nightmare, right? Wake up! ”

A loud light suddenly passed over him from behind him, slammed into the middle of his forehead, and the pain of the wound entered his mind, and the spiral pillar, which vaguely represented the imprint of the gods of this world, appeared clearly on his forehead.

Before he could understand anything, blood spilled out of the cracks of the brand, and a violent burning sensation spread from the brand, and he looked at the darkness in the tunnel opposite with wide eyes and disbelief, and said tremblingly, "Fake! Help, O God..."

Before he could finish speaking, a multitude of misshapen and ugly monsters emerged from the darkness and pounced on him, the blood that bloomed on the walls announced the soldier's ultimate fate.

Archangel Potter's eyes seemed to have crossed many obstacles, watching the death of the sacrificial soldiers, and then he turned his gaze to the tornado outside the other dimension, Huang Shurong stood in front of the portal with his sword, and the dead soldiers next to him continued to disperse in all directions, blending into Whindam.

In downtown Wendam, in the square outside the gorgeous and magnificent cathedral, Huang Shurong carried the Han sword, looking at the huge tornado hanging from the sky in the distance, his face turned sharply, and he heard the urgent call of Yushan Jian in the team channel, and turned around and prepared to step into the portal.

As soon as he turned around, he found the extreme anomaly, the area around this portal no longer emitted orange sparks, and the scene inside the door was originally the scene of the Earl's Field, but now it was as black as ink, like an endless abyss devouring all light, preventing all prying eyes, exuding a strong ominous aura.

And Alexander, who was far away in the earl's schoolyard, put down his hands with an ugly face, and immediately cut off the supply of magic power in his body, but the same portal in front of him as Huang Shurong did not disappear.