Terrible wails, and howls that seemed to come from hell, echoed throughout the temple, black resentment, wisps of resentment, converging from all directions.

In the temple of the glorious god, the priest held the solid wood scepter inlaid with an unknown red gem at the end, and recited the chapter in praise of the god diligently, and the rich white light on his body echoed with the faith power accumulated by the entire temple for decades, blocking the black qi and supporting a pure land.

Behind him were more than thirty languishing priests, dressed in white robes similar to those of him, with the sun and moon on their chests.

In this era when the gods were in eternal sleep, almost all the priests had gained from the gods were greatly declining, and except for a few gods who had awakened their divinity, only the high priests, who were extremely pious and practiced the teachings of the glorious and only appearances all their lives, had no connection with the gods.

Even so, he is only a mortal after all, and he can only barely maintain the situation by relying on divine grace, maintaining the inner part of the temple from being polluted and degraded by sin, and he is really powerless to want more.

"O great god Amun, is this time also coming to an end?"

Tears wet the white robe·······

The vast temple was filled with suppressed choking sounds.

Without looking back, he knew that it wasn't just him, everyone was crying.

The earth is dying, the plants are withering, and the water is becoming foul and smelling·······

Inside the tomb, the dead staggered up, looking for the living to take revenge, and the souls of the dead who wandered in the world and could not go to the underworld to rest in peace were full of resentment towards the living······

The clear sky was reddened by the burning fire, red clouds everywhere, and the city was plunged into irreparable turmoil·······

The sun and the moon fought each other, the stars fell from the sky, and it was a fierce war between the gods, and the loser was forced to fall into the earth, and then he was entangled in the sins accumulated over thousands of years, and either fell or degenerated into a cannibalistic demon god······

Hundreds of city-states fell one after another, and in the end, even the greatest creator, the god Amun, could not hold it anymore, and from the sky, turned into the most magnificent comet, and fell to the earth—

"God—"

The high priest was the first to sense that his god had fallen·········

This is the end of the dream·······

············

Early in the morning, in the temple of incense, the high priest who had prayed all night woke up groggy, and overnight, receiving too much information that caused him to have a headache.

After a long time, he reacted, and suddenly knelt down excitedly in front of the blue tanuki statue more than three meters high, choking up.

"God, is this your revelation to me?"

"Yes."

A round, blue upright walking tanuki appeared in front of him, and the great priest immediately lowered his head deeply, touched the cold stone slab with his forehead, and said in a loud voice:

"God, save this city, be merciful·······"

"I can't save the world."

It was still the same metallic magnetic voice, cold and rigid, but with an indescribable majesty.

"The end of each epoch is actually the result of the concentrated outbreak of sins that accumulate to the point of no return."

"All animals, plants, people, and gods must face reckoning at this time, especially gods, who are too guilty to sustain it, or degenerate into demon gods, or fall on the spot."

"Only by surviving this period and cleansing most of the sins can we enter the next era."

"Again and again, over and over again, and over and over again, this is the cycle of the world."

Then, with a change of voice, he said:

"It's been the norm for centuries."

"But this time it's different········"

Sighing humanely, the blue tanuki said:

"I lost, and now I'm gone, and all you see is the remnants of me staying here, which looks the same as ever, and is actually depleting every moment."

"As the Creator, I lost to the Creator of another world, and now, the whole world has been swallowed up, and it has ······ There's no next era! ”

The high priest took a few steps on his knees, "dong dong" a few times, and his forehead slammed heavily on the stone slab, and the bloody breath spread.

Ignoring the blood left on his head, the high priest, who had reached middle age but remained young under the maintenance of divine power, pleaded with tears in his eyes:

"The Great Creator, the Pioneer of Heaven and Earth, the Great One······ Show a way for your people who believe in you·····"

"Alas········"

The blue tanuki was about to say something, when suddenly the scene was distorted, and then an indescribably distorted, blasphemous voice was heard:

"—In the mansion of Lalaieh, the sleeping elder waits for you to fall asleep······"

Hearing this voice, the high priest immediately understood what it meant.

"Damn, you lunatics again—"

The blue tanuki's complexion changed dramatically, and its whole body emitted blazing fire.

He hurriedly said:

"You must tell them that sins are not endless and not terrible, do not run away, have the courage to bear them, do your best to pay for them, and you must atone for them in order to ·······"

The next moment, the dream shattered again.

"Ahh········hh

The high priest sat up straight on the straw-covered stone bed, panting, and on his forehead, large drops of sweat ran down his skin.

The things in the dream have been forgotten.

Especially in the second half of the dream, he came into contact with the blasphemy that ordinary things could not touch, causing the dream that could have been recalled to become fragmented.

Even if the high priest has obtained divinity, he is not a god after all, and he is not immune to spiritual pollution at the level of gods, so he can only subconsciously forget about the relevant parts.

"It was as if I had received a revelation from the god Amun and had seen the future in a dream····· However, later, I can't remember the aftermath? ”

Sitting on the bed, covering his head with his hands, the High Priest painfully recalled the oracle of the second half of the dream.

"I can't think about it at all, and when I think about it, I feel terrible danger······ It's like the one that angered the moon god once. ”

After several attempts to no avail, the high priest looked at the moonlight shining through the window, and his face turned straight and he thought of something.

"Only God Can Interfere with God'·······"

He lowered his head and looked at his hands, a little distorted shadow, slowly climbing up the back of his hand, slowly connecting to form a Cthulhu emblem, followed by the strange blasphemy of "In Lalaye's mansion, the sleeping Cthulhu waits for you to dream".

"Hmph-"

With a cold snort, golden light flashed from inside his body, carrying the breath of the sun, justice, light, and supremeness, burning this distorted shadow into nothingness.

"This is a divine war, is the god Amun also in the divine war?"

"A twisted divine power that we have never felt before, is this the crisis we are facing?"

I never felt anxious before.