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Hearing the sound of footsteps, Shou Gucheng slowly opened his eyes, saw Sikong's pale face, and said, "Your injuries are serious again." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Sikong smiled reluctantly, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the holy sword and the thorn staff. The coolness at his wrist vanished, and the fire poison swam through his body, causing his skin to crack and open, and the burning heat came, as if the blood was about to evaporate.

Before leaving, Master Su Ming gave him a fire tattoo, which allowed him to use his spiritual domain five times.

Just now, he seemed to be moving with a thought, all kinds of spells at his fingertips, and the eight imperial heroes were buried by him in a single thought, and he had no power to resist.

In fact, he used another opportunity to make his spiritual domain value as high as 30 points full of water, and then after the amplification of the Thorn Staff, this is such a terrifying record.

In just a few days, he used four chances, which is enough to prove the hardship of this game, if he does not have the strength to beat the crowd, he will only die without even bones left.

Even so, by now he is close to running out of oil and his injuries have recurred.

Without the help of other competitors, he would not survive for a few days.

'Whoosh! ’

With a movement of his fingers, Shou Gucheng popped out an object and came towards Sikong.

And then, and then Sikong didn't catch it.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

This time, in order to hide his embarrassment, Sikong pretended to cover his mouth and coughed calmly, so he pretended to bend down and pick up this thing.

It's a drop of blood.

But the color is a little dull, as if it has been stumbling for countless years, witnessing the end of prosperity. The blood fell into the yellow sand, but it still maintained the shape of a droplet of free fall, not sticking to a single yellow sand.

Start, the stress program of this competition was activated, and a message poured into Sikong's heart.

'The Blood of Christ, the only relic found in Middle-earth by the time travelers of our empire. Yahweh, the last true god of Middle-earth, was injured in the Last God War, and after a billion years of erosion, there is not a single divine power left.

The contest divides the blood of Christ into thirty-six drops, and the effects that have been discovered so far are: the true kingdom of God, which can project the state acting on the spiritual body into the real body; Superior catalyst for cell division. Other functions are for the contestants to explore on their own.

The true kingdom of God! Projection to the real body!

Sikong's breathing became heavy, and he held the drop of Christ's blood tightly in his palm, and his palms were covered with slippery sweat because of his excitement.

What does this mean, it means that he can really heal and even practice in this competition!

Originally, this competition was built on the spiritual illusion of the second world, and everyone's strength and state were just projections of the real body.

Even if he can heal his injuries, at most he can borrow Middle-earth's medicine to restore the state he was in when he first entered the game.

This is also why Sikong would refuse Fire Dance's kindness to let the dragon grammarian heal him, after all, his injuries are reflected from the mirror image of reality, and if the injury is not good in reality, he will not be able to recover to his peak for a day.

Guarding the lonely city to Sikong was moved, knowing that he also understood the role of the blood of Christ, and said, "The purple-clothed one is called Evan. Ten years ago, it was only a one-dimensional mid-level cultivation, but it was a blessing from heaven, and a drop of Christ's blood smashed directly into his face. ”

Since then, he has become a dragon who has crossed the river and is out of control. In ten years, other people's cultivation could only stand still, but he used the resources of Middle-earth to sing all the way, and in ten years he cultivated to the peak of one dimension. ”

Of course, when he died, the Blood of Christ was stripped of itself. even absorbed the energy of his whole body to replenish the divine power in the precious blood, it seems that a billion years of changes, this precious blood gave birth to evil nature. Whether you use it or not, it's up to you. ”

Hearing this, Sikong smiled strangely, and the hand that held the blood of Christ tightly did not let go at all.

Evil?

The evil nature of a dead thing, could it be that it is even more evil than him?!

Suddenly, Sikong frowned, his heart settled from ecstasy, and said, "Christ? Isn't this a very powerful religion in the heavens and all the worlds? Jah? Could it be ......"

"That's right."

Shou Gucheng nodded: "This Middle-earth world, which was destroyed a billion years ago, is the mother civilization of all Western magical worlds. ”

Hearing this, Sikong's fingers subconsciously tapped on the staff of thorns, and said, "Therefore, Yahweh is the victor of this battle of the gods, or rather, the last survivor of the civilization of Middle-earth. ”

The end of the Middle-earth world experienced by Sikong and others has long been doomed, and all traces have been erased by the end times.

Only a powerful empire can deduce the past appearance of Middle-earth from the clues, and even peek into the corner of history.

Those magical civilizations with exotic styles, swords and magic, knights and dragons, are actually the flames of civilization spilled by Yahweh, derived from Middle-earth.

Among them, there is a deep meaning.

It is no wonder that the Imperial Education Bureau will use Middle-earth as the background of the competition, I am afraid that it also wants these teenagers to feel the mystery of cosmic civilization, understand the path of civilization, and the truth of history.

Shou Gucheng followed the string of footprints, step by step out of the yellow sand, his face was wooden, and he clenched the hilt of his sword, but his words revealed the wisdom of being well-informed and knowledgeable.

Jehovah is the last true God born of Middle-earth, and the weakest. But he rose to prominence in the War of the Gods, devouring his eight brothers and sisters. Combining nine abilities, such as magic, power, creation, and prophety, he became the only true god who knew and was omnipotent. ”

"It has become one of the most powerful enemies of my imperial civilization."

Enemies of the Empire?

Hearing this, his expression remained unchanged, he extracted his memory, and turned to wonder: "In the covenant, Christ is the Son of the Lord, crucified and raised again on the third day. But how did the blood of Christ come from Jehovah? ”

"Heh......"

Shou Gucheng came to Sikong's side, and suddenly stared at the snake-shaped jade pendant hanging on Sikong's little finger, and subconsciously said-

"Christ and Jehovah are one flesh. In Western civilization, those so-called true gods, in the eyes of our imperial civilization, are just high-dimensional visitors, but due to dimensional rules, they cannot really appear in our three-dimensional space. ”

That's why there are miracles that are illusory and do not see the true face. Christ is nothing but Jehovah's messenger in three dimensions, conveying his will. ”

Under the fiery gaze of Shou Gucheng, Sikong was uncomfortable, and threw out the snake pattern: "Here you go." ”

Shou Gucheng's fingers were in the shape of a sword, and he quickly grabbed the snake kiss, and Mu Ne's face appeared with a smile like a child, and he turned the snake pattern over and over.

"Therefore, the ultimate goal of your godskilling is to kill the Lord."

Thinking of this, Sikong's blood boiled, it seemed that he was a curious person in his bones, and he had always preferred to take unusual and dangerous paths.

The mediocrity of cultivating immortals for nine years blocked his nature like a dam, and at this moment it was surging, becoming more and more uncontrollable, and he became a flood beast.

"Oh no. That's what they're for, and I'm ......"

Shou Gucheng seemed to have only three points of heat for this serpentine dagger, and at this moment, he threw it to Sikong in a boring way, but his eyes were staring at the holy sword, and he said word by word: "Kill Middle-earth." ”

Kill Middle-earth!

Kill the mother who gave birth to the true god, and bury them all!

Sikong's whole person was on fire, Shou Gucheng is worthy of being a psychopath like Qianqian, his brain is big, and his thinking is wide!

It's a perfect fit!

Sensing the fiery gaze of Shou Gucheng, Sikong blocked the holy sword behind him, gritted his teeth and replied: "This thing can't be given to you."

"Give it to me."

"Don't give it!"

Suddenly, wisps of murderous intent were permeated, and the sharpness of the sword path was even more looming, and the faces of the two sank at the same time.

'Coax! ’

In an instant, the yellow sand was rolling, the dust was monstrous, the sword light and magic were intertwined, and the screams and curses of the street were heard far away......