Chapter 130: Imperial God-Killing Alliance

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Then it disappeared in an orderly manner.

Celtis watched as the fire dragon rose into the sky, a pair of fleshy wings covering the sky and the sun, and even more magma bubbling on the scale armor below him, and the fire dragon flew rapidly, carrying the two of them away.

"The first fallen true god is actually the true god of Moro?

Celtice muttered to himself, and suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he asked the Nietzsche beside him, "Hey, where did you meet that man?" ”

Nietzsche's heart tightened, and he seemed a little cramped and uneasy.

Although they are also residents of St. Ann's Castle, they are only fireflies compared to the dragons and phoenixes of people like Celtis, and they have only looked up to Celtis's beauty from afar in the war.

At this time, Nietzsche quickly replied: "In the middle of the hundred thousand wildernesses, in the ruins of a temple ten miles north of the twilight forest. ”

Hearing this, Celtis's face became a little weird.

This twilight forest is not far from St. Ann's Castle, and he Keldis even went deep into the twilight forest several times in order to practice swords, but he did not encounter this so-called temple ruins at all.

There's no need for Nietzsche to lie, so ......

Looking at the cloudless sky, Celtis smiled coldly: "This is fate......"

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Sitting on the fire dragon, occasionally a wisp of jet black and bright, and with a quiet orchid-scented hair, swept across the bronze mask.

It is born from the heart, and the fragrance of this orchid seems to have been brought to Middle-earth with the heart of the fire dance.

"I know you're jealous of me, but you know, I have no ill will."

Huo Wu sat in the front, and the loose big red dress couldn't hide her hot and seductive figure.

The fire dragon shuttled through the blue sky and white clouds, and the horns full of complex spiral patterns emitted a faint blue light, which fixed the wind and dust.

Sikong was silent, looking down at the small mountains like mud pills, and occasionally on the top of the mountains, there was still a towering castle.

"You have obtained the Angel's Tears, and you are eligible to participate in the God-killing War."

Seeing that Sikong didn't answer, Huo Wu shook his head with a wry smile, but instead threw out the terrifying news.

Killing gods?

Behind the bronze mask, Sikong's eyes were bright and shining, and he asked for the first time, "Do you want to?" ”

Fire Dance nodded, "That's right, Godkiller." It was one of the plans that those who came to the Emperor Star came up with, and it has now been finalized. ”

"The civilization of Middle-earth has long since disappeared, and everyone will surely die. At this time, if you want to live longer and win the crown, the only way to kill the gods is to kill the gods! Only by plundering the luck of the gods can it be possible to break free from the mortal mortal death. ”

"Therefore, all the outstanding people who are in charge of a city, the sacrifices that have obtained sacred things, and even the excellent hunters are qualified to participate in the next battle to kill the gods."

Hearing this, Sikong under the dragon-patterned armor trembled all over his body and clenched his fists.

Not because he was afraid, but because his blood was tumbling, surging so much that his veins were burning!

Not only because he was about to kill the gods, but also because he had met many equally bold and rebellious lords!

It is worthy of the imperial civilization, even if it is a one-dimensional cultivator, it is a group of tigers and wolves, and there is no fear of the strong. Even the gods dare to pull them down from the altar and replace them!

coincides with Sikong's thoughts.

Emperor Star? That empire is a prosperous civilization that brings together the entire starry planet?

Even if it's just a game, killing them should make the empire feel distressed......

Together, the murderous intent can no longer be stopped, and there is a piercing coldness in Sikong's heart, giving birth to a killing machine.

Suddenly, Sikong thought of Fang Cai's falling divine light, and his eyebrows were suspicious: "The true god has fallen, why do you only see the divine light and not the body?" ”

Hearing this, Huo Wu let out a sigh of surprise and looked back at Sikong behind the bronze mask, as if wondering why the other party didn't even know this.

Still, she explained, "God has no body in eternal life. According to our imperial civilization, they are not three-dimensional beings, but consciousness bodies that are above the fourth dimension or above. ”

"Conceived from Middle-earth, it has no substance. Only after the fall will the corpses appear in the three-dimensional world. The true god of Morch is the god of the elements, the source of magic in Middle-earth. ”

"Only after he falls and reveals his remains can we kill the gods and kill him!"

Fall to kill him?

Step by step, step by step, missing the ten-year competition, like a blind eye, almost no initiative at all, as a result, Huo Wu's explanation became more and more confused.

"We're ......"

Suddenly, the dragon lowered its wings, kicked up a sky of dust, and fell into a canyon.

In the canyon, first-class glaciers flowed out, like rainbows, and actually fell into the canyon from the depths of the sky.

The glacier has been sealed for thousands of years, covered with solid ice and exudes a cold air.

Inside the glacier, there is a magnificent temple, which is huge in scale and row upon row, sleeping in the depths of the glacier and isolated from the world.

It's just that it seems that due to the fall of the true god, the divine light shines on the glacier, causing most of the glacier to melt, and the river is flowing with cold water to the bone.

The temple in the glacier woke up from its slumber, and a faint light turned from darkness to light, appearing on a statue in the center of the temple.

The lines of the statue are ingenious, without a single blemish, carved by nature's own hands.

The statue's face is smiling, and the love is rich into water, but there is a faint majesty flowing between the eyebrows.

A robe, even if it is made of stone, still gives people the illusion of fluttering.

In the statue's hand, he also held a supreme jade staff, and the holy light emitted from it.

Fire Dance rolled over and jumped off the back of the fire dragon that was more than ten meters away.

And Sikong got up with the rusty sword pestle, grabbed the iron saddle of the fire dragon, and climbed down slowly, only then did he raise his eyes and find that many people had arrived before them.

Everyone is a stunning and decisive man, whether it is the count of the castle, or the sacred sacrifice, or the murderer who slaughtered thousands of people.

After ten years of blood baptism, Puyu has taken shape and revealed its beauty.

Among them, there is also the pride of heaven from Emperor Xing, who first proposed the god-killing plan.

The sky falls into it, inconspicuous.

Of course, there are many others like Celtis, who are still on their way or in other parts of the process of killing gods.

After all, the last thing the empire lacks is genius.

Seeing Sikong's appearance as a Templar, many people smiled a little strangely, and quietly looked at the person standing alone in the corner of the glacier.

The man was a little silent, holding a wooden sword in both hands, and his clothes were white and washed in sackcloth.

On the face, there was a shallow wound that went straight from the jaw to the neck, which seemed to tell of a dangerous battle.

At his cuff, a redbud was pinned.

"Our God has decreed that He will be resurrected on the second day of the morning light and born new from the decaying remains. From then on, he will be thrown into the arms of the true god of Jialandi. ”

Suddenly, from the church of the temple, a cardinal, holding the blood-stained code in his hand, looked at his feet, and looked very religious.