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They all look like cardinals, holding blood-stained codes in their hands, and a little vermilion flower on their eyebrows.

They are all sacred sacrifices belonging to the camp of the true god of Moroch, who have prayed in the temple day and night, fully playing the role of their own believers. The angel behind it was created by the true god Moloch.

Seeing this, I don't know why Sikong suddenly felt uneasy in his heart.

"Welcome, my dearest ally, the true god of Garandi treats you equally."

Twelve sacred sacrifices came out of the crowd, men and women were different, and there was a little red blue flower in the center of the eyebrows.

Then, a quiet and solemn ceremony of the handover of the code was slowly staged.

The glacier is broken, and the silver light is the same color as the sky.

The temple of the true gods, unlike the decaying temple of angels, has been forgotten by the world in the glacier, but it is still intact and does not fall into the dust.

Eternity stands in the eternal river, as if waiting for the arrival of the true God.

No matter which force they belong to, no matter what kind of person they are, at this moment, they all tap their eyebrows between their right fingers, move their left foot back, and bow forward, expressing their most sincere devotion to this sacred ceremony.

However, they are all members of the God-Slayer Alliance.

Under the devout faith, he plotted an earth-shattering plan to kill the gods.

Only the man in Mai with the wooden sword in his arms was still silent, incompatible with this sacredness.

After the handover of the Codex, Huo Wu whispered: "Unexpectedly, it was actually the Jialandi True God who made the Moro True God fall. The true god of Jialandi is the god of power, and at this moment, he has an infinite source of magic, and I am afraid that there will be a second true god who will fall. ”

Hearing this, Sikong frowned: "Jialandi killed Moro, why did Moro join Jialandi's camp instead?" ”

Huo Wu shook his head: "The fall of the gods is not death, but the beginning of the spread of faith. The gods are in a scuffle, and there are also rules that belong to the gods, just compete with the princes for hegemony, and after the defeat of the princes of one side, they will bow down to the ministers. ”

"Then even if the other party is defeated, after all, he is still a true god, how can he kill ......" Sikong asked instead.

"Heh......"

Fire Dance looked at the sacred sacrifices belonging to the camp of the true god of Jialandi, and handed over the eleven blood-stained codex to the last person.

This person, solemnly walking under the statue of the temple, seemed to be waiting for something.

"The gods are only the background to us, but we are the source of faith to the gods! Once the gods are resurrected, they travel to the underworld to suppress the demons. What we have to do is to actually kill him through background influence on the way! ”

"Then I'm ......"

Sikong was about to say more, but he saw that the sacred sacrifice under the statue of the temple finally spoke: "God says that death is rebirth." ”

With his words, the Supreme Emerald Staff on the Moro statue shone brightly, and Sikong could even see that on the staff, there was a corpse floating in the Supreme Emerald Staff.

That is, the corpse of the true God!

But being born again requires twelve legal codes, which are aggregated into a true sacred covenant. The rest of the book required a believer as a sacrifice to welcome the resurrection of the true god Moloch. ”

The eleven holy priests of the Moro True God camp half-knelt on the ground and shouted: "Please divinate and sacrifice, tell the divination, and let the confused believer return to the embrace of the true god." ”

The man nodded, his white hair fluttering, and his goatee covered most of his face, looking particularly kind.

"I look at the twelve constellations, and there are angels in the shadows. It is expected that this believer must be one of the sacred sacrifices. ”

"I watched the vicissitudes of the sea, and there was troubadour poetry. It was expected that this believer must have been a troubadour. ”

"Before the fall of the true god, he gave me a dream and told him his name-Yue King Fast."

Then, from the glacier, a hazy mist suddenly arises, and finally a sacred story is intertwined.

A farmer's son born on a manor, he yearns for legendary stories and believes in chivalry.

So he said goodbye to his homeland, said goodbye to his relatives, and traveled on the continent of Middle-earth.

He had seen dwarves forge epic weapons in the depths of lava.

He also danced with elves under the elven sacred tree in the night.

In the Valley of the Dragon, he witnessed the true face of the legendary dragon of the dragon god's grandson.

I have seen the rolling desert and walked on the majestic snow.

Eventually, he came to the 100,000 Wilderness, came across the ruins of the temple, and blended with the glory of the angels.

A believer in chivalry, he put on Templar armor. Half is a sacred sacrifice, and the words follow the law; Half Templar, suppressing cults.

After that, he returned to his homeland and, when the True God fell, transformed into a blood-stained code and merged into the embrace of the True God.

Immortal.

After the trajectory of the fate of the sacrifice was completed, the divination priest looked into the distance, suddenly saw the body of Fire Dance, and smiled peacefully: "And my friend, Fire Dance Clarissa brought this believer to us. ”

'Boom! ’

Suddenly, everyone present fixed their eyes on Sikong and Huo Wu.

Sikong's face changed greatly, and he only felt that Dao Dao was full of killing intent, and his gaze was as heavy as a mountain.

He's a sacrifice?!

No wonder!

No wonder he got the Angel's Tears so coincidentally, no wonder it was so coincidental that Fire Dance found him!

It turns out that the trajectory of the fate of the troubadour he plays is actually a sacrifice of the resurrection of the true God, and he is destined to become a pitiful worm.

The troubadour, 'When the body of God fell, I returned to the beginning, flipping through the blood-stained covenants,' has long commented on his life.

Isn't it just that I was late for the game, not only erasing the memories I should have, but also allowing me to play such a role! ’

Sikong wanted to cry without tears, but his heart was cold.

Want to be a sacrifice yourself?

I'm sorry, but he doesn't have the habit of being killed, and if you want to sacrifice him, then sit down and prepare to die together!

'If you want to kill the gods, then kill me first!'

Even if you are the enemy of the world! ’

When Huo Wu heard this, Danfeng's eyes widened angrily, and his momentum soared into the sky, and his deep luck shrouded his whole body.

"You straight thief, you dare to lie to me! Saying that an old man will help me get out of trouble, it turns out that he is using me! ”

The divination priest's smile was still the same, but his eyes were a little colder: "For the resurrection of the true God, each of us can make sacrifices. ”

"He is originally in the camp of the Moro True God, and he has obtained the Angel Tears of the Angel of Tears, and the sacrifice is also a matter of course!"

Huo Wu's face turned red, and she also understood that the person in front of her was her classmate, King Yue.

She explained one after another: "King Yue, I don't, I don't ......"

Sikong waved his hand and slowly took off the bronze mask, revealing a delicate face engraved with traces of vicissitudes of time.

Betrayal or not, it doesn't matter at this moment.

When his homeland was destroyed, he was a man from beginning to end.

Yes now, and so will the future.

"You want me to be a sacrifice?"

Standing in front of the temple, Sikong looked at the heroes and Tianjiao who were full of impatience, and he had no cowardice, but laughed and said, "Then come and kill me!" Kill me, plunder my fate, and you are the next sacrifice! ”

The glaciers are mighty, and the raging rivers lap against the canyons, composing a battle song of the golden iron horse at this moment.

With roar as the tune and blood as the score, it is played by Sikong himself!