When the sun rises, the first rays of sunlight pierce the darkness and are sprinkled into the eternal capital, and the light is holy, like a cherub, blowing the trumpet, and the holy singing.

Al looked at the sky with his eyes distracted, and the white dream in his hand, which was intended to be used as a medium to activate the secret method, drifted away one by one at some point, turning into a blue mist, surrounding Al and wrapping him tightly.

The entire magic workshop was shrouded in a blue white dream, moving and drifting away as if it had come to life, growing larger and larger, like mist, enveloping the entire civilian area of the Eternal Capital.

The world in Al's eyes, the sky was burning red, and the clouds were rolling and tumbling.

There was a devastating thud from the earth, and a deep trench that ran through the world appeared on it.

The sun goes out and the stars fall from the sky.

This apocalyptic scene makes mortals cry out in despair.

In the sky of the Eternal Capital, a huge figure appeared, holy white robe, with a sun wheel on his head, and his face showed love.

He opened his mouth, and the gospel was sprinkled over the earth, vast and holy.

"Since all these things must be so, how holy and godly you ought to be. ”

"Earnestly look forward to the day of the Lord. ”

"The heavens will be consumed by fire, and the things that are tangible will be melted away by the fire. ”

"But we look forward to a new heaven and a new earth, according to his promise, in which righteousness dwells. ”

"Beloved, let us see the Lord blamelessly and in peace. ”

"I am the Merciful Lord Almighty, the Lord of Heaven. ”

Voices were heard from all directions, and even Aldu almost couldn't help but shout along.

"Lord, my heavenly Father. ”

"You have come to punish me, and you have saved me. ”

"Take me out of this hell and go into your kingdom, and honor you and serve you. ”

"Amen. ”

Al bit his tongue with great difficulty, and he couldn't control his body and get out of this dream.

The appearance of that figure in the sky is the mysterious priest who used to be on the same side, Jim Carrey.

Al had read a lot of cult books, but he knew exactly what this priest was going to do.

He is going to use the white dream to preach and become a god in a dream among hundreds of thousands of people in the eternal city.

This priest of the Heavenly Saint Sect, like him, came from that realm.

More and more voices chant the name of God in order to be saved in the last days.

The sound is like a tide, sweeping in all directions, converging into a torrent, and setting off Jim Carrey higher and higher.

Now it is about to exalt the throne and ascend to the throne of God.

A purple-black whip fell from heaven and knocked him down.

The shadow of holiness dispersed in response.

Al Meng broke free and awoke from his vision.

At this time, in the Eternal Capital, except for mortals who still chanted the holy words of the Heavenly Saint Sect in their dreams, there was no burning sky, cracked earth, and falling stars. The phantom of holiness no longer exists, as if it never existed.

Al's shadow suddenly went berserk, and the meaning of impatience, longing, and greed frantically poured into Al's brain.

A momentary disgust at being controlled made Al red-eyed and stared at the shadow in a frenzied manner.

Al's shadow curled up in fear, and cried out to Al.

"Father, eat. Father, go. Father!"

Al, who was called his father, was weak in his heart for no reason, and the ghost made the shadows of the gods shuttle, and under the guidance of the shadow's anxious longing, he ran into the sewers.

What the hell is it that makes the monster in his shadow so anxious.

Why can't he help but long.

He didn't need a shadow to point at it, he could feel the blurred location.

Faintly, it looks like a rotating gear.

He longed to see it so much, to see it again.

It seems that it is the part that he can't tell but is missing.

"Your Majesty, they have already been dispatched, and the Knights of the King are on standby, and this time they will definitely teach those madmen a hard lesson. ”

Batlov, who was standing in the palace facing the sun, bowed down and whispered for help from the attendants behind him.

Batlov's gaze pierced through the barriers, staring at the void, and snorted disdainfully.

"Wait, I finally tricked those two stupid women into being bait, how could I catch these stinky fish and rotten shrimp. ”

"Does that blasphemous priest need to be saved? ”

"If he survives, he'll be captured and given to Cronin. ”

The two girls in the sewers stood far away from each other.

A sweet smile like a cute girl next door. When I saw her, I couldn't help but want to smile happily.

A sexy and hot, gloomy and indifferent girl. Her ominous doom is almost visible to the naked eye. He wore a long purple-black whip around his waist, and there were scorched marks on it.

They have little power, just a phantom.

"Fuck off, Tymorrah. This is my prey. ”

"No, sister. You already have a relic of your mother, so give this to me. ”

"Relic? The Doom Maiden sneered weirdly, and a portal kept opening in the distance.

"Get out of here! find me the priest and bring me the wheel of fate!"

The smiling lady grinned and snapped her fingers playfully.

Obviously without any power, the hands and feet of all kinds of dragons, necromancers, demons, and external creatures that had just stretched out of the portal quickly retracted like ghosts when they heard the sound.

Are you kidding!

Lady Luck and Lady Doom present at the same time?

They don't want to die, dare to get out of the portal.

The most mysterious and unpredictable forces of luck and bad luck mingle together, and the devil knows what will happen.

Legend has it that the two daughters born by the goddess of fate have been trying to devour each other, with stronger power and a complete destiny priesthood.

But as a result, as long as they are together, they will be irresistibly fused and exploded, continuing the irresistible fate of destruction by the goddess of fate.

That kind of destruction is nothingness, chaos, and annihilation.

It's an existence that even gods can influence.,Legend has it that the dawn catastrophe that fell countless gods back then.,Isn't it the goddess of fate with weak divine power.,Caused by a mischievous kiss.。

No matter what happened here, Al was chasing the feeling all the way down the sewers.

He had a feeling that he was finally going to get to the bottom of some truth.

He kept jumping and running anxiously.

When Al finally arrived, Al saw a figure collapse to the ground, a deep scar on his back that slid from his shoulder to his waist, nearly splitting the whole person.

The neat suit was stained red with blood at this time, and the whole body was silent, without the sacred demeanor in the sky just now.

Al looked at him, his heart pounding.

Every beating is full of joy and cheerfulness.

Al's shadow had already rolled over, and as soon as it met the mysterious priest, the shadow smoked, shrunk back in pain, and the poor Baba gathered at Al's feet, crying out anxiously.

It's like a child who is being bullied, calling his parents to stand up for him.

Al looked at it, then at the priest.

Step by step, suppressing the desire in his heart to drive him crazy, he slowly approached.

He could already see what was calling him in the body of the priest Jim Carrey.

A slow-rotating, rocky gear.

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