There are many rumors about Shirek, but of course, the most widely circulated is the deeds of this god when he was a mortal.

Due to the luck of inheriting the legacy of the previous gods, and even the experience of leaping into a powerful god, he was worshiped by all mortals madly.

Although there are many red-eyed people who slander all this behind their backs, it is clear that if luck falls on their heads, I am afraid they will not be able to ask for it.

Since he was a mortal before he became a god, and he leaped into a powerful divine power, Ciric was inevitably affected by the power of the priesthood and divinity.

There are many crazy, paranoid, and selfish sides to his character.

Of course, in any case, in the face of the emergence of a new killing god, this kind of shaking the foundation, the previous Ciric will definitely react.

But now, He is in utter madness.

The Pope looked at the statue that was wrapped in a layer of dark red power, and his face was blurred, and the worry on his face intensified.

After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind: "Malik!"

"Your Excellency!"

Soon, Malik walked in, his face with the shrewdness of a businessman, perhaps because he had been in business, but now he was Shirek's darling, a shadow thief.

"My lord has been deceived for the time being, and I think it is the influence of the Book of Ciric......"

The Pope's voice was dry and hoarse, sealing off the entire temple before he could speak.

Upon hearing the news, Malik immediately fell to his knees, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, almost thinking that the Pope was going to kill someone.

After all. Slander against the gods is a very serious crime!

But. Malik was very lucky today that the Pope had no intention of killing him. Instead, he said it to himself.

"It is possible that our Lord has read the Book of Ciric, and therefore has not responded to our prayers, and has often given vague oracles......"

Malik nodded secretly, in fact, he had already guessed.

The so-called [Book of Ciric] is actually an artifact made by Ciric himself, and it has the power to confuse the gods!

Anyone who reads the Book of Ciric, whether mortal or godlike, will believe what this Book of Lies says—to confirm that Cirek is the only true god in the world!

The previous generation of thieves fell under this trick. And most of the priesthood and divine power were stolen by Ciric, and he fell tragically.

However, the power shrouded in the Book of Lies was so powerful that even Ciric read it and fell into a state of madness!

This is the Pope's speculation, I have to say, and it makes a lot of sense – if not the lack of some necessary premise.

Now, of course, the Pope thinks he has the truth. Caught the crux of the contradiction.

"Malik, can I trust you?"

"Of course, I am willing to give my life, and everything, for my lord!" said Malik, with a fanatical expression on his face, above his faith in Ciric. He's definitely a fanatic.

"Good! I have a task for you!"

With trembling hands, the Pope handed Malik a quaint and bizarre tome.

"This is the [Book of Truth], and our church has paid a great price. What you got from the Temple of Knowledge!"

The Pope's eyes were fixed on Malik, and his hands were gripping his arms even tighter.

"Malik! as the darling of our Lord. You have the highest chance of seeing my lord's true body!"

"Therefore, we need you to dedicate this book to our Lord. And make sure it watches!"

Ciric fell into a state of madness, and even the Pope's opinion was not taken very seriously, but he was somewhat favored by the other believers.

For example, Malik, who was just a small businessman before, has been promoted to the next level, and now he has become a powerful shadow thief, and of course, he has become a fanatic follower of Ciric.

The Pope believed that with the favor he had received at this time, he would be able to see the Book of Truth with great certainty.

"The future of the church is in your hands!"

The Pope patted Malik on the shoulder encouragingly: "Once our lord comes back to his senses, these usurped false gods will always have only their souls falling into the River Styx, wailing and screaming!"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, even if I risk my life, I'll get it done!"

Malik assured that in this moment, a sense of purpose enveloped his whole body, filling him with strength......

......

Look at the tree fort.

At this time, under the thunder of the Force, Chestabert's resistance had reached its limit, and the divine fire had dimmed, as if it would be extinguished at any time, but a golden liquid had gradually solidified, and many regular words merged into one, faintly pregnant with something, and reached the critical point of breaking out of the body.

"The Six Elements of the True God: Divinity, Divine Fire, Divine Power, Divine Position, Godhead, and God's Kingdom—Chestabert already has three of them, and he is just a priesthood, Godhead, and God......

Lei Lin watched all this intently, the light of the chip kept flickering, recording all the valuable field experiment data.

In fact, as long as Chestabert can obtain the priesthood today, he will already be considered a true god.

The establishment of the kingdom of God is an extremely power-consuming project, and if there is no half-plane that can be transformed, it will take at least hundreds of years for a new god to establish the kingdom of God from scratch.

Therefore, in the world, the ignition of the divine fire is basically regarded as a sign of a demigod, and obtaining the priesthood and elevating the godhead is the [true god]!

Only the True God is qualified to open up the kingdom of God, which can accommodate the souls of believers and build a solid fortress.

"Our lord Chestabert...... May thou fulfill earthly authority and exalt your throne in heaven......"

The sound of prayer was faint and became weaker.

Chestabert roared again and again, and the divine fire skyrocketed in an instant, and the priesthood that had been condensed into a mass was about to emerge.

"Promote the comprehension of the power of rules with the power of faith...... The rules of the world of the gods......"

Leylin sighed as he watched from the side.

The way of the rules achieved by this cunning method is also bound to be restrained by other conditions.

And ...... The path of rules can only be enjoyed by one person, and the other gods who have mastered the killing realm are Chestabert's sworn enemies at this time......"

"Roar !!"

Seeing that Chestabert might succeed, Marat took the lead.

The huge killing realm is open, and on top of the comprehension of killing, even this beast god, because of the precipitation of time, is obviously better than Chestabert.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The thunder of the world that was about to dissipate recondensed, and this time it also carried a blood-red light, rippling with the power of the rules of killing.

"It's the thunder of the killing rules! It's Marat's attack!"

Seeing this, Leylin sighed, unless he and the other false gods made a move, Chestabert would be dead.

He is still a false god, and he can't compete with the power of a [true god] at all, even if the other party is only a weak god.

And Marat obviously didn't have any intention of waiting for the other party to condense the [Slaughter] priesthood before depriving him, it was obvious that this was because there were too many coveted gods around.

Even Lei Lin had already discovered several powerful divine thoughts that were paying attention to this place, and there was even an aura that he was very familiar with.

In the face of these existences that contain powerful divine powers, including other pseudo-gods, who are all desperately covering up their fluctuations, where do they dare to take the lead?

Under the blood-colored thunder and lightning, a look of despair appeared on Chestabert's face, and the light of the divine fire dimmed.

"Chestabert!"

"Chestabert!"

"Chestabert! Immortal with us! with us!"

The number of unjust souls on the ground became denser, and they stretched out their blood-red arms and firmly grasped Chestabert's body.

The blood-colored and crazy wraith, with a resentful power enough to bring down the demigods, seemed to form a vortex and gradually engulfed Chestabert.

"Oh...... Not ......"

The frenzied and eager cry ultimately failed to save Chestabert's fate.

He was pulled away from the position of the divine fire by many resentful spirits, and he was getting farther and farther away from the priesthood, and then, an even more terrifying blood-colored thunderbolt slashed down, directly bombarding the golden light cluster!

Bang!!!

In the midst of the devastating thunder, the golden light that gave birth to the priesthood was directly annihilated, followed by Chestabert's divine fire.

The dark golden flame shook unyieldingly a few times, but finally extinguished.

Chestabert's true body, which had lost his cover, was directly exposed to the lightning, and was struck to pieces by lightning along with many resentful spirits.

"Chestabert!

"With Us ......"

Even if they were destroyed by lightning, the faces of those resentful spirits did not have the slightest feeling of pain, but were filled with joy.

The lightning melted Chestabert's body, exposing his spirit, pale and weak.

"With Us ......"

Amid the cries of many wraiths, Chestabert's spirit was pulled by countless blood-red arms and fell into the River Styx.

"Ahhh......h Don't ......"

Chestabert's last cry made even the gods tremble.

In the River Styx, it will merge with the other wraiths and sink to the filthiest bottom, suffering the pain of the gnawing of all souls until the end of the world......

Whew......

The wind blew, and the dark clouds had vanished, leaving only a stunned Slim and the other fanatics.

"My lord...... O Chestabert, my lord......"

Shi Lifu muttered and cried directly, and the other believers had no master, and even more had lost hope and committed suicide directly.

As for the rest of the fate, it was not much better, after confirming that the false gods had fallen, many paladins and Haim guards swarmed up and directly wiped out these fanatics. (To be continued.) )