Chapter 1: The Sacrifice of God

The Heavenly Realm, a magnificent bluestone ancient temple.

The ancient temple, located in the northeast corner of a large city, covers an area about the size of ten football fields, and is made of moss-covered bluestone, and lush green vines spread and grow, covering the high walls in an airtight manner.

Passing through two exaggerated and quaint gates of twenty or thirty meters, there is an extremely empty hall. The hall was about the size of three football fields, but there was nothing in it, except for a few mottled pillars that were held together by three people, and only an altar of astonishing size.

The altar is pyramid-shaped, layer by layer, and the top sharp corner is truncated, leaving a high platform of more than ten square meters. The entire altar is made of gray-brown material, and the ancient mottled runic imprints can be faintly seen on it. From the azimuth, the altar is in the center of the room, giving the impression that this empty room was built for this altar.

At this moment, this lifeless room, which usually did not even have a fly, was crowded with people. To be precise, it's full of kneeling people!

On the floor directly south of the altar, hundreds of people were kneeling at the moment. These people were all dressed in a grayish-brown robe made of coarse linen, and each of them was pressed against the cold floor in a five-body posture, looking very reverent.

Directly north, on the steps of the altar, from bottom to top, all the old men with white hair and white beards and covered in rough linen were solemn, with their heads bowed and their lips kept squirming, as if they were chanting something.

From the bottom up, it is clear from the attire that with each step up, the status of those old people is significantly higher. At this moment, on the platform at the top of the altar, was an old man with white hair and beard, wrinkles on his face like old bark, and only a tattered linen cloth on his body.

Although this old man is extremely old, he looks like he has stepped into a coffin with one foot, but he gives people a sense of nobility and sacredness for no reason. The layers of wrinkles seem to be the accumulation of wisdom, and the slightly cloudy eyes are also the embodiment of wisdom like the abyss and the sea.

This old man is the actual controller of the heavenly realm, Nado. Son of God, Nado!

At this moment, the old man was clasping his hands together and putting them in his heart, whispering something with a solemn face. As he recited, a shadow between the virtual and the real, the non-virtual and the unreal, between the virtual and the real, suddenly floated and appeared.

This shadow is the image of a warrior wearing a powerful golden armor with a face that cannot be seen clearly.

This shadow is the object of belief of all beings in the heavenly realm, the god of war!

The phantom of the god of war appeared, and suddenly there was no light, and the golden light was scattered and splashed wantonly, like a round of sun shining on the world!

Feeling the brilliant brilliance falling on the body, the people lying on the ground suddenly clung tighter, and greeted the arrival of the Supreme God of War with a more humble attitude!

After the golden figure appeared, a mysterious energy suddenly burst out from the shadow, directly into the brain of the old man who trembled slightly with excitement, and then disappeared in an instant. From the time he appeared to the time he disappeared, the so-called god of war only stayed for less than a second, but just because of this, it had already made everyone in the room so excited that they couldn't help themselves!

Time passed little by little, and it was not until ten minutes after the phantom of the God of War disappeared and the golden light completely dissipated that the old man at the top of the altar slowly opened his eyes.

What a pair of eyes!

The moment the collapsed eyelids opened a slit, a terrifying essence suddenly burst out, and at this moment, all the other old men standing on the altar and the people who were sticking to the ground in a pious posture felt that they had suddenly turned into a small ant, and a majestic mountain in front of them was standing proudly, reaching straight into the clouds, piercing the sky!

"Get up!" The slightly cloudy eyes turned slightly and swept over everyone, and the old man smiled faintly and spoke.

Hearing this, the people who were lying on their stomachs and the old men who were standing on the altar bowed respectfully nearly ninety degrees only then took a long breath in their hearts, slowly straightened up, and looked at each other with complicated eyes.

"The God of War's Decree!" After the mood of the people under his feet calmed down slightly, the solemn and solemn voice of the old man sounded again.

"Obey the holy orders of His Majesty the God of War!" As soon as these words came out, all the others immediately responded as if they had been rehearsed.

"Due to the relaxation of the seal of the Demon Ancestral Demon, it is inevitable that the common people will be devastated, His Majesty the God of War sent a divine envoy to the world in order to re-seal the ancestral demon and save all living beings from the dire situation!"

"God of War mercy! The god of war is immortal! During the old man's pause, the crowd again chanted in unison.

"The divine envoy follows the guidance of the divine will in the underworld, and will soon arrive in the heavenly realm, bathe in the divine grace, and with the supreme divine power of His Majesty the God of War, once again seal the demon race at the bottom of the netherworld, and never be reborn! Saying this, the old man's words paused imperceptibly, and a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed from his face: "His Majesty the God of War, just in case, has sent another extraterritorial powerhouse to help, and the believers must not slack off!" Decree! ”

"God of War!" When they heard the last few words, the people below were already like the old man, their faces were full of surprise, but they suppressed it and sang loudly in unison.

"This is the oracle this time, do you have any questions?" After reciting the so-called oracle, the old man suddenly straightened his waist, took a few steps forward, looked down at everyone, and asked in a flat tone.

"Your Majesty!" Before the words fell, an old man standing only one step away from the old man's right hand immediately asked: "We already knew about the matter of the divine envoy before, but that extraterritorial powerhouse is really ......" Although this man's words were not finished, everyone already knew what he was going to say. With the power of the god of war, do you still need any "extraterritorial powerhouses" to help? If you do this, wouldn't it be ** slap the face of the god of war naked?! Even a small ancestral demon has to borrow the hands of others, where is the power of the god of war?

Taking 10,000 steps back, for the high-level people present who control the lives and deaths of countless people, where will their faces go?!

"Buzz~~" The man's words were spoken, and the people below immediately began to talk, and there was only a buzz in the room for an instant.

"Humph!" Seeing this scene, the old man known as "His Majesty" suddenly snorted coldly, and a surging majesty rolled down, making everyone difficult to breathe for a while.

"Do you have any opinion on His Majesty's decree from the God of War?" The old man's eyes moved slightly, and a big hat covered it.

"Gollum~~" Hearing this, many people suddenly swallowed their saliva with difficulty, and their throats were bitter for a while.

Have an opinion about the oracle? Are you kidding!

If you are an ordinary person, you may not have any concept of this sentence, but the "people above" present are very clear! What does it mean to have an opinion about an oracle? That's blasphemy!

In the heavenly realm, the god of war is the only supreme god, and the will of the god of war is supreme!

The first words of the canon are - blasphemer, die!

As an existence that controls the life and death of countless people, everyone has killed some guys who are not dealing with them in this name, and no one who is labeled as a blasphemous person dies like a person!

"Obey the oracle! The oracle is my life! It was as if it had been rehearsed countless times, and everyone immediately replied in unison.

After singing the praises, as if they were afraid that the crown above would make trouble for themselves, everyone's heads bowed even more humblely......

"Good!" A smile flashed at the corner of the old man's mouth, and he said, "Since everyone has no opinion, it's decided!" Dingle, you send a few awakened warriors to the exit of the Tower of Babel on the Arad continent to wait for the descending divine envoy, and then lead him to the temple, as for the extraterritorial powerhouse-" Speaking of this, the old man seemed to be quite distressed, and immediately asked everyone for advice. "Do you have any suggestions?"

Nado, the son of the gods, who was second only to His Majesty the Supreme God of War, asked a question, and everyone's brains suddenly ran wildly. There aren't many opportunities to show your face in front of the Son of God!

"Your Majesty, do you want to welcome that extraterritorial powerhouse to the temple......" The air was silent for less than three seconds, and suddenly a middle-aged man with a fat brain on the ground spoke up and said with a flattering face.

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Silent!

"It's a good approach, it's very constructive." Nado's eyes did not move, and his mouth replied without being salty. (In other words, the words of the leaders are always very constructive...... ）

"Idiot!" After hearing this person's words, the others immediately scolded in their hearts: "You brought that extraterritorial powerhouse to the temple, how should the position of the son of the god be placed?" If that man is not invincible, if he is really that powerful, if he is not under the crown of the Son of God, we should stand there? ”

That person was also a slippery person, and when he felt the atmosphere around him, his heart suddenly became half cold, and a trace of despair went straight out, and his face became pale without a trace of blood! "It's over......" The man felt that he could already see what was going to happen after the meeting ended.

"Your Majesty, I wonder if you know the specific location of the extraterritorial powerhouse?" The old man to Nado's right had a twinkle in his eyes and bent down to ask.

"I don't know the specifics, but I know that the person will descend near the Tower of Babel on the other four continents." Nado's eyes flashed with a faint hint of appreciation, and he replied.

"In this case, it is better to send people to the four Babel Towers in front of your majesty, so as to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, so as not to despise our heavenly realm ...... the people of the outer lands."

The man's words fell, and everyone suddenly scolded in their hearts: The hypocritical old horseman obviously wants to test that person's strength, if that person's strength is not enough, I am afraid that those soldiers sent to show the friendship of the landlord will become life-killing messengers!

However, although everyone was very disdainful of the old man in their hearts, they were also very envious and jealous, because with everyone's understanding of Nado, this suggestion was probably said to be in his heart......

"Dingle, your suggestion is very good." As expected, Nadeau obviously liked the advice of the old man named Dingle, "Then who do you think is more appropriate to entrust this matter to?" ”

"In my opinion, Lord Montaris is very suitable for this thing." Suppressing the joy of being praised by the Son of God, a sneer tugged at the corner of Dingle's mouth, and he suddenly bent down and replied respectfully.

"Well, then, it's settled." Nadeau calmly glanced at the old man on his left hand, whose body was trembling slightly with anger, and nodded.

"The responsibility of receiving the foreign powerhouses will be entrusted to Montaris, and Dingle will be in charge of the reception of the Advent Divine Envoy!"

"If there is no objection, this divine sacrifice will be dissolved!"

"Yes!" Drinking in unison, everyone immediately dispersed and retreated outside the main hall in a slow and orderly manner.

"Damn!" The old man, Montaris, with a gloomy face, followed the crowd towards his home.

"Dingle, since you are so disrespectful, and the old man is not a vegetarian, you just wait and see!"

"Nado, aren't you very jealous of that extraterritorial powerhouse, then...... Hum! ”

……… Divide......... Cut......... Line.........

One day after this large-scale divine sacrifice, a terrifying tide of energy suddenly surged up at the junction of this plane called "Arad" and the Void Universe, and then a one-person-high black hole loomed in the energy tide.

At the same moment, a five-member team of Baron (swordsman), Kabpensis (gunner), Neumme (martial artist), Ixir (magician), and Jada (priesthood) arrived under the Tower of Babel on the continent of Arad.

It's all about to begin!