The Temple of Salomon has now transformed into a terrifying place that has escaped from the human world. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The light distorted, the storm stirred, and the burning flames rose into the sky, turning into clouds, and raining down terrible iron rain. The steel melted into juice in a cloud of flames, flew through the air, and finally fell to the ground, blooming like a flower.

The mutilated icon stood among the flowers, holding its own head, its distorted face either desperate or compassionate.

More faces, only two empty eye sockets, tears of iron hanging on the cheeks.

It's like weeping.

It's like a pair of terrifying hands that are constantly changing everything here, shattering heaven and hell, stirring and fusing to create a deformed unity.

And in the middle of the main hall is the sacred cauldron suspended in mid-air.

In the ordinary sacred cauldron, it seems to encompass and shrink the fierce battle in the etheric realm, and the light and darkness boil in the cauldron, strangling each other, bursting out with the chant of heaven or the wail of the abyss.

As the Hundred Eyes approached, the pitch-black lines spread across the Sacred Cauldron, almost occupying its main body, completely becoming one with it.

Behind the Cauldron of Holiness, the Pope remained expressionless.

The solemn and sacred face was full of cracks, like burnt out ceramics.

And in front of the Sacred Cauldron is the original Dark Pope Ludovic, who is like a dark condensation, revealing the terrifying nature of the natural disaster incarnation, unscrupulously venting the power in his body.

As if leading the war of the gods in the Aether Realm, they used the Sacred Cauldron as a battlefield to fight each other for their way to the throne of the gods.

It's a mess.

Countless music theories are involved in each other, engaged in a brutal tug-of-war, constantly broken, and repaired, and even annihilated in an instant in the battle between the two sides, and a new struggle is opened on another level.

But there is no doubt that the Hundred Eyes have taken the initiative, and even the upper hand.

Occupying the Sacred Cauldron, the Hundred Eyes have been planning for this for hundreds of years, using countless methods and walking all the paths, all for this one goal.

It is only today that we have finally been able to get close to this result.

With the infinite power cast by the ontology from the etheric realm, Ludovic at this moment seems to have become the true human incarnation of the Hundred Eyes, suppressing all the Pope's counterattacks to the death, and making the Red King fall into passive defense.

However, as the bell of the Holy City Barrier burst out, the Holy City woke up and re-entered the locked state. Countless music theories are separated between the material and etheric realms, forming a vast buffer layer.

With this layer of buffer, the cooperation of the Hundred Eyes to Ludovic suddenly became sluggish. There is power in the air, but it cannot operate flexibly. Even the original Dark Pope's shell, condensed from pure darkness, began to dissipate and thin.

In just a few snaps of his fingers, the Red King leveled the situation, and even lost the initiative.

"It seems that your plan is not as perfect as you thought. ”

The Red King's expression was not happy, and he was still as cold as iron: "After so many years of preparation, it was still a tie, and it was not a success in itself, do you still want to continue to entangle?"

Baimu, be sensible, and think about it in the long run.

This game is not over yet, and this world does not belong to you. ”

"Not mine?"

Ludovic sneered: "Come on, why make such a hypocritical face in front of me? In order to usurp the Great Source, humanity has abandoned its original path and developed itself into such a deformed form.

He thinks he is righteous, but he spits on depravity and has bloody hands...... Isn't it your Order that usurped humanity's past and future and buried its sins?

You don't even dare to let anyone else know what happened before the Dark Ages!"

"It's all for the survival of humanity. ”

In the body of the Red King, the voices of more than a dozen popes of the past responded indifferently: "The rights and wrongs of the Order are judged in the future history, but it has nothing to do with you. ”

"Hahaha!!!"

Ludovic was amused, and forward, the darkness rioted, pressing forward step by step, desperately suppressing the Red King's counterattack. He pressed his hands against the edge of the sacred cauldron, clenching it as if to bring it into his arms.

With his laughter, it was as if the Sacred Cauldron also trembled, it was almost like ...... It should be like him!

"See? This is a unique resonance!"

Ludovic stared at the Red King, his voice thundering: "For so many years, you have regarded me as a devil and an enemy, pushed against you, but you have never refused to admit that my power comes from you.

Why don't you dare to tell those mortals?

I am the only proof of the existence of your God!"

In the shell of the original Dark Pope, the grand voice from the Aether realm roared:

"- I, the only incarnation of your ethereal god in this world!"

"You're just a defective product, Hyakme. ”

The Pope shook his head expressionlessly, "Just like Arthur who tried to become a natural disaster and establish the kingdom of God on earth. No, Arthur himself chose the path of depravity and became like you......

From ancient times to the present day, there have been countless beings who want to become true gods, like you, like Arthur, or other ambitious scourges. But these are all wishful thinking!

The throne of God is in the Great Source, but unfortunately, whoever it is, is too far away from that throne!"

Collapse!

The Red King's shell disintegrated once more.

But what burst out of it was a blazing divine light.

The faint crown of light emerges from the papal lands, like a god-granted scepter, majestic and lofty.

A substantial glow poured out of the crown and poured into the Cauldron of the Hallowed as if it had burned red, burning Ludovick's palm, causing him to let go of his hands and stagger back.

"It doesn't belong to you, Hyakme!"

The Red King said coldly.

It was as if he had heard a funny joke, and hoarse and frantic laughter burst out of Ludovick's shell, with tyrannical and cruel determination:

"--In that case, let it hang empty!"

And so, the note of destruction was played.

In the wilderness beyond the Holy City, a vague figure stepped out of thin air.

Wearing a bone-faced head and a black robe, riding a red horse as red as blood, the old crow flew up from his shoulder, hovered in the air, and shouted hoarsely in a human voice:

"Extreme! The supreme is the best! Death is the same!"

It hung high above the Holy City, and its hoarse cry fell into everyone's ears.

"Look, ignorant! the heavens will break, the earth will shake, and all dust will be reduced to ashes under the wrath of God! Listen, unbelievers! The living will scream, the dead will mourn, and life and death will be tied to the hands of the Most Being! Tremble, rebel! The abyss will open, hell will come, and all things will be bowed to the feet of the true Lord!"

In the midst of the crows, the black-clothed knight took out the horn from his bosom and blew it with all his strength.

Then the piercing sound resounded through the Holy City, and the loud sound echoed like the frantic roar of thousands of souls.

Rumble!

Heaven and earth thundered.

Everyone felt a terrible palpitation and panic.

It's as if something is approaching, approaching, approaching, and approaching, until ...... A stone's throw away!

Just as the raven said.

The sky cracked, tearing open a massive gap, revealing the deep darkness behind it.

The breath from the abyss erupted, deep and pitch black, as if containing endless malice, spreading the breath of the abyss to all sides, causing the rules of matter to fall apart, and the day of the Holy Emblem was also washed into the dark, almost extinguished.

The narrow chasm and the dim emblem hanging from the sky seemed to form an eerie one-eye.

The hell stared at the world, cruelty and coldness written in its eyes.

Just looking at it, it destroys all minds and counterattacks.

At the core of the enchantment land, at that moment, Ye Qingxuan felt the terrifying impact most intuitively and in detail, almost being ingested by his soul, falling into fear and chaos.

He forcibly severed himself from the barrier, sweating profusely and gasping violently.

At this moment, in the star chart of the Central Temple, all aetheric fluctuations have become dim and are about to dissipate. Because there was a huge black vortex, hanging high above countless stars.

It was a chasm leading to the abyss, a passage that exuded an aura of terror.

It is also opened by the Hundred Eyes from the Aether Realm......

A portal!

"What do you want to do?"

Ye Qingxuan stared at the whirlpool in astonishment, and saw a large amount of music theory surging in it, brewing this, forming a ...... Something, squirting out!

That's blood.

The scarlet color was left from the eye sockets formed by the cracks, and sprinkled down to the mortal world.

Endless blood flowed in the air, forming a majestic rain of blood, and in an instant, it was sprinkled to the earth!

"Blood?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

In the abyss, the wails of countless demons burst out, and under the will of the Hundred Eyes, countless demons broke one after another, and blood gushed out from the body like living creatures, gathering in one place, forming a mighty torrent.

On both sides of the river of blood, even the great demons who were watching screamed, blood oozed from their mouths and noses, and they were quickly drawn into a dried corpse, and the dried corpse melted into the river of blood.

Overflowing from the abyss, spilling into the world.

Blood is pouring down!

The emblem was dyed blood-colored and burst out with a bewitching light.

Under the gaze of that strange and abstract pupil, the connection realm became extremely illusory, allowing the rain of blood to splash and fall on the land of the Holy City.

The city of steel was covered with blood in an instant.

But the blood is alive.

They swirled and spread across iron and steel, searching for wisps of space to seep downward. With the snap of a finger, the rain of blood disappeared into the Holy City, rushing downwards and streams and streams and flows and flows again and again along countless crevices.

Until the end, following the guidance, they converged somewhere.

Wo is filled with the seeds of calamity. (To be continued.) )