The entrance and exit could not have been near the pulpit, it was open and empty, and Magellan could not have missed any details, and the temple was the opposite, where there were densely carved statues of gods of various sizes from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and if Magellan missed anything, it could only be hidden in the temple.

It was a magnificent stone building, intricately constructed, and everything about it miraculously sat on the line between wild imagination and harsh reality, like a temple in a dream, and it was undoubtedly formed with the help of extraordinary power, but a certain gratuitous restraint prevented it from completely crumbling after losing this power.

Magellan walked through the door, and directly in front of him were the colossal statues of the three supreme gods, the supreme gods who represented the entire process of the universe, the de facto supreme controller of this world controlled by divine power.

Brahmins don't actually worship gods directly, but the Dharma they pursue comes strictly from the three supreme gods, including Brahma's Brahma and Shiva's asceticism, so this small city where Brahmins gather and live is also a temple and built such a magnificent temple.

The three great gods occupy almost all of the space, but they are not the only ones here, the walls of the stone temple are carved with shrines of various gods, and in the space between the statues are weaker gods and transcendent beings, and between these smaller statues there are smaller statues, mortals and wild beasts and plants decorate the dwellings of the gods, setting off their greatness.

This was Magellan's trouble, the temple in front of him was almost an entire statue, and everything was carved with different contents, and finding hidden mechanisms in it was a hassle even for him.

At a glance, Magellan's eyes, which had a harmonious layout, soft lines, and splendid magnificence, turned into a large mass of sand stuck together, and countless lines piled up together, making people dizzy and unable to bear to look at it directly.

When he tries to look for possible clues in it, Magellan finds himself in a bit of big trouble in front of him.

But he had to find the hidden entrance, get the books of the Brahmins, and see what was going on in this strange world.

......

"Magellan is by Vayou's side. ”

The countess looked at Indra and her intuition told him that the god was not lying.

But he is not without the possibility of lying.

All the previous questions were unimportant, and in fact Indra's answer did not give the countess any useful information, but the question was different.

If Magellan had left the hands of the gods, the countess would not mind letting all the gods die.

However, if Magellan is still around, then this plan may need to be postponed.

"Together, through the darkness like us?"

"Yes. ”

The countess frowned.

She had a very bad premonition.

The Asuras' hatred of the gods did not discriminate, and it was obvious that if they had already had the strength to trap Indra and make the thunderstorm god powerless to resist, Navayu would probably have been entangled by the Asura and even defeated.

From the very beginning the countess was sure that the gods had made her and Magellan embark on ascetic work at the same time, which was the best option for success, then it was clear that the situation of the two was almost identical.

"If Vayu encounters the Asura in front of us, will he survive?"

Indra was silent for a moment.

"He ......"

The countess nodded, Vayu couldn't do it.

As the god of wind and one of the most powerful of the gods, Indra's brother, Vayu is already very powerful, but he will still be defeated by Asura.

"And what about Magellan beside him?"

"The Asura may not completely destroy that mortal, but it will not let him go, and they will destroy not only the gods, but everything that already exists. ”

Indra tried her best to make her words more convincing. Now is the key, and the ultimate purpose of the three great gods who have painstakingly arranged this scene, this princess and that mortal are too difficult to master, and the plan can only go smoothly if the gods become their allies.

"Can you save him?"

The countess laughed.

Indra smiled.

And then he died.

The countess put away the weapon in her hand and watched as the corpse of the god of thunderstorms deformed and distorted in the essence, rotting and changing color, and the only remaining divine power erupted with tremendous energy in a strange way.

The Essence then threw the body out.

The darkness drowned the corpse like a predatory beast, and the countess stood under the protection of the essence as the indescribable horror disappeared into the darkness and never reappeared.

"It's useless to ...... the five decays of heaven and man"

The countess sighed in disappointment, and then walked out of the essence.

When the god dies, no matter what way, unless it is the final return of the end of the universe, it will bring great disaster, and the original power of the god itself will burst out with terrifying destructive power, that is, the so-called "five decays of heaven and man", the countess originally pinned her hopes on Indra's powerful legacy, but it seems that the Asura in the darkness is safe and sound.

Magellan may have fallen into the hands of Asura, but now that the Countess is powerless to fight this darkness, Indra thought she would put her hope in the gods, but Helen knew that at least Indra could not defeat Asura.

Only the three supreme gods have any hope of victory.

But that's going to be another troublesome game.

But it doesn't matter, the game is boring without difficulty.

The countess smiled and opened the door to the next heaven in the darkness with terrifying power, and stepped into the beautiful garden.

"Welcome, beautiful princess. ”

The countess was greeted by the god of wine, Sumo, with an unconcealable surprise in his eyes.

"What about Indra?"

"He's dead. ”

"Devoured by Asura......"

"He's dead. ”

Bacchus looked into the countess's eyes, and he suddenly understood that the princess in front of him knew what he was talking about.

"Being devoured by an asura is completely different from the death of a god. ”

Su Mo raised his head and sighed as he looked at the snow-capped mountains that stood beyond the beautiful garden, he and Indra were brothers and friends, the gods were born with the birth of the universe, and before the world became beautiful and full of living beings, they spent a long cold and dead silence together, and finally, Indra, who was supposed to die with the universe, died before that.

"Who killed him?"

"Me. ”

"You?"

Su Mo lowered his head, there was no anger on his face, only doubt: "You can't do it." ”

"He doesn't want to be devoured by asuras, you know what I mean. ”