The supreme gods who hold this fertile land finally discover that the saints they have always regarded as allies have finally brought disaster.

All gods have imagined that they will be the only gods, standing above everything and controlling the whole world, but that is not realistic, and no god has the power to sustain him in defeating the whole world.

But this god, the god who is retrieving the fragments of his power, he is so powerful that he may really be able to do it.

At that time, the land that originally belonged to the three supreme gods, this beautiful and docile body poison, and even themselves, will be reshaped and possessed by that god.

"There's nothing scarier than that. ”

Brahma sighed under his breath.

The other two supreme gods instantly understood what he meant, and the prophesied calamity was the strange god who was about to own the entire world.

But now they can't do anything.

It was only now that the three supreme gods finally understood what had happened between this saint and those two mortals.

The birth of the only supreme god destined to own the world was the end of the world in itself, and the reason why the end of the world did not come was because the mortal took away a fragment of the god, so that the god was not fully born.

After that, the saints who worshiped the gods searched hard, and finally with the help of the three supreme gods, they completed the sacrifice, tore the souls of mortals, and returned the fragments of the gods to their original owners.

Then the gods are born, and at the same time, the end of the world will come.

"We have to do something. ”

Just like every time the three great gods wanted to do something, Shiva was the first to rush out.

The giant god rushed towards the saint with a violent wind, and the vajra in his hand slashed through the air, but in the end it missed.

The blade slashed through the air, as if the saint standing there was just a phantom.

"Please don't waste time, the Messiah has already begun, and any attempt to stop it is futile. ”

Shiva danced wildly, like every previous time, failure only made him angry and increased his strength, but this time, he really had no chance of succeeding.

In a world that belongs only to Dantès, the real her is dying, and in between that really important process, she casts a glimpse into the pathetic old world, sympathizing with the dying throes of the three supreme gods.

That's all.

Nothing makes sense anymore, the only thing that matters is the return of science and the beginning of the Messiah.

There is no sorrow, no evil, no pain, no new world of darkness is coming.

And before the old world completely collapses, Dantès will be the first to throw himself into the arms of science, not for selfish purposes, but for the smooth beginning of the Messiah.

Magellan's soul, for a mortal, was incomparably amazing to infect the fragment of scientific power in his body.

The arrogance and stubbornness of that mortal made the fragment take on human characteristics as well, and whatever it was, the result would be the same: science would no longer be pure after regaining the fragment.

Fortunately, it's not unthinkable.

Just like a piece of dirty clothing, it can be cleaned again by washing it with clean water, and the impurities on the body of science can also be cleaned, but what is needed is not simple water.

What is needed is the soul of a devout believer.

A pure, noble soul that has gone through hardships but still believes in hope, and who has gone through vicissitudes but is still clean.

Scientology has a large number of adherents, including powerful warriors and theorgyman users, and even heroes and spirits of the past, but when the real test comes, there are still very few souls who can actually meet the requirements.

Dantes is one of them.

It was her pseudonym, and her real name was Martin.

She was a pretender, and her earliest memory was that the Pope saved herself from running through the streets like a wild dog and nearly being killed.

After that, William III, who was still an ordinary bishop, gave her the name Martin.

In order to help the Holy See fight against the King of the World, she destroyed her body, shaved off her hair and eyebrows, became the strongest pretender in the world, became the henchman of the King of the World, and worked hard for the Holy See.

Now, all this suffering, all the hard work has paid off.

Science is about to return, and the only thing left is to give his life, which is nothing.

Her soul slowly dissipated in endless divine power, and in a place so close to science, Martin saw her teacher, the Pope.

That's not an accident.

In the current Holy See, only the two of them have such piety and purity, but fortunately, two people are enough.

The only impurity in science is about to dissipate.

At the same time, Martin's soul also came to an end.

Then she saw Magellan.

The mortal stood right in front of her with a consistently nonchalant smile.

"I'm sorry. ”

"I won't forgive you, you didn't do anything wrong in the first place. ”

"It must be an illusion. ”

Martin let out a sigh in his heart, believers in science should not be so weak, but it doesn't matter, she is going to die, and the Messiah will also come, there is nothing to care about.

"Although I am only a fragment of my soul, I am Magellan, and my opinion of you has never changed. ”

"Thank you. ”

With the last inexplicable emotion, Martin's soul completely dissipated.

The dancing Shiva let out a furious roar as he watched the saint disappear completely, and then stopped.

At the same time, Magellan, who was in the countess's arms, opened his eyes.

"Sorry to worry you. ”

"I thought you were dead. ”

The countess laughed, tears pouring out of her eyes at an alarming speed and falling on Magellan's face.

"I'm sorry. ”

"Your soul is full of wounds, and the departure of the last piece of science is not to tear your soul apart, but to shatter it completely," the countess stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from her face, "Although you are back, the terrifying will that allows the soul to heal cannot repair those wounds, let alone make you ignore the weakness of the soul, let's go, I don't know when your soul will collapse again, I will find a way to heal you." ”

Magellan struggled to prop up his upper body, and there was no part of his body that was not as painful as being cut by a blade, an illusion brought on by a wound in his soul.

"Science has returned, Messiah ......"

"That's not about us. ”

The countess held Magellan's hand, and he was now like an ice sculpture with a thin shell, and even the slightest force could break him completely.

"Shiva wants to destroy the body poison and I have to stop him. ”

"I'll stop him. ”

"And Vishnu is blocking everything his divine power can reach, including here. ”