Chapter Ninety-Three: The Power of the True God
Within the Tree Realm, seven sages manipulated their body parts like a gathering of evil spirits.
"The Holy See is gone, defeated. ”
"It seems that there is another force on the mainland. ”
It's one eye that speaks.,It's a nose that answers.,The style of painting is quite weird.,Think about it carefully.,I'm afraid it's even more weird where these sages really are!
"Lisa, since the elves are on the side of the demons, can you guarantee that the demons will not bring disasters to the continent?"
The demon belongs to the chaos camp after all, and he hasn't done anything out of the ordinary now, but it's hard to guarantee whether it will be in the future.
"Guarantee? I don't dare to guarantee anything, I can only say that if he does something that endangers the mainland, he will first face a full-scale blow from his mother. "Lisa is also a human spirit, so she won't easily set up any flags, so it's no problem to use the World Tree to plant a flag.
These words can be recognized by this group of sages, and the signboard of the World Tree is worthy of trust.
Lisa saw the spatial fluctuations in the field and continued: "Don't worry about the future yet, the matter is not over yet, the biggest variable is coming. ”
The hole cards of the Holy See, they, the sages, also know a little bit about it.
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As soon as the Moon Spirit Holy Maiden appeared, she glanced at the situation, and her face became even more gloomy.
In a crisp, near-perfect voice, he said, "Demon, you've gone too far!"
came up and directly hit Xia Ye, Xia Ye was a little confused, who is this girl?
And Xia Ye immediately knew, as soon as the Moon Spirit Holy Maiden spoke, the morale of the Holy See suddenly skyrocketed, her expression was almost fanatical, and she shouted the name of the Holy Maiden in her mouth.
Knowing the identity of the person who came, it also made Xia Ye a little puzzled. It stands to reason that the status of the saint should be lower than that of the Pope, looking at the fanaticism of this posture and this believer, how can it feel like the God of Light is coming.
With a hint of vigilance in his heart, Xia Ye said softly: "Excessive, it seems that you provoked the war!"
The Moon Spirit Saintess was speechless for a while, it was indeed the Holy See who jumped on the side of the war, which could not be justified. But what the other party did made her angry.
"I can't do anything about the war, and I don't make an evaluation, I can accept victory or defeat, but if you throw a plague into Guangming City, it will affect tens of millions of innocent beings for no reason, it's too much!"
Xia Ye was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the pattern, he did let the other party let go and play, but it seemed that it was a bit of a big trouble. Xia Ye was not surprised, he knew the horror of the pattern.
"War! We are demons by any means!"
"You!" the Moon Spirit Saint was speechless, and anger rushed to her heart.
"Plague?!What's going on with the Holy Maiden?" Pope Gul was also stunned, and when he came out to fight, he saw that it was cold, and the old nest was also taken away?
The Moon Spirit Saintess was even more angry with Gul, if it weren't for him, there wouldn't be so much going on.
"Hmph, what's going on, see for yourself!"
The Moon Spirit Maiden unleashes the Mirror Image, recreating what happened in the City of Light.
The once glorious city that never sleeps now looks a little bleak, the holy light no longer shines, the gray-brown mist spreads through the city, there is not a single person in the streets, and from time to time one or two garbage is blown up by the wind, and there is no life at all, like a dead city!
The picture turns, in the cathedral, in the room of ordinary people, countless creatures are lying on the bed, their faces are pale and bloodless, their eyes are also a little lost, they cough twice from time to time, their bodies seem to be falling apart, and dark red blood is spitting out, and it looks like they are dying soon.
Not only ordinary creatures, but even the clergy of the Holy See fell, including the Purple Priest, who was famous for his healing skills.
Now the only one who can stand up in the City of Light is the Moon Spirit Holy Maiden, and the prosperous city favored by the Holy Light has become a desperate city!
"Demon!" Pope Gul gritted his teeth, nearly fainting.
This scene was also seen by the whole continent, everyone couldn't sit still, and panic spread in their hearts. Not only them, but several sages in the Tree Realm couldn't sit still.
In a short period of time, the City of Light shrouded in holy light has become like this, and it is unimaginable to change to other places!
If the plague spreads, it will be a catastrophe that will sweep across the continent!
"This behavior must be stopped!" said all the sages at the same time, forcing Lisa.
Lisa sighed, she didn't expect her worries to come true, Natsuha was so lawless, she was making enemies of the whole world.
In desperation, she had no choice but to speak, "The Sage of the Night has already rushed there, I'll contact Elusa." ”
Putting aside the matter between the sages for the time being, the camera returns to Huaxia City.
Xia Ye scratched his skull, the tattoo is too big, it's not a big problem to play, it's going to break the sky.
The Moon Spirit Holy Maiden said in a deep voice: "Even if it is a war, even if it is the fault of the Holy See, you should not target the killing of innocent civilians! ”
Although Xia Ye had already planned to contact the tattoo to relieve the plague, the words of the Moon Spirit Holy Maiden made him very unhappy.
"There is a way? Yes, but why should I lift it? I'm a demon! When you cast the forbidden spell to attack the city, did you ever think about the millions of creatures in the city?!"
The Moon Spirit Saintess had a dark face and said no more. If we delay one more second now, thousands of lives will die in the City of Light!
I saw that her forehead lit up with divine radiance, and there was a divine aura that was more than the bird god mark of Xia Ye. A silver-white hair appeared in her hand, and with great reverence, it tossed up the silver hair.
The silver-white hair instantly grew larger, turning into a silver-white giant sword. The silver-white giant sword lay across the air, as if it was in the center of heaven and earth, and its dazzling brilliance suppressed the light of the sun! The space around the sword body was annihilated in large areas, and the chaotic qi spread, and the horror was boundless.
The sword exuded a powerful coercion, a coercion greater than the world facing one side, without any unwillingness, without the slightest reluctance, the invisible force eroded their minds, and everyone knelt!
Of course, there is one person who didn't kneel, and that is Natsuba. Originally, Xia Ye was about to kneel, the Bird God Mark was activated, and even the true god godhead that Xia Ye had never been able to find was activated, and his soul was beyond the world in an instant, becoming extremely sacred, and the invisible coercion could no longer affect him.
The power that can provoke the Godhead to rebel, there is no doubt that this is the power of the true God!
"Eliminate the plague or die!" The voice of the Moon Spirit Holy Maiden was extremely cold, and she received the influence of the power of the true god, and at this moment, she seemed to stand at the height of the true god, indifferent and ruthless to all things in the world.
"Impossible!"
Xia Ye has a cheap personality, and he wants to say with a hippie smile that there is something to discuss. But the Godhead of the True God is influencing him, and in the face of the True God of the same level, the Godhead will not allow him to submit, for whatever reason!
"Then die!" The Moon Spirit Holy Maiden, who was affected by the power of the true god, did not hesitate to launch an attack regardless of whether the bright city was saved after killing Xia Ye, and the lives of billions of living beings in a radius of thousands of miles.
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Xia Ye scolded secretly, he has a godhead, but he has no divine power, he can't stop this blow.
In desperation, he did not hesitate to give the bird god a crazy pop-up one hundred and eight styles.