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In one fell swoop, he broke through the outer defensive circle of the Kingdom of God, and Lezathos entered the core area.

He hid his body and was about to leave, and at 6 o'clock he would be like a piece of rotten stinky meat thrown into the trash, attracting half of the Divine Kingdom's Invoker Guard. On the way, they passed by a group of heavily armed elves several times, but they were not noticed.

Leaving the hustle and bustle behind, Lesatos calculated from the wind that he flew out of 8o Surrey, and no longer saw the elves infested, so he found a secluded terrain to land. Breaking out of the energy turbulence before, he felt as if every scale had been ravaged by a battering ram, and the flesh underneath must be full of bruises.

Lesatos used strange objects to heal himself in a hidden mountain col, and the positive energy of the ** made the spirit-sucking monsters of the evil camp quite uncomfortable. Eradini, who had taken a ride, relieved himself of the change of state and said, "The road conditions are terrible, it's more bumpy than teleporting from hell, I'm hungry, go to the neighborhood and see if there are any pre-dinner snacks, you can stay here." ”

"Crazy, serving the Lord of the Nine Hells for a hundred years has made you look at the gods to such a journey? The Lord of the Kingdom of God knows where we are at all times, but he is just trying to make a difference in time with His invokers. ”

"Hehehe, you know, didn't you say that the Lord of Ceremonies will not be able to spare his hands. Also, when I came in, I calculated the circumference and arc of the cross-section of the boundary of the Kingdom of God, this is not a simple circular plane, it can allow you to find the center of the Kingdom of God at once, not to mention that the Lord of Ceremonies is not necessarily in the center, so I went to gather information, Lord Commander, right?"

The spirit sucked away in a hurry, but Lesatos felt that his high-sounding excuse was just a disguise for his appetite for the brains of the supplicants, and that his back was like that of a hungry man who had not eaten anything serious in his life in prison.

Cangqing Saint sighed in three additional states, he switched to [Constant Medical], he could feel the stagnant blood being kneaded and dissolved, and the muscles were warm and comfortable, as if he had taken a low-temperature lava bath.

An undetectable seismic wave swept underneath his feet, shaking enough to spill the water in a cup, but it was too frequent, ten times after only a few minutes of standing.

Then Eradini sent a message to his heart: Come to me, something is present. There were a few nervous screeches in the Spirit's tone, and Artas's comrades, who knew his style well, knew that he was annoyed.

Whatever was there, he didn't eat anyway, Lesatos made a judgment.

Nierron's kingdom was several times larger than the golden dragon's half-plane, as vast as a small material plane. Lezatos flew along the low hills, the terrain getting lower and lower, and finally he saw a sparkling lake, the reflection of which was brilliant gold, like flowing gold.

On the shores of the lake is an elven settlement, somewhere between urban and rural. The complex that could accommodate thousands of elves was supposed to reveal a peaceful hustle and bustle, but now, it was silent, as if it had just been unearthed but was well preserved.

Lesatos transforms from a dragon to a man, navigating the beautifully patterned Tiya-style buildings. It's so quiet, the footsteps echo lonely, giving the feeling of horror that you're about to run into life and death around the corner. Lezathos turned the corner, and he didn't see the Grim Reaper with his scythe and black cloak, but he saw the spirit-sucking monster with its unpleasant tentacles flailing from side to side.

"Tsk, I thought you would take on a humanoid form, with two heads on your shoulders like a two-headed troll, and you could give yourself a wet kiss when you turned your head. ”

The golden dragon knew where his grumbling came from, and there was no tasty brains here, for there were no elven invokers, not one.

When mortal beings die, their souls are swept into the mighty river Styx, and thousands of dead people are carried down the river into the underworld, the realm of the current god of death, Kranvo. Although the King of the Dead in the neutral camp only has two priesthoods, [Death] and [Deceased], it is one of the indispensable and powerful divine powers of Faerun.

Mortals who fear death call Him "the Judge of the damned," and Cranvo faithfully fulfills his duty to single out the arrogant unbelievers and contemptible hypocrites from the thousands of souls that pour into the underworld every day, nailing them to the wall of the unbelievers as a warning to mortals from the gods.

Then the rest of the souls are sorted, packed, and batched according to the different beliefs they had before they died...... Oh no, it is the messenger who is handed back to the deity and brought into their respective kingdoms. The soul enters the kingdom of God to regain its body, and the age of the body is based on the piety of the body.

Divine power and soul merge into **, this is the prayer merger. Those who pray will enjoy eternal life in the kingdom of God without disease and will never be able to leave the kingdom of God.

Mortals put faith into it, and the gods rewarded it with eternal life. This is the basic structure of the God-Man Agreement that maintains the existence of the gods.

Neelon didn't stand out from the crowd either, but when Tia, who believed in him, died, his soul was taken directly to the kingdom of God, provided that there was an altar or shrine around it.

Lesatos pushed open a door, and the interior was suffocatingly decorated. Imagine the resident prayers waking up each morning to sing the praises of Nielon in the same stereotypical tones, followed by a long morning prayer session, a painting or two in the middle of the day, or a religious hymn. After a break, sit around the luxurious restaurant with family and friends and enjoy a hot herb tea, reminisce about the past and look forward to the years of eternal peace. However, he may never have a chance to finish his tea.

The cup was already cold, and the vanilla tea floated in a thin layer of ash. Lesathos wiped it on the table, estimating that the conjugator had given up at least three days. He snapped his fingers at the Spirit Sucker, who said coldly, "What do you think of me?

"Thrift prophecy is the unjust head of the scroll. Hurry up, you said you were going to gather information. ”

Eradurimer [Time Seal], the influence of the past in this area is in front of him, and he locks on to the supplicants and leaves the strongest traces of emotion. The owner of the house had just put the teacup to his lips when suddenly his eyes sparkled warmly, and he chanted the name of the god Nielon, and then the power that made up the body disintegrated, and the human and the costume dissolved into nothingness, and the soul drifted into the distance......

The light and shadow dissipated, and Eradini rubbed his brows, it was quite difficult to trace in the hostile kingdom, otherwise he would have used the prophetic spirit to directly locate Nielon. "Your reasoning is right, He is making a last-ditch effort and began devouring souls three days ago. ”

"Let's go, take advantage of the fact that the disappointed guy hasn't arrived yet, and then take a look at other places, it's rare to observe a divine kingdom in such depth. ”

In the middle of the glittering golden lake was a crystal palace, and they flew past. From the outside, the palace is small in size and seems to be more decorative than practical. Lezatos scrutinized the gemstone mosaic on the gate, then shook his head regretfully. It's all shaped by divine power, and leaving this plane will disappear faster than the sun melts snow.

Two impudent intruders pushed open the door, immediately amazed by what they saw.

An immensely beautiful woman smiled at them, a sumptuous triple light gauze gown top-down accentuated the figure, a waterfall-like wavy length and a pleated skirt that shimmered with fluorescency. Her smile was bright and sunny, her eyes were like the brightest jewels of starlight, and her slender and delicate arms were wrapped around the lyre.

She looks like a graceful and luxurious elven nobleman just by looking at her appearance, but the scattered aura indicates that she is a Caleb angel.

Lesathos was surprised that how the Assassin Celestial Clan, who belonged to the chaotic and good camp, could be in the kingdom of God in the order camp, and for such wild and unrestrained beings, it was better to throw them into the abyss.

To his surprise, Eradini was able to detect fluctuations in the brains of all living creatures around him, and anger and happiness were marked in the minds of psionic monsters like a lighthouse. But before he pushed the door, he didn't feel any thoughts.

The thoughts of the two disappeared in a flash, and it did not prevent them from instantly activating their respective protective spells, you must know that the Caleb Angel is a race with relatively strong combat effectiveness.

The spells and psionic powers did not wait for the sudden attack, and the beautiful female angel still smiled so brightly, and even the angle of her lips did not change.

Lesatos and Eradini looked at each other, "Empty shells?"

They walked in to observe, and the Caleb angel didn't move, even though the tentacles of the psionic monster rolled her eyelids.

"Similar to a wax figure, the soul is partially extracted, and the rest of the brain that can breathe but does not think at all, I have to say that the taste of the Lord of Ceremonies is very special. Does he have a necrophilia?"

Lesathos was noncommittal and continued his search past the angel of Caleb. More wax figures appeared, a red flame angel with flames and no wings, half male and half female, dancing a passionate and unrestrained still dance around the bonfire, and the color angels who were no more than O.6 Sammy in height, appeared in clusters, similar in appearance to fairy tale goblins, their wings resembled the two pairs of transparent thin wings of a dragonfly, and their static state was also like a dragonfly specimen- Hanging from the ceiling like a festive decoration, it is hung from the ceiling as a playful chase costume, and the bright yellow wings are wide and the glossy Angels of the Bright Clouds are holding chains and spears in pairs.

Lesatos seems to be walking in the specimen display room of a perverted artist or a model maniac, but the exhibits are all chaotic and kind love thorn heavens, except for the Turani angels, it is estimated that it is also because the number and strength of the Turani angels are equivalent to the deep hell purgatory in the devil, which is not easy to capture.

"You know, I'm starting to like this god, it reminds me of the Museum of Otherworldly Creatures in my old Spirit-Sucker City, but we used leftover dinner plates as exhibits. ”

The more Lesathos looked, the more disgusting he felt. Let these kind-hearted celestials be in a state of immortality and stay here for thousands of years, it is better to be eaten by the spirit sucking monster and refreshed their brains.

The Tiya prayer who never left Salapher was certainly not the one who started it, but Nielon himself created this qiē, so why? At the end of the palace is a statue of unknown meaning, from which Lesatos found the answer. [[[cp|:287|h:572|a:c|u:c.{0,10}o.{0,10}]]]————————————————————————————————————

Northern Hell: The Three Celestial Clans: Gaiding, Akong, and Love Thorn. In fact, according to the transliteration, it should be love, I don't know why they all use thorns. The picture shows the Red Flame Angel.

This morning, I continued to watch the movie with my friends and watched the Hunger Games.