"Boom"

A loud bang sounded over the endless ocean, followed by a monstrous wave.

The roar of "presumptuousness" came from the bottom of the water, and the huge fishtail was like a long whip, pumping towards the sky.

The light shone in the sky, and the fishtail seemed to hit the heavy earth, and there was a feeling of pain.

"Stand down," Burlingamem's voice came from a palace.

The giant whale appeared on the surface of the water, staring at the sky with huge eyes, the three flashes of light.

Then he showed an indignant look and plunged headlong into the water.

"Burlingamem, do you need to explain something?" a majestic voice rang out in the sky, and then over the ocean.

Burlingame, who was in the palace, opened his eyes, and his body faded into the air with a thought.

Glancing at one of the lights, "Barnes, what do you want me to explain?"

"Burlingamem, if you have any complaints in your heart, you can negotiate with us" A voice sounded, paused a little and continued: "But your actions today are too reckless"

"The gods of the other world are like a tiger, ready to swallow you at any moment," Gainsborough took shape from the light.

Burlingame's gaze deepened, like the endless ocean below: "I don't understand what you're talking about"

"Don't pretend, our eyes are not blind, and the eyes of thousands of living beings are not blind" Monsarat is just Burlingame.

Burlingame looked up at the sky: "Keep your eyes open and see who the hell is flying into the sky"

"Who is it if it's not you?" Barnes asked rhetorically at Burlingame.

The eyes of the three of them looked at the sky at the same time, and then they couldn't help but be startled.

The figure of that divine kingdom was revealed in their eyes, and the countless palaces exuded an eternal and immortal atmosphere.

The Lord of Life, who was high on the throne of the Kingdom of God, had a light shining in his eyes, like a thunderbolt slashing down.

"Boom"

There was an explosion on the water, and the thunder and lightning slammed into the water, setting off a column of skyrocketing water.

"I want to be angry too, but who should I be angry about," Burlingame said murderously to the three men.

The three of them looked at each other, and only then did they feel that the Lord of Life who lived in the Kingdom of God was actually fundamentally different from Burlingamem.

It's really a good means to sow discord with such a face.

"She has stolen the power of my faith, stolen all the faith of the northern diocese of my Burlingame Empire, and she has used the power of faith to become a true god who stands outside the walls of the world," Burlingame said to the three of them in chagrin.

The trio's gaze looked at the sky again, but in their eyes was a fog.

One thing is certain, however, that the Lord of Life who became the true God was not Burlingamem.

There seemed to be countless streamers in everyone's eyes, quickly analyzing them in their minds, and then using all their strength to perceive the fluctuations of divine power on Burlingem's body.

"Burlingamem, why have you become so weak?" Barnes asked Burlingamem.

There was a hint of grief in Burlingame's eyes: "The faith of the northern diocese has been taken away, and I need to use my own divine power to make up for the consumption of the kingdom of God on earth, so it is also appropriate to become weak."

"The reason why we can rule the four directions is because we rely on the deterrence of the kingdom of God on earth, and it cannot be missing at all," Burlingame slowly explained to the three of them.

The three of them glanced at each other, then nodded: "It seems that we are wrong to blame you"

"These bandits from outside want to steal our faith, so please be careful from now on," Burlingame reminded the trio.

Monsarat seemed to feel a deadly aura coming from the underworld, and subconsciously looked at the sky along this breath, muttering to the three of them: "Why do I feel it, come from the hostility in the sky?"

"Hostility?" said Burlingame, following Monsarrat's words.

Then they seemed to think of something, and they explained: "Not long ago, I heard Archbishop Mervyn of the North say that there is an essential conflict between the priesthood of life and the gods of the wood line. Perhaps this is where your conflict comes from."

"The Archbishop of the North of the Water God Church?" Monsarat said subconsciously.

Gainsborer and Barnes looked at each other: "We remember right, not long ago you ordered the death of most of the clergy of the northern diocese."

"Yes, Mervyn told me that the god of life from another world was using the power of faith in the northern diocese. I didn't expect my action, but it was still too late," Burlingame explained to the three of them.

The eyes of the three quickly intertwined: "Since you have already found out at what time, why didn't you tell us?"

"Because of the kingdom of God on earth," Burlingame slowly spat out these six words.

Hearing Burlingamem's explanation, the three of them stopped speaking at the same time, which happened to be the time when the local war was proposed.

Looking at the silent Gainesborough and the others, Burlingame continued again: "Besides, I don't have full evidence, and I can't startle the snake, so I can only hide this matter."

"Actually, I don't think it's a bad thing for us," Burlingame continued to them, "at least we can now come to the conclusion that the arrival of the gods of the other world is not an accidental and isolated event, but an organized and planned large-scale invasion."

"Their strength is outrageously weak, and it's not a bad thing for us, it's a great thing," Burlingame explained to the trio.

The trio's breath became rapid, and Barnes said to Burlingamem, "You mean to say, let's hunt these otherworldly gods?"

"It's not just us, it's all the legendary powerhouses in our world who have started to go out on a large scale to carry out this grand hunting game," Burlingame explained to the three of them.

The three of them took a deep breath, slowly closed their eyes, and forcibly calmed down: "Hunting?"

"They are in the fortress of the world, and how should we go hunting," Monsarat asked Burlingame.

There was a gleam in Burlingame's eyes: "Seduce them with faith"

"As long as they get to the ground thoroughly, then their strength is nothing more than legendary," Burlingame said to them, apparently the idea was not hasty.

The three of them took a deep look at Burlingamem, and then spat out a sentence: "Okay, just do as you say"

After speaking, it turned into a streamer and disappeared.

Looking at the three departing trios, Burlingame breathed a sigh of relief. The task assigned by the god of creation in the other world has been completed, and he will not show mercy to his subordinates in the future.

The grand hunt is about to begin, and whoever it is will have two identities, the hunter and the prey.