"You have taken my daughter, and now you want to take away my last hope?", the high priest looked at Wren floating in mid-air with a pale face, his eyes were completely covered by golden divine power, and he couldn't even see the slightest bit of eye. This is not a good phenomenon, the irrepressible divine power spreads out through the various ends of the body, and it does seem to be able to give people a shocking visual effect, but for the watchable Ren, this is a manifestation that he is about to lose control of the fluctuations of the divine power in his body.

Originally, after plundering too much divinity that his body could not bear, his body was already overwhelmed and had a tendency to collapse. At this time, coupled with the one-third divine power from the Goddess of Dawn, the divine power of the main god level, even with the Eye of Truth as a stabilizer to stabilize the body, it was impossible to suppress the huge divine power from spreading outward in Rayne's body. It was like a huge lake, the largest lake in the world, as far as the eye could see, and it was vast.

It seems that there is no end in sight, and the stored water cannot be calculated, but a lake is a lake, and it cannot carry the seawater of the entire sea, not even the seawater of an ocean. There are two methods, the first method is to overflow and pour out, this method only has a specific effect on the medium with some huge windows, and Wren is also pouring outward, but he does not have this kind of window and channel, so the overflowing divine power is pitiful, and it is still entangled in various ends of his body.

The second method is simpler than the first, but the consequences are unacceptable, then it will be blown up!

And this is also the most likely situation for Rennes's body.

Once the utility of the Eye of Truth disappears, once the divine power continues to get out of control, even with the Eye of Truth, Wren may not be able to make his "small" body continue to accommodate the mighty divine power.

In the end, it is inevitable that there will be a "bang", dust to dust, and dust to dust.

At this time, Wren's voice had become different from before, overflowing divine power filled every cell in his body, and his voice was like ...... Hollow, neutral sounds, with echoes that follow?

"Allow me to call you Mother as a human being. Wren condescendingly looked at the high priest who couldn't even breathe under his divine power, his eyes were filled with an indifferent attitude towards life and the world, "I admit all your accusations, but I also need to tell you that I am in the midst of a great cause!", his voice was flat and unremarkable, without the slightest fluctuation, like a sophisticated instrument transmitting sound through the parts that produce sound.

"I will become God, in fact, in a sense, our purpose is the same. Wren's golden eyes moved slightly, looking at the ice nest behind the high priest, and the child in the ice nest writhed uneasily, "Your goal is to revive Dumeron, and my goal is to become a god." To put it simply, our purpose is to create gods. Instead of making a god that you and I are not familiar with, let me be a god. ”

"You were still my mother, and you created a god, which has nothing to do with the future that you and your family have been fighting for for thousands of years, don't you say?"

Wren's words immediately caused the high priest to fall into a kind of dazed entanglement, and the fierce struggle in her heart made her frown. It is undeniable that Wren is not wrong, and she and her family have been trying to revive Dumeron for thousands of years. They are arguably the most devout oracles, but at the same time they are blasphemous unbelievers. They resurrected Dumeron not in the hope that Di Meron could truly come back to life, but in the hope that he could gain greater power through his identity as an oracle of Dumeron.

There are even seniors who say that if Di Merron can rule the whole world, then they will become the second only big man in this world to Di Melonon.

To create a god, to whom is not to be made?

As long as the gods created are in line with their own interests and the demands of the family, then who is not created?

What's more, Wren is still her son.

After struggling for a long time, she found an excuse to refute the blasphemous thoughts in her mind, "But he is your son, your own son, after you killed your sister, do you still want to kill your son?"

The High Priest also knew more or less about the purpose of Wren's trip, and she knew more about the gods than the others, as well as the characteristics and secrets of the gods. These are the spiritual inheritances that were obtained after being recognized by Dumeron when he became the High Priest.

Wren wants to use the child who has been washed by Dumeron's divinity and forged the body of a god to complete Wren's final reincarnation and be reincarnated as a god.

But this body is his son, and this is the last hope of the high priest, his own hope, and the hope of Dumeron.

With a crisp snap, the shoulder of Wren's left arm shattered, and countless golden divine lights fell, but he didn't even frown, as indifferent as if the shattered body was not his own body at all, "If he sacrificed himself to help me become an all-knowing and all-powerful god, I believe he would be willing." I have given him life, with my blood, and now is the time for him to give some back to me, which is his mission. ”

"It starts with me and ends with me, a complete reincarnation!"

When the high priest was about to say something, Wren did not give him a chance to speak, "I am informing you now, not asking for your opinion...... My sister asked me to say hello to you, and she said that she was doing well, and if you need it, you can reunite with her!", Wren's face suddenly seemed like a rippling lake, and after one ripple, Ewell's face appeared, and it was fleeting.

The high priest was really frightened at this moment, she lowered her head, Wren had no joy or sadness on her face, and nodded noncommittally, "Wise choice!"

He immediately turned around and flew towards the imperial capital, and at the same time, a strand of golden silk thread wrapped around the little child in the ice nest who was only more than three or four years old, followed by him, flying quickly in the direction of the imperial capital one after the other, and disappeared into the world in the blink of an eye.

After returning to the imperial capital, Wren did not have the slightest desire to hide his traces, for him, those who had not left the empire at this time were already dead. He is not and concerned about the discussion and attitude of the dead.

He placed his child on the throne, and looked at the child's somewhat ignorant face, and the corners of Wren's mouth curled slightly. He sat down at the bottom of the steps, sitting cross-legged, his only remaining hand pressing hard against a giant Tiberium hedrons!

In an instant, the silver light curtain rose instantly, and the entire Desi Empire was instantly affected by this sudden silver light curtain!

On the street of the Oak District of the Imperial Capital, a child who was only five or six years old tugged at the corner of the old man's clothes next to him, and the old man who was counting the change of the merchant just now looked at the child, and the child pointed to the silver light curtain not far away and asked, "Grandpa, what is that?"

In the Wutak farmland, far away from the imperial capital, a young man and woman are carrying out the most primitive exercise in the grass nest, despite the cold temperature of the beginning of spring. The woman lying on the ground like a dog squinted her eyes with an inexplicable smile, and her whole body was flushed with pink. She shook suddenly, raised her head, revealing a white and delicate neck, and her whole person seemed to be about to fly into the sky.

At this moment, she suddenly screamed, interrupting the work of the man behind her, "Honey, what do you see in the sky?!"

In an exquisite villa, a graceful and noble woman pushes a stroller, and suddenly she finds the child in the stroller crying. She beckoned, and the maid beside her unbuttoned her corset, giving goosebumps in the cold wind. She approached the stroller, intending to nurse the baby in the stroller. In the past, babies would become quiet for various reasons, but at this time, they were still crying.

The maid thought that she had not found the right position, and suddenly she heard two snapping sounds, and she quickly got up, looked at the blood on her chest with the graceful hostess, and screamed in distraction.

The baby slowly stood upright from the stroller, he was facing the sky, blood gushing out of his hollow eye sockets, and a gray substance slowly swam out of his mouth and eye sockets.

The entire Desi Empire, after a brief exclamation, suddenly became like a lifeless Jedi, without the slightest sound.

Countless gray souls gathered rapidly from anywhere in the empire in the direction of the imperial capital, including Rennes's soul. But his soul was different, and the golden soul exuded a kind of Holy Spirit from top to bottom. He could see other souls pouring into him and the baby's body, forming a chain in the void that bound him to his son.

His flesh began to burn uncontrollably, and the golden flames didn't seem to hurt his flesh much, and the golden flames were also pulled towards the small body by a suction force from the baby's body.

The suction was irresistible, and the closer he got to his son, the more Wren could feel a special feeling, like a ...... Struggle!

He heard a cry, and it was not he who made it, but his soul. A young soul, a gray soul is constantly being eroded by chains, constantly bitter cold, struggling, desperate.

There is no unbearable, at this time, Wren is like standing in the perspective of a bystander watching the unchangeable development of the situation. He saw all his son's souls become part of the chains, and the cry disappeared. He slowly entered this body, and a majestic and mysterious aura was constantly generating in his body. Countless souls swarmed him, following his eyes, down his mouth and nose, down his ears, and into his body.

Pain, intense pain, but followed by an indescribable refreshment!

The High Priest, who was standing on the edge of the ice field, looked at the country covered by the refining array, and covered his mouth in distraction.

That guy, crazy!

It's really crazy!