"Arrikust, we'll see you again!"

"When the darkness is eternal, and the light is absent, I, Memmeth, will sow endless death, and your death, I predestinate!"

The voice lingered for a long time, and Monmis's figure disappeared under Royce's hideous face. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Arikusd tightened his grip on the spear, his eyes were obscure, and the curse remaining in the air was constantly purified by the holy light escaping from his body, this time, in the face of evil, he lost the confidence to maintain glory, after all, in the face of an evil god, to destroy evil is to destroy himself.

It's just that the appearance of the evil god made him, as a believer in the god of light, Lorfando, feel a trace of intense anger, "Evil god, one day, I, Arikusd, will burn you with the spear in my hand!"

With a wave of his hand, the spear shattered, turning into an endless flame, sweeping towards the magic array with the power to purify everything.

On the magic array, countless runes shattered instantly, the broken pillars of light trembled, and the blood light flashed into the Dao cracks, in the center of the magic array, above the curse of the bloodshot Royce, Royce's face was angry in vain, the twisted soul roared fiercely, the dark red dove tail bloomed, and the surging blood extinguished towards the holy flame.

The holy flame burned, and the air was filled with a pure smell, like the ethereal years, empty and elegant, under this smell, even the space was flooded with faint ripples, turning into a transparent glass color, crystal clear, like a baby-like eyeball crystal, without any impurities.

The blood and the holy flame collided together, and the "zizi" exploded, and the filthy gas swirled, wrapped in pure taste, and the holy flame was washed by the blood, swaying, and finally extinguished helplessly.

"The power from the abyss, the beasts, you will be exterminated!"

The four knights of sacrifice, humility, honesty, and mercy roared angrily, and the holy light on their bodies was scorching and boiling like lava about to erupt.

They stepped forward, their tall bodies pressing down like a canopy, the earth trembling, the houses collapsing, fragile souls wailing in the light, pure souls torn apart, revealing the gray chaotic nature below.

"This ......"

Misher stepped back in horror and staggered to the ground, his cloudy and tired eyes filled with a deep despair, "Why, Lord? Why are their souls still degenerate into evil? Haven't you already purified them? What is this foul chaos in front of you? What is it?"

"Your Lord has never purified these souls!"

An indifferent voice sounded in vain, with a downright indifference, from far away from the thick darkness behind him.

"The hypocritical spirit, crowned by a monkey, sits on the throne of the stolen god, puts on the cloak of hypocrisy, and with the power of God, deceives the foolish creatures of the world, and sows ridiculous hopes. ”

"As a descendant of God, if one day, I can see your lord, I want to ask him, what kind of existence can give birth to such a shameless being!"

"Presumptuous, you blasphemer!" Misher turned and lay on the ground, hissing in despair like a mother beast that had lost her cubs, "shut your foul-smelling mouth, and stop your thoughts that are filthy than the dwarves in the cave, how the greatness of my Lord is known to you most disgusting reptiles!"

"Reptilian?" said the figure in the darkness with a thick mockery, and he had no intention of refuting Bishop Mithe's words, after all, a blind believer who had given all his faith could not guess his sanity.

But, "Archbishop Misher, what about these souls who are full of negativity but have been purified by your so-called Lord, and how can you explain the despair that lies deep in hope?"

"I ......"

Miser's lips trembled, her wrinkled face turned snow-white with a "swish", and her sparse gray hair drooped wet on her head, unable to hide the despair in her eyes.

"Can't tell, my Bishop, even if your faith gives you the deepest respect for your gods, you must have thought it through with your wisdom. ”

Miser closed his eyes in pain, and his unwavering faith gradually swayed, yes, the years have given me a wise brain, how can I not see the filth under the light, and the back of the light is endless darkness?

However, I thought that it was because of the incompetence of the believers, the desecration of the glory of my Lord, and the neglect of my Lord's will, that all this happened.

But what about the reality?

Miser looked at the group of torn bodies in front of him in the hands of the four paladin masters, revealing the chaotic nature of the soul, the solid faith was disordered for a while, the holy light leaked from the sea of spirits, bloomed from the mind, and the chaotic thinking filled the brain, "No, I don't believe it, what you said is wrong, the light of the holy light shines on the world, and the world has hope because of this, and hope is ......"

The voice in the darkness sounded again, mercilessly interrupting Misher's words, "The light of the Holy Light does shine on the world, but perhaps, you should look at this. ”

The fiery skins flew out of the darkness, the flaming flame-streaked edges exuding terrifying coercion, like a giant beast in its slumber that opened one eye to scan the beings.

Misher took the hide, looked at it, and staggered on the spot like a lightning strike, "This ......"

"How's that?

Beads of sweat the size of beans fell, the cold wind blew, and the brush turned into ice, and Miser shivered coldly.

"Scared?"

Beside him, a palm with a faint silver light reached out, took the animal skin from Miesser's hand, and rolled it up, "Don't be afraid, Bishop Mithe, since I'm here, I'm here to stop this from happening." ”

Miser bowed his head in a dejected manner, "It's up to you?"

"Of course, now that I'm here, there's no need for it to continue. ”

"Why?"

"With it!"

The pale silver palm opened, revealing a bead that shimmered with faint holy light, and in the bead, an illusory consciousness roared silently, venting the resentment in his heart.

Miser's eyes suddenly opened, his thin body lifted up violently, and he looked up in horror, "It's you......"

"It's a pity, four paladins, you can't go over!"

The scarlet behemoth head of Devasis protruded from the six totemic pillars, and the blood-colored and hideous giant eyes stared at the angry four paladins in front of him, and an illusory portal opened and closed in the giant eye, releasing a wave of strange power.

The four paladins stopped, the spears in their hands raised, "Divasis, your actions involve the power of the abyss, and the feud between the beasts and the human race is suspended......"

"No!" said Divasis, "Paladin, it's not up to you!"

"Presumptuous, do you know how terrible the abyss is! If you are stubborn, don't blame us for sending you to your father!"

"It's up to you?"

As the words fell, the door opened, and the illusory portal in the eyes of the blood beast suddenly stared, and a river of blood meandered out of the portal, flowing from inside the door to outside the door.

"Do you think that the Ninth Order of Legends can do whatever you want? Don't forget! This is the Church of Light!"

"Of course I do. Paladins. But you seem to have forgotten one thing. A hideous smile appeared on the blood beast's face, "Behind you, there are still tens of millions of believers of your gods!"

"You!"

The faces of the four paladins changed wildly, and they turned their heads to look at the giant city of Cosmo behind them, which was wrapped in holy light...... and humans.

Those pairs of eyes of different colors carry the same feelings, fears, but at the same time contain a common expectation, trust!

The elderly, children, men, women...... Tens of millions of human beings stand behind them, each of them is obviously weak but extremely powerful, because they are all believers in God.

If, there are only thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people in the back, the four paladins don't care, in front of the abyss, even hundreds of thousands of lives are worth strangleholding.

However, this is tens of millions!

Tens of millions of innocent and kind untouchables! Tens of millions of abandoned chicken ribs! Presumably, even noble gods, in the face of such a scene, will sigh, if this is fate, then I choose to accept it!

Even if they never looked down on these creatures.

"Stay there, paladin, or your hypocritical gods will burn you at the stake. ”

Devasis laughed wildly, the hideous beast's head so ugly and arrogant, the doors between his eyes opened and closed, and the blood-colored river roared like a dragon.

The four paladins glanced at each other, and reluctantly put down the spears in their hands, with a dejected expression, "If this is fate, then I choose to accept it!" (To be continued.) )