After staying for many days, listening to the babbling of the giant beast is like the woman next door idly talking about the shortcomings of the family, and telling some ancient secrets like a broken mouth old woman in a simple and popular way in the market, which is very interesting. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info get together, there is always a parting, as if he has a sense of spirituality, Rosie patted the hem of his skirt, and the seat condensed by the holy power collapsed in an instant, he looked at the giant beast, and saw himself in its eyes.

"I have to go. Rosie said.

The giant beast was stunned for a moment, its huge head nodded, and it shook its body to change its position and curled up in the mud, "Okay, I hope I can see you next time I wake up." If I had the chance, I would have visited my friend, who probably hadn't spoken to anything else for a long time, and I understood the loneliness and loneliness. The extremely human emotion in the giant beast's eyes flashed away, and finally closed its eyes.

Rosie and Areth left the plateau, forgotten by all living things, and flew straight towards Sunset City. Although he and Father God are completely separated, they still have a certain degree of sensition, and in his senses, Sunset City is suffering from the most dangerous situation in history, and even Father God himself is not sure if he can protect Sunset City's safety, so he directly asks Rossi for help. From the very beginning of the Father's birth, Rossi designed him to be a template without too much emotion, pure reason.

He doesn't need to be emotional, he needs to be like a machine, he just needs to be able to distinguish between right and wrong, just need to be able to deal with the questions of believers and give simple answers. So for God the Father, asking Rosie for help is not an unacceptable thing, there is no embarrassment, only the most rational demand.

Thousands of miles away, the army of the dead struck like a tide again, and the red-haired girl stepped on the head of the bone dragon, and behind her, there were more than a dozen people. These people were clad in black cloaks, their heads were deeply hidden by hoods, and they all exuded a strong smell of death. They are the apostles of Lamoth, the god of the dead, and they are the best of the countless dead throughout the ages, bringing plagues and calamities to the world, and are synonymous with calamity.

At this moment, they are gathered here in order to completely destroy this opponent who seems to be their natural enemy.

The white light shield was like a large bowl upside down on the ground, firmly protecting Sunset City. Zombies that smell foul, skeletons that rattle when they move, stitched monsters that fuse together with a dozen or more dead, and ghosts that float in the air and hang in the cold wind...... , where countless dead gathered. They kept beating with their weapons, tearing at what seemed to be a thin layer of light. No matter what the consequences of the bite, they will not take a step back.

The white-boned scythe in the red-haired girl's hand exuded the unique divine power of La Motte, under which no dead dared to resist.

On the walls of Sunset City, Mira looked at the army of the dead outside the city, her face had become extremely pale, and she even felt heavy to breathe. This time the disaster was three points worse than the last time, and the scythe in the hand of the red-haired girl in the sky made him feel that the future of death was tightly wrapped around his body. Kulius comforted Mira while actively thinking of ways to deal with it. Without the support of the law, his strength has weakened by more than one level, but from the perspective of power and power, he has fallen to the level of the once median god.

But after racking his brains, he still couldn't find any effective way to curb the worsening situation.

Although God returned, he did not appear to be a saint, but only made a mask to protect everyone. Mortals may not be aware of it, but Julius, who has been the Lord God for many thousands of years, understands what the Father is doing, because he also senses that in the depths of the sky, there is a powerful god looming, staring at this place. If there is no accident, it should be that the Lamotte deity has arrived, right?

Curlius didn't know much about the god Lamotte, only that Lamoth was the only god who had mastered all the laws after the birth of heaven and earth. Unlike every god system that has a god of fire, thunder, or something, there are many gods who grasp and share a law. Lamotte is the only one who has mastered the law of "death", and from his birth to this moment, I have never heard of anyone who has mastered this ability.

The majestic power brought by the complete power of the law far surpassed that of those powerful law monarchs and main gods, and in the face of an existence like Lamotte, Julius was almost no different from a more powerful mortal.

With Lamotte staring, the Father naturally can't move, once he appears and makes a move, it will cause Lamotte to do it himself. Ramoth is still very happy to destroy this god who is like a natural enemy like himself.

It's just that all of this has made the mortals in Sunset City start to worry.

Why hasn't the Father done yet?

When will all this be a head?

The corner of the red-haired girl's mouth was raised, and she waved the sickle in her hand, and a gray energy more than ten meters high came out of the string, tearing everything that stood in its way with a bang, whether it was a zombie or a skeleton, it was torn in half. This energy slammed into the light mask, and the light mask, which had been eaten for a long time without shaking, suddenly shook violently twice. In the place where it was attacked, several cracks appeared on the light mask, and this crack was still slowly spreading towards the surroundings as the dead continued to hit and bite.

Everyone on the city wall who was watching the battle gasped, and a panic began to creep in.

"Merciful and great Father, have mercy on your people and save us from fear and destruction! We will sing praises to your virtues, and we will spread your deeds to the ends of heaven and earth, so that people will love and revere your glory, and let heaven and earth be bathed in your gospel. Noble and great as you!", the believer prayed loudly, his face sad and pleading.

If God the Father had an emotional personality, he might have come out to explain, but he was more rational, cold as a machine, and in his judgment, there was not much difference between explaining and not explaining, because it would not be these believers who ultimately decided all this, so he chose to be silent. This silence led more people to join in the prayers, who seemed to think they were not religious enough, and more and more people gathered together and knelt down in the square.

Lamotte sat high above the clouds, a sarcastic smile on his pale and bloodless face.

Light?

But that's it!

With his will, the red-haired girl leaped from the bone dragon's skull and raised the white bone scythe in her hand, one of the manifestations of the law of death. She slashed the scythe into the light mask, and the light mask trembled for a while, and the strength of the dead's attack suddenly increased by several levels.

The light mask, in the red-haired girl's frantic slash, quietly shattered.