But Shasina was also silent and did not answer for a while.

"It's rare to see people of our level go all out now, I didn't expect it, has it reached this level?" Martin's tone was a little lost.

"It's not our time anymore." But Shasina said quietly.

It is worth mentioning that, with the exception of George, it is as if none of the three men saw the priest.

"St. George." In the kitchen, Tirlan greeted George.

"It's here, I overslept just now, and I haven't had time to cook yet." George smiled when he saw him.

"I'll help you." Expressionless, Tirlan walked over to him.

George was chopping vegetables, and he pointed to the vegetable leaves next to him, "Then you can help me wash them." ”

Tirlan carried the basket, took a basin and scooped up the water in the tank, squatted down next to it, and washed it.

"Where's Morosf?" George asked nonchalantly.

"He has already boarded the train of the Ten Nations, but he doesn't dare to show his face, he walks on the edge of the anti-coordinate boundary with the anchor point, and he can come back at night." Tirlan replied.

"It sounds so dangerous, if he accidentally falls into the anti-coordinate realm and gets lost, he will become a sinner of the Creation God Cult." George sighed.

"It doesn't matter, he's got it anyway, isn't he? Compared with fishing for people in the anti-coordinate world, waiting for the creator god to come is the real difficulty. ”

"The person answering is ready, right? Is there any movement in the Millennium Family? ”

"Don't worry, the millennium family has been deceived a long time ago, they may feel that something is wrong, but we have been cowardly for too long, and they haven't set their eyes on us at all.

Believers from all over the continent have also begun to move, and the teleportation array within the Cult of Creation God has been activated, and the plan will be able to gather everyone at the beginning.

Everything is ready. Tirlan put the washed dishes in George's hand and poured out the water from the basin.

"No matter how well prepared this kind of thing is, you can't allow the slightest accident to happen." George sighed again.

"Why, didn't you make this plan by yourself? You won't dare to do it yourself at this time, will you? Tillan looked at him steadily, his face blank all the time.

George smiled bitterly and shook his head, "After all, this is a plan for the survival of the Creation God Cult, why don't you have a sense of crisis at all." ”

"That's because we just have to listen to you." Tirlan regained a kitchen knife and chopped vegetables at George's side.

"Except for that fool from Morosf, who is not in the Creator God Sect to listen to you, we all know in our hearts what the Creation God is."

George couldn't help but glance at him, "Be respectful to the gods, it's the source of your divinity." ”

Even so, it feels like he doesn't have much respect for the creator god either.

Tirlan shrugged his shoulders and didn't speak.

The two didn't communicate for a while, and moved around the kitchen tacitly, looking like they were cooking a lot.

When a table of dishes was made, George washed his hands and walked out of the small house, intending to call them to dinner.

But when he saw the priest still asleep in the courtyard, he couldn't help but sigh.

But Shacina and Martin stood solemnly beside them, and Tirlan followed behind George.

There was only half a sun left on the horizon in the distance, and it was getting dark, and the red sunset seemed to have a circle of red light for everyone.

"It's not us who did it, it's that he can't hold on anymore." Martin straightened up.

But Shacina glared at him.

George ignored him, walked over to the priest and crouched down, holding the priest's hand with both hands, "Unfortunately, I was going to let you eat one last meal." ”

A white light appeared on the priest's body, and George's face became clear, and his narrow eyes seemed to contain a bottomless abyss.

The three people around them all lowered their heads involuntarily, and even they didn't dare to look directly at George's true face at will...... At this time, he should probably be called St. George.

Pope of Creation, Lord of Fate, St. George.

The sun had disappeared at some point, and the starry sky was dark, and there were no clouds but no stars to be seen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Shen Mu has begun, go and welcome back our gods, we only have one day left, and this road will be full of thorns, so I will let go of the restrictions on you.

Whoever stands in our way is an enemy! Go, I will allow your hands to be stained with blood. ”

"Obey the fatwa!" The three of them knelt down on one knee, and then the space rippled and disappeared here.

St. George looked at the priest's sleeping face and explained to him with some distraction.

This is indeed the capital of Lorus, and it is also the center of the capital of Laulius, the headquarters of the Cult of Creation, the Papal Chamber.

It's just that this is indeed a cage, a small crippled world, a secret hidden in the Papal Chamber.

St. George traveled the world in search of the man of destiny, and finally found the priest and brought him here to be locked up.

The priest never felt anything out of the ordinary, because he had given him a spiritual hint.

Ever since the priest stepped into this small and incomplete world, he has been washed by the creation divinity all the time, and his soul and spirit have long since become pure creation divinity.

But he doesn't have the strength to carry this divinity, and when he can't bear it, it's time for him to go crazy.

It's just that St. George has been suppressing the outburst of divinity, and now that the divinity has been washed away, there is not a single soul and spirit left of the priest.

In a sense, he's dead.

Such a body is the best vessel to carry the creator God.

And what St. George has to do now is to ensure the vitality of this body, and with his current strength, he can only delay for one day.

But the three of them appeared in the huge golden hall, and above the hall was a huge statue, a pitch-black sphere with tentacle-like bulges on the surface.

This is the cognitive image of the belief in the gods in the Cult of Creation.

The atmosphere in the hall is very solemn, with a pitch-black roof on the head, load-bearing pillars intertwined with gold, white and black on both sides, and a red carpet on the ground leading to the door.

Now the hall was full of people, all of whom were worshippers in black robes, and the lowest of them were bishops.

But Xia Sina took a step forward on the high platform, and Lori tried her best to show a serious look on her little face, but no one felt that there was anything wrong.

"Fellow religions, the Pope has an order to take back our second priest, the ban on killing is lifted, and anyone who obstructs it is an enemy! Crush them all! ”

"By the Pope's decree! Obey the First Celebratory Decree! A uniform voice rang out.

There were tens of thousands of people present, many of whom were bishops who had just arrived at the headquarters, and although many of them did not know each other, they all had such a tacit understanding at this time.

But Xia Sina smiled, obviously looking like a little Lori, but there was a chilling feeling.

Behind him, Martin had the same smile as her, and both were real lunatics.

As Tirlan said, although the Cult of Creation God is all about the creation god of faith, what really listens to the Pope's words.

The Cult of Creation God was able to crush other churches in the past, and it was by strength and iron-blooded means that it became the first major religion, but in order to survive in front of the Federation, St. George issued a ban on killing.

Since then, the Cult of Creation God has become a creeping kitten, anyone can come and pet two, and as soon as the ban is lifted, it means that the fangs of the Cult of Creation God are about to open again.

"Fellow Sects, the time for the survival of the Creation God Cult has come, and I want to tell you that if you get through this time, the Creation God Cult will be comparable to the existence of the thousand-year-old family from now on!

But if we can't do it, all that awaits us is the strangulation from the Millennium Family and the Federation!

And we are not the ones who provoke wars, what we have to do is to defend against wars provoked by those who covet us.

I declare that the Cult of Creation God is in a state of combat readiness! Now you will deploy now, and we will go and welcome back the Second Priest in person! Tirlan sighed, grabbed Kirshasina's shoulders and dragged her behind her.

The people below listened very carefully, they were either bishops or archbishops, and no one who could sit in this position was stupid.

Tirlan explained it to them, and they could understand the current situation.

"By the Pope's decree! Obey the Fourth Priest's Commandment! ”

But Shasina pursed her lips and did not refute Tirlan, she also knew that it was not yet the time for war, and if she came out of the nest to meet the Morosf Creator God Cult, the whole of Lorus did not know how much trouble to make.

"Let's go, go and bring Morosv back."

At the same time, the Ten Nations Train is roaring through a mountain range.

It is hidden in space, and whatever is in front of it is directly passed through it.

People in the Ten Nations Train can hear the loud sound of the train moving at high speed, which doesn't matter, as long as you get into the carriage, the carriage has a soundproof effect.

But from the outside, the Ten Nations Train looks like a ghost, silent, and you don't know where to go in the blink of an eye.

Although the Ten Nations Train is not limited by terrain, the route is also planned, and the mountains and lakes it passes through are places where there is no otherworldly life.

After all, the Federation doesn't want the train to run into a small world while it's running.

Because the people inside the train had no way of knowing what it looked like from the outside, they also couldn't tell that there was a person sitting on top of the front of the train.

It was the tall, bearded Morosev.

But now it seems that his condition is a little bad, the black robe has long been tattered, his face is also a little pale, and his hands are clenched, as if he is suppressing something.

The injuries on his body weren't a big deal, and the people didn't use all their strength when he left, and although he looked a little embarrassed, it was fine.

The problem is Frank's body.

There's no doubt that Frank is dead, but the humanity of the creator God hasn't left since he came.

In order to stop him, Morosv placed him in the rudiments of his world.

However, this is not a long-term solution, he has suppressed it all the way, and the prototype of the world has been full of holes.

Fortunately, Lorus was not far away, and in just two hours, he would be able to complete the task.