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"Who are you?! Why trespass on the temple! ”

The Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom reacted immediately, and while quickly praying to God and praying to the Pope, the bishops acted quickly, they quickly dispersed the Extraordinary Squad, while evacuating the crowd and taking away and pacifying the people in the square who were occupied by fear, while preparing the seals, shouting to the royal guards gathered in the square: "This is the holy place for the spread of knowledge and truth, and it is the place where the eyes of the God of knowledge and wisdom are in sight!" ”

The highest-ranking "Seeker" scanned the team, and the more they looked at it, the more terrified they became—every one of them had cold eyes, and was in the middle and high ranks, with several demigods, and equipped with seals, which was definitely not good!

The man at the head was so familiar that he could hardly imagine what would happen next!

"Intruder!"

But this aroused the anger of the "discerning man", and with the anger that the church, the country, and the people were about to be bullied, he pushed away his ugly-looking companions, stepped forward, and shouted at the man who suspected King Rune, George III:

"Why did the Inquisitor of Rune appear before our temple!"

"We are allies for generations, and the sacred covenant is kept in the museum of your and my capitals, is Rune going to tear up the peace treaties with Segal, Lenburg, and Marcy today?"

The royal guards were silent, as if they could not hear his questioning.

The tension was on the verge of erupting, and the "Insight" felt fear gradually eating away at his heart, and the elder who was suspected to be the King of Rune smiled at him with a soothing smile, not loud, but clearly heard in everyone's ears:

"Not really, Mr. Bishop."

The facts are in front of them, and everyone's face has not changed half a point because of this sentence.

The "Insightful" chuckled in his heart, and with a worse premonition, he glanced at the other bishops without a trace, and asked about the progress of the prayer to the Pope and to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and before the latter could answer, George III in the square spoke again:

"I came for peace."

Bang!

A thunderbolt that lit up the sky and the earth fell, and the whole world was dyed with an ominous whiteness of snow-white lightning. The premonition of the crisis of the "insightful" sounded like a drum, the whole body seemed to be pierced by a bayonet, and the brain was like countless steel needles swimming. He staggered half a step, and was about to speak to his subordinates, when he suddenly found his student standing there in the hall behind him, as if he was being frightened stupid.

"Elio!" Seeing that the student who was like his own child was still here, he trembled in his heart and did not dare to leave, and reprimanded the child in a low voice, "Hurry up!" Get out of here! ”

The boy named Elio responded to the call, and he turned his head and stared blankly at his teacher, the freckled skin of his face peeling off layer by layer, the pages of the book blood-red with the texture of muscle, but the roots were attached to his body. His skin and flesh turned into red pages of his life experiences, and the boy's eyes fell off and became an illustration that hung on his face.

"Teacher ......"

Elio said slowly, and as he spoke, his whole body gradually collapsed, and his legs turned into slices of books scattered on the ground, turning into a deformed collection of books that kept turning pages and shadows:

“…… I heard the Lord speaking to me......"

"Elio!"

The "Insight" was stunned by the scene before him, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of several companions around him who were also showing signs of losing control, and the unstable spirituality continued to emanate from their bodies, and the appearance of the human being gradually distorted.

At the same time, he found that the seal he was carrying was constantly calming his spirit, his spirituality, which was why he didn't react out of control like everyone else.

He immediately picked up the seal and appeased the others around him.

Bang!

At the same time, another thunderbolt flashed above the heavenly dome, even more shocking than before, and the "Seeker" suddenly caught something undeserved, and he raised his head very slowly, only to see that the sacred white tower that seemed to be able to connect the sky was struck by a terrifying thunderbolt, and the broken stone and stained glass fell with a clatter, and in the gaps of the tumbling clouds, the stars flashed and flashed, like countless pairs of eyes looking at them.

Goddess of the Night, Lord of the Storm, and King George III of Rune......

…… The Kingdom of Rune has broken its covenant with us and launched an attack on us!!

The "Insight's" heart felt a chill, even though the believer should have absolute confidence in his gods, but the two gods came together, and he still felt irrepressible panic.

In the moment when he shared the power of pacification, he heard the overlapping whispers of voices that seemed to be the voices of countless people speaking together in his head, in which he heard the muffled language of dragons, the language of giants, the lingua franca of the Northern Continent, and some dialects of some races that could not be verified at all, which should have only existed in the records, and the inside of his skull made a boiling sound, and the blood all over his body was stirring, and the skin was off his cheeks one by one.

"The Lord Says ......"

A strange voice came, composed of many different languages, and the child, who was no longer in human form, spread out on the ground, his left and right cheeks apart, his mouth divided into a separate page, still closed up and down, and the dragon uttered a noun that no one understood:

“…… Leodro ......"

Bang!

The tyrant's wrath slanted down in the air!

The thunder of calamity, distortion, and destruction came at the same time, the earth collapsed and twisted, and the white tower, a symbol of the kingdom of God and truth, slanted down, slowly crumbling from top to bottom, layer by layer.

The sky suddenly lit up in the distance, the light of dusk spread out from the other side of the continent, and the great tree of life grew beside the overturned tower, life swallowed up the breath of doom, and peace and dreams were useless to plants.

Books and brass-colored eyes emerged from the crooked white tower, staring at the starry sky, which had no advantage in the face of the breath of life, constantly looking for the weakness of the other party, and the light containing purifying power shot straight into the sky, cutting through the bottomless night, and the crumbling tower immediately began to recover its decline after receiving a little help.

The Mother of Heaven was much weaker than the gods who had been famous for a long time and had a large number of anchors, and had to be forced to retreat beyond the range of the White Tower, and as soon as a small piece of the sky returned to light, it was immediately covered by a cloud of lightning.

At the same time, in the distant sky, the god of war in tattered armor slowly stood up, holding in her hand the Dawn Greatsword that made all living beings tremble, the blade of which rubbed against the clouds, outlining a superb scene of a sea of black clouds parting in its pass.

And when everyone was relieved from this aberration, George III, who was standing on the ground, immediately began to move, and she made a movement towards all the bishops of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom in front of her, her palms open, her fists clenched, and her wrists twisted.

Like a crisp piece of paper crumpled into a ball, all of their limbs twisted and twisted in the same second, collapsing towards a point in the center of their bodies, their bones and muscles making overwhelmed sounds, their faces horrified with pain, but their throats and vocal cords had been torn and twisted first, cutting out all the noise. The ribs contracted, puncturing the heart and lungs, and a large amount of blood poured out of the throat or other cracks, and eventually, everyone was reduced to a mass of flesh wrapped in clothes and flesh.

Thunder lit up the sky, and the royal guards sprang into action and began to hunt down all the believers of the Church of God of Knowledge and Wisdom in the vicinity.

For a time, there was a flood of mourning, blood splattered, and cries and shouts rang out.

George III's body expanded and opened afar, and the huge humanoid creature in the shadows looked down on the earth with a hideous look, almost merging with the dark sky, and the ends of every sense stretched out, connecting the distant kingdom of Rune, shimmering with chaotic and disorderly colors.

She looked down on the chaotic capital of Lemburg, and under the distortion, her voice spread majestically:

"I am the Emperor of Rune, George Augustus III, and the Emperor of Lemburg, Segal, and Marcy!"

"From this day forward, your country will be incorporated into the land of Rune, and you will be included in my protection and become my people!"

She twisted the law, twisted the covenant into submission, twisted the people's attachment to the powerful into the desire for the rule of Rune, and with the blessing of miracles, the minds of countless people changed at this moment, and the people of the three kingdoms who could hear the voice of George III temporarily put aside their belief in the god of knowledge and wisdom, and prayed to the incomparably majestic and unquestionable shadow of the emperor in their hearts:

"Emperor of Rune, ...... George III"

The shaky shadow that was still somewhat unstable suddenly became indestructible, and order and iron law descended from the sky, imperceptibly blending into the hearts of every citizen, at least at this moment, the anchor belonging to the god of knowledge and wisdom disappeared.

……

In the astral plane, the Lord of the Storm frantically brought up patches of lightning, her every move was accompanied by wind and thunder, and the god wrapped in thunder waved the halberd in her hand to cut through the forest where life was thriving, and rushed towards the huge library that flowed with brass-colored light.

The souls of the truth-seekers have been transformed into small but large spirits living in symbiosis with the books because of their learning, and they are constantly shuttling between books and shelves under the leadership of the Pope, helping the gods to analyze, rewrite, and reorganize each other's underlying laws.

The massive dragon stood in the center of a huge bookshelf large enough to allow her to move around with ease, her body made of books, pages stitched together into scales, and every inch of her body depicted a kind of knowledge.

The rain fell in a majestic manner, each drop carrying a material force, and they attacked the bookshelves at the same time, both physically and occultly, making the pages wet and sticky, and making the handwriting of the books a lake.

The wind howled, and countless elves of knowledge were instantly annihilated in the blade-like storm.

There are other substitutes in this world, but this is something that both gods and humans can understand.

If the Lord of the Storm succeeds in seizing the authority of Herabergan and becomes a true god of the two paths, Fenerpoter, where the Mother Earth God is located, will be completely wrapped in Rune's land, and if Rune sends troops, even if the war of the gods can still be fought, the people of Fenerport will be annihilated in an instant!

The night receded quickly, leaving the battlefield with the light of dusk, leaving only the wind, knowledge, and forests entangled in the astral plane.

The god of war held aloft the sword of the morning sun, and an endless light brewed in it, ready to cut through the adventurous night.

The Mother of Heaven felt that she was locked by Sen Ran's killing intent, as if she could not stop the sword light that destroyed everything no matter where she fled, and just as she was thinking about how to fight to the death, a calm sound of water that seemed to resound directly in the spirit body broke into the minds of the two of them at the same time, and layers of black mist filled the void, hanging in the sky like a winding black river.

In the sky of the distant and violent sea, above the winding river in the sky, a hazy figure stood there, pale flames burning in its eyes.

Sallinger stared at the Mother of Heaven with a cold gaze, and swept over the god of war in the distance, the former was not good at secret, he was the weakest in the adjacent path, if the three of them really got together, he would be nothing more than a piece of fat to be fought over by two predators.

The Mother of Heaven stepped back a little, keeping a certain distance from the other two.

Immediately, her two human arms lifted up and held up a dream.

In the dreamland is the ancient Honaches Mountains, with large primeval forests covering the mountains, and old and peaceful villages spreading out at the foot of the mountains. A huge eight-legged demon wolf was roaming freely through the mountains, black spirit threads connecting the bustling towns on the top of the mountains.

Sometimes she rubs shoulders with her human followers like the wind, and sometimes finds her friendly kindred to frolic in the mountains. Sometimes he hunts distant prey like a real wolf, and sometimes he takes the form of a human and enters the town and talks to the believers.

This is the dream of the "half-fool" Antigonus!

The Mother of Heaven rejects the use of Antigonus as a weapon, and the arrival of death has given her time, but if the God of War strikes him with a sword regardless of it, she may really have to think about whether to release her brother as a last resort.

There was a slight froze in the atmosphere between the three gods of the adjacent path, extremely heavy, but no one tried to take a step forward.

Distant Intis, the place where the sun rises, opens huge metallic eyes in the sky. Countless gears turned, and layers of metal scale rings circled the eyeball, simulating the trajectory of the stars in her eyes.

His eyes looked around, and he saw the angels of war dozing comfortably in the barracks, taking the whistling wind as an accompaniment, not caring at all about the traitors. After another attempt, the prayer to the true Creator was still spiritually answered, and she closed it again and disappeared into the air.

Source change app】

As soon as the picture turns, the throne of the Black Emperor connects to the earth, she is the god on the earth, blocking the connection between the people on the earth and the white tower in the sky.

The towering trees fought against the storm, and the two gods joined forces to push the waves back and tear the wind apart, but they couldn't change the gradual decline of Herabergen due to the loss of anchor points. Their struggle intensified, plant by plant grew, different extraordinary abilities unfolded, and omniscient omnipotence had an intractable power that was a headache for all true gods.

But as time dragged on, the light of a red moon became brighter and brighter in the cloudy sky.

The growth of the Tree of Life slowed, and when the edges of the leaves shone red, the Mother Earth Goddess in the astral plane, who was holding the baby in her arms, sighed, and the giant tree that supported the White Tower gradually shrank and fell into her hands, turning into a new leaf.

She held the leaf above her head, blocking the gaze of the mother who was calling her daughter earnestly.

The sky was gradually swallowed up by the storm, and the White Tower collapsed and fell layer by layer in the wind.

Seeing that he had nowhere to run, the dragon sighed, "I am willing to surrender my uniqueness and sequence one." ”

The figure shrouded in thunder stopped in the library, the brass-colored world slowly collapsed, and the voice of the Storm Lord rumbled:

"What if I want your three-part sequence one and uniqueness?"

There was not much hesitation on Herabergen's face, which was constructed of the pages: "...... You won, that's the spoils you won. ”

In the other party's unthinking answer, Leodro took another step and slowly approached the dragon, and the "prophet" of the true god level suddenly understood something, waved his wings reluctantly, and flew out of his divine kingdom like a streamer!

Rumble!

The library crashed down, locking the Lord of the Storm inside.

"How long have we been fighting, Herabergen?"

Leodro raised the halberd in her hand, and she stabbed it towards the sky, and the sky of the astral plane responded to the order of the King of the Sky.

The brass-colored world crumbled, the elves and the scholars died in wailing, the Pope, who had fought so hard to hold back to the end, collapsed, her lifeless body fell into a book and became a character in the story, and her extraordinary properties took off on their own and merged into the body of the Storm Lord.

"When the Creator announced his return, I felt a glimmer of joy, a joy in my blood boiling again."

"It's been so long that I've forgotten the joy of fighting, and it's clear that in the once heavenly kingdom, we fought day after day, for her, and for humanity."

With a flash of thunder, the Lord of the Storm suddenly appeared on the sea, even faster than the dragon that had escaped and rushed to the Eastern Continent.

She raised her trident, and the sea and thunder responded to the order of the Emperor of the Sea, and the footsteps of the gods walked on the sea, and the sky and the earth trembled together.

"In the past, when the Medici commanded armies, you advised, and Osekus propagated the faith, my waves were as unstoppable as the Creator's...... Together, we took over the world, and then, we killed her, ate her, turned against each other, and spent two long eras in endless suspicion and fear of betrayal. ”

"When she came back, when she killed Ossekus, I suddenly felt that I was tired of this calm."

The Lord of the Storm looked at the dragon with infinite remembrance, his voice with a nostalgic warmth, and the halberd wrapped in thunder and lightning pointed directly at the dragon's back.

She felt as if she had returned to the time when she was once in the glorious kingdom of heaven, full of yearning for strength, full of anticipation for the future, the blood of the wind angels was still hot, and she would actively respond to the prayers of her followers to save them from the tsunami and the wind and waves. She loves to fight, she wants to fight, she wants to be stronger, but she also has a reverence for strength and a love for humanity.

In the distant past, the former kings of the eight angels are now buried and changed by history, and they can no longer be seen.

"Helabergen, I've wanted to say it a long time ago."

"I'm still the most opportunistic person than Medici."

She threw a halberd of thunder, and the devastating explosion of thunder exploded on the dragon's body.

tbc

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Zeus vs. God, how could I have such a dream.