End of February 4423 in the solar calendar.

The Trisur Empire fought with Beelzebub, Byron, and Shuoli in a chaotic war, and completely fell into the war of the century that affected the entire continent.

Bullets rained down, and artillery fire continued to blow up the sky.

Residents close to the border are worried all day long, for fear that one day they will be implicated and die in vain.

Within the empire, mysterious events occur more and more frequently, and people often spontaneously combust in the streets, or suddenly explode into high-temperature plasma and die suddenly.

Restlessness and panic boiled over completely.

The penultimate day of February.

In the evening.

One hundred and thirty-two daytime obelisks in the empire shone at the same time, and the golden pillars of light soared into the sky, attracting the attention of countless residents.

Just when people were surprised, a gentle and holy female voice suddenly sounded in their ears:

"Attention all the inhabitants of the Trisur Empire, I am Anna Trisur, the daughter of Andrei Trisur, and your new queen...... It is my great pity to tell you that our beloved King, Andre the Great, the hero who ended the wars of the last era and unified the continent, rests in Tourmaline Kloster, who died at the hands of Jakespett, the king of the garments......"

At the same time, countless residents of the empire were shocked and inexplicable.

"Our king, fallen?!"

"Andrei the Great is dead......"

"Damn the King of Grey Clothes! Damn the evil gods! ”

"Father Lie is above!"

Some grieve, some are angry, some are desperate, and some are numb.

The pride of being an imperial man was shaken at this moment.

The War of the Century shattered all peace, and the people of the Empire, who were originally full of confidence, were at first in disbelief after hearing the news of the fall of His Majesty the Sun King, and then felt deep regret and despair.

The empire has lost its great Sun King, and they have lost their faith.

Many of the people began to worry about what would happen to ordinary people if the empire was defeated in the Great War......

The deeper you think, the more fear prevails.

And, of course, the endless hatred for the King of Grey Clothes!

He is the one who brings the disaster, and He is the one who destroys the hope!

"Sons of the Empire, Father Martyr has mercy and protects Trasur...... When the king fell, the sun sent a divine punishment and killed the king of the garments once and for all, so you don't have to worry about the threat from him......"

Queen Anna's tone became softer, as if to soothe the wounded hearts of the people of the Empire.

On the streets of a major city, countless residents cheered.

This is the best news I have heard in recent days.

"Mom, what are you crying about?"

A child asked, his eyes wide open.

The mother squatted down with the corners of her eyes, squeezed out a smile and said:

"It's nothing, Hinkel, Mama is just too happy that Her Majesty Queen Anna has told us the good news...... The big bad guy who killed your father has finally been eliminated by the sun god! We are all saved! ”

On the rest bench on the side of the street, two figures were sitting, and they looked at the scene before them in silence.

Half a day.

The man with long dark green hair spoke:

"I have to say that I admire the King of Clothes a little, obviously he is just a demigod, but he successfully assassinated Andrei the Great across two sequences...... Even if he died, he still caused such a big turmoil and stirred up the whole continent. ”

Beside him, a withered figure wearing a high crown groaned.

He said in a very hoarse voice:

"Garcia, how do you know that the King of Grey Clothes is dead?"

Dagon Garcia Peter's eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean, Leonid?"

The master laughed lightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he spat out a short sentence:

"Destiny Sequence 2 [Anonymous] Ritual!"

"He died before me and all the angels, and he died at the mercy of the Father, and even the remnants were extracted...... I don't believe a demigod can do that. ”

Dagon said thoughtfully.

The master stroked the ancient sheepskin in his hand and hissed:

"I suspect that Jakespet inherited the inheritance of the Ring Gong, and he holds the 'hidden' authority of destiny in his hands......"

Gon's face froze.

"How sure are you?"

"Sixty percent."

The examiner replied succinctly.

"Is there any evidence?"

"Nope."

"Then where did you come from?"

"The attitude of the cat god Maggie Milla towards him, and the timing of Mr. Crystal Yao's appearance......"

The clerk said lightly.

Dagon looked pensive.

"If what you say is true, wait for the angelic ritual to be completed......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the examiner interrupted in advance:

"The King of Clothes will definitely clean us up!"

Then.

The two angels stopped talking, got up almost at the same time, raised their heads with solemn faces, and looked up at the horizon.

The sunset that originally fell into the sky suddenly changed dramatically at this moment!

I saw that the darkness gradually spread over the red sun, like a solar eclipse, but it did not completely cover it, and still left a third of the red part.

The most bizarre thing is that the edges of the pitch-black "eclipse" are not smooth, but show irregular, spiderweb-like cracks......

The sky was getting darker, but the sun never set.

Even, unusually re-rising!

"The Fierce Father Lost His Balance......"

The scroller's tone was solemn.

"The pollution continues to accumulate, and He will fall!"

"And that day is not far off."

Dagon let out a long breath.

"Ahh

Screams rang out.

Under the glow of the setting sun.

On the streets, one after another, ordinary people inexplicably spontaneously combusted, wailing and struggling to the ground, and were soon burned to a pile of debris.

The crowd fled frantically, and humanoid torches were scattered all around, infiltrating people treacherously.

In a short time, the originally lively streets were empty.

The ashes were left in one place, and they were lifted by the wind, casting a layer of desperate smog over the city......

Queen Anna's voice echoed in this "ghost town":

"Sons of the Empire, please have faith that together we can defeat foreign enemies and rebuild our homeland, just as we believe that the great sun will never set, shining and protecting us at all times!"

Her voice rose and her tone became more agitated.

Yet only the ashes on the ground are listening......

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Astral Plane.

Shrouded in darkness, but all over the world of shining stars.

The sun, half gold and half black, stood high in the sky.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the outline of the sun's edge appears and trembles violently at high speeds......

It gives a feeling of extreme instability.

At this moment, Mansfield, the Rose King, and Priscilla, the Shimmering King, were here, and the two of them did not communicate with each other, but stood opposite each other.

After a while, Dagon and the Scroller also appeared suddenly.

"The Fierce Father is about to get out of control, this is a rare opportunity......"

The master said lightly.

"If you can eat the remnants of His body, even if it is a small part, you can get enough authority...... I don't think any angel wants to miss it. ”

As if to seal His word.

In the distance, figures appeared one after another, including men and women, old and young, dressed in ancient styles and modern dresses.

The only thing they have in common is that they all have indifferent expressions on their faces, lacking some kind of vivid emotion.

Even more striking.

Suddenly starlight fell from the sky, and an elegant woman with a perfect posture, a crown on her head, and a brilliant silver gauze skirt walked out slowly.

The words of the world are difficult to describe his beautiful features, and the stars and mist always linger around him, giving people a sense of nobility but affinity.

"The stars are gods, the empress is ......"

A large part of the angels saluted him, with due respect for the existence at the end of the sequence.

The Bright Empress bowed her head slightly, revealing a smile.

Then He raised his head, gazed at the sun with his shining eyes, and said lightly:

"Kingsley Wattswall, this day, I've waited too long......"

There was silence all around.

The high-ranking people present were waiting in silence.

Waiting for the moment when the Martyr Father is completely out of control.

For them, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye, not to mention that it doesn't take a hundred years for the Martyr Father to get out of control.

But it didn't take long.

All the high-ranking people turned their heads one after another, their expressions changed slightly, and they exclaimed one after another.

I saw two figures slowly walking from the other end, and the abrupt footsteps were particularly piercing in the dead astral boundary.

A man with short black hair, round-rimmed glasses, and a velvet robe with his hands behind his back as if for a leisurely stroll.

One person wore a short ponytail, two strands of long hair fell from his forehead, a black tuxedo dragged his long tail, his right hand wearing white gloves elegantly held a wine glass, and his left hand was behind him, and his posture was straight.

"Mr. Crystal Yao! The King of Slaughter! ”

The angels were amazed.

If the arrival of the Bright Empress was expected, then Mr. Crystalline's arrival was very surprising, and what shocked them even more was-

Conrad, the king of killing, has become a god!

Following the fall of the Old Man in the early Fourth Age, after tens of thousands of years, another new god ascended to the zero sequence of the conspiracy path, rising before their eyes!

Conrad's aura is extremely restrained, very different from most angels, and even Mr. Crystal Yao beside him.

It's not murderous intent, it's not terror and coercion.

It's ordinary and harmless, and at first glance, it's like an ordinary person.

This is even more creepy.

The angels have extraordinary mental power, and after a little thought, they have figured out something......

Originally.

After the Red Plague, the Council of Generosity replaced the Red Apple Church as one of the new Church of the Seven, and Conrad, as the Righteous God of the Empire, gained enough anchor and sanity to successfully suppress the Death Twin and seize the power of the two conspiracies.

In the Sunset incident, Conrad was the final winner, killing the Rose Gardener Dolomi Purnis and obtaining the crucial fifth Sole Divinity, the Flesh and Blood Authority.

The recent death of Andrei, the Sun King, directly led to the difficulty of quelling the Great War of the Century, which is actually the godhood ceremony of the King of Slaughter!

He was able to ascend to Sequence Zero!

And among them, there is an extremely key person......

Jakespet, the king of the coats!

Throughout the whole process of Conrad's godhood, the important stage is in these few short years, and the King of Grey is his greatest help!

It can be said that it is indispensable!

At this moment, the angels present suddenly realized.

They were both amazed by the ambition of the King of Slaughter and amazed at the plan of the King of Clothes, and the combination of the two was truly chilling.

Fortunately, the King of the Cloth has died at the mercy of the Divine Father......

"I'm sorry, all of you."

Conrad chuckled, looked around the astral plane, and said slowly.

He held up the glass in his hand.

Through the bright red wine, you can vaguely see those calm eyes.

"The martyr father can't die yet, let alone die at your hands."

The angels all frowned.

Although they were dissatisfied with the domineering of the Killing King, no one dared to refute it...... After all, Conrad is already a true god, the strongest one standing on top of the world.

What's more, beside him, there is still Mr. Jingyao.

The angels present combined, I'm afraid they are not the opponents of these two.

Even with the addition of the Bright Empress......

This true god of the stars was robbed of two unique divinities by the Fierce Father in his early years, and if he really counted, his current strength is at most only the king of angels with the personality of a true god.

The angels did not communicate, but they were quite knowledgeable about current affairs.

Soon, there were the first ones to leave, and more and more followed.

The King of Slaughter and Mr. Jingyao have joined forces, and the oracles of the two true gods, the angels dare not obey.

Even if the current Fierce Father is like a plate of delicious cakes, everyone wants to share a bite, but there are two guillotines next to the cake.

Two of the sharpest guillotines in the world!

Whoever dares to come up will die without a place to be buried.

As the Rose King and the Shimmer King departed one after another, Dagon and the Celebrant also looked at each other and disappeared with a calm face.

Until only the Bright Empress is left in the astral boundary.

This indescribably beautiful woman turned her head and smiled faintly at Mr. Jingyao.

"Angela, you're still so confused."

However, Mr. Jingyao only calmly replied:

"It's better to lose your authority than to lose your life, Jessica."

Conrad chuckled and looked at the two of them with interest.

The Bright Empress stopped speaking, and with a cold snort, she dissipated into a galaxy.

Mr. Jingyao lit a cigarette casually, looked up at the starry sky and the huge sun that was half gold and half black, swallowed the clouds and exhaled the mist, and said without turning his head:

"This is also the young man's plan?"

"Hmm."

Conrad stepped forward and took a sip of his drink.

He remembered the last words Jack had said to him that day at the winery—

“…… Since the Fierce Father can't die yet, then I will take matters into my own hands after I become a god, and I will deal with the threats of the old days and the outer gods from the outside world! If you trust me, then I will do my best to help you become a god! ”

In retrospect, Conrad still thinks that the King of Grey Clothes is extremely arrogant, but he inexplicably believes the other party.

Holding his glass high to the void, He looked solemn.

"Thank you."

Mr. Jingyao on the side knew exactly who he was thanking him for.

Then I heard the King of Slaughter say calmly:

"A day without return, a lot of war, and the constant feedback of the ritual is enough to get you promoted to eternity...... Wait for your return, my friend. ”

Chapter 2 is a little later, and today the agate volume ends;

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