"Xiao Chi won?"

"No, he lost."

「......」

When Scarlet saw Miss Lily's happiness and a long-lost smile on her face, next to the Holy See, the long table that represented power and sacredness, an old head of the clergy opened his eyes violently.

His facial muscles twitched, and his expression was unusually angry: "This damn fool!"

"He's thought of the most crucial part of sanctioning Crimson, but he didn't consult us at all, and instead challenged Crimson alone for the chance to become an archbishop!"

"Damn it, if he had said his purpose in the first place, things wouldn't have turned out the way they are!"

「......」

Someone next to him opened his eyes suddenly: "If he had said it a long time ago, we could have won?"

"No, but I won't agree with him doing that!"

The expressions of the person who spoke before were distorted, and he roared angrily, "Because by doing this, once you win, you can sit back and relax, but once you lose, Crimson will find her most important direction."

"Our spear of truth will be his most powerful weapon!"

「......」

In the face of his anger, the people at the long table fell silent.

There is no doubt that the Itinerant Church, or the Holy See, is powerful, but everyone is very clear about its own problems, that is, the Church has never been monolithic, but independent.

The Foundation has already made a lot of mistakes because of some philosophical differences between the three mentors, and the reason why the Wandering Church has not been able to fight back against the Foundation so far is because the Wandering Church's own problems are more serious than those of the Foundation.

These priests, the leaders of the clergy, the leaders of the faithful, originally believed in different gods, observed different doctrines, and served the same objects and ideas.

So, everyone is hiding their secrets and calculating their own interests.

Such a situation will make everyone feel angry, but in addition to anger, they actually understand that such a thing can be said to be doomed.

So far, apart from complaining, the only thing that can be done is to remedy it......

The head of the clergy regiment, who had been silent, raised his head sharply: "Now is not the time to quarrel."

"We have been driven out of the wilderness, countless believers and churches have been abandoned, and now the sacred realm is our last foundation."

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is not the time to secretly cultivate your strength."

「......」

Although he did not say this explicitly, everyone present understood it.

Now, it's time for everyone to gather their strength and fight the Crimson together, otherwise, the last foundation will be destroyed and everything will be in vain.

"Crimson's success against the Spear of Truth is an accident, but it's not a big deal."

"We've known for a long time that the Crimson, which has been renewed from generation to generation, is unlikely to be killed by the old methods."

"However, Crimson's strategy was wrong in the first place, and it was a foolish idea for him to come alone and want to destroy the Divine Realm!"

「......」

As a dull voice rang out, a man in a black robe stood up.

As he got up, the black robe faded, and in the process of fading, it disappeared little by little, revealing a dark armor on his body, and under the helmet of the black hole, two cold eyes shot light, and shouted in a deep voice:

"On behalf of the God of War, I will face the Crimson head-on, but the responsibility for protecting the believers in the Sacred Realm is up to all of you present."

「......」

"Head of the Fourth Priesthood......

Everyone was silent, and as the head of the Fourth Clergy Regiment of the War Demon, he was recognized as the most powerful individual.

It's just that because of the power of the war demons, too much of the Holy Court needs to be used

has caused the war demon to be put on hold, but now is obviously not the time to put it on hold.

"Very well, it's time for us to go all out."

At this point, the rest of the people present could only nod silently, a little embarrassed.

The Holy Curia has never been united, but, ironically, there really will be a moment when they will be united.

That's when confronting the Crimson Demon.

It's just that when everyone sighed in a low voice, and each thought about which totem to summon, and what demonic taboo to use to force back the scarlet, the atmosphere changed from the beginning of the depression to a little improved.

They suddenly heard movement outside, and their expressions froze instantly.

There was a trace of spiritual breath, like falling rain, slowly falling from the sky, and the slightest coolness penetrated into the hall of the gods.

The hearts of everyone present, including the war demon, trembled at the same time:

"......"

「......」

Before this, no one expected Scarlet to be so unmartial artistic.

You are a great demon, you came to the Sacred Realm, and you didn't even pounce directly on the Sacred Sect without opening your teeth......

What is that thing you're putting in the sky?

......

High in the sky, the hymn of hell is falling towards the sacred realm.

The black, slimy, vaguely human-shaped, but aesthetically devoid of any sense of technology was peeling off its black shell little by little as it fell.

The surrounding air seemed to be cut and stitched together by some strange silk thread, gradually becoming distorted and weird, while the hymn to hell was shaved off its bloated side, and was getting closer and closer to the shape of a human being, and even under the black and slimy shell, it revealed a white, even somewhat sacred complexion, and even the exquisite dreamlike facial features began to be exposed to everyone little by little.

At this moment, the entire sacred realm, all the inhabitants felt the fall of this thing, and subconsciously looked up.

And inside or outside the Divine Realm, all those who had some kind of logical connection with the Divine Realm also felt her fall, and looked up blankly at the exquisite face.

"Green Goblin, Baehead, Red Angel, Black Death......

At this moment, Wei Wei was also looking at the hellish hymn that fell from the ghost lady, and gradually discovered the wonder of its essence, and his expression became expectant and surprised.

"Most of the weapons produced by the Pioneer Lab are based on science and technology, but I didn't expect that at this level, they have a different essence......

「......」

While he was thinking about these questions, Hell Hymn had already fallen to a height of ten meters above the ground, and the black shell had been completely peeled off at this moment.

Then, the hymn to hell, which was rapidly falling, suddenly stopped against common sense and floated into the air.

Centered on this holy and beautiful image, a trace of invisible silk stitches together the surrounding space, or rather, the spiritual world of people who have seen it in the sacred realm.

At this moment, there was not the slightest danger in the body of Hell Hymn, only pure tranquility.

"Oh no, close your eyes!"

In the main hall of the Holy Court, someone was suddenly angry and shouted loudly.

He tried to use his voice to remind all the believers in the divine realm that he could indeed do it, and let his will spread quickly in the spiritual realm.

Only this time, he was half a step late, and the moment his will spread out, it had been cut by an invisible silk thread.

The special weapon of the fifth level of the foundation, not only Wei Wei did not know the specific release data, but the wandering church obviously did not know.

It's just that the expressions of the people of the Holy Court froze, stunned, and frightened.

On Wei Wei's face, a smile was gradually blooming, as if he had seen a child with an oversized cannon staff.

He exhaled softly and whispered to himself, "Curse!"

......

......

"Buzz ......"

When Wei Wei said the name of the Hell Hymn, the white humanoid saintess who was floating in the air, still and motionless, suddenly emitted the first circle of fluctuations.

This wave spreads outward, but not according to physical common sense, but along some surreal logic.

For example, if someone sees this white humanoid saintess, then this fluctuation will swing into his spiritual world, and after that, instead of passing through his brain and swinging to the people behind him, it will swing to other places according to some logic in his heart and his fate, layer by layer, circle by circle, filling the spiritual world of people in the sacred realm, and through their spiritual world, passing into the spiritual world of those slaves, heretics, and witches who have been put in prisons and waiting to be burned to death.

Obviously, in the transmission logic of the hymn to hell, the sacred realm is not limited to a few cities that can be seen and affected in front of you.

The sacred realm includes these cities, as well as the believers in them, as well as the miserable underprivileges who feed these believers and are unable to determine their own fate.

In the exhaustion of despair, they heard the melodious, looming singing, and when they looked up, they saw the holy shadows, and even the holy believers whose expressions were dull and frightened.

So in my desperate heart, I couldn't help but think, "What are those big people doing?

"They're scared ......"

"Why should they be afraid when they live in such a nice house and enjoy God's gift directly?"

"Maybe ......"

"This is because, in essence, they are all the same people as us?"

"If we are all the same people, then why should we be so miserable when they can be so happy?"

"Why should the unhappy be condescendingly blamed by the happy?"

「......」

It's impossible not to be dissatisfied, even if you are desperate, you will have a trace of dissatisfaction in your heart when you are bullied.

Sometimes, this trace of dissatisfaction is the most precious thing.

There are hundreds of thousands of people in the Divine Realm, the happiest people, and there are a hundred times more than that, or even a hundred times more than that, and even a hundred times more people to feed them.

There is no way to vent the grievances of these people, because God stands by those who are happy.

But now, they suddenly saw an opportunity.

......

......

"So this is the hymn of hell!"

Wei Wei looked at the smooth image, trembling with excitement, and even felt a little moved.

"The hymn to hell is not even offensive in nature, because it is only a way of connecting, like a mirror, reflecting another dimension."

"Its true power depends on the person who released it."

"The will of the freer can destroy the locked area through this invisible force field."

「......」

It's just that now at a critical time, the hymn to hell was released by the ghost lady, but the ghost lady has a broken will, so the decision is up to Wei Wei.

But Wei Wei didn't exercise this will, but suddenly laughed and raised his hand.

He gave this will to those who were pressed down by the divine realm and could not raise their heads for eternity.

The subordinates and people at the bottom of the Divine Realm may never have the opportunity to look up at the sky in their lifetime, but the only time they looked at the sky, they saw that holy shadow.

It was the only time they felt a red shadow appear around them.

The shadow whispered in their ears

, with a gentle voice, tell them to boldly express everything they think in their hearts.

So, finally, someone showed anger on their faces.

......

"Buzz ......"

The second ripple begins to spread outward, and when it spreads to the very end, it bounces back, and so on.

It's just that in this process, there are already some resentments, and these resentments have turned into tangible power and hit the minds of the most core holy people.

"Buzzing ......"

The cycle goes on and on, and the power of this resentment becomes heavier and heavier.

Following the logic of nothingness but real existence, these grievances found their master, a man in a high position in the city, always with a righteous and firm expression, his eyes suddenly became hollow, and there was a slight crack, he had always felt that he was a righteous man, because he was loyal to the gods, loved his children and family, and such a noble man would even get out of a comfortable car on a rainy night, risk soiling his shoes, and save a kitten shivering in a tree.

Who is more noble and kinder than himself?

But at this moment, he saw one after another unjust spirits appear, their clothes naked, their eyes red, and they pounced on him viciously.

Suddenly he felt an endless panic, and fell to the ground, crying and crying.

The same cries came and went, the ground was full of kneeling people, and the whole city began to be covered with an invisible curse.

If ten people can exchange their despair and hardship for one person's happiness and joy, then what kind of situation will occur when the despair and hardship of these ten people are exchanged at a certain moment and concentrated on this one person?

That's horror.

It's a horror that this person has never experienced, or even imagined.

It was as if at first there was a faint strange singing voice in my ears, and I looked carefully but couldn't find it, but suddenly I found that the song was getting louder and louder, and I could hear it clearly without looking for it, and in the end, there was already an overwhelming singing voice coming from all directions, and I saw the demons crawling out of hell, and I saw the trembling smiles on their faces, and I saw countless demon apostles appear in all directions of me, and they sang happily, praising this beautiful pure land, and began to be polluted and devoured by demons.

Their spirits began to crumble, and this collapse affected the tall buildings and roads, and the entire sacred realm.

Like fine porcelain, it is being destroyed by brutal force.

......

"Demons!"

"Crimson will always be a demon, a demon who will destroy everything!"

"Open your eyes and see what you've done......

When the entire Divine Realm was plunged into a hellish panic, there was endless anger in the Holy Court.

They are also doing everything they can to stop this, some are desperately rushing towards the holy shadow in the air, others are summoning totems, trying to snipe the scarlet, but when this hell hymn appears, and the whole sacred realm is filled with cold and crazy songs, they find that they are facing a wave of hell that is sweeping the heavens and the earth, even the totems they send out, they feel unprecedented insignificance in front of this volume, and they even try to disobey, wanting to escape from this real hell as soon as possible.

"Demons?"

And in the midst of this angry curse and endless panic, Wei Wei turned around easily, with a heartfelt smile on his face: "I may indeed be a demon."

"But look, they're laughing......

「......」

As he said this, his gaze passed through the well-dressed but panicked crowd, to the more low-level, unclothed, almost stripped of their identity.

There, for the first time, many people had smiles on their faces.

The songs of hell are louder and more beautiful, and endless souls wander around

between cities.

With this as a background, Wei Wei felt a real happiness, as if something that was bothering him was broken, and he walked up a step.

The Crimson Seventh Person.

In the midst of this endless demon, in a world where the eyes of countless desperate people are intertwined, he is elevated to symbol.

Previously, he had walked through the corners of various cities in the Divine Realm, leaving countless bloody footprints, and now, all these footprints began to pave the way for him to reach a higher level.

......

"The first transcendent ever to rise to the seventh person as a human has appeared."

"With a ritual of his own making."

In a mysterious space, someone recorded it with a quill pen, and when he said these words, he was even a little moved.

"But are you mistaken......

A puzzled voice also sounded: "He did rise to the seventh person, but he is not human at heart......

The recorder just laughed, "It's too early to talk about this!"

......

......

"It's time."

In the second city defense line, Ye Feifei didn't know why she suddenly changed from the heartache just now to a relaxed and relieved expression, she didn't quite understand why her mood was experiencing such a change.

But as the butler by the door, as if he heard something, the door to the study in the deepest part of the manor was opened.

Whether it was Ye's father and Ye's mother, or his cousin, or even his younger brother, they all stood up a little nervously, but the housekeeper signaled that only Ye Feifei would go in alone.

"This is about to meet the most mysterious clan grandfather in the family?"

Ye Feifei was also a little apprehensive, and because of the inexplicable change in mood, he didn't want to enter this study.

It's just that she has arrived here, and she has no other choice, so she can only force herself to suppress her mood, slowly get up, and walk into the study in small steps.

Behind him, Father Ye's eyes suddenly became worried and remorseful.

"Clan...... Grandpa?"

The moment he entered the study, Ye Feifei saw the mysterious old man, who was said to have lived to be one hundred and sixty years old, which was simply an astonishing longevity.

It's just that, unlike the fairy wind bones in his imagination, in the study, lying on the big bed is actually an old man with a bloated body and even deformed, or a monster.

It is very large, but this volume is indeed composed of layers of flesh and folds.

It can barely see the human form, so it can only lie on the bed, under the wrinkles of the flesh like a peony flower, there are organs that seem to be eyes, and it cast a pleased and kind gaze towards Ye Feifei:

"Feifei ......"

"The most powerful demonic forbidden vessel ever created!"

"My granddaughter!"

"We put everything into the experiment......

"The prophesied hour has come, the Rose is about to bloom, and you, are you ready to accept your fate?"

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