Baker Street has been burned, and the ruins left behind by the burning are indicative of the tragic situation at the scene.

The earth-shattering cries of the soldiers, the hoarse roars of the walking corpses, and the cries and pleadings of the remaining civilians.

The voices are intertwined, the flames soar into the sky, and everywhere you look, the word tragic is indescribable.

The full moon had risen in the sky, but dusk had not yet set.

If you look at it from a distance, you can see that this scene is like an oil painting, with a strong sense of epic.

Ji Yan looked at the battlefield that was falling into a fierce battle at the moment, and his heart was a little heavy.

The strong smell of rust continued to invade his nose, and a small red river was already flowing on the ground.

"System."

A blue panel quickly unfolded in front of Ji Yan.

He opened his friends list and clicked into Eve's chat.

Skipping her prayers, his gaze came to the input box.

With a single thought, you can edit a message in an instant.

It was to the effect that Eve would perform the sacrifice at this moment.

With the watchful eye of the Lord of Dusk, the location and time of its summoning can be basically determined.

After listening to the black-robed priest's plan, he had already guessed in his heart that the Son was Eve.

Although I was a little surprised that she would be in the imperial capital, I didn't seem so surprised when I connected some clues.

And at this moment, Eve should be the secret meeting place, that is, the street in front of him.

Just as she was about to send the message, Eve's avatar jumped on its own.

"Eve Ornjohurst has initiated a video chat with you."

"Answer or not."

Ji Yan was stunned for a moment, but then reacted that it should be the priest whose plan was successful.

Faced with this scene, he naturally could not miss this opportunity.

Finding a safe location, he clicked OK.

"Answer."

"Wait, we're connecting......"

"The connection is successful, and the ...... is started"

——

There was a crisp sound in the sky like glass shattering.

The crowd on the ground can hear it clearly, as if the sound is transmitted directly to the brain.

But then there was an inexplicable surge of sadness, and my heart was heart-wrenching.

This kind of affection is like a fragile child, who has lost the meticulous protection of his parents.

The cracking sound continued, and thin black threads rose above the fiery sky.

The thin lines expanded, and soon cracked into gaps, through which a gray white mist could be faintly glimpsed.

A wisp of breath wafted out, as if it were the most extreme fear in the world.

The white mist gradually gnawed at the real world, expanding its scope.

Then an indescribable presence emerged from the fog of confession, casting a large shadow on the ground.

From the precipitous mountains in the east to the vast desert in the west.

Part of the empire is shrouded in shadows.

All the ordinary people in the shadows seemed to be blinded, and their eyes suddenly lost their mixed colors.

There are objects that are imaged in both eyes, but the brain just can't receive the information.

And it's not just the eyes.

It is as if all the senses of the body have been deprived, or abnormal.

They are like fools at the moment, unable to have a clear knowledge and understanding of the world.

It is the body that cuts itself off from the outside world.

This is the instinct of mortals to protect themselves when they encounter an incomprehensible being.

But there is also a group of people who are mysteries.

They have already practiced enlightenment, even if they are self-contained, and their inspiration is constantly issuing warnings, as if they are out of control.

Don't look up!

Don't look up!!

Don't look up!!

At this moment, in the imperial capital, whether it is the Dusk Order, or the Secret Department, or the Secret Holy See and other huge forces.

A large part of the members bowed their heads in fear, and some even fell to their knees with their foreheads touching the ground.

It seems that this is the only way to alleviate some of the terrifying coercion from the Lord of Dusk.

Mystics and warlocks know much more than the average person.

Because of this, the pressure on them is even greater.

Only some of the Morning Star and the Radiant Moon powerhouses who had the rules in their bodies could barely keep moving.

What exactly is going on!!

All those who are inspired ask questions in their hearts.

Then, in the dark, the answer was naturally given in my heart.

This is......

God descends!

It's not a projection in the general sense, but a real existence.

Although it is only a very small part of the arrival, it has been able to break down the barriers to the protection of the world.

I am going to die here today!

Under the morning star, there are already many warlocks' mysterious factors that are beginning to be confused.

It was as if his brain was filled with something incomprehensible, and for a moment he froze in place and lost consciousness, only his body trembled instinctively.

——

On the top of a very high building, from here, you can see the bustling and charming scenery of the imperial capital.

The archbishop sat cross-legged here, looking at the chaotic scene of Baker Street, a smile on his lips.

When the sky returned from night to dusk, he felt an unprecedented pressure, as if ten thousand pounds of sea water had added to him.

But the archbishop did not move, as if it had no effect.

It was only when a shadow emerged from the sky that his body was overwhelmed and creaked.

Inspired by the madness of agitation, in front of the Lord of Dusk, who has supreme power, he involuntarily gave birth to a huge sense of powerlessness, so powerless that it was difficult to breathe.

But the archbishop burst out laughing.

Even the life and death of tens of millions of residents of the imperial capital are all in his thoughts.

The mere aftermath can wipe the city to the ground

In the face of such great power, the archbishop's laughter revealed extreme joy.

"Lord of Dusk......

"Is this God?"

"Unstoppable, it's desperate!"

The archbishop looked a little crazy, but his brain was extremely clear at the moment.

There is no more sober time than this.

He knew what he was doing.

Encouraging Bishop Randy to track down the Son of the Order of Twilight is likely to cause great disaster.

But so what?

He now witnessed the power of the gods, and the mere breath of the breath could make people feel unable to resist.

And in the midst of this, he has already found a way forward.

And the coming of the Lord of Twilight will cause great fear in the world.

This will lead to more people choosing to enter the shelter of the Lord of Light and sincerely pray for Him to come down to Him.

Although this was a tragic disaster, it was also a time for the Holy See to return to its peak.