"What did they show you?"

The muse behaved very calmly, which made her high priest feel guilty.

"Something about it. Goddess, you may search my soul." High Priestess Alini knelt down, her hands raised in the air, and her thoughts condensed into translucent notes, which then floated into the air, revealing a hazy aura.

It was a dead world.

In that silence, huge luminous bodies fell from the sky of the Spirit Realm, yes, from the place called the Divine Realm.

And one of those huge luminous bodies, the shroud that emitted spiritual light, was impressively embellished with countless translucent notes of all sizes.

In the music church, it is a beautiful kingdom that has been praised and praised by countless generations of music believers—the kingdom of the muses!

No pain, no sorrow, all day with music as your companion.

From the moment you wake up in the morning and open your eyes, you can hear the most beautiful music, and until you fall asleep at night, you are still surrounded by music.

Not only music, but also the purest dance, because Barbara, the goddess of dance, and the muse of music are famous sisters.

This is a supreme enjoyment and a lifelong pursuit for believers who love music.

But now tell the believers that the kingdom of the goddess of music has collapsed?

How can they stand it?

No matter how many times she watched this picture, Alini couldn't stand it.

The images in the picture do not stagnate, only to see the Muse's kingdom of God falling, falling from the divine realm to the spiritual realm, and then from the spiritual realm to the real dimension.

It's just that when the gorgeous country that was like a castle in the clouds crashed across the river in Atiras, the capital of art, there was no movement.

It was as if just a phantom fell onto another phantom, without any physical collision.

The kingdom of God crashed into the ground and exploded like a grand firework, turning into a strange and terrifying meteor shower. Because every meteor in this meteor shower is made up of thousands of illusory scores, and a hundred times more illusory notes.

Eventually, all the notes crumbled to the earth, and all the books of the Musical Church, the symbols and buildings with the traces of the Muse, were quickly erased.

In the end, the muse itself also dissipated in this world, leaving no trace.

This is the end of this scene.

High Priest Alini, who was kneeling on the ground, wept silently: "Goddess! If this is a vile blasphemy, please give me the most severe divine punishment! I have no complaints, and I am willing to be punished......

Alini didn't go on.

If...... Is this true?

The Muse did not answer directly, but replied in a calm tone, "How many years have you believed in me, Alini?"

"I believed in you when I was five years old, and now, fifty years."

The muse looked out the window, her eyes were calm and real, there was no feeling of a god looking down on everything, but it gave Alini the feeling that the goddess was very much like a mortal at the moment, a mortal who was dying but greedy for mortals.

"How many 50 years are there in life? It stands to reason that I should have taken you to the kingdom of God to enjoy the blessings of ......" The goddess bitterly spoke a fact that caused the High Priestess of Arini to almost break his heart.

"What, is this...... It's ......" The High Priest trembled, and even the tip of his tongue felt numb. This thunderbolt made her brain go blank and she lost her ability to speak for a short time.

The avatar of the goddess showed a poignant expression: "Shhhh

A gentle silence move, but it represents a silence from the will to the soul level.

From this moment on, the High Priest could no longer tell or express the secret of the matter in any way.

Alini's whole person seemed to be nailed to the ground, and she watched in a daze as the incarnation of the goddess beckoned, using countless notes as a barrier to isolate the prying eyes of the outside world.

The muse slowly crouched down and smiled as if he were crying at his most fanatical believer.

"Arini! For a third-rate god like me, who is a god in a mortal body, the gift of fate was marked with a price long after the Divine War a thousand years ago. It's just that the time is coming for me to pay my bills."

"Uh...... Woooo The high priest struggled as if to say something, and could not utter a single complete syllable in his throat.

The muse stood up and looked through the window again, "I know of almost every muse in several parallel worlds who have met the same fate. Their terrible wails and resentments at the end of the day almost tore my soul apart, so I refused to let them in."

At this point, Alini stopped struggling, and her eyes widened blankly.

In fact, at this point, she was completely desperate. Perhaps the high-ranking priests and regional priests below will have the opportunity to change their courts. But no power will accept a high priest.

Unexpectedly, a scene of peak and loop turning was staged at this moment.

"I'm in utter despair. Intend to live each day happily until the day of reckoning. But I found that the closer I got to that day, the more painful my heart became, for the desperate and painful feelings of the other muses were real." Speaking of this, the muse suddenly laughed, "But I'll tell you only one, it turns out that in this overworld, there may be one last chance waiting for me."

"Huh!?" High Priestess Arini noticed that she was suddenly able to speak again: "Goddess, that's ......."

"Shhhhhh Another gesture of silence only restrained the High Priest's movements, not her reactivated heart.

"What do you think I've been making money spree? I'm not the goddess of wealth!" The muse's smile suddenly burst into the face of a high priest who almost thought he had touched a false goddess.

Alini blinked vigorously.

"Arini, this is our last chance. Although I don't estimate the chance of success to be more than 30%, it is better than all the other muses. That's it, the shakers can leave on their own, and if there really is an ark of doom, then there will be no place for these shakers around me."

At this point, the muse bent her knees and gently tidied up the messy clothes of her high priest: "Be the high priest of a third-rate church that is about to come to an end."

The High Priestess's once-broken sanity was quickly restored, and she was suddenly emboldened.

She could move again.

"Do your will!"

Sending away her own high priest, the muse sighed. She withdrew her mind from her doppelganger in the real plane, sensed what her best friend was doing, and suddenly her old face turned red.

"Barbara She ......"

The muse's face was rarely crimson.

At this moment on the Caribbean, Mark is sleeping in his bedroom, having a brief and bizarre dream.

The resplendent Caribbean Opera House is empty.

On the bandbench next to the stage, musical instruments float in the air, playing a cheerful and enthusiastic polívar dance.

In the spotlight of the stage, a figure that he was not unfamiliar with appeared.

"Uh, Goddess Barbara?"

For a moment, Mark thought that he was not idle lately, so he had this kind of dream that he had never thought of.

Ouch hey! This is the goddess of dance!

The goddess in the dream has an astringent reserve on her face that she usually can't see, but Barbara still appeared in a sexy and sultry black swan dress.

The extremely close-fitting skirt wrapped her toned and plump body, and she twisted her waist and stepped on the lotus flower to the center of the stage.

When the music comes to the first climax, Barbara kicks the high heels off her feet, and suddenly a pair of white jade feet are exposed to Mark's eyes.

If a moment ago, her slightly shy expression still gave people a pure girlish temperament.

At this time, there is nothing left, and all that remains is charming.

She took an S-shape and glanced at Mark, who felt a loud bang in his head, and there was nothing left but her charming eyes

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The black waterfall-like hair that was scattered behind her head was picked up by her jade hand, and immediately flew away, revealing a slender, ivory-white neck.

The shallow smile on her cheeks, coupled with the surging red clouds, this scene is as charming as a dream. At this time, Barbara embodied the most feminine side, the kind of thrilling beauty that makes all men in the world thrill.

Next, Barbara dances a rather intense dance without a sound, showing off the extraordinary charm of her divine body in the increasingly high-pitched music.

Mr. Mark, the only spectator in the audience, even if he didn't do anything, just feeling this exhilarating feeling already made him feel like he had won over all the emperors.

Cough!

How can the emperor be qualified to let the goddess dance?

In Mark's parched mouth, the goddess danced.

Finally, the goddess walks over with graceful catwalks, her hands caressing Mark's cheeks.

It was a moving face like a cry.

"Mark, just take me away, I'll be yours."

Belch.

Mark opened his eyes suddenly, and the grotesque, exciting, and exaggerated dream was still imprinted in his mind.

Obviously facing Rosalyn's sweet sleeping face, what came to his mind was Barbara's overly sexy face.

"Hell yes! How could I have such a dream?"

Just when he thought he was being amorous, Minnie jumped out without warning.

"Goddess Barbara is coming for you? What did she just do? Why was her face so red when she left?"

It took a while for Mark to speak, "Was it really Goddess Barbara who was here just now?"

Minnie, who hadn't yet fused with the Valkyrie, nodded vigorously, "I'm her oracle! How could I not recognize the moment she gave her oracle?"

"......" Mark's 206 bones all over his body were completely frozen as if they were rusting to death.

On the other side, in the Kingdom of Dancing God, Barbara turns over repeatedly like fried rice on her god bed.

"Oh my God! Help me! How could I do such a bad thing? Woo woo, I'm not alive anymore." Just when Barbara was desperate to find a crack in the ground to get into, she couldn't die, and her best friend came.