In the center of Seoul, there is a tall and majestic temple, an iconic building with a total of nine floors and a shrine dedicated to the mythical main god.

Tan-kun.

It is also a place of pilgrimage for countless people.

In their myths and legends, Tanjun created everything and is the supreme being.

Even with Tan Jun's son, he is a representative of erudition, mystery and strength.

In ancient times, the crown prince of Tanjun couldn't bear to fall into floods in Kyushu, but because Kyushu didn't believe in Tanjun, he couldn't use the ark to lead the people of Kyushu.

So, the kind-hearted Prince Tanjun secretly passed on a volume of the Book of Water Control to Dayu, which stopped the flooding in Kyushu.

But Prince Tanjun also paid the price for his kindness.

Because Dayu, who succeeded in controlling the water, did not miss the kindness of Prince Tanjun, but shamelessly took the merits for himself.

Tan Jun punished the prince for this, because he didn't know people and helped a person who didn't know how to be grateful.

This is just a trivial part of the legend about Tanjun.

And at this moment, Tan Jun, who is supreme in the hearts of his own people, is sitting at the bottom.

The location is on the ninth floor at the top of the temple.

Only the most pious and pure priests are allowed to enter here, and it is the closest place to Tanjun.

And at this moment, the contemporary priest who is called the national goddess by countless people, the purest and noblest spokesperson of God in people's hearts, is being held in the arms of a blonde man.

The man sat high on the top of the ninth floor of the temple, enjoying the ears and temples of the priest.

And in the lower position, there is another person.

This man was dressed in a white robe, and his beard was so thick that he couldn't even see his original appearance.

"Tanjun, I heard that your third son died in Kyushu?"

The blonde man on top smiled and looked down at Tan Jun, the corners of his mouth were undisguised mockery: "It's really a waste." ”

"Let the angels laugh, it's my son who is incompetent."

Tan Jun bowed and saluted, without a trace of dissatisfaction, let alone the coercion of the so-called supreme god.

As everyone knows, Tan Jun's heart is dripping blood, and he wants to dismantle the man in front of him, but he doesn't dare, and he doesn't even dare to have the slightest emotion of resistance.

Because the man in front of him is an angel.

The Seraphim is not only an inherently powerful person, but also a bearer and spokesperson of God's faith.

In that country across the ocean, the man in front of him is one of the eight strongest beings in that country.

"Forget it, I didn't count on you in the first place."

The Simulated Angel shook his head and said, "In two days, I will do it myself and bring the relics of your so-called reincarnation of the mount." ”

When he said this, the angel was full of jokes and asked, "I've always wondered why you are making such a big fuss about this kind of lie?" ”

"Ten years and a hundred years is a lie, but it will not be necessarily after 110,000 years."

Tan Jun replied: "Subtly is a terrifying force. ”

"The means of the weak!"

The Simulated Angel laughed as he drained the glass of wine handed by the priest.

But that's really a terrifying power, like the wine you're drinking right now.

Tan Jun said silently in his heart.

"Our archangel Michael has performed miracles, and it won't be long before Kyushu becomes God's kingdom on earth."

The proposed angel changed the subject, leaned over and said, "At that time, everything in Kyushu belongs to God, and I will report to God and assign you a piece of land as your kingdom of God." ”

"Thanksgiving to the Supreme God."

Tan Jun bowed and saluted, his attitude was extremely humble, but his heart was full of eagerness.

"That's why I say, your means are the means of the weak!"

The angel pushed away the priest and stood up, arms outstretched, head up and eyes closed.

"In less than a thousand years and 10,000 years, Kyushu will be the kingdom of God!"

"Your methods don't make any sense!"

"You're right."

Tan Jun bowed and saluted.

At this moment, he looked up and found that the simulated angel in front of him was stunned.

Like a stiff corpse, it stood there dumbfounded, still looking haughty, but mixed with a hint of fear and horror that was about to well-rise.

This makes the originally mysterious and lofty pseudo-artificial angel look three points more funny.

Just when Tan Jun was confused, it was dawn.

Yes, Tan Jun can only describe it like this.

Obviously, this mysterious place on the ninth floor of the temple is a place where the lights are always on day and night.

But now, at this moment.

It's dawn.

Because there is a presence that shines brighter than the lights.

It was a knife.

It was obviously a ray of light, a cold light that penetrated the bones, but Tan Jun just felt that it was a knife.

The light illuminated the entire temple and also attracted the attention of countless people.

Jiang Qi, Yuan Hua and Chen Yin were also looking at that light.

At the same time, he also looked at the master of the light.

The second master was still standing there, standing quietly.

The Qinglong Glaive in his hand was still held upside down in his hand, as if it had not been moved.

But Jiang Qi saw it very clearly, or the second master deliberately let him see it clearly.

Just now, the second master moved.

He raised the knife in his hand and slashed down with no force, not even like a move, but simply moved his arm.

But such an action, after swinging out, it startled the whole night.

The light flashed by, heading straight for the temple.

Fell in front of the simulated angel and Tan Jun.

The light is blooming.

The simulated angel is still standing so dumbfounded.

He is stronger than the so-called Tan Jun, there is no doubt about it.

But it is precisely because of this that the feelings of the simulated angel are clearer than those of Tan Jun.

Or, rather, the angel could at least perceive the sword, but nothing more.

Perceived, it will be even more desperate.

Because it is only perceptible to the coming of death.

He didn't have any power to stop it, he could only watch death in front of his eyes.

A moment of death.

"Ah!!h

With a scream from the priest, the simulated angel in front of her, who was synonymous with mystery and power in her heart, slowly fell to the ground.

The head separated from her body, and the round skull came to her feet.

The priest looked helplessly downward, which was the direction where Tan Jun was.

But what I saw was just a headless corpse.

The so-called supreme god, the origin of everything, the existence that created everything, died silently, without stirring up the slightest wave.

Even, not aware of the coming of death.

"That's all there is to God?"

In the hotel, Yuan Hua's face was full of surprise, and his expression was a little trance.

Tan Jun died like this?

It can't be said that there is no power to fight back, but it can only be said that the second master moved his arm.

"It seems that Boss Yuan's arrangement is going to fail."

Jiang Qi said with a smile.

To be honest, he was also a bit surprised.

Originally, he and the Kyushu Mystery Bureau thought that he was a god anyway, how could he make a few moves under the hands of the second master, right?

For this, all preparations for the aftermath are also prepared.

As a result, I didn't expect that the second master was so simple, and it was a knife when he came up.

Then Tan Jun also simply stabbed it away.

That's all God is here?

(End of chapter)