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"The gods are omniscient and omnipotent, do not question, do not judge, you cannot guess the intentions of the gods. For us mortals, we just need to obey and observe, and it is enough......" The old man's gaze was still gently lowered, as if nothing had happened just now, but he chanted in a low voice.

This is a quality that a godly pastor should have. It's just that at this moment, it's undoubtedly full of a strange irony!

"I'm the High Priest, and you'd better not be mistaken about that. After that, Maxwell looked up and whispered in the direction of the already empty space.

"You're ......!" In the hood of the white robe, the emerald green halo instantly brightened! The Otherworldly Divine Servant Lemuel was stunned for a moment, and then roared!

Of course, he understood what this qiē meant.

It's a divine art, and it's a far more terrifying thing than dissociation, that is, the Death Divine Technique. Compared to the way in which the dissociation technique beats the recipient into ashes, even ashes cannot be left under this divine art! From the soul to the **, the recipient completely disappears from this world, leaving no trace, except for the legendary miracle technique, or a certain great power personally intervenes, no ability can save the victims who died under this divine art!

And it is undoubtedly the most suitable to use it to deal with an upper realm creature that descends on the body of a mortal - simply destroying it will only restore the Astral Apostle to its original state, although it cannot exist in the main material plane for a long time, but at least it can resist for a while. Even if victory is not possible, you can immediately return to the upper realm and reveal the cause of Yiqiē.

And yet now. It's impossible to be a single qiē, and the soul that has been hit by ashes. Even if there is no death, a part of the consciousness will be wiped out as a result, and thus become a blank soul with no memory and no feelings, unable to really point out the key to this qiē.

This human being made this judgment with absolute malice......

The mind was racing, and behind the Otherworldly Divine Servant, two pairs of light feathers unfolded, and a giant sword condensed by holy light had been formed out of thin air, roaring and sweeping towards the Grand Priest Maxwell.

It's as if the physical strength has been exhausted. The old man didn't dodge, just watched the divine servant's movements indifferently, but before the giant sword touched his body, it suddenly stopped!

There is no shield, no divine power, no barrier of magical power...... But the Greatsword was just like that, still about half a foot away from the enemy. I can't move as if I'm being towed!

"Have you lost the rationality of calm thinking?" The old man looked at the surprise and anger mixed on his face, and coughed lightly: "Since this body is in charge of you by us, it is not so strange that it has a little special chasing use, isn't it?"

"You...... What the hell are you going to do?" the voice of the Otherworldly Divine Attendant carried infinite coercion.

However, this question has not been answered.

With the closing of one hand in the cloak. With a single click, the body of this powerful being was also swallowed by the void.

It looks effortless.

Unjustifiably relaxed...... Because the body of that powerful celestial creature is not able to make any movements at all, some powers. Locked his body, even his soul! It has become a cage for the soul, locking him firmly inside!

Trapping the soul of an otherworldly god?

Even a High Priest who was well versed in the mysteries of positive energy and familiar with celestial creatures could not have unleashed such power in an instant.

Therefore, the simplest way is that this power is already stored in his body, and it is only at this time that the High Priest Maxwell releases it...... The body of each descending angel is sought and provided by the Temple of Dawn...... Therefore, only they, these servants of God, can do this.

Lemuel felt a coldness of nothingness.

"Why?" he asked.

Maxwell, a high priest, the most faithful servant of the god of dawn, why did he calculate these angels so carefully?why did he kill him at this time?is he a traitor?but how?why did the god of dawn not notice this enemy who was so close at hand?

"It's simple, that little ghost's strength isn't enough...... Therefore, I can only ask you not to make things bigger for the time being, so that he can become stronger, and also make Dawn Majesty make a wrong judgment. The old man withdrew his hand and said to himself, "However, no matter how much you know, it will not mean anything to you." ”

……

A touch of positive energy dissipated in his hands.

Edward withdrew his hand. His eyes fell on the sunset on the horizon.

The busy day is quite urgent.

The souls of more than thirty astral apostles were imprisoned by him in the half-plane of the god of the mountain, and more than a dozen had been torn apart by him, and these originally powerful celestial creatures were almost completely defenseless when faced with the attack of a raider with divine power, or rather, the effect of using divine energy as a power of mind was too powerful.

Reaching out and gently rubbing the corners of his forehead, he soothed the nervous system that was almost squeezed. Edward's gaze swept over his feet.

There, there is a city, the city of the Empire.

Name...... I vaguely remember, is it called Columbernket?

It is a large city with a history of several hundred years and a population of more than 100,000 people, with thick walls and tall towers with dark colors. The majestic, majestic and spectacular city pattern is dotted with many large buildings of various eras, and garden squares can be seen everywhere in the city, forming a prosperous and generous scenery of the city......

Only now, in a corner of the city at Edward's feet, the bustle had been covered in dust and crumbling masonry in an unpleasant blue-gray color—the rubble had collapsed into strange shapes, and the storm had been piled up into strange potholes.

That is the result of the power of the spiritual power.

Although, strictly speaking, this massive destruction covered half of the city. It wasn't caused by Edward's own hands, but the touch in his hand gradually dissipated. It was once caused by the souls of the Otherworldly Divine Servants.

This otherworldly god is very powerful, and he knows a lot of things—he knows the existence of Pandorian Ryan, he knows the meaning of the evil talisman, he knows that the ancient evil cage has another holder in this world, and even knows that this holder is Edward.

However, he knew too late about the last thing.

After seeing Edward lightly throw several of his subordinate astral apostles into the power of the otherworld. He suddenly came to his senses. Then I thought about escaping, I wanted to pass on this vital message to everyone, and I wanted them to encircle and suppress this terrible being, which possessed the evil power of antiquity...... For this purpose, he did not hesitate to abandon the body he had descended from, showing all his strength.

This kind of realization is very correct, but it is a pity that it is a remedy.

The law of the manipulator's space. In front of the human beings who use their divine powers, if they are not fully conscious from the beginning, then there is only one end.

But the Otherworldly Divine Servant, after all, is the Otherworldly Divine Servant.

This kind of celestial inquisitors have great power, and they are not just masters of using divine arts. It also has a whole lot of innate abilities called 'quasi-spells', and in terms of overall strength, it may not be comparable to the Blazing Divine Servant...... But the difference is only the first order, and under the blow of all his might. Even the incarnation of God may not be able to retreat in its entirety.

Edward wanted. That's the power.

Columbern's West Town is lined with temples, Ransendel, Tyre, Thom, Gonde, Working...... More than a dozen temples closely related to the lives of ordinary people have been set up here, and the protective circles are almost connected. Although the shield constructed by divine power cannot be compared with magic in terms of comprehensive protection, the power of divine power is by no means inferior to that of any magic circle.

Only the last power of the Otherworldly Divine Servant can destroy one by one.

Judging from the results, one qiē is not much different from the calculation in Edward's mind...... The celestial creature who had been guided by the spiritual energy completely destroyed all the protective circles with a single blow, and then, along with those temples, was destroyed in one fell swoop.

However, there are also some things that he has not calculated.

The hustle and bustle of the city is gradually increasing...... Cries, shouts, cries, shouts, and dying screams mingled together to form a reverberation that seemed to be the end of the world, and the howling wind through the thousand-foot-high air slowly seeped into the eardrums of the psychic mancer.

He closed his eyes, as if in deep thought.

Edward had killed people, killed many people.

Some are evil, some are good, but most of them are still people who can't be judged lightly - people are very complicated, maybe friends who can warm each other one moment will face each other the next, maybe a wanderer who can kill people in the back will often go to finance a beggar for a sum of money.

However, there seems to be no time when I can feel the fact of killing people more realistically than at this moment.

Because of those who are innocent crying out for this?

Although the deaths of these people were not caused by his own hands, but by those astral apostles, or the positive energy rays emitted by the madness of the otherworldly gods, it was he who caused this madness, it was Edward the Psychic Warlock.

Or, Edward doesn't feel guilty about it, he's just a little disgusted...... Because he knows that innocent victims who die at his hands will still appear, and it is conceivable that the number will be very large - as a living being, he needs to protect himself, as a human being, he needs to take what he needs, and to ask for it will bring sacrifice, and the greater the purpose, the more things need to be trampled on.

Who made his goal so high, and there was still a Lord God-level being waiting for him?

Of course, Edward would not blame the Lord of Dawn for these sins, and at this time he still shouted 'It's not me who is wrong, it's the world', that is not the second second, but hypocrisy.

What he hates is that he can only do whatever it takes. Because there is only one path in front of her, even if he is unwilling to go down, he has no choice at all!

Retracting his gaze from the ruins, the Psychic sighed softly. It only felt physically exhausted—and then the Psychic Sorcerer remembered that he had actually fought five battles since the first battle at sunrise today, and now at sunset.

In fact. With mental calculation or unintentional, the intensity of each battle is not too high. Although each time, he almost had to attack in a one-on-ten move, but compared to the battle Edward had fought with the mountain god a few days ago, such a siege was hardly a matter of fact—the Astral Apostles were not small in strength, but they were not great, and most importantly, they were bound by their own mortal bodies. It is impossible to do your best.

It will be affected by the Psychic Divine Energy Domination Technique, and even the advantages in certain resistance abilities will be removed one by one. Sound waves can stun them, electric shocks can paralyze them, and curses can contain them...... All these conditions add up, and these battles become a simple game of crushing.

In the psychic warlock's senses, these opponents are the same level that they fought with those Elector Legions before. Rather than fighting, it is more time to find them and prepare for battle.

The results may seem glorious, but in reality Edward has received very little of it, other than the little divine power that has been stripped of from the souls of those astral apostles. The only thing that can be called a trophy is the Astral Apostle himself.

The Astral Apostles' army in the Upper Realm is called infinite, but it is impossible to be infinitely dispatched to the main material plane...... And the resources consumed by the advent of each celestial creature are enough to make ordinary people smack, just those who are suitable for the large-scale stationing of positive energy require special selection and long-term cultivation. And even then, there is no guarantee of 100% success in every advent. What's more, the overall number of these qualified people is only in the thousands.

Therefore, these astral apostles are also a treasure.

The power of the Divine Power-driven Domination Technique is good, and it is also effective enough for a powerful being like the Astral Apostle - or, this kind of experience, too, is it considered to be a trophy of war?

There seems to be a lot of connection between the application of divine energy and spiritual energy, or in other words, divine energy seems to be a pure form of natural energy, so when using spiritual power, it is easy to wield a more powerful effect.

"Do you know how many temples were destroyed this time?" the lich's voice rang out in Edward's heart. Cold and peaceful, but there seems to be some kind of cold dissatisfaction.

"Oh, Waukin's, Lansendel's, and, Tyr's? Well, I didn't expect this guy's energy to be quite small, but luckily, I used the shield of divine energy to counteract a bit......"

"So, you should be very aware of the consequences of this?"

"Of course, this city seems to be one of the big cities in the empire, and the temple is naturally the largest one, so I think that the priests of that god will not ignore this matter. ”

"That's right, then, and then?"

"And then these guys will naturally know that this is a ghost sent by Lansendel from another world, and then there is a fight between the temples?"

"So, and then?"

"Master Katzeyek, I seem certain that you must be a genius among the spirit-absorbing monsters, for you have grasped the mystery of the joke. ”

"How many gods do you plan to let your existence appear? Do you think that your power is strong enough to rival the entire multiverse, so you can challenge the gods without fear? If so, then please let me, the little lich, go, and don't give me a chance to face the wrath of the gods!"

The lich was obviously not interested in accompaniment to some of humanity's evil jokes, and the voice in the Whisper of the Heart suddenly rose to a height, like a sharp needle, slamming into Edward's spiritual wall!

"The only result of you doing this is to attract the excessive attention of the gods, could it be that you have no faith in the future, so you plan to give up on yourself to attract more attention?"

"It's not that exaggerated, but you're right, I really want to pull those people into the water. ”

"How do you think they will respond? Do you think they will let you continue to be at ease in the main physical plane? Let you destroy the source of their power, the foundation of their faith? Do you think your current strength can easily deal with the doppelgangers of several gods?"

"Everybody is only hostile to what is visible,"

"When I was a child, I once heard a joke about a monk carrying water to eat, two monks carrying water to eat, and three monks having no water to eat......"

"What is a monk. ”

"A kind of priest. ”

"Isn't there a way to make and gather water in the priest's magic?"

"Well, you can understand that their power is low, they don't have magic skills, and then they live together, originally"

"One looking for food, one looking for water, one guarding the house, they can take turns doing this kind of thing, right?"

"They just need water to stay alive...... Forget it, don't care about those unnecessary things, in short, when a thing comes into the distribution of benefits, it will become troublesome, especially when the distribution of benefits has its own advantages.

So, you're going to get more gods involved in this game? Don't you know how much they fear you, no, of Pandorian Ryan's existence?

They are indeed afraid, but there is not only one kind of fear.

Obligations and rights are interrelated, giving and getting are always corresponding, and the result of compromise may be a win-win situation, but it is rarely a win-win situation.

The more deities involved in this matter, the more likely they are to create a more stable balance.