The blue sky is like washing, and the white clouds are long.

In the face of Innedir's questioning, the Pale Lord smiled leisurely and asked rhetorically, "Why can't I lie to you?"

He turned it around, and the two of them stood facing each other, the stone statue bowing its head slightly, and its eyes were lifeless and miserable white.

"Did I make an oath not to lie to you, or did I force you to do what I said?" the Pale Lord paused, and the questions came out one after another. Innedir was speechless, he felt that something was wrong, but for a moment he didn't know how to refute it.

Now he is in extremely bad condition, his whole body is collapsed and weak, his mind is a mess, and he can't figure it out at all.

"Stupid humans...... "Deathknee" next to him shook his head and whispered to himself. He stood above the clouds with his hands in his hands, and a thick black gas like ink oozed from under his cloak, and soon a large cloud was blackened.

"The cause of yesterday, the fruit of today, and everything you have gained are all self-inflicted," the Pale Lord continued, trying to completely break the other man's defenses, "If I have done something, it is a mirror that reflects the essence of your heart. ”

"No, it's not. Inedil shook his head repeatedly, as if he wanted to use this to strengthen his faith.

"If it weren't for you, would so many people have died?" Hearing this, the Pale Lord sneered, "Far away as Frodo, as close as the New Army of Light, and millions of people died tragically, all to keep your throne?"

"No, I'm here to protect more people. Inedil hurriedly argued.

"Are you still lying to yourself today?" asked the Pale Lord again, "in that case, I ask you a question, if the price of saving the Duchy of Ian is to deprive you of the position of Archbishop. Will you be that lowly servant again, or will you not?"

Inedil was tempted to answer in the affirmative, but for some reason, he hesitated briefly. Seeing the smiling expression on the pale lord's face, he felt a slight sense of shame in his heart. Immediately replied in a loud voice, "I am willing, I can die for it." ”

"Die?" laughed the Pale Lord, "don't you understand? You would rather die in the position of archbishop than live in humility, this is vanity......

Innedil was stunned, he was silent, and after a long time, he bowed his head as if he had been fated. Staring at the old gray stone slab.

"Okay, after many years of getting along, I'll give you one last ride, and it's not in vain for our master and apprentice," the Pale Lord smiled smirked, "How about it, do you have any last words?"

"Where did you get the mark of control of the White Tower?" seems to know that death is inevitable. Inedil became much calmer.

"While you were out, I killed Samuel. Straight from its soul," the Pale Lord confessed, "and then I disguised its corpse as if it was starving to death, but the spell was time-limited, but he was alive. You stay away, and after you die, you won't look at it again. ”

Inedil nodded, closed his eyes, and said no more. He spends time with the Pale Lord. You only need to know a few tricks to figure out the ins and outs, and there is no need to ask more.

At the same time, in the corner of the Heavenly Gate, Silves had a stunned expression on his face. The Lord of Shadows didn't believe in the "death knell", let alone the Pale Lord, so instead of immediately setting up an ambush, he sneaked back and lurked around to listen to the situation. He has the "Veil of a Thousand Faces" to protect his body, and even if he sets off at the same time, he can reach the "Temple of the Firmament" first.

Sensing the surging emotions in Silves's heart, the Lord of Shadows was worried about revealing his horse's feet, and without hesitation, he snatched the control of his body. He didn't care about the cause of Samuel's death, he only cared about whether he could get enough benefits from this trip to the kingdom of God.

Seeing that the Pale Lord was about to let go of his hand, the Lord of Shadows quietly turned around and infiltrated into the "Kingdom of Light".

"Goodbye, my dear student. Feeling that in Innedir's body, vitality and divine power trickle down, the pale lord said a polite goodbye. For the evil god, love is also a kind of nourishment, so he tries his best to fight the other party in order to draw as much power as possible.

Now, when Innedir ran out of oil, he didn't need to say anything.

Innedil looked up at the Pale Lord one last time, and then, with great difficulty, he raised his hand to break the palm that was holding his shoulder.

The Pale Lord let go of his hand and spread it out to the sides, a gesture of grace that resembled the statue of the god on the shrine of the church.

Innedir's feet stepped on the stone slab, and there was a hard touch, and a look of surprise swept across his face, and in an instant, the mottled stone slab turned from real to virtual, and dissipated like a gray mist.

The white-robed archbishop, who was in despair, fell from this gap into the clouds.

The long wind howled, blowing the pale leaves, fluttering, falling to the earth.

******

Looking at Inedil's fall for nine days, a strange expression appeared on the pale lord's face.

It's like drinking the last glass of wine, which should be satisfied, but there is an indescribable sense of amazement.

"The only drawback of the 'nurturing mind' method is that it is easy to get along with the host for too long and develop feelings. The evil god "Deathknell" slowly approached and said casually.

"Evil gods, no feelings. The Pale Lord replied coldly. He turned around and didn't look at the gap again, just waved his hand and motioned for the "death knell" to follow.

The two evil gods stepped into the "Bright Heavenly Kingdom", and the first thing they set foot on was the glorious avenue. On the side of the road, there are two rows of neat white thorn trees, the kingdom of heaven is like spring all year round, and the white flowers with large bowls are often undefeated.

The breeze blows, the petals flutter down, and the fragrant fragrance comes to the face. The Pale Lord didn't care, but "Deathknell" snorted involuntarily and waved his hand to drive away these petals with the power of holy light.

"This is just the lowest level of the kingdom of the gods, let's go directly, anyway, the gods are still waiting to die in the tomb. The Pale Lord stretched out his hand to the sky and said bluntly. According to the general process, those who go to the upper level of the Kingdom of God must go through the investigation of the 'Heroic Legion', and then pass through the "Kingdom of Light" to reach the spiral staircase of the Cloud Tower leading to the upper floor.

"Good. The evil god "Deathknell" nodded slightly, raised his hand and tossed the quaint lantern. A faint glow enveloped them in them, swaying towards the zenith.

Similar to the illusion that Allegri once entered. There is no sun in the sky of the "Bright Heavenly Kingdom", but there are clusters of blazing flames floating in the sky, which play the role of illumination.

Soon, the two evil gods came to the zenith, and "Deathbell" glanced at the Pale Lord, seeing that he had no intention of making a move. So he poked out his thin finger claws and stabbed hard, and the Holy Light Sky Dome shattered, revealing a passage about two meters in diameter.

"Soul Splitting Thorn?" the Pale Lord smiled slightly, and when he walked in first, his eyes suddenly changed, from bright holy white to deep black and blue.

The "death knell" then entered, in the endless deep sea. Fortunately, the dim light opened up a space. But even if there is no air, the two evil gods will not be affected, they don't need to breathe.

The light continued to rise, and after an unknown amount of time, they finally surfaced. "Deathknell" looked around and saw that it was an endless ocean, the night was low, and the stars were scattered. A line of clear starlight is reflected on the surface of the sea. The wind blows the star strings, and there is a sound.

"Blue sea and blue sky, ten thousand colored stars," said the Pale Lord, taking two steps back and forth on the surface of the sea, "this is the realm created by the gods. for themselves or their servants to dwell in. ”

"Then their efforts have been in vain, and who are they here now?" the evil god "Deathknet" nodded and put away the lantern. "Let's go." ”

The Pale Lord tapped his shoulders and conjured up a pair of white bone wings, and he flapped his wings and flew into the depths of the night sky, followed by Knell, and he took a leap into the air without any support.

Also opening the passage with the "Soul Splitting Thorn", they left the "Ten Thousand Colored Stars" and entered the upper level of the kingdom of the gods.

A tall tower that reaches through the sky, standing between the clouds and the sky. Around the tower, branches are leaning out, and on each branch, there is a beautiful palace, like the flowers and leaves on the towering giant tree, with different shapes and sparse falls.

The waist of the high tower, surrounded by the vast sea of clouds, the boat-like clouds float on it, or there are pavilions and pavilions, or the mountains, rocks, flowers and plants, you can imagine how comfortable and comfortable it is to see the gods boating on the clouds, tasting tea and discussing the Tao.

"At the top of this tower is the location of the 'Temple of the Firmament'. The Pale Lord pointed from afar.

"This tower is the legendary Tower of Babel, right?" the evil god "Deathbell" looked up for a moment and asked.

"Yes, in the canon of the Holy See, it is also known as the 'Spine of the Celestial Dome'," the Pale Lord flapped his bone wings and flew first, "we need to speed up, and I have to go back to Ranken to clean up the pieces." ”

"Deathbell" raised his black cloak and quickly chased after him, going hand in hand with the Pale Lord. Two birds, one black and one white, shuttled between the branches of the towering trees, and their speed was faster than the sparks.

Floors of towers, palaces, "Death Knell" even felt that after this journey, he had become an expert in the architecture of the kingdom of God, but he still couldn't see the end when he looked far away.

The only welcome change is that the diameter of the tower is getting thinner. When it started, it was a radius of dozens of miles, but now, it has shrunk more than ten times.

And here, the light of heaven is eternal, and the passage of time is not perceptible at all. When "Death Knell" was a little aesthetically fatigued, his eyes opened up, the tip of the tower stretched out like a flower bone, and above it was a boxy, gray palace.

"It's finally here. The evil god "Death Knell" fell in front of the main hall, and the ghost fire under the hood trembled, which indicated that he was quite excited.

"The 'Temple of the Firmament' is yours, the Kingdom of Light is mine, Snowton and Nacini are yours, and Ian and the White Tower are mine. The Pale Lord carefully examined his reaction, and repeated.

"That's right, that's right," the evil god "Knell" didn't squint, and promised in his mouth, "Don't worry, I will never break my word." ”

The tall and thin old man, circling back and forth around the "Firmament Temple", compared with other buildings of the Kingdom of God, this square hall is unremarkable, except for the main entrance, there are no gaps, obviously carved out of a boulder, but the material of the boulder, the "death knell" is unheard of, unseen.

Horizontal and vertical, the length and width are all 36 meters, the shape is simple, without too much decoration. Only on the sides of the temple wall, lines of handwriting are revealed, either elegantly and freely, or rigorously structured, which are the names of the gods, engraved here by their own hands.

"Death Knell" read it seriously and let out a low laugh. He stretched out his palm from his sleeve and wiped it back and forth, and the names of the gods on the walls of the temple disappeared, and the names of the gods were erased one by one, and the "death knell" removed all the names of the gods, and in the process, the Pale Lord stood behind him and watched, without disturbing or intending to help.

"Go in and have a look?" The last name was also erased, the wall of the hall was empty, and the old man straightened up and invited.

"Good...... bar. The Pale Lord pondered for a moment, then nodded in response.

The two evil gods walked from the side to the front, and "Deathbell" did not hesitate, pushed open the heavy stone door, and stepped in.

The empty hall, without windows and columns, but the Pale Lord did not feel dull or gloomy, but neither bright nor bright, and all the senses were somewhere between the poles, impartial, impartial and neutral.

In the hall, there was nothing but the seats, the seats of the gods.

In the middle of the one, there are three under it, and three under it are six, from top to bottom, in order, the total number is ten, corresponding to the ten main gods of the kingdom of gods. On each side of this, there are six stone seats, which are the seats of the twelve minor gods.

Twenty-two, this is the number of members of the "Firmament Council", who constitute the supreme ruling body of the kingdom of the gods, and even this world.

"Deathbell" stopped in front of the door, glanced at it, and walked straight to the stone seat in the center, which was the Speaker of the "Firmament Council", which used to belong to the Lord of Light, but now, no one could stop him from sitting down.

The Pale Lord followed, locking firmly on the figure of the "Death Bell" and secretly clenching his palms. In the palm of his hand, a white light condensed, and then twisted like a snake, ready to go.

"Death Knell" continues to move forward, only one step away from the divine seat, and he has always been as deep as the sea, and it is inevitable that his heart will be shaken at this time. However, as the strongest of the evil gods, he also maintained enough vigilance to avoid being taken advantage of by thieves at this critical moment.

As for who the thief is...... In this "Temple of the Firmament", is there anyone else besides the Pale Lord?

The answer is yes, but the "death knell" does not know this. With the help of that lantern, he had an extremely keen sense, and the power of the Pale Lord fluctuated, but it remained within the normal range, and there was nothing else in the temple, it was certain.

So he leaned over without any scruples, ready to take over the throne.

And in the midst of that nothingness, the Lord of Shadows sneered silently, revealing his hideous fangs.

… (To be continued......)

PS: (Changed two or three words.) ）