The Great Temple of Helius is located on the sacred mountain of Olympus. It is one of the four great temples that the divine court can serve supremely, standing on the top of the mountain far away, half of its body shrouded in clouds and mist all year round.

Pilgrims have to go up three steps and nine times from the foot of the mountain to hear the supreme whisper.

Lei Wente, who is not even too lazy to learn martial arts, has never been to this sacred area closest to the gods. According to him, it is better to earn more gold coins if you have that much time.

Therefore, he thought that he would never see this place of worship in his life. It's not a pity, but it's a little curious.

First of all, it is just pure curiosity, because now in this era of the hegemony of the Divine Court faith, it is very simple to offend them and die, of course Lei Wente does not want to die, so he has never had bad thoughts.

But today he came, and it seemed that he had come with destruction.

It's not my fault, I was forced to come here by that old bastard, O Lord, forgive your most faithful believer. The fat man's wail was still vaguely echoing in the sky.

The Great Temple of Helius is still majestic from afar. The 100-meter-high roof of the temple is inserted into the sky, looming. Countless huge stone dwellings support the entire building that occupies the top of the mountain. The vicissitudes of life are mottled, and they are full of wind and frost left by time.

The doorway is neatly paved with neatly cut large pieces of bluestone, from the front of the temple to the foot of the mountain, and the resources required can only be described as miracles. Negro, * and solemn.

At the entrance of the main hall, the ten-meter-high gate has been opened for a long time, representing the door of God's glory to man, which will never be closed.

Two rows of angelic sculptures, male and female, kneeling on the ground in prayer from the entrance of the main hall, their wings wrapped around their bodies, offering all their possessions to the Most High God. Sincerity, humility and faith.

The entire summit of Mount Olympus is filled with the glory of the gods, the majesty of the air. Let everyone unconsciously bow down with humility and sigh at God's face.

The Virgin Pallas Athena was standing in the temple of the Great Temple of Helias, her hands clasped to her chest, her face humble and solemn, her body dressed only in a light white robe after fasting, and her vast expanses of snow-white skin were exposed to the air with a seductive sheen. The white feet are lightly touched on the bluestone slab, with a transcendent sacredness, mixed with the fragrance on the body, which makes people inadvertently intoxicated and low.

The face of the saint is perfect and infinite, the highest masterpiece of the Creator, but it appears faintly false. The chants in his mouth were slowly chanted, and the supreme statue in front of him exuded a soft white glow, and the entire hall without lights illuminated warm and sacred. In the long history of mottled precipitation, only the supreme sculpture is as white as new, and its brilliance is still there. It seems to have passed through time, and it remains eternal.

Although she looks so weak and lovely, Pallas Athena, the forty-second generation saint of the Divine Court. Born completely surrounded by divine light, the chant in the sky resounded for thousands of miles, the golden angel sent millions of flowers to flutter and fall lightly, and there were miraculous scenes everywhere, her parents did not dare to touch it, and knelt down directly in panic.

Is that a kind of sadness? Maybe only she knows.

The Holy Maiden is double nine years old this year, but she has been serving in the Great Temple of Helias for 18 years. She has always received the grace of God, and her strength has entered the holy realm, and every time the heretics are exterminated, there is no one alive under the cold edge, her mercy, her feelings, everything she has been dedicated to the highest, and those who block the way of the highest have all been removed!

With monstrous blood!

With the exception of the unfathomable Pope of the Divine Court, St. Lawrence Shuma, Athena represents the supreme authority. The body was bathed in the supreme light, representing the majesty of the supreme in the world, and even the paladin Moncali Aeas, who had reached the Sanctuary, could only bow his head in front of her.

Today, Athena, as usual, still bathed and went to the highest place to sit and pray. But every time she bathes in the supreme light, her heart is as quiet as water, but today it is constantly agitating impetuously, which makes Athena have a kind of suppressed restlessness.

I don't know why, there is always a bad premonition, please protect me, let me continue to pray in your arms.

Athena closed her eyes and whispered softly, listening softly, just as she had forgotten everything, and her hands had touched the supreme light. A wave of monstrous waves, a frenzied agitation of the aura of death suddenly and quickly appeared in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it was already suspended above the Great Temple of Helius.

Twisted screams of horror kept coming from outside, something was wrong!

He frowned slightly, and his perfect face was solemn, even with embarrassing anger. waved his hand and pulled the white yarn on the side shelf, wrapped the whole body, and floated wantonly under the white yarn, and then shook it off. After a faint white veil fell back to the shelf, Athena was dressed in a silver shining armor, with a restrained light.

Opening his eyes, which had been closed, a soft light poured down from his pupils, and with a firm step, the sound of the armor gradually faded away.

Dracula took Revent to the sky above the Great Temple of Helias, looking down at the past The Great Temple was still majestic and full of divine radiance. However, the bone dragon at the feet of the fat man, which was nearly 200 meters away, cast a large shadow on the top of the temple, and the two dark green soul fires in the bone pupils burned quietly, looking directly at this miraculous building. It turned out to be more majestic and huge than the temple.

The dead air of the sea washed over the divine light of the temple in waves, until it was crushed like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

The Templars and Sisters in White in the temple were awakened by the dead air that had taken over the entire Sanctuary, and ran out of the temple in fear to look at the sky, and the spirits of the undead that almost completely covered the Great Temple of Helias made them let out a terrified scream.

Oh my God, what's that! Is the Most High God forsaking us?

Old Dracula still stood quietly on top of the bone dragon's head, his eyes looking at each other as if he had broken through the walls to see the supreme statue. The rickety body stood like a straight steel gun, and the sky would not bring out a little bend.

He is waiting, waiting for the gathering of actors, and after thousands of years of waiting, waiting for that opportunity that can be subverted.

Cardinal Field is 65 years old this year, and after a lifetime of unscrupulous struggles in the whirlpool of power, he sat at the pinnacle of power 10 years ago. Finally satisfied, the blinded whirlpool slowly dispersed, and he found that he had lost everything in his old age. Whether it is his children and grandchildren or his lover, in his conspiracy, they either die or escape, or sadly leave him one by one.

That year, looking at the supreme sculpture from afar, Field finally saw through the soft light that his eyes were all indifferent. God loves the world, but it also shows the breadth and hypocrisy of this love!

He suddenly felt that his life was so empty, like a wise man who had seen through the world, and he was enlightened in an instant, but he also felt that life was so bleak. His life had been dedicated to the Most High, the cold statue of the Temple.

It can be said that he has prayed all his life, but he does not believe!

At the height of his power, Field applied for a transfer from the Center of the Kingdom of God and volunteered to live in the remote Bishop of the Grand Temple of Helias to enjoy his remaining old age. In a place where symbolism is greater than practicality, there is nothing to do other than daily prayers, and perhaps the young, hot-blooded teenager will feel annoyed and uneasy, but Field is satisfied, and there is only simple prayer in this place, far from strife.

Today, as usual, Field prayed during the day and had eaten a sumptuous dinner. Sitting quietly in the courtyard behind the house with a pot of good tea, looking at the stars in the sky from time to time, and then taking a sip of fragrant hot tea. Now he is not a majestic and holy cardinal archbishop, but a simple ordinary old man, full of comfort.

Today is also a quiet and dull day, bringing the tea to his mouth, Field thought leisurely.

Suddenly, the death breath of the waves exploded above the peaceful Great Temple, and the holy light of the temple was suppressed in an instant. The teapot in Field's startled hand fell to the ground with a thud, shattering, and the spilled tea flowed through the red earth on the ground, mixing with a blood-colored mud, a prayer of death.

Field's body was splashed with residual tea stains, and he stood up with a snort, his expression full of horror. THIS BREATH IS ... Undead!! How could it be!