"The death knell" rarely misses.

He is like an eternal piece of ice, watching the world with cold eyes. When the towers collapsed, the Church of the Gods rose from the darkness, and the evil gods who had watched for thousands of years poured out, and both sides lost and lost.

The enemy is imprisoned in the grave, the companions are weakened, and only the evil god "Death Knell", still strong and calm, one by one, lays chess pieces, and envelops the whole world in the palm of his hand.

The last step, just the last step. Take control of the "Temple of the Firmament", re-divide the gods, let the "Kingdom of Dead Souls" replace the "Kingdom of Light", and let the nightmare hanging high in the sky descend on the earth. At that time, "Deathstroke" will become the supreme god, and this world plane will be exclusive to him.

Keeping his sense of the Pale Lord, Deathstroke slowly turned and sat down on the throne. The old lantern hung on the handle, swaying slightly, pouring out a dim yellow sheen.

The Pale Lord stood not far away, his expression scattered, his hands behind his back. He turned his head to look at the interior of the temple, though it was really nothing to look at. There are no stone statues of the gods, no exquisite reliefs, and the four walls are bare with the original appearance of stone, with rough grains and unevenness.

"Deathbell" retracted his gaze and was about to bend down and sit down. But at this moment, the Pale Lord suddenly smiled strangely, stretched his hands forward, and a blazing white light shot out.

Is this guy crazy? "Death Knell" couldn't help but be stunned, his strength was one level higher than that of Pale, and the other party's rash move was simply self-defeating. He snorted disdainfully, his big sleeves raised, and the black gas filled him, and he greeted him like a giant python.

Meanwhile. From behind the throne, the gray-white mist split in two, and Silves dodged out, and the "Demon Hunter" crossed with two blades, stabbing straight into the "Death Kneaker's" vest.

Until the "Veil of a Thousand Faces" was lifted, and the power of shadow reached behind him. "Death Knell" exclaimed, sensing Silves's save.

The evil god that dwells in the shadows, coupled with the "Veil of a Thousand Faces", which is the best at disguise, even if Silves swaggers in front of the "death knell", he can't detect it. What's more, the Lord of Shadows is also proficient in the art of one qiē assassination, and Silves is also the best among the black-clothed hunters, and they echo inside and out, striking with all their might. Enough to kill any target.

The left hand blade pierced straight into the body, and the right hand blade slashed horizontally, and in the terrible scream, the cloak of "Death Knell" was torn in an instant, and the body was also cut with a narrow wound, but the strange thing was that there was no blood flowing out of the injured area.

The Pale Lord's fingers flicked, and the white light differentiated into a dozen thin beams. Staggered and swirled, dispersing the black gas that stood in the way. And then. Rush towards the lantern, ready to snatch the companion of the evil god "Deathknet".

"Don't think!" "Deathbell" slammed his fist backwards as he reached for the lantern. In the next moment, his cloak shattered entirely, turning into a flock of red-eyed crows. Flying up and down in the temple, pecking at the two evil gods, Pale and Shadow.

The Pale Lord sneered, and the probe pulled out the most slender bone spur from the bone wing. He wielded a sword with white bones. The swordsmanship is superb, not inferior to those legendary swordsmen.

And Silves, a pair of gray-black wings also condensed from his back, and as the wings flapped, a dark whirlwind swept through the temple, and the red-eyed crow let out a sad cry and turned into fragments of the cloak again.

In this process, the two evil gods did not stop the offensive in their hands, and attacked one after the other. The blazing white beam of light is woven into a net, covering the seriously injured "death knell".

"Deathknell" knew he had made a mistake. He underestimated the Pale Lord, but he didn't expect the other party to secretly collude with the shadow and send the "Veil of a Thousand Faces" out. On the other hand, he was too confident in his sense of his own abilities to ignore the threat behind him.

But "Death Knell" will not sit still, under the cloak, there is a vague black shadow, no face, only two faint ghost fires.

The ghost fire was extinguished, and the "death knell" was about to use the teleportation technique to temporarily escape from the enemy's encirclement.

However, he failed. An obscure force, oppressed from all around the temple, stopped his physical transformation. Taking advantage of his stupefies, Silves approached again, and the "Demon Hunter" swept through with two more wounds in his ribs.

And the net of light also fell from the sky and covered his body.

"Within the 'Firmament Temple', the rules of time and space are all restricted, don't you know that?" the Pale Lord smiled, clenched his fist hard, and the beam of light wrapped tightly around the "Death Bell" in it.

"Now, I know. The dark shadow gradually solidified, and an old man with black beard and black hair appeared, his eyes were as deep as a dry well, his expression was gloomy, and his wrinkles were riddled with wrinkles, and he was not angry and arrogant.

"Is this what you designed for yourself?" the Pale Lord approached slowly, and said with a casual smile, "Doesn't it feel a little gloomy if it is placed on the altar?"

"Deathknell" sneered under his breath and did not answer. The pain suddenly came, and Silves held the blade in his left hand, slowly stabbing into the back of his heart, still stirring. Such a fatal injury could not cause effective damage to the evil gods.

They were able to succeed in a sneak attack, largely because of their geographical advantages. If it is changed to any other place, the "death knell" that sees the bad situation can turn into a phantom and escape a hundred and ten steps away in an instant, but in the "Sky Temple", he can't do it, once he falls behind, he can only fight to the death.

Similarly, here, many of the methods of the evil gods are also restricted, at least the "Dead Soul Country" cannot be used. And the Pale Lord has long been wisely allied with the Lord of Shadows, and he is the one whose martial arts level is second only to the "Crimson Blade" among the evil gods.

"In that case, let's fight. The black-robed old man suddenly struggled hard, and the beam of light on his body shattered inch by inch.

As if this situation had been expected for a long time, the Pale Lord's face remained as usual, and he held the bone sword in his hand and made a starting gesture. Silves also floated back, gathering strength for the next attack.

It's very difficult to kill an evil god. After years of fighting in the Underworld, they have all honed their skills in escaping, and they are more like slippery loaches than evil gods.

Even if they change their minds and stand still. It is also difficult to take effect with ordinary attack methods. Unless they are the descendants of August, desperately casting the "Thorn of Oblivion", they can greatly weaken their power and force them into a dormant state.

But in the "Temple of the Firmament", such an opportunity has finally arrived.

The Pale Lord and Silves glanced at each other and stepped on. Want to kill "Death Knell". His limbs had to be cut off, gradually eroding his body, cutting it into pieces bit by bit, before he could slowly devour it and erase his qiēcunzài.

Obviously, it's a long process. But they have already taken the lead, and they have joined forces to win against one.

If we talk about the essence of the evil god. Similar to a wisp of living water, then they in the "Sky Temple" condensed into ice, and finally had the possibility of being smashed.

Knell could feel that the power of shadows was constantly invading his wounds, and he had to expel them and make up for the mutilated body. Otherwise, if you lose the battle. He may well become nourishment for the enemy.

The Pale Lord wields a bone sword, slicing and picking thorns. The miserable white sword qi gushed out, holding the "death knell" head-on. Silves patrolled the sidelines, occasionally making surprise attacks, leaving "Deathstroke" scrambling.

A gloomy old man with black beard and black hair, holding a lamp in one hand and clenching his fist in the other. It's a funny pose, and it's surprisingly poor. He blocked left and right, but there were more and more wounds on his body.

After a while, he couldn't bear it anymore and struggled to get hurt. He reached into the lantern and pulled out a bronze Changge. It was one of his collections, and it's finally available today.

Then, "Death Knell" hung the lantern on his waist, waved Changge with both hands, and the strong wind stirred, opening and closing, and immediately forced the pale lord back.

This is really a rare scene, the evil god "Death Knell", which has always been slow-moving, swinging and fighting like a god of war. The stone pope, who was high in the sky, actually jumped around like a monkey, dodging attacks with agility.

The two sides are once again in a stalemate, and the fighting style of "Death Knell" will inevitably consume more body. The Pale Lord and Silves were also happy to see it, and adopted the method of fighting, only when they approached the entrance of the temple, they attacked with all their strength, forcing the "Death Bell" back into the main hall.

And the twenty-two stone seats have also become a big trouble, even if it is the violent wave of the "death knell", the stone seats do not move at all, and even the debris does not fall. The "death knell" had no choice but to avoid it as much as possible, and his actions were greatly restricted.

The battle of the evil gods did not affect the human realm.

The "Valhalla" landed on a Pegasus, and they finally understood why the White Tower's master claimed that the pre-prepared host was pure enough. Because it was a group of children, about ten years old.

However, the orders of the master of the White Tower must be carried out, which is the will of the gods, so the Heroic Knights did not hesitate to turn over and dismount, and started the "Heroic Spirit" ceremony. Because their spirits were too powerful, the first few possessions all failed, and thousands of children fell to the ground and fell into a coma because of mental trauma, and even died violently.

However, the Heroic Knights are still working hard, not because they don't have compassion, but because when the Lord of Light was in power, they instilled the belief in the supremacy of loyalty.

Three hundred and sixty-five Heroic Spirits, three thousand five hundred and sixty children, and most of the Heroic Knights, had to go through eight to nine attempts before they entered the host. As for the failed children, even if they wake up from a coma, they will become idiots due to permanent damage to their souls, but compared to those who died, they are already considered lucky.

"How, how much strength can you exert yourself?" Cyprius chose a tiger-headed boy, only eleven or twelve years old, he stood solemnly beside the phalanx, and asked in a deep voice.

"Less than thirty percent, Great Commander, how are you doing?" a sweet child's voice sounded, but the tone was extremely strict. I don't know if it was due to a mistake at work or on purpose, but Inedil prepared about half of the girls. This is a bad thing, although the Immortal Knights have no gender, most of them still prefer boys as their hosts, but due to repeated failures, in the end, only girls are left to choose, and there are only a few people like Cyprius who are quick to see after all, about eighty percent of the Heroic Knights have to possess girls in the end.

"Fifty percent, it can barely be counted as a legendary realm," Cyprius frowned, his face sullen, "And this body is too weak, and it takes a lot of training to match our strength." ”

"I think it's the one who controls the White Tower, and I hope we can stay in the human world for a long time. A handsome boy next to him speculated.

"Now, what should I do?" the girl looked around, and there were crooked believers everywhere, and the survivors were also staring blankly, staring blankly ahead, not moving.

"Wait a minute. "Cyprius summoned his mount and climbed to the back of the horse, which was a difficult task for a child. He harnessed the Pegasus and circled over the Great Divine Array, and after a few moments, he found his target and swooped down to the south.

Bishop Todd, perhaps one of the few, is still sober. However, on the other hand, this not only means that he is really not pious enough, but also cheats and cheats when the divine magic array is running, otherwise he would have been infected by the surrounding atmosphere and involuntarily plunged into the big array.

Todd, who had been peeking at the girl's chest, was full of lust in his heart, and his crotch was ready to move, and he was not affected by the magic array at all. But what happened next made him stunned, and he didn't close his mouth for a long time.

The pillar of holy light that stands on top of the sky, the staircase that cannot see the end, the "Kingdom of Light" above the clouds, and Archbishop Innedir actually climbed it.

Todd waited for a long time, he shouted hello, no one answered, and there was no news above the clouds. It wasn't until he wanted to climb down the high platform and go back to Rankin City to calm down that the Pegasus Knight descended from the sky, and the majestic pressure almost made him pee his pants.

At the ensuing "Coming of the Heroes" ceremony, the screams of the children were heard from afar, and Todd was frightened and hurriedly crouched in the corner, lest he be caught himself.

But even this did not escape the eyes of Cyprius. He maneuvered Pegasus, hovering above the platform, and asked in a loud voice, "Who are you?"

Knowing that he couldn't hide, Todd was bold, showed his head, and replied cautiously, "I, I'm the acting Grand Commander of the Bright New Army, High Bishop Todd. ”

"Grand Commander?" Celeprius glanced at him suspiciously, this kind of guy is also a Grand Commander?

But in any case, it was always a living man, and the boy sat on the Pegasus and commanded in a deep voice, "I am the Grand Commander of the Valhalla, Cyprius, and I hereby order you to arrange a place for us to eat and lodging." ”

... (To be continued......)

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