A weird roar, tumbling in mid-air.

Shock it.

Rage at it.

Destroy it.

The roaring sound of the Holy Father was like a terrifying tsunami, rolling up dozens of feet of waves and wielding its power on the top of the holy mountain.

In the clouds, a round, slender, at least hundreds of zhang in length, loomed, although because of the obscuration of the clouds, Ron could not even peek into the true face of the being, and could only see a rough outline.

But that indescribable pressure had fallen on top of Ron's head like the top of Tarzan.

Almost instantly, Ron only felt that the skin all over his body was an unbearable itch, and he suddenly looked down, only to see that there were extra thin granulations on the skin out of thin air, which were constantly wriggling and breeding on the epidermis, gradually evolving into scarlet strips of flesh.

The sound came into Ron's mind, and his head ached suddenly, and his thoughts were suddenly confused.

At this moment, the protection of the god of war on his neck suddenly released a scorching temperature, suppressing the disorder in his mind, temporarily dispelling the abnormalities in his body, and returning his scattered thoughts to normal.

Ron's mind was full of emotion, and of course he understood what this kind of image meant, which was erosion and pollution.

If you continue like this, I'm afraid that my body will become a meat hedgehog, and although the protection effect of the god of war is strong, it can't be used indefinitely.

In this way, the phantom that suddenly appeared in the sky was not the projection of the Father.

This violent erosion and pollution was enough to convince Ron that this so-called Father God was definitely an evil god, and it was impossible for ordinary evil spirits to release such a strong filth.

I really underestimated the Holy Father.

Ron didn't expect that this dead fat man still had the privilege of being able to communicate with the evil god at any time.

Originally, it was just because the Holy Father was strong, and it was not good for him to fight hard, so he was ready to try a sneak attack, and gave the Holy Father a few more seconds, but he didn't expect this guy to seize this opportunity and directly give himself a big wave.

He didn't have time to think about it so much, and he definitely couldn't let this so-called Holy Father summon the evil god, even if it was just a projection, it wasn't something he could compete with now.

The five fingers of his right hand clenched the eye of the dragon god, and his body turned into a ray of light and flashed in front of the Holy Father, raising the eye of the dragon god, and it was a stick at the round head of the Holy Father.

The Father is howling, praying for the Father's gift again.

Caught off guard, he couldn't dodge, his head resisted the impact of the dragon god's eye, his body suddenly staggered back, his huge head buzzed, and his body actually fell into a sluggish state for a while.

The weight of the dragon god's eye is still very exaggerated, and the Holy Father's brain that smashed straight at this time cracked, and his brain burst out.

However, this kind of injury is not worth mentioning for an existence of the level of Father God, and the state of sluggishness and paralysis only lasted for a short moment, and he quickly returned to normal, gritted his teeth and raised his right hand, and a milky white scepter appeared in his palm.

The tip of the scepter is inlaid with red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple gemstones.

This is a scepter given by God the Father to the Father to rule over the believers under his command, and it is a forcible sign of the Father's authority.

The power of this scepter is by no means inferior to the papal scepter of any of the seven orthodox churches, or even more powerful, after all, although the papal scepter represents the authority of the pope, it is actually forged by the believers themselves.

And this scepter is a gift from God, that is, there are really few believers in the small city, otherwise, the Holy Father would even dare to call himself the Pope.

The seven gems on the scepter represent the seven powers.

God the Father is a very terrible god, even the Holy Father does not know the true name and honor of the Father, but the Holy Father knows very well what kind of power God the Father has, that is...... Engulf.

The Supreme, Merciful and Merciful Father has the power to devour everything.

Whether it's dragons, elves or humans.

Whether it's energy, or sword.

As long as everything that exists on the Dusk Continent is within the scope of Devouring the Father.

Even a meteorite in the stars can be swallowed by the Father and used as the most delicious food.

The magical energy that was swallowed by the Father was purified and compressed by the Father, and then transformed into gems and inlaid on the scepter.

A cyan gem suddenly lit up, and a raging storm suddenly emerged in the air, and a dark wind swept the heavens and the earth, mixed with bright silver-white lightning in the middle, like a hideous branch, the huge holy mountain mountain, completely shrouded in the storm and lightning, and the wave of destruction was like substance.

Lightning Storm!

Dozens of meters away, Mirabele's face changed slightly, she had already retreated far away, thinking that this distance was safe enough, but now, Mirabel found that this distance was not enough to see at all, and the area covered by a random storm and lightning was enough to drown herself.

Teeth gritted, and Mirabelle was forced to retreat once more, even leaving the mountain, finally avoiding the range of the lightning storm.

Rumble...... Click!

As soon as Mirabele's figure disappeared from the suspension bridge, he was instantly overwhelmed by a silver-white thunderbolt and a dark storm, and the tyrannical lightning was like an electric snake, twisting and entangled, one after another.

In that black and white light, everything was shattered and disappeared.

The elven queen's eyelids jumped, she couldn't see clearly what the center of the storm looked like, but she could clearly see that the original highest mountain was constantly being cut, and in a short period of time, the height of the mountain dropped directly by dozens of meters.

Mirabel couldn't see clearly, but the Holy Father knew it clearly, and he could clearly perceive that the damn bastard's breath was still in the center of the lightning storm, as if it had not been affected in the slightest, not even the slightest disorder.

The Holy Father was not in a hurry, and he once again waved the scepter in his hand.

Several bolts of lightning jumped out of thin air, entwined together, turned into a silver-white python, opened its hideous mouth, and devoured it in the middle of the lightning storm.

Boom.

In the smoke and dust that covered the sky, the shields on the surface of Ron's body shattered like papier-mâché.

The anaconda's fangs slashed across Ron's skull, and half of his head cracked, turning into countless charred pieces of flesh and bones that splattered all around.

However, the body that had lost half of its head did not fall with it, and the heartbeat continued, and with a soft white light surging through the body, Ron's body immediately returned to normal.

Ostara's heartbeat, the strongest recovery ability in the entire Dusk Continent, as long as you don't die instantly, as long as you still have a breath, you can be pulled back from the ghost gate.

In the sandstorm, Ron's two fingers snapped together:

"Forbidden spells."

"Heaven."

In the blink of an eye, a milky white church appeared out of thin air.

Perhaps, this church is not as majestic and magnificent as the headquarters of the Goddess of Aurora, but it is enough to protect Ron's body.

Dawn, the strongest defensive magic.

Woo la-la-la......

The storm raged in the heavens, and the electric python slashed against the walls of heaven, bringing up strings of sparks, and let the earth shake the mountains, and the heavens stood still, without the slightest trace of damage.

There were even circles of milky white light swinging out, roaring winds and raging electric pythons, and even being suppressed by the power that permeated the heavens, and even had traces of being about to subside.

The two sides are fighting.

The Holy Father was also completely open-minded, the screams in his mouth became more and more sharp, more and more poignant, and the dark clouds above his head quickly converged, and under the layering and pressing, the already dark town and the holy mountain became even more depressing.

In the distance, Mirabele's body trembled, and his widening eyes released indescribable fear.

At the foot of the holy mountain, thousands of so-called believers are gradually gathering from all around the holy mountain, they are prostrate on the ground with frightened faces, strange cries constantly coming from their mouths, and their foreheads are tightly pressed against the cold floor, declaring their submission in fear.

They can't understand that power, they just know ...... God is angry!

The third chapter is sent, and there will be more after twelve o'clock

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