The picture turned again, it was still a majestic temple and pillars, and at this time, Burke was already a second-level awakened judge, and now he was also wearing a black and complicated robe.

It was a large sacrificial site, and the neat black altar was gradually dyed with a cold black.

An eerie whisper and a surging prayer set off a wave of will, and a nebula-like vortex enveloped everything.

It was a large prayer meeting of more than 100 people. Everyone, whether it's pretending to be or being real.

Their eyes are fixed on the orb source that represents chaos, meaning that it is the original source of the world.

Amid the sound of prayer, the atmosphere grew more and more strange and fanatical.

"You are the root of the origin of all things, the creator of truth, the creator of eternal life. ”

In that terrifying halo, an indescribable and invisible, unspeakable presence gradually descended, an existence that made everyone tremble from the depths of their souls.

The vitality and spiritual consciousness of all people grow like a firewood one by one.

The gray-haired ones grow long jet-black hair, and the withered and wrinkled ones regain smooth skin.

Strange ripples spread, and the orbs on the altar swirled like a whirlpool of psionic energy and spirits around them.

It was a certain being who tried to break the boundaries and descended, and the old man in red saw this, and sacrificed it on the altar with the wriggling essence of life.

The terrifying will of the old gods pierced through the blockade barrier, and the indescribable luster exploded with absolute will, and the power that belonged to him surged in all directions.

The raging spiritual wall was pushed out in all directions, and the roads of the small order were miscellaneous.

The power that belongs to the source allows transcendents from other paths to rub into a brilliant spiritual brilliance.

The orb becomes an eye that judges all beings, and the hint from the root message indicates that he belongs to the old gods.

The life level of the old gods is so high, this terrifying existence completely surpasses the strangers he has ever seen, and it is not wrong to say that it is comparable to the ancient gods.

Burke, who was hidden in the body of young Burke, had to bow his head in the face of this terrifying existence.

In this false world, Charles found the only real existence outside of him and Burke, a powerful being.

Even the phantoms he left behind can intervene in space, bringing about endless soul splits under the majestic gaze.

The force of repulsion overwhelmed Charles, his huge eyes looking at his position, while Burke, who knelt down, was dazed, for he remembered that the direction he was looking had changed.

The feathers of death on Charles' body are peeling off one by one, and their bodies are gradually disintegrating.

A commotion erupted in the crowd, and an arm covered with runes suddenly appeared, which was three meters long, and exploded the head of the red-clothed old man at the head with one blow.

The headless red-clothed old man condensed two fiery red long swords, and the two swords were combined to reveal the layers of gates.

The gate that should have been red was twisted and polluted into rotten black, and the giant's red body swelled to a height of more than ten meters, and the body condensed into endless red runes to resist the suction from the door.

Countless flames and tyrannical wills came from the giant's body, staring and confronting the massive door.

The transcendent began to tremble under the terrifying deprivation of the door, and a large amount of flames were peeled from his body, and the spirit defenses were peeled away layer by layer.

But he still maintained his high fighting spirit, and his mind and consciousness were about to be enveloped in condensation.

The cracks in his arms kept opening, and his eyes looked at the door in unison, and the brilliance of various spiritual light explosions rose like mushroom clouds.

A red wine glass poked out of his open mouth, strange words prying strange power.

A glimmer of will has come to another great one, who represents the roots of the world and the war, the red and blood of all beings.

A strong halo tore through the mountain-like weight, a light that could not be seen directly, "sacrifice", and a red illusory door was born in the void.

An illusory arm as white as jade stretched out, as if crawling out of a sea of blood in the corpse mountain, smashing the black door and grabbing the old man in red, carrying majestic power and power to grasp Yuan Ya.

The ball snorted coldly, and the strange old god scale pryed the world.

"Eviction. ”

The red door and arms were quickly wiped away like silhouettes.

The two seem to have entered another realm.

The power that collapses everything is dancing.

The halo dyes the surrounding gray mist into red and gray, and the halo illuminates the world and overturns everything.

It is a streamer, a collision streamer that cannot be seen directly, and whoever sees it cannot think, crack the root, or be assimilated in an instant.

The light is irresistible, unstoppable.

Burke was assimilated under the power of the Old Gods, and his spiritual ranks continued to rise.

Perhaps for some reason, the two converged their strength and did not touch the authority of the universe, after all, Yuan Ya did not want to be sealed again.

The battle was soon over, and as if a dirty deal had been made, the old god disappeared, he did not leave, he merged into the altar.

The swelling red giant gradually shrunk into a middle-aged man wearing a hat and gray temples and a gold pocket watch.

His tough face is weathered, and his stinging expression can be seen from Charles's angle, who is the former mayor of the city, Shavin Weir, on drawing paper.

The eyes of the invincible beings looked around, killed a few fish that had slipped through the net, and turned around and walked out.

Ten minutes later, Burke gradually woke up, his chest pierced by his arm, Chauvin miscalculated his heart, and the unusual position of his heart allowed him to escape.

Picking up a bronze ring from the ashes, he stood like a thunderbolt!Note 1:.

Crawling to the place where his mother was sacrificing, he turned out a charred corpse in the rubble, looked at the familiar face, tears flowed down his eyes, and he howled and cried.

The old god in the center of the altar reappeared, this time more profound, with no sorrow or joy under his blurred countenance, and a faint gray mist under his gray robes like ordinary people.

Beneath the hollow bottom robe were the tentacles and eyes, Burke knelt before the Old Gods and pleaded, Genya crossed over him, light and shadow distorted by the power of the Old Gods.

A crystal clear black rough stone flies towards the dead mother Burke, and the sections are combined into an enlarged version of the black doll.

The black puppet opened its blood-colored eyes, and bowed down as it caught a glimpse of the old god.

"It turns out that the black doll is Burke's mother. ”

Does Genya also have authority over death?

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Or that He can modify matter at will

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Note 1: The bronze ring belongs to Burke's wife.