When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

Chapter 116 Sudden Change

When the Pope disappeared, a chain reaction suddenly appeared in the entire continent of Oren. The teleportation array set up inside the temple and the city began to emit light. The throbbing that came made them have to turn their eyes, looked at where they came from, and began to chant the teleportation spell.Fijisen, Walsen, and the Temple of Light in other kingdoms have also issued warnings. Due to the division of power, the Holy See has been attacked, and the bishop's call may not easily allow these high-ranking high priests to enter unknown dangers. However, the fall of the pope is a major issue that no temple can ignore. It means the reorganization of the power of the entire Church of Light, and in the face of this reshuffle of rights that has never been seen since the establishment of the church, no one The High Priest would be foolish enough to pass up the chance.

The situation changed suddenly.

The attack that was advancing step by step seemed to hit the rock wall violently. The battle formation of the Light Knights suddenly became thicker. The knights were increasing their troops. The battlefield came.In just an instant, the balance of victory tilted. Facing the long swords with silver-white grudges and the priests behind the light knights, the desert knights who had been fighting hard for an hour gradually began to see each other. The troops are rapidly depleting, and their morale is being crushed by the endless enemy forces. What can support them now is their belief!

The long knife in Carlos's hand collided with the enemy's weapon again. With a bang, the blade shattered. It was just an enchanted blade made of refined iron. No matter how strong it was, it could not withstand so many impacts And the shining grudge on the opponent's long sword.Without hesitation, Carlos lowered his body, urged the mount under his crotch, and rushed past the enemy. When he straightened up again, he had already grasped another long knife. The one that my companion took over was almost the same as my own...

Charge, fight, and point the blade at all the enemies in front of him. Facing the raging waves of attacks, the leader of the abandoned people in the desert did not give up. His blood-stained black armor is like a black banner, leading his sons on the battlefield. People move forward.

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Standing in the hall, several people looked at each other.Hong Ming's disappearance was so sudden that none of them could react.The black-robed mage stood up straight and pressed his hands on his shoulders. The skin pierced by divine power began to heal. The magical power similar to divine power was repairing his body and dispelling the crazy pain.

However, the person who gave him the healing medicine has disappeared... Barnett looked at the people around him, "Where is Hong Ming?"

No one could answer his question.At that moment just now, the astonishing sights of the magical artifact, the fall of the pope, and the attack of the true god captured everyone's attention, and their eyes finally stopped on the giant tripod that appeared out of thin air, and no one noticed it at all. How did Ming disappear?

The bard looked around the hall, then suddenly stepped forward and walked to a pile of ashes. The tension from the battle just now was still surging in his body, making his knees weak and his fingertips trembling, but he squatted down without hesitation. With his lower body, he moved the pile of hot coals with his fingers, and the scorched bird feathers turned into fly ash when touched lightly, and the end of his eyes twitched. On the marble floor, there is a deep pit, and a green oval object is lying in it...

"Little guy." A light smile finally appeared on the corner of the poet's lips. Although it was bitter, it was full of comfort.He picked up the bird egg and put it into his dimensional bag.He has already spent half his life with his Phoenix-winged Kingfisher, so naturally he doesn't care about waiting for it to hatch again with the other half...

The bard raised his head and looked at the dark elf who was still staring blankly at the floor, "How about you, drow. Can you still feel your master? I know there is a master-slave contract between you..."

The words of the master-slave contract were like a sharp whip hitting Sarn's back. He shook his whole body and raised his head violently. "Where's your goddess? Is she still alive?!"

"Of course." The bard didn't hesitate at all, "My faith still has direction, and my strength still has sustenance, so the goddess is still alive."

Sarn raised his hand, and in his hand, only half of the incomplete dagger was left, but it still contained Hong Ming's power, echoing with the other half that fell to the ground.He took a deep breath, bent down and knelt down on the ground. "I can't feel Hong Ming anymore. The contract was erased by something, but he is still alive."

As if telling himself, San's fingers touched the pool of blood that had become cold and sticky, and he repeated firmly, "He's still alive."

The eyes of the gray-robed mage met the black robe, and they both shook their heads slightly.The bard also sighed softly, "Since he is still alive, but you can no longer feel him, then only the barrier of different planes can explain it."

"Entered the realm of the gods, and faced the terrifying God of Light..." The gray-robed mage's voice was not loud, but he could hear some emotion.Apart from Sarn, he may be the person who knows the other world mage best in this world, and he is naturally full of worries about his safety.But the Kingdom of God is too far away for them—for all mortals.

"What's going on ahead?" the black-robed mage suddenly interjected.After the scuffle just now, the consumption of their magic slots should not be underestimated. More than half of the soldiers accompanying them have been killed, and the mana of several mages has also dropped greatly. Although there are no enemies in front of them for the time being, their situation is still very dangerous.

The gray-robed mage chanted a spell. The prophecy spells were accurate in predicting in a short period of time. The banter on his face had disappeared, and his expression became more serious.

"Not so good, the bastards of the Temple of Light have begun to gather."

Everyone present knew the meaning of the word assembly. The war was about to be decided, or Hong Ming and the Goddess killed the God of Light, or all their blasphemers were destroyed by the True God.

The bard's expression was very serious, "Let's meet up with Prince Liadon first, the pressure in the temple will definitely increase sharply now."

Black Robe, Gray Robe and others have no objection. In such a dangerous situation, it is a share of power to preserve it, and there is no room for hesitation.However, when everyone was about to leave, Sarn knelt on the ground motionless, as if he didn't hear their words.

"Drow." The gray-robed mage frowned, "Come with us, it's too dangerous to stay here for a long time."

San shook his head silently, but did not answer.

"You..." Gray Robe gritted his teeth, swallowing the curse with all his strength, "It's not bad that Hongming disappeared from here, but how could there be only one entrance to the kingdom of the gods? Will be back from here!"

"No, he will." Sarn still didn't raise his head, but pulled up his large cloak, wrapping himself in the shadows.

"you!"

The black-robed mage grabbed his companion who wanted to jump violently, took out two badges from his arms, and threw them to Sarn.

"One can hide temporarily, and the other is teleportation. Do what you want, but you have to look for the right time."

After deftly catching the two, Sarn nodded at the other party without saying a word.

Several people quickly left the palace with only ruined walls. San was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand and slapped it, which activated the hidden magic circle. With a burst of magic waves, his figure was slowly covered by the magic circle, and the hall The emptiness and solitude returned, and there was no longer a single figure to be seen.

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Although it was a gap under his feet, it was hard for Hong Ming to say whether he felt a fall or a rise. He only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and his body lost its due weight. Mo Yuan felt a strong sense of dizziness and oppression lingering all over his body, his mouth and nose seemed to be covered by something, and he could no longer breathe.His eyes began to turn black, and he could hardly see. At this moment, there was a buzzing in his head, and the purple awns cleared the black mist. His feet fell to the ground, and he finally stood firm.

When you open your eyes, you can see a barren landscape without any identifiable buildings. The sky, earth, sun, and moon have disappeared, and even the ground you step on is not a real creation, but like clouds or smoke, illusory, without a trace of human life.In this wilderness, there are two people standing, one looks like a young man with white robe, red hair, golden eyes, handsome appearance that is not like ordinary people, with infinite authority and dignity, standing in the north like an emperor.The other was a black-robed beauty called Ms. Silver Star, but her dress was already torn, and her face, as bright as a bright moon, was empty and deeply sunken, with a bloodstain along the wound.

With just one glance, Hong Ming knew where he had come. His body was fluttering lightly. The battle just now had almost exhausted his true energy. , the space and laws here have fallen into some kind of absolute control, and a mortal like him cannot be touched.This is not any place on Oren Continent, but a real plane of gods, a fairyland constructed by gods.

"Outsider."

A voice penetrated Hong Ming's heart and went straight into his head. He let out a muffled groan, but he didn't look away. He stared straight at the white-robed god, his eyes hurting from it.This is the enemy they need to deal with, but all the preparations in the past now seem ridiculous like a farce.He is too strong, indescribable, incomparable.But now, Hong Ming is glad that he is alone in the face of this god.

"Is this Su Luna's ultimate intention? To snatch that artifact from me..."

In fact, from the perspective of hearing, Hong Ming can't tell the speed of the god's speech at all. There is no so-called high and low speed, only a similar wave of punching. His voice and telepathy resonate, as if every word is hitting Hong. Ming's mind, a trace of blood slipped from his ear, dripping on the snow-white skirt.

A dim light appeared in front of Hong Ming, covering his figure like a curtain.Su Luna withdrew her raised finger and calmly said to the God of Light, "The battle between us is not over yet."

"You've already lost." There was a hint of sarcasm on the man's face, "Letting him retrieve the artifact only interfered with the speed at which I can regain my godhead, but that war—any war—will only increase my strength, But being threatened, intimidated, and killed, my people will only pray to me more devoutly, dedicate their sincere faith to me, and pray for my blessing and victory."

"It's like an evil god who sucks blood." There was a hint of hatred in Su Luna's eyes.

"My dear sister." The God of Light's expression was impeccable, but his voice had a penetrating chill, "Have you declined to the point where you have forgotten how the gods established authority and gained faith? Good gods and evil gods are here The difference above is not too big, it’s just a matter of direction.”

He paused, looking around his empty and lonely kingdom of God. "Look here, I don't need extravagance and extravagance, I don't need sacrifices and fresh and delicious virgins. What this world needs is new power, rule, dogma, domestication, mortals are just lost lambs, what they need A mighty shepherd, not poisonous weeds that seem delicious. To these foolish men who can only plead, mind is the least of the things."

"Then what about the choice?" Su Luna's voice tightened. "For hundreds of millions of years, what about the gods who have been your equal, all the beliefs and different world laws? Are you going to destroy all of this!"

"Choose?" The statue-like body of the God of Light trembled, as if suppressing rage or laughing, and his uniquely shaped scepter, like a superimposed sun wheel and cross, was raised up, "It's because of these'choices ', you cowardly things will stay in Oren, and let us lose that battle. Choice? Hahahahahaha!"

Laughter echoed throughout the world, and ripple-like elemental fluctuations trembled with his voice, "What you need is not choice, but obedience. Strong, irresistible obedience."

A dazzling golden light enveloped the whole world, and the goddess's black dress bulged like a seabird struggling in a strong wind.

"Go, 'Judgment' will tell you the answer."

The scepter fell.