In a dark underground ditch.
A group of fallen people in black robes gathered around. A large space had been opened up here. In the center was a ten-meter-wide altar with faint flames lit all around. Under the altar was a huge magic circle. A strange phantom can be vaguely seen nearby, and the blurry appearance seems to be not a physical body, but a semi-spiritual form. A priest wearing a dark red robe knelt under the altar, surrounded by dark warriors in heavy armor, staring around with cold eyes.
"Your Excellency the High Priest."
The dark red figure under the altar expressed a respectful expression, and said in a deep voice: "I still haven't found the breath of the first son of God, the descendant of the dragon slayer has pulled out the cursed weapon, and our manpower has suffered heavy losses. Amber City is even stronger. Members of the Druid Order have also appeared, and recently they are very hostile to us, thinking that we have disrupted the balance."
"What should we do next?"
The dark flames turned into blurred figures, and the high priest's voice was chilling like a ghost, and he said angrily, "Who the hell? Who is it that keeps interfering with our Lord's arrangement? Have you found out the whereabouts of the first Son of God? I have given you the prophesied position in advance, why did the ceremony not start until now?"
The priest in the dark red robe looked terrified, with a large swath of cold sweat on his forehead, and explained: "White Horse City is very powerful, there are many powerful existences here, and members of the Northland Witch are also here. We waited until the White Horse Guards set off To deal with the ogre tribe, after the terrible storm lord left, we found the opportunity to hold the ceremony. In Amber City, we lost all the terrifying knights, and now we don't have enough manpower."
"Your Excellency, I have tried my best!"
"Trash!" Phantom roared angrily, raised his hand and pointed forward, and the dark red robe priest's head exploded like a watermelon. He glanced at the believers below, and pointed casually: "From today onwards, you are New Priest of Fear, My Lord will grant you divine power to enhance your power. Let others start preparations immediately, we will spread the sacred ritual to the whole south, the power of fear will awaken all the Sons of God, you must find them out as soon as possible The whereabouts of the first Son of God."
The fallen man in a black robe stood up in fear and trepidation, and said cautiously: "Your Excellency, High Priest. If the ceremony starts in full, then all the Sons of God will gradually wake up, and the power of our Lord will spread to them. At that time, the first It is even more difficult to find the whereabouts of the Son of God. Besides, if the other Sons of God wake up early, the power of the first Son of God will be greatly weakened, which is not conducive to our plan to resurrect the master."
The high priest gave him a cold look, and said coldly, "I know."
"But you incompetent wastes have already missed the opportunity, and the prophecy has already shifted. Now we can only wake up all the sons of God and strengthen the power of fear in the killing. Although the divine power of my lord will be dispersed, fear The power of God still exists in this world, as long as the other sons of God are all dead, all the divine power will automatically gather on the body of the first son of God!"
"Your task is to ensure that the first Son of God can survive to the end of the ceremony. He is the strongest and the weakest. Only in this way can the will of our Lord be resurrected on him!"
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white horse city.
The figure of the storm lord was flying on the street, and suddenly she stopped, jumped and landed on the roof, staring at a warrior in blood-red heavy armor in the distance, said in a deep voice: "Why did you put the dragon sword Pull it out?"
The warrior in blood-red armor stopped, glanced at her and said coldly: "The gods have lost contact, and the coming chaos can be foreseen. White Horse City needs the power of this sword."
The Storm Lord's expression was very stiff, and he said in a concentrated voice, "Don't you know the curse above?"
"I know." The heavy-armored warrior clenched the long sword in his hand, and said slowly: "The owner of this sword will die in the hands of the giant dragon. It killed twelve giant dragons, and the fifth owner will eventually die." Died at the hand of the dragon."
"But I am the guardian of White Horse City!"
"You are just an outsider, this city should be guarded by me! This is my inherent mission!"
Crackling lightning flashes.
The Storm Lord's expression was ugly, and she seemed to be very angry. She took a deep breath and turned away, saying coldly: "Stupid guy! The curse on this sword is more terrifying than you imagined!"
"You'll regret it one day."
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In the peaceful wilderness.
Sauron and Gloria looked at each other without saying a word, the flames in the distance had dissipated, it seemed that White Horse City was not attacked by the meteor burst. At this moment, Vivienne in the carriage suddenly trembled all over, a look of panic appeared on her cute little face, her white little hands were grabbing something randomly, the expression on her face became more and more frightened, and her whole body was terrified. Curled up in the corner of the carriage, muttering in his mouth: "Go away!... you monsters!... all of you go away!... If you don't go away, my brother will kill you all!... Aren't you going away?!... If you don’t go away, I’m going to call my brother!…”
Sauron's expression changed slightly for a moment.
He quickly rushed into the carriage, stretched out his hand to hold Vivienne's little hand, and said anxiously: "Vivienne! What's the matter? Have a nightmare?!"
Gloria's expression also changed slightly, and she followed in quite nervously. Because she was too fast, she bumped into Sauron, grabbed Vivian's little hand, shook her gently, and said, "Wake up! Vivian Wake up quickly? Is it a nightmare?"
The little girl slowly opened her eyes. She looked around timidly at first, and when she saw Sauron's figure, she rushed over, desperately crawling into his arms like a kitten, with her little hands still alive. Clutching at the corner of his clothes. After hearing the two people's words clearly, he nodded as if he was in a lingering fear, and whispered: "Yes. Vivienne saw a lot of monsters, as well as fire, and a lot of blood."
monster
Sauron and Gloria looked at each other, and while comforting the frightened little girl, they asked, "What kind of monster?"
Vivienne recalled it carefully for a while, her little face was slightly pale, and she whispered: "That kind of big monster, with fire on its body, is ugly and ugly, with two horns on its head. They have huge wings on their backs, and tails like cows, and their feet seem to be hooves, and they circled around me and said something, and they were fierce at me!"
"I... I'm not afraid of them!... I told them that if I dare to come over again, I will call my brother!... Then they disappeared."
demon? !
Sauron's face was ashen, and he glanced at Gloria next to him, then nodded gently, comforting the little girl carefully. It wasn't until her mood gradually calmed down that Gloria gave a wink outside the carriage. Sauron covered Vivienne with a blanket, watched her hold the little hand on the hem of his clothes, and said softly: "Brother is here Outside, talk to Sister Gloria about something, and I'll come in to accompany you right away."
"OK?"
Vivienne nodded obediently, let go of her little hands and sat by the carriage.
Sauron walked out with a stiff expression. Gloria seemed to have arranged a magic barrier, and then looked at him and said, "You don't know about this?"
"Yes." Sauron nodded solemnly.
Gloria glanced inside the carriage, and then slowly said: "Vivienne may really be the Son of God, and may even be the heir of the Abyss Demon God."
Sauron didn't answer, but he clenched the scimitar tightly in his palm, and all the muscles in his body tensed up, as if he would launch an attack in the next moment.
"You!...Why are you so guarded?!..." Gloria raised her eyebrows angrily, pointed at Sauron and said angrily, "Would I be against you just because she is the Son of God? After doing so much for a while, there is no way for you to treat me as a friend?"
Sauron relaxed a little, but still put his hand on the handle of the knife, and said softly, "I'm sorry. I was too nervous."
"You also know my previous experience with Vivian, it's hard for me to fully trust other people."
Gloria's face softened a little, and she sighed, "You must have had a hard time before."
Sauron didn't answer this, but just said: "My memory of Vivian's biological father is very vague. If she is really the Son of God, then the matter is very serious."
"Yes." Gloria glanced at the car, with a look of pity on her face, and said slowly: "The abyss demon god gave birth to a child for a certain purpose. The biggest possibility is that a certain abyss demon god foresaw his After his fall, the son of God was left behind in the mortal world, and finally he was resurrected with the help of the body of the son of God after his own fall."
"There were two demon gods who did this before, one was the god of slaughter and the other was the god of tyranny."
"The God of Slaughter failed. The Son of God left behind destroyed him, and finally the priesthood of killing fell into the hands of other gods. However, the God of Tyranny succeeded. He was resurrected on the body of his son, and the sad Son of God has not yet responded When you come here, you have been deprived of your divinity and died, and the god of tyranny was resurrected from his broken body."
Gloria let out a sigh, and said slowly: "If Vivienne is really the Son of God, then her future path is destined to be very difficult!"
Sauron's palm was very pale due to excessive force. He stared at Gloria in front of him, and said in an unquestionable tone: "I will kill him! Destroy him completely! If you can't find him in the world, I will Go to the abyss and kill him! No one can hurt Vivian, not even God!"
Gloria's gaze softened a lot, and she said softly: "This is not just a confrontation of strength, it also requires will and faith!"
"I think you need an ally."
A white arm stretched out. This was the second time Sauron held this hand, but the meaning was completely different.
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