A church, a holy mountain, an unknown temple. wWW. QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO. coM
Several ascetics in simple clothes sat cross-legged under a cliff outside the temple, looking at the nearby cliff without saying a word. Moss has grown on their bodies, and birds have made nests on their heads. No one knows how long they have been sitting here.
Under the skin of each ascetic monk, there is a golden juice as thick as magma that is faintly turning. They are like a ball of hot gold solution wrapped in a layer of human skin. As long as a small gap is opened in their skin, huge power can burst out.
Walking up the steep steps behind the ascetic monks, you reached the entrance of the Nameless Temple in just a few steps.
An old knight wearing black armor leaned lazily at the gate of the temple, drinking pungent wine in one sip. The wine poured from the flask showed a strange dark red color. It was blood wine mixed with the blood of unknown creatures. Occasionally, a drop or two of wine splashed on the ground, which would immediately corrode the granite floor into small pits the size of a fist.
But the old knight just drank the highly poisonous liquor without any signs of discomfort.
Walking into the dark little hall, there are densely packed doorways like honeycombs on both sides of the corridor. Some doors are open, revealing the small space inside, and some doors are tightly closed. There is a faint whistling sound coming from behind the door.
At the deepest part of the hall is a small hemispherical hall. The walls of the small hall, which is about twenty meters in diameter, are carved with countless statues of gods. It is a scene of the battle between the gods and other gods believed in by the Western Continent Church. Among them are the sad scenes of the death of a large number of gods.
Among these statues, even the God of Dawn, enshrined in the Dawn Temple, the most powerful church in the world, has several huge gaps in his body, and his face shows an expression of extreme pain and panic.
A solitary dragon head made of pitch-black metal stood in the center of the hall. A man was wearing a black robe and his face was frighteningly white. The tall man, who was as pale as an undead, held the dragon's head in both hands and was continuously feeding dark golden power into the dragon's head.
Circles of faintly visible magic patterns continued to spread from the dragon head, and huge power was input into the ground along the dragon head to a huge divine power crystal. After the transformation of the divine power crystal and several huge divine arrays nearby, it was laid along a specially laid The power circuit is quickly transported to the distance.
In the inconspicuous nooks and crannies of the Holy Mountain, many such nameless temples stand quietly under the cover of the rocks. In addition to these small halls, there are many caves and caves that constantly emit similar power fluctuations - power fluctuations belonging to demigods.
No one can tell how many demigods are hidden in the church's holy mountain. Countless years. In all the religious wars in the Western Continent, the Heavenly Ones died like pigs and dogs, and the Holy Land fell like raindrops, but the demigods. . . There is no record of demigods taking action.
Almost all demigods, according to a certain secret covenant, once they set foot in the realm of demigods, are absorbed into the church through the baptism of divine grace, and after being given various prestigious titles, they live quietly in seclusion. In the Holy Mountain, basically no one is born again.
The man in black in the Nameless Hall poured the huge energy accumulated in his body into the faucet at once. Then he took a deep breath. Rao Shi is a demigod who recuperates energy very quickly and uses up all his power at once. It will take several days of hard work to return to the original state of full strength.
The man in black grabbed a kettle from the ground with a sullen face, took a big gulp and mixed it with the original liquid of the Tree of Life. The divine water that had been purified by divine power gradually regained a trace of blood on his pale face, and a breath of color made people feel... The shuddering superior pressure gradually spread from his body.
Throwing the empty kettle aside, the man in black suddenly roared loudly: "Find me a woman! The higher the status, the better, preferably a woman like a cardinal, a red-robed archbishop with a divine crown. Younger, more beautiful. , I want to discuss the mysteries of the gods with her! Go quickly!"
Panic footsteps came from outside the hall. Go away quickly.
The man in black snorted coldly. He walked back and forth twice like a liger imprisoned in a cage. Suddenly he walked to a weapons rack in the corner of the hall, pulled out a long black sword, and waved it fiercely in the air. . The long black sword exudes blood-colored light, and the blade of this sword has a dazzling blood-red color. This is the blood evil energy accumulated on the blade after countless massacres.
"Damn church!" He gently licked the blade of the sword with his tongue, and the man in black roared in a low voice: "What's the point of working so hard to become a demigod? You can't join the Punishment Knights, you can't join the Judgment Institute, you can't even join the Judgment Institute. One step away from the Holy Mountain, why should I become a demigod?"
"Fine wine, beauties, bloody killings, this is the life that I, Speight, should have. But now? I am a huge magic crystal that replenishes this sealing magic array with demigod power every other month. !Is this my life?"
After several angry roars, the man in black sat on the ground angrily. He was counting the days on his fingers when his favorite grandson, Strom, would come to visit him. Every year, Strohn would come to the Holy Mountain to visit him, and each time he would send several beauties with skin as white as milk and as delicate as cream.
Swallowing heavily, the man in black, Jie Jie, laughed strangely: "Strong, my son, you are more useful than your father! Your father is really a waste. In order to hunt down an escaped The succubus slave actually chased me into the abyss world, and then died there! I, Speight, lost all my glory by him!"
"Well, you are more useful. If I hadn't been able to leave the Holy Mountain, the throne of Caesar's Empire should have been given to you!" Lying lazily on the floor, Speight murmured in a low voice: "Now The emperor is not in line with my wishes. After all, he is not my child. Although he is of royal blood, he is not my child. This throne should be inherited by my direct descendants!"
Just when Speight was lamenting that he shouldn't have broken through to the demigod realm so early, and should have spent more time enjoying the glory, wealth and family support in the secular world, the sound of rapid footsteps came over. A holy master wearing black armor and exuding a strong smell of blood strode into the hall. He knelt down heavily in front of Speight and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, His Highness Stromgen was killed. !”
Speight was stunned. He slowly got up from the ground, stared at the black-armored knight kneeling in front of him and said ferociously: "What did you say?"
The black-armored knight lowered his head, knowing full well how terrifying the man in front of him was. The cruel and tyrannical Speight is still known as the "heart-eating bloody prince" in the northern frontier of the Caesar Empire. During the time when Speight ruled the northern provinces of the Caesar Empire, the northern frontier of the Caesar Empire was like a hell on earth.
Taking a deep breath, the black-armored knight mustered up his courage: "His Royal Highness Strom was killed. He represented our country at the palace banquet of Holy Light I of the Gallic Empire to celebrate the birthday of Holy Light I. Assassinated in a great theater in the Gallic Empire!"
With a 'buzz' sound, a strong black-red light spread out from Speight's body. Surrounding his body, several looming sword shadows gradually condensed. Gradually, these sword shadows exuded a suffocating light. With fierce murderous intent, he stared at the black-armored knight kneeling on the ground, and suddenly showed a bright smile: "So, who is the murderer?"
Drops of cold sweat continued to flow on the forehead of the black-armored knight, and he said in a low voice: "There is no result yet. But the assassin who assassinated His Highness Strom used an imperial-standard military crossbow."
"Paragraphing the blame!" Speight said calmly: "The person who framed the frame and carried out the assassination could never be from the Caesar Empire. Well, it was probably the Gallic Empire. I know it should be them. The Gallic Empire was founded. In the beginning, a total war broke out with us for nearly a hundred years. There is a traditional feud between our two countries, a feud that cannot be broken down!"
With a sneer, Speight said coldly: "It has been almost forty years since the Hundred Years' Continental War ended. The economy and people's livelihood in the Western Continent have recovered and are better than before. The nobles' demands for territory are endless. Nobles pursue territory, and big businessmen pursue wealth, so war is inevitable!"
Pulling up his sword, Speight said solemnly: "War, they want to provoke a war! Then, I will give them war!"
He casually pointed to the weapon rack, and a set of black armor flew up silently, and was put on Speight's body one by one. With a crazy smile, Speight shouted in a deep voice: "Knights of Blood Heart, can you still kill people? Can you still kill people? Do you still dare to kill people?"
Including the old man sitting drinking at the entrance of the palace, a total of three hundred warriors in black armor swarmed in and quickly gathered in front of Speight.
Speight raised his right index finger and touched it gently in front of his lips: "Shh, keep your voice down. Let's leave the Holy Mountain secretly without disturbing anyone. Let's go teach the Gallic Empire a little lesson. Don't let Damn the church for disturbing our enjoyment!”
With a ferocious smile, Speight quietly walked out of the Nameless Temple with the three hundred old knights of the Blood Heart Knights.
A fat man wearing a red divine robe hurried over with a beautiful-looking girl also wearing the color of a high-level clergyman's robe. Seeing the fully armed Speight, he couldn't help but exclaimed.
The next moment, Speight's long sword swept across, and the heads of the obese man and the beautiful girl flew into the sky, and blood spilled all over the ground.
Quietly, using Speight's powerful strength as a cover, the last three hundred knights of the former Blood Heart Knights who set foot in the Holy Land followed in Speight's footsteps and left the Holy Mountain without disturbing anyone.
The ascetic monks sat blankly at the door of the hall, paying no attention to the changes in the outside world.