Church, Holy Mountain, Temple of Punishment. wWW!QuANbEn-XiAoShUo!CoM
The pale yellow light of the setting sun shines in through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, falling slantingly on the statue of the God of Punishment, which is a hundred meters high. Sitting on the throne, wearing a blazing crown and holding a scepter, the God of Punishment has a stern gaze. He wears a huge set of pale golden armor. The armor is inlaid with countless gems and magic crystals and shines in the sun. .
In the temple with a huge circular vault, a total of 1,200 church bishops wearing bloody disciplinary robes stood in awe. Their whole bodies shone with a faint bloody divine light, and they were qualified to stand in the Punishment Temple here. The weakest among them had also reached the high-level level of demigods.
And such a terrifying force that can instantly destroy any empire on the western road is only an insignificant part of the total force hidden under the heavy black curtain of the Temple of Punishment.
Even among these 1,200 demigods, there are only thirty members of the divine family. All the others are from non-divine origins and rely on their own strength in the huge, strict and harsh system of the Temple of Punishment. Grassroots struggling hard.
Only gods are the core strength of a temple, so the 1,200 demigods here are just peripheral forces of the Punishment Temple.
So many demigods stood here quietly, their power constantly pouring into the statue of the God of Punishment from afar. There is a golden-red vortex the size of a water tank spinning rapidly between the eyebrows of the statue. This is a tunnel leading to an unknown space. Every time it is opened, a huge amount of power is consumed, and maintaining this tunnel requires all the people present. The demigods worked hard at the same time.
With so many powerful demigods, they can maintain this tunnel for up to a month, and the price they pay is that each of them will lose a thousand years of life. Although lifespan is basically no longer a problem after reaching the realm of demigods, a thousand years of lifespan is burned out in an instant, and the uncomfortable feeling of weakness is enough to drive people crazy.
At the other end of the twisted tunnel. In a small fragment of space, no more than a hundred miles in diameter, at the core of this void, a man about ten meters tall was floating quietly in mid-air. There were dozens of men and women floating around him. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Even though they are in a deep sleep, these men and women still exude a suffocating terrifying power.
These men and women exude powerful divine power. The men's bodies are strong and graceful, and the women's bodies are well-proportioned and beautiful. Their bodies are simply like works of art. Even the angle of a nail is so perfect, without any flaws at all.
But most of them had extremely serious wounds on their bodies.
For example, the handsome man with long bloody hair suspended in the core. A big hole was opened in his heart, and more than half of his slowly beating heart was broken. An unknown attack penetrated a transparent hole with a diameter of 1 meter in his lower abdomen, and a large number of internal organs were directly exposed.
There were also extremely horrific wounds on his limbs, as if some ferocious and violent beast had attacked him. There were traces of the tiger's claws tearing out the man's thighs and shoulders. Large pieces of flesh and blood were taken away, and traces of life were found on the golden transparent bones.
Even in his head. Someone slapped his head with a tiger claw, almost tearing his head open completely. The golden brain was exposed from the cracked skull, and the golden brain was also squirming slightly. It was obvious that the man was thinking about something.
Gerdas, the king of the broken army, the son of the God of Punishment, and Arthur's nominally cheap son, knelt respectfully in front of the man, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground. In just over ten years, Gerdas has grown into a strong and handsome young man. …,
Gerdas's red hair, purple eyes, and handsome face looked 90% similar to Arthur's. It's just that the natural pride and arrogance on his face cannot be matched by ten thousand Arthurs combined.
Suddenly, the man suspended in the air opened his eyes slightly. He muttered a low voice.
"Moon God... Eating alone will give you a stomachache!" Grinning strangely, the man suddenly laughed loudly: "With more than two million souls, this is probably the first time in these years that Moon God has so many materials to repair himself. Is this a stingy woman? I just want to share my love, but she actually dares to fall out with me!"
Gerdas slowly raised his head: "Do you need me to kill all the clergy of the Moon Temple, Father God!"
The man shook his head gently. He waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's just over two million souls. The moon god has been too hungry and thirsty for so many years, so the food is too ugly, and he doesn't even care about the sharing rules we set. But I am not her, two hundred Thousands of souls, what are they?”
Shaking his head, the man said calmly: "In the past thousand years, the Temple of Punishment has sent more than one billion humans to the stake in the name of punishing heretics. According to the agreement of the gods, even if half of the harvest is divided among other gods, , there are 500 million souls left behind by the Punishment God System, and there are only more than two million souls, and only the Moon God is so nervous!"
Exhaling heavily, the man narrowed his eyes: "So, let her go! After so many years, not only has the trauma of the soul not been repaired during the war, but the power of her soul has been passing away over the years, even if she is lucky to be repaired in the end. After all the injuries, her strength will definitely drop by one level, so there is no need to pay attention to her at all."
With a gentle wave of his hand, the man said in a deep voice: "It's you, Gerdas, my son. I will not hesitate to sacrifice my own strength to restore you to the strength you had in your heyday. You have to take advantage of those followers of the Easy-Seeing One." Take the opportunity to start a war and kill as much as you want! Whether it is the Western Continent or the Odin Icefield, the current population is too much. It is more appropriate to reduce the population by half."
A cruel smile appeared on Gerdas's face: "I will discuss it with the host of Odin Temple. There is no need for us to end this war quickly. If there is another hundred-year continent-island war, you What do you think?"
"Very good!" the man said lightly: "Tell them, if there is another century-old land-island war, according to the current population base of the Western Continent, 300 million people will die every year, which is acceptable. We will collect the souls of those who died in the war. To collect directly, the essence condensed from the blood of the war dead, I have to rely on you."
Gerdas smiled extremely brightly: "This is our duty. Father God, we can't wait to see your complete recovery."
The man smiled slightly, and two strange lights flashed in his eyes.
"Of course, complete recovery, I am also looking forward to the early arrival of that day. But you must be careful about those people within the church. Many people do not want us to truly recover, and even some divine descendants do not want to see us. The true resurrection of a god. So Gerdas, whatever you do, be careful, be careful."
"Back then they were able to set you up and force you to perish, but now their methods should be more secretive. You must be careful!"
Gerdas bowed deeply to the man, then he stood up and stepped back respectfully.
The man looked at Gerdas and pondered for a while, then sighed softly: "Take away my sword, Gerdas, my child, take away my sword, use my sword to remove all stumbling blocks."
"If there is nothing particularly important, don't disturb us. After all, no one knows that we have recovered to this extent. If some existence knows that we have truly awakened from sleep, danger will follow. So, no If necessary, don’t come here again.”…,
Gerdas's eyes flashed with a sinister glare: "All the clergy who opened this passage..."
Next to the man, an extremely beautiful girl with three pairs of blood-colored wings on her back slowly opened her red eyes: "Twelve hundred souls who are not weak, and so much blood essence, They should be happy to blend in with me! It’s their honor!”
Gerdas smiled extremely brightly: "As you wish, respected goddess of forbidden laws, they are all yours."
A long sword with a very ordinary style, but covered with a layer of faint red flames appeared out of thin air behind Gerdas. Gerdas carried the long sword that exuded a faint coercion on his back, respectfully stepped back dozens of steps, and then plunged into the constantly rotating tunnel.
The man suspended in the air sighed faintly: "Gerdas, don't let me down! We need more of the essence of soul and life!"
The Forbidden Goddess with blood-colored wings on her back smiled slightly. She gently opened her mouth and sucked hard.
The bodies of the 1,200 Holy Church bishops in the temple suddenly twitched. They opened their mouths in horror and wanted to scream, but their eyebrows suddenly exploded, and their souls suddenly flew up with a shrill wail. He sank directly into the rotating tunnel with a large amount of blood.
In the blink of an eye, the soul and blood were purified by a piece of golden-red divine flame, and turned into a fist-sized blood bead, which was swallowed by the goddess of forbidden law.
There was a faint trace of blush on the pale face of the Forbidden Goddess. The wound on her body from left shoulder to right rib, which almost cut her petite body into two pieces, squirmed, and an almost invisible trace of flesh slowly squirmed. was born.
There was no movement at all in this small gray fragment of space. Dozens of powerful gods were quietly suspended there, falling into a deep sleep again.
When Gerdas walked out of the space tunnel, he happened to see the scene where the heads of the demigods exploded.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, and sprayed out a golden-red divine flame from his palm, instantly burning the bodies of those demigods to ashes.
"Give me the latest battle report. What is the situation between the Gallic Empire and the Eastern Great Plains in the past few days since I have been away?" . )
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