The holy mountain was shrouded in rain and fog, and the heavy downpour was making the mountains roar. www,QuanBen-XiaoShuo,cOm
Originally, during this season, there would be a few light snowfalls on the Holy Mountain. When the warm sea breeze from the south blows, the flowers will bloom and light rain will fall. At this time of year in previous years, the cold wind from the Odin Icefield still lingered on the Holy Mountain for a while before leaving reluctantly.
But this year is different. In the north of the Holy Mountain, the original territory of the Gallic Empire, and now the Gallic Autonomous Territory of the Longshan Empire, the allied forces of the Church and the Longshan Empire are fighting a bloody battle with the aliens. The rolling murderous intent, the torrential murderous aura, mixed with the heat wave emitted by the blood of dead people, and the heat emitted by countless warriors waving their weapons, shouting loudly, and sweating profusely, steamed up the cold wind of the Odin Icefield.
The cold current is no longer like this, and the hot wind in the southern seas has come very early this year. The snow on the Holy Mountain has not even melted, and the heavy rain that looks like a late spring has just fallen. Such weird rainfall also made some mature, steady and well-informed bishops worry and whisper in secret - the sky is changing. Is this a sign of chaos
The former Holy Crown Pope's palace has been turned into a wine and meat shop, where Blackbeard, who temporarily took charge of all affairs of the church, was drinking and having fun extravagantly. Many young clergymen who had just graduated from religious colleges were led astray by the thugs of the Black Tiger family. The entire holy mountain was filled with secular smoke and smoke, and it no longer held the sanctity and solemnity it once had.
Such changes have made those experienced and knowledgeable clergy even more worried. That's not a good sign, definitely.
In this pouring rain, a dozen clergymen wearing black cloaks were walking among the vast mountains of the Holy Mountain. This is a forbidden area deep in the holy mountain. There are only narrow paths connecting the mountains. A huge divine power barrier covers the entire forbidden area. Even gods cannot fly here. Can only walk on two legs.
There are too many shady secrets of the church hidden here. There are too many extravagant figures in the history of the church who live in seclusion. The answers to many things that have been covered up in history can be found here. This place is affiliated with the church, but it is also independent of the church. Even Blackbeard, although he has controlled most of the power of the church, has not been able to reach here for the time being.
The ones in charge here are the church’s end-time elders, not the three popes.
Varus wears a cloak. The divine power barrier here suppresses his divine power, preventing him from using magic to block the rain. The magic ornaments on his body have also lost their effect. Outside the forbidden area, even meteorites from the sky cannot damage a single hair of Verus. But here, the downpour soaked his clothes. The wet clothes clung to her body. It made him extremely uncomfortable.
"This damn place!" Verus' face looked ugly: "Who set up the divine power barrier here? I am the noble Lord God. I have Lord God-level power, but I can't use any divine power here. !”
A strong man following Verus spoke the name of a god in a low voice, so Verus immediately changed his tone: "However, this is also what it should be. Although this place belongs to the secular world. But there is something hidden here. There are so many vital things, no matter how careful you are, you should be careful. I should suggest the gods to strengthen the divine power barrier here."
He shook his head vigorously and threw back a strand of long hair that was close to his skin. Verus looked up at a lonely peak in the distance. The iron-black peak is shaped like a sharp sword, rising straight from the ground and piercing the sky. Most of its peak is wrapped in black clouds. There are faint flashes of lightning in the clouds, but no thunder can be heard.
From the position of Verus, one can see a large number of simple thatched shacks built sporadically under the solitary peak. To be precise, those thatched sheds are just wooden frames made of branches and withered grass. They can barely demarcate a private and independent space, but as for the function of protecting them from wind and rain, it is a joke.
In every thatched hut, there was a haggard man sitting. After inheriting the priestly crystal of the upper god level, Verus's strength has also been greatly improved. From such a distance, he can clearly see the appearance of those men. No one can tell how old these half-clothed, haggard men are. Their bodies were so shriveled, like a skeleton wrapped in a layer of skin, that Verus even doubted whether they were still alive.
"The elite of the first generation of the Church's Punishment Knights?" Verus looked at the men sitting motionless like zombies mockingly, and shook his head contemptuously: "I can't see how powerful they are. Can they alone deal with Lin Qi?"
None of the people following Verus said a word. Several men with strong bodies and strong faces looked at Verus deeply, then lowered their heads and remained silent. The group continued to walk forward despite the violent wind and rain. After trekking hard for more than two hours, they finally bypassed several mountain peaks, crossed a valley where a flash flood was erupting, and arrived at the foot of the solitary peak.
Someone cut down a few big trees and built a crude bridge across the valley where the flash floods were raging. Verus, who was unable to use any divine power and could only walk like a mortal, had just walked across the single-plank bridge. In a simple thatched shed beside the bridge, there was a man with blue-grey skin who was even uglier than a zombie, and his whole body exuded a sense of death. The man slowly opened his eyes.
Two golden lights flashed, and Verus jumped back in horror, almost falling into the rolling valley.
The man's appearance was comparable to that of a zombie, and he looked extremely miserable. But his pair of eyes were so astonishing. His eyes were like two red-hot golden eyes. The golden light was shining brightly and emitting streaks of sharp and unusually red light. A disciplinary cross divine pattern in his pupils was slowly rotating, and a trace of sharp energy that made Verus' body miserable hit his face. A kind of severe pain that his own body was cut open made Verus couldn't help but A groan came out.
Verus screamed angrily: "Bold mortal, do you dare to offend the noble god Verus?"
Verus was really angry. He was the younger brother of the goddess of pleasure, and he had always been domineering in the divine realm. Even though Lin Qi had just given him some color, after Verus obtained the inheritance of the Lord God-level priestly crystal, he returned to his former domineering self.
This man with a haggard appearance like a zombie, even if he is the so-called elite of the first generation of the disciplinary knights of the church, he is still just a mortal! A mere mortal dares to hurt a noble god with such eyes. This is a capital crime! If it weren't for the fact that this man's eyes were so weird that filled Verus's heart with fear, he would have already drawn his sword and killed this daring guy with his sword.
Staring at the man angrily, Verus pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword and scolded him tremblingly: "You mortal, what do you want to do?"
"Mortal?" The flames emanating from his eyes became more and more fiery, almost like two small suns emitting violent heat, evaporating the surrounding rain into mist. The man sneered dryly: "Noble God, come here. What is there to do here? This is a forbidden area. No one without permission can enter here. Anyone who disobeys the order will die!"
In dozens of crude thatched huts far and near, pairs of golden eyes lit up. The blazing golden gaze focused on Verus. His cloak and underwear, which were soaked by the rain, were quickly dried by the high temperature. In just the blink of an eye, his clothes burned. Forget the ordinary cloak, but Verus's personal clothes are all magical devices with various magics added to them!
These clothes, which were comparable to semi-artifacts, started to burn. Verus looked at the men in the thatched hut in horror, and no longer dared to say a word. A capable man behind him took a step forward and silently showed a red token the size of a palm.
These so-called elites of the first generation of the Punishment Knights glanced at the token, and then closed their eyes at the same time. Verus cursed and put out the fire on his body, and angrily took out his spare clothes and changed them. As he changed his clothes, he looked at these men in shock but anger. Their power is so weird, and their power is beyond a certain limit. Verus can't understand why the Punishment Knights, the thug organization of the Azore Protoss in the secular world, is so strong. strength
These guys are just a group of mortals. Why are they so strong
After squinting at these haggard people for a while, Verus' eyes widened in great surprise. Some of these men have obvious Western characteristics, such as their tall nose bridges and deep-set eye sockets. But there are still a large number of people among them, and they clearly look like Orientals! There are actually Easterners among the elite members of the first generation of the Church’s Punishment Knights
"Who are they?" Verus's question fully explained the appearance of a playboy from the Ashe Clan. In the ancient war of gods, Verus, who just stayed behind to eat and drink, had no right to participate in the discussion of various important decisions, so he had no idea what the so-called first-generation disciplinary knights were. thing.
"They are the pride of the Punishment Knights!" The capable man put away his token and blocked all of Verus' next questions with an answer that made Verus extremely angry. He made a gesture to Verus, and then walked quickly towards the lonely peak. Verus glanced at the tough man angrily, then gritted his teeth and followed the man without saying a word. (To be continued...)