Under a gloomy sky.
Burch, the master of the prison, has come to a new country.
This is a small half-orc country, and the strongest suppressor is nothing more than a legend, but their strongman also went to the front line to fight, and even guarded the watchtower, and died in his hands just before.
"What a poor creature!" he smiled.
Crash!
As soon as he waved his hand, strange strange birds gathered into a black wave in the sky of the town.
"Kill! Not one left!"
His stern face was calm.
"The mortals of an era are just a fleeting moment. They came to this world, laughing and dying of old age, like overgrown weeds. The life of more than 30 years is meaningless. If they are slaughtered casually, they will reproduce again."
Wow—
On the broken ground, the bones piled up like a mountain.
Burch, the emperor of the black prison, strode forward, watching the wailing of the common people.
Many believers knelt down on the street with their families and their mouths. The church was full of praying crowds. Looking at the statue of the God of Wisdom on the top, they closed their eyes, wept in suffering, and prayed devoutly for "Wisdom" Book of
"O god of wisdom in heaven Achilles,"
"We will call your name Father,"
"Give us the wisdom to break away from the beasts, and give the living beings the power to think,"
"May your knowledge exist in the words of the book, as it exists in our hearts,"
"May your wisdom be the authority of strength, a symbol of supreme power,"
… .
The seemingly invisible calling hymn gradually resounded through the town, and countless souls prayed in despair.
The prayer hall of the church could no longer accommodate it. The fountain in the center of the town, old people, children, women, and men, knelt down piously on the ground, shouted, and closed their eyes tremblingly.
"It's really sad." He descended into mid-air and said suddenly.
boom!
Suddenly, the people present trembled even more.
As if hearing the voice of a demon, he closed his eyes tightly, not daring to open his eyes to look at everything outside, and knelt down on the ground, praying louder and louder, as if he wanted to end his life in this way of prayer.
He shook his head, raised his arms high, brewing endless black light, "This is a humble mortal, in times of crisis, he only knows to pray, seek spiritual sustenance, and long for who can save him."
"They also want to save themselves."
A voice sounded from my ears at some point, "It's just a pity that they can't. No one wants to rely on others. In this world, most of them are mortals who cannot cultivate to become professionals. Many things are already doomed when they are born. They want to choose, but they don't want to rely on others." There is no choice... This world does not have a system like Shushan, so they can only pray to me to let their hearts have a sustenance."
I beg you
Burch, the Great Emperor of the Black Prison, gradually became dull and turned his head in vain.
He saw a white-clothed god of light holding a book in his hand, with a gentle smile on his face, standing three meters away quietly, lifeless, and couldn't even sense his existence.
Like a silent ghost.
Burch, the master of the black prison, is creepy and full of fear.
If he wanted to sneak attack him, he was afraid that he would die in an instant.
This scene instantly reminded him of a person, Liu Wenjian, the head of Shushan Mountain, that terrifying mortal emperor, also has no breath, and her combat power is all on her weapons.
"Like that assassin!"
His heart was cold, and he couldn't help but look at the book in the man's hand.
Is it the same for this book
"You are... Hermes, the God of Wisdom!?"
He was silent for a few seconds, and then said again: "No, you have the aura of believing in living beings in the ancient world. You are not a living person. Is that the case... Is this the last resistance of the Church of Light and this piece of land? Collusion with the ancient world The ancient existence of the world really deserves death."
Although he said this and acted fiercely, he still had the intention of retreating. He felt the terrifying aura of the opponent, and gathered too much incense, which made his combat power extremely terrifying.
He clearly knew that almost all the common people and mortals in the entire Potion Land worshiped him.
The incense in the ancient world is scattered, but the potion land is now gathered. He is much stronger than the previous Tiantu God of War. He is definitely the ancestor of vampires, the top monster at the level of the blood emperor!
"Ah! It's the God of Wisdom!"
"Great God, finally come to save us!"
...
The mortals on the ground opened their eyes, roared madly, worshiped, and knelt down. When the living ancient myth appeared in front of them, and the supreme god they believed in and was willing to give everything came, what would they do
Already they were incoherent, and the psalms were louder.
In the long history, who has the most appealing power? Who is most respected by people
Undoubtedly, Hermes, the legendary god of wisdom, descended to the earth, handed over three great knowledges to mortals, and gave them the courage to fight against nature.
The entire Guangming Church exists because of worshiping this god.
The cute girl came quietly.
Seeing this scene of fanaticism and unimaginable belief, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
Immediately broadcast live to the netizens outside, holding a short stick as a microphone, "Dear melon netizens, this is a historic turning point in the era of potions, a surging tide of history! Please remember this scene clearly , and, witness the charm of history! History is with us!"
Above the sky, the god in white looked at him quietly, "All those who have committed serious sins, just pray to me and submit to my kingdom, and your sins will be forgiven."
Pooh!
"Let's go!" Burch, the prison master, turned around and wanted to leave.
Behind him, Hermes, who had no strong aura, seemed to have no intention of doing anything, slowly opened the first page of this bright book, and spoke softly.
"Wisdom is all power."
In the next second, the breath finally bloomed, and the whole world seemed to be squeezed.
Hermes is like an assassin-like Liu Wenjian, often bursting out with a terrifying aura at the moment of the strike, the moment the sword is pulled out.
Any moment when the sword is seen is the moment when the enemy perishes.
"I... "
He lowered his head in a daze, his consciousness gradually blurred, his whole body was squeezed and twisted, even crushed into a ball, and it was almost difficult to utter a voice, "How could it be so strong!!"
Boom!
He was completely crushed into blood mist.
Hermes looked calm, turned around slightly, and disappeared in place.
ah! !
People in nearby cities looked at the sky and wept with joy. Believers knelt down and prayed.
"Damn it!!" The cute girl was also stunned, and it took a long time to let out a breath of foul air, "So exaggerated?"
"History of Potion" records:
[Potion 1103 years, fighting against the ancient world, the epic emperor slaughtered all living beings, and Hermes, the god of wisdom, came to save the common people's believers from danger]