The saint's mouth twitched, and he became even more frightened.
He just relied on the power of the silent god to forcibly transform into a curved life that is free from life and death, and he can observe a certain future.
And the body structure is extremely unstable, and it will collapse in a short time, so the saints say it nicely, but in fact they are just disposable items, so the selected people must be fanatical believers.
But any believer will collapse as long as he sees that picture, because it is the cruelest thing for believers.
So at this moment, the saints have really seriously considered Negri's proposal to change to another god.
His expression is heavy, if he still maintains a living body, he must feel difficult to breathe under the huge psychological pressure.
In the panic of awakening the blood of sin at first, in order to save his life, he had to join the silent church, using the methods of the silent church to suppress the blood of sin and arrest it.
In the end, he really believed that the blood of sin is the noble blood, and the silent church is the church of God, which will bring them happiness and hope.
"I'm sorry, my lord." The saint's body burned with blue flames, and his figure quickly disappeared. He is going to inform the Silent Church that this is a trap and a conspiracy. If he continues to plan, it will only involve the Silent Church. perish.
No matter how God exists, no matter whether he will die or not, the Silent Church is the existence that saved him, and there are many people who have suffered the blood of sin, so he must save the Silent Church no matter what.
Negri picked up the teacup, sighed, then picked up the book, and the gear turned slightly.
Negri appreciates capable people and is willing to give them a chance, but once he has established a position, Negri will not have any reluctance to act.
The structure of the saint's body quickly collapsed, and the blue flames burned wildly. He wanted to return to the plane of reality, and he wanted to change the determined fate.
But at that moment, his body collapsed, crushed and kneaded by the force of the curved surface, and became an insignificant speck of dust in the world.
Negri sat in the tree hole, tiny invisible germs flowed continuously on the bookshelves, and they returned the knowledge records on the books to Negri's body.
In this world, Negri dared to claim to be the person who knew the most about mystic knowledge. In his soul body, he recorded all kinds of magic books, roughly 103,000 volumes.
Negri has carefully studied every magic book, whether it is strong or weak, when it can become magic, he has reason in it.
What Negri studied was not the magic recorded in it, but the Tao and reason contained in it.
As long as Negri masters the principles and principles, similar magic rituals can be easily picked up by Negri.
For example, regarding the angle of the curved surface, the Silent Church has been passed down for so long, and the results achieved by the knights are not outstanding. However, Negri discovered the existence of the angle of the curved surface three years ago only after he came into contact with another angle.
It is precisely because of this that the gear plan develops so fast.
"I will accept your insistence." Negri drank the tea in the cup in one breath, feeling the sweetness after a little bitterness, just like that wild fruit, it has too many useless emotions, stupid, Ignorant, bound by those ridiculous feelings, but it is that touch of persistence that makes him delicious.
Just like the fruit that is about to rot outside, it is the same.
Looking at the burning scene around him, Pan Nuo let out a stern smile. With his hunched body, his combat effectiveness is not considered strong. After all, he is already old, and his body should have died long ago. Up to now, he is only relying on the transformation of the buds of the moon tree. The magic power is strong.
"Hahahaha, hahaha, I was wrong!" Pan Nuo's shriveled body was almost dead, the last magic power was ignited, and his dry body began to burn with magic fire.
If the city hadn't sunk into the ground and was completely destroyed in that battle, perhaps it would have been the best ending.
"I was wrong!" Pan Nuo fell to the ground, weakly but sincerely shouted, the flames on his body were carried by him to spread to other places, and he stretched his hands into the soil with all his strength.
It was his greed that pushed everything to the current situation. He cannot be forgiven, because no one can forgive him anymore.
The flames on his skinny body were gradually extinguished, and now he didn't even have the qualifications to continue to burn, and he couldn't sense the existence of buds, whether he burned himself or not, at this moment was the end of his life.
The flames began to spread, and his body turned into smoke and drifted away under the hot wind blown by the flames. Thousands of years of scruples were the greatest torture to him.
The high priest didn't care about that bad species, or even the surroundings that spread far away. In his opinion, as long as it doesn't affect the god-calling ceremony, it's all trivial matters that aren't worth mentioning.
"Go forward, it's right there, the seat of God is there!" The high priest pinched the staff, his skinny knuckles were white and blue, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets with excitement, and the silent believer, who was a lot disabled, quickly opened up. Passage to the upper end of the mother tree.
When they opened the wooden door, they saw that Chromie was standing in the middle with his eyes closed, and a young sprout stood out on his forehead.
Looking at Chromie's beautiful body, the high priest trembled all over, and kept murmuring: "Sure enough, the curse has been lifted. This body, such a perfect body, is what we should look like!"
"Get ready to wake up my lord, everything is just right now, and we will finally be bathed in the glory bestowed by God." The high priest was so excited that he could no longer be excited, and quickly ordered everyone to start making arrangements.
Although the mother tree is dead, its texture is still very good. It is the best material for making staffs, and there is no problem in making altars.
With a moon tree seedling, a body with extremely awakened bloodlines, and being on the mother tree, one of the largest magical materials, this is almost the best time and place.
There was nothing to hesitate, the god-invoking ceremony began soon, a large number of sapphires were placed in fixed positions, and a large-scale co-track ceremony was soon laid out.
After all, the Silent God is in the sky above the ruins, and the distance is not far away. As long as there are no major mistakes in the ritual circle, there will be no problems.
Noah took the magic circle map and directed some people to perfect the same-track magic circle. Chromie in the circle frowned, as if something bad happened, but at least it seems that he didn't wake up so soon come over.
From the perspective of silence, the blue light ball floating in the air flickers slightly. The main elf god named the Messenger of Silence has been killed by the Seven Gods, and this place is just the remnant of him in a special space.
Because it is placed on this special angle, it is difficult to be completely eradicated. If there is no accident, he should have been sleeping forever, but today he was touched by a certain breath.