Chapter 132 132·Opportunity

"well……"

In the thick blood mist, a long sigh came from the location where the sound came from, making it impossible to identify the direction.

It came from all directions and any position, as if this sigh enveloped the surrounding area.

"I have read the history of your holy bishop, leaving aside the divinity part.

The development of your church is full of killing, bloodshed, deception, and barbarism.

All those who obey your holy bishops are, in your eyes, just slaves who can be manipulated and deceived.

Those who disobey will be eradicated, branded as heretics, and slaughtered to death, but all this is done in the name of your Holy Lord God.

You are obviously humble human beings, but in the name of God, you can do all sinful things legitimately."

Blood mist and darkness blend together.

The color of the huge egg-shaped outline in the depth began to gradually deepen, and Bishop Feidson saw that there were actually some unique ridges on the outline.

Maybe it felt too lonely during the period of pregnancy and birth.

Becoming a new god is the destiny of our race. You can regard me as the egg of a god.

He looked back at the black shadow. At this moment, the oval-shaped black shadow had grown larger again. This was not Bishop Federson's illusion.

But the black shadow is indeed getting bigger bit by bit, as if the things being nurtured inside are growing rapidly, expanding the outer shell bit by bit.

Comfort and healing are flowing through the members of the execution group, and they are trying their best to use all means to restore the fighting strength of the surviving members of the execution group.

Bishop Federson asked calmly: "If you feel that you will definitely be born, it means that you already have the necessary conditions to become a god!"

The priests of the execution group were restless, and they kept shouting and yelling at the black shadow, even if they sprayed blood foam and fragments of internal organs from their mouths.

It was a very obvious kind of shaking, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion, which made Bishop Federson certain that the black shadow in front of him was actually its true form!

"Why do our tribe let you, the humble and insignificant ants, do the naming?

Who do you think you are!"

He looked carefully and felt that the raised outline looked a bit like human ears and nose.

The huge egg-shaped black shadow in Bishop Federson's eyes still existed, but he and the other members of the execution team suddenly saw the black shadow shaking.

But the process of a god's return after his death is like a speck of dust in the light, slowly sinking to the ground while flying.

Perhaps the priest who wrote this part of the Bible at the time did not dare to write in too detail even though he had seen it with his own eyes.

The sound suddenly stopped, and the blood mist and darkness dyed the surroundings into a silent atmosphere.

because……"

The black shadow trembled for a short while, but this represented excitement.

As long as they kill this thing in front of them, the final mission of their execution team will be completed, and it will be worth it even if everyone sacrifices here.

It is the main culprit that caused the pollution outbreak in Chesenersu City.

Our race should not be named after a loser from the past!

and……"

Because they saved a city, even prevented the continued spread of pollution, and most importantly... completed the mission assigned to them by the Pope.

"The gods believed in by all religions are entities that receive power from order.

Although this example is not appropriate to describe gods.

Even...he only recorded the names of those who debated with you saints in this chapter.

It was in a good mood at the moment, and was willing to explain more to Feidson and others some of their doubts.

"Look at how weak you are, you don't understand me, just like the Liplett you recorded in the Bible, who only appeared as a wanderer.

The black shadow paused for a moment, and then said a very blasphemous sentence in the eyes of all the survivors of the execution group.

The shaking of the black shadow gradually stopped.

To be honest, I really hate that you used the name Liplett as the name of my tribe.

"You are Liplett!" Bishop Federson asked cautiously.

His eyes were violently squeezed open, and his brain mixed with plasma flowed out from his eye sockets, mouth and nose.

"I have explained to one of you before that Liplett was a member of the same race in the past, while I am a separate existence in the present.

When a gust of wind blows, it will fly again.

Not a single member of the executive team was still standing.

For some members of the execution team, their eyeballs suddenly popped open, as if their entire heads were suddenly filled with tremendous pressure.

"Evil evil spirit... evil evil spirit... evil evil spirit..."

When the shell of the egg is completely broken, then the thing conceived inside is completely born.

After becoming gods, they will not die. All gods will never truly die. Their fall does not mean death.

"That's right!"

All my failed people... including the Liplett recorded in your Holy Bishop's Bible, are all losers who have not yet been fully born!

Because they have not achieved the necessary conditions to become gods!"

But why don't you want to understand that being able to debate with the saints you admire is definitely not an ordinary existence.

Holy light surged, and the light curtain of divine protection enveloped the execution team again.

"Order? Power?" Bishop Federson repeated these two words. There seemed to be a certain logical error in it, but it was rather vague.

"The only god in the world is the Holy Lord you believe in."

"puff!"

"I am not completely born yet, but when I am born, this world will usher in a new god!

"Order! It is a prerequisite for becoming a god. As long as one receives power from order, even a piece of stone can become a god."

He was convinced that the huge shadow outline that appeared in the blood mist and darkness was the source of the mystery they wanted to eliminate.

A large amount of blood spewed from Bishop Federson's mouth. He lay on the ground and weakly pointed at the black shadow with his hand.

Someone fired at the black shadow, and a few streaks of light flashed past, but the bullet passed through the black shadow, causing no actual damage to it.

The sudden loud shout caused great harm to everyone in the execution team. It was as if a steel needle was suddenly inserted into their ears, and then their brains were stirred.

The resurrection of the gods only needs a suitable opportunity!"

"What opportunity! A big disaster?"

Bishop Federson's eyes were filled with blood, which was left along his cheek. He was still staring at the black shadow.

Hope to get the exact answer from the other party.
Chapter completed!