(I'd like to recommend the collection on Monday~ This chapter is the last chapter of the first volume, and the second volume will be opened tonight, Canghuan!)

Saint Constantine remained silent for two days, because this scene was really earth-shaking. The pope and the old prince both died and joined forces to massacre the phantom of the Father God. The man closest to God became the biggest heresy in 20,000 years. The strongest existence in the royal family in 20,000 years. One of the top ten legendary knights of the empire, he finally slaughtered the phantom of the god. The most important thing is that the powerful Father God, the almighty Father God, the Father God with thousands of faiths, the Father God who created the world, even the phantom, actually disappeared like this?

Isn’t God invincible and powerful? How could God be killed by His servants and his followers?

This world has entered a quiet and tranquility before the storm. This is a silent struggle. At this moment, the sky is still bright, but all living beings have already struggled. The beginning of a farce will inevitably usher in a tragic ending. The Holy See is already in chaos, and the true believers begin to doubt the Holy See. Because of the Pope's crimes, the unstable believers begin to doubt God, and naturally doubt the Holy See. On that day, the three archbishops in the clothes disappeared in different districts and disappeared. In the Red Lotus Knights, five hundred elites disappeared, and nearly three thousand clergymen disappeared from the world. The original pride of heaven, the most heretical godson, the Holy Son, Lord Black, disappeared. Everyone thinks that he also betrayed God. Indeed, he betrayed himself for sixteen years and found his true self for twenty-six years.

In front of the death gate, a middle-aged man in sloppy dressed on the ground, leaning against the wall, covering the dazzling sunshine with his hands. At this moment, the entire Holy See was dead, and the hall was filled with wind and clouds. The Pope died, and another power change. Everything was not that simple. The whole city of Saint Constantine was silent, but rumors spread all over the continent. This sloppy man was sitting quietly like before, sleepy, and never woke up. His surname was Wang, and he was the only blacksmith in the Holy See.

Blacksmith Wang rubbed his messy hair and saw a man wearing a black cloak coming in front of him. He didn't even raise his eyes, but he felt that it blocked the sunlight and affected him basking in the sun.

The visitor was in the cloak, and it was Xu Fumeng's old servant, Lao Qiaoping.

Old Qiaoping looked at the blacksmith in front of him and said, "Lao San, the young master hasn't come out yet?"

Wang Blacksmith rubbed his sleepy eyes, his voice was so powerful that it was completely different from his lazy body now, and said, "No, but don't worry, I'm still alive. As the teacher's instructions, I will let him in and take out such things."

Wang Blacksmith moved his body, as if he was dissatisfied with being blocked by the sun. His name was Wang San, which was a very vulgar name, but it was well known to everyone.

Old Qiaoping also found a place, but did not sit down, and leaned against the wall to cover his cloak. Now, Black's identity is too sensitive and he cannot appear at will, otherwise there will be endless trouble.

Old Qiaoping looked at the empty square in front of him. In the past few days, crazy believers have come to burn the Holy See. Some people even directly ask the Holy See for money and invest money to God, even making them unable to eat enough. They firmly believe that the Holy See said that the soul should not be empty, and they think that they are buying spiritual food. The whole world is a mess. On the stolen rack in the center of the city, countless people have been roasted recently, and many clergy have died. Natural disasters, and indeed natural disasters.

Two hours later, a pitch-shaped one-horned horse slowly came and stood there. The horse was covered with scars and was shaking. Countless people were chasing him. In the past, it was subdued by the Son and was called Mei Talk. Now, the Son is the biggest heretic godson. It should be killed! Moreover, many ambitious people deliberately operated, and they wanted to eat this big cake. The Pope controlled absolute power, and the three thousand clergymen left were all elites. The Holy See lost at least 40% of its strength. However, the lean camel was bigger than a horse. Who wouldn't want to take a bite of this big cake? Natural disaster**, the Thrones, the unknown thing, should be killed!

Looking at the nearly a hundred people behind, Wang Blacksmith stroked the wound on the horse and said, "Good horse."

He slowly stood up and sank into the crowd. In just one minute, nearly a hundred people went all the way, which was the simplest and most rude way. He punched the bridge of his nose and pierced the entire head. Looking at the corpses on the ground in front of him, Wang San sat down again, closed his eyes to rest. No one knew where the Holy Son was. Those who knew could count it with their fingers. Some were loyal popes, and some did not dare to come. They knew that the price they had to pay for standing here and rushing in was not something they could bear now, who were already hurt.

A handsome man with blonde hair slowly walked towards here, followed by a beautiful girl with blue hair. The two looked five-point similar, but the color of their hair and eyes were too different.

The blonde man looked at the two people at the door and smiled at the graceful woman behind him, "Sister, brother is taking a big risk this time, but the enemy is a friend. This kid probably suffered a big blow, so he might be confused."

The blue-haired woman was a little worried, her sapphire-like eyes narrowed slightly and said, "No, he is a very interesting person. Instead, I was wondering what position should the Divine Tu Guild give him to support him, the Great Buddha. The elites of the Five Hundred Red Lotus Knights, the three thousand clergymen, and the two at the door, what kind of power is this, a force that belongs only to one person."

The blonde man looked at the two people at the door and said, "Two, Gods and Slaughter Guild, Victor George. I have received the news, don't worry, the Gods and Slaughter Guild has only one goal and one purpose. In ten years, we will accept Reinhardt's proposal, but not now, he is not qualified."

Wang Blacksmith didn't say anything, but instead stroked the wound of the natural disaster, as if he was more concerned about the Thrones car. Old Qiaoping rolled up his cuffs slightly and revealed a pair of all-white gloves, which was no different from the past. His voice was a little hoarse, saying, "Black Emperor, J Spade J, I'm very happy. We've made a deal. Friends, wait here. The Lord's will, we will naturally make him come true. This sky is no longer the sky we have seen before. Lord Black will inherit the Lord's unfinished career."

Four existences who should have never had time to interact with each other, or they would definitely fight each other when they meet, and now they stand quietly in front of the death gate with an ominous object.

The sky at this moment is no longer the same as before. The sky in the past cannot see the edge, as if you can never see the world inhabited by God on the distant sky. Now the sky has a huge place, which is the place where God the Father appears, with a hole, and there are layers of fine nets and golden patterns in the hole, as if it is the end of this sky.

In the Cathedral of Saint Constantine, an astonishing force began to disperse, and countless black runes began to rise slowly, spreading the entire imperial capital. The entire holy city fell into darkness. The city blessed by the Father God, at this moment, in the broad daylight, it seemed that the light was swallowed up, the ultimate black, the clean black, the whole world, no sound and no vision, after three minutes, everything returned to peace, and the door of death was wide open, three hundred phantoms ran out from it, all of them were pitch black, covered in black robe, and ran to all parts of the world. The Pluto had three hundred clones,

At this moment, a hundred clones disappeared, three ten feet high slowly dissipated, and the whereabouts were unknown. The remaining 193 clones slowly merged into the body of a man in white robe. The man in white robe was half bent, and more than one hundred black figures spread behind him, which was terrifying, and countless black auras were filled. At this moment, countless iron chains were stretched out behind him, and the iron chains imprisoned each phantom and pulled it into his body. One of the three big black lotus flowers completely disappeared. This flower imprisoned the divine power of a main god, the death aura of a main god, and most of the phantom's clone phantom!

Below Canghuan, a man in white robe lay on the body of a disaster beast, four people standing beside him, Wang San led the horse and walked towards the distant east.

The boy was holding a pitch-black spear in his hand. From time to time, there were phantoms behind him who took off the chains, but half of his body was exposed and forced into it. It was very strange. The boy's body was empty and there was no fluctuation of power. At this moment, all the clothes on his back disappeared, with two twelve-petaled black lotus and a complex black striped formation. When he opened his eyes the next time, his dark eyes would look for the real light of this world.

Just like a lesson from the Gods Slaughter: Only by truly being in darkness can you discover the true light of this world.

Volume 1: End.
Chapter completed!