The saint's mouth twitched, and he became even more frightened.

He simply relied on the power of the silent god to transform into a curved angle life that was free from life and death, and could observe a certain future.

Moreover, the body structure is extremely unstable and will collapse in a short period of time. Therefore, the saints say it well, but in fact it is just a disposable product, so the selected person must be fanatical believers.

But any believer will collapse as long as he sees that picture, because that is the most cruel thing for believers.

So at this moment, the saints really seriously considered Negri's proposal to change to another god.

His expression was heavy. If he still had a living body, he would probably feel difficulty breathing under tremendous psychological pressure.

At first, he awakened the panic of the blood of sin, but later he had to join the silent church in order to save his life. He used the silent church's means to suppress the blood of sin and captured it into power.

In the end, he really believed that the blood of sin is noble blood, and the silent church is God's church, which will bring them happiness and hope.

"Sorry, this lord." The saint's body burned with blue flames and his body disappeared quickly. He wanted to inform the Silent Church that this was a trap and a conspiracy. Continuing the plan would only involve the Silent Church in destruction.

No matter what God exists, no matter whether he will die or not, the silent church has saved his existence, and there are many people who suffer from sin. Therefore, no matter what, he will save the silent church.

Negri picked up the teacup, sighed, then picked up the book, and the gears turned slightly.

Negri appreciates capable people and is willing to give these people a chance, but once they have determined their position, Negri will not be reluctant to leave.

The structure of the saint's body collapsed rapidly, and the blue flames burned wildly. He was about to return to the real plane and he was about to change the determined fate.

But at that moment, his body collapsed, crushed and twisted by the power of the curved surface, becoming an insignificant dust in the world.

Negri sat in the tree hole, and invisible bacteria kept flowing on the bookshelf. They returned the knowledge records on the books to Negri's body.

In this world, Nageri dares to claim that he knows the most about mysticism. In his soul, he records various magic books, roughly 100,300 volumes.

Negri has carefully studied every magic book. No matter how strong or weak it is, when it can become magic, he has a reason.

What Negri studied was not the magic recorded in it, but the Tao and principles contained in it.

As long as Nageri masters the truth and principles, Nageri can pick up similar magic rituals.

For example, the surface angle thing is that the silent church has been passed down for so long, but the results achieved by the Knights are not the same. However, Nageri only came into contact with another angle three years ago and discovered the existence of the surface angle not long after.

It is precisely because of this that the gear plan develops so quickly.

"I will accept your persistence." Negri drank the tea in the cup in one breath, feeling the sweetness after it was slightly bitter. Just like that wild fruit, it had too many useless emotions, stupidity, ignorance, and was bound by those ridiculous emotions, but it was that touch of persistence that made him delicious.

Just like the fruit that is about to rot outside, it is the same.

Pan Nuo looked at the burning scene around him and smiled shrillly. With his body hunched over, he was not very strong in combat. After all, he was old and his body should have died long ago. Until now, he is just relying on the magic power of the transformation of the buds of the moon tree.

"Hahahahahahahaha, hahaha, I was wrong!" Pan No's shriveled body's vitality was almost cut off, and the last magic power was ignited, and his dry-mate body began to burn the magic fire.

If the city had not sunk underground and was completely destroyed in that battle, it might be the best ending.

"I was wrong!" Pan Nuo fell to the ground, shouting weakly but sincerely. The flames on his body spread to other places by him. He used all his strength to put his hands into the soil.

It was his greed that pushed everything into the current situation. He could not be forgiven because no one could forgive him anymore.

The flames on his thin body gradually faded away. Now he has no qualifications to continue burning, and he cannot sense the existence of the buds. Whether he burns himself or not, this moment is the end of his life.

The flames began to spread, and his body turned into smoke and drifted under the hot wind caused by the flames. Thousands of years of concern were the greatest torture for him.

The high priest did not care about the inferior species, or even the surroundings spreading far away. In his opinion, as long as it did not affect the progress of the ritual of calling the gods, it was all trivial matters that were not worth mentioning.

"Go forward, there, the seat of God is there!" The high priest pinched his staff, his skinny knuckles were white and blue, and his eyes were almost popping out of his eyes with excitement. Many disabled silent believers quickly opened up the passage and headed to the upper end of the mother tree.

When they opened the wooden door, they saw Cromi standing in the middle with his eyes closed, while a bud on his forehead was particularly conspicuous.

Looking at Cromi's graceful body, the high priest trembled all over and kept murmuring: "Sure enough, this body, such a perfect body, is what we should be!"

"Prepare to awaken my Lord. Now everything is just right. We will eventually bathe in the glory of God's gift." 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 a staff, and there is no problem in making an altar.

With moon tree seedlings and a body with a blood-awakening body, it is on the mother tree, one of the largest magic materials. This is almost the best time and place.

There was nothing to hesitate, the ritual of the god-calling began soon, a large number of sapphires were placed in fixed positions, and a large ritual of the same track was quickly arranged.

After all, the silent god is above the ruins, and the distance is not far. As long as there are no major mistakes in the ritual magic array, there will be no problems.

Noah took the magic circle diagram and directed some people to improve the same-track magic circle. Cromi in the formation frowned, as if he was encountering something bad, but at least it seems that he did not wake up so quickly.

At the angle of silence, the blue light ball floating in the air flashed slightly. The elf main god named the messenger of seclusion has been killed by the seven gods. This is just a residue of his existence in a special space.

Because it is placed on this special angle, it is difficult to be completely eradicated. If nothing unexpected happens, he should have been sleeping all the time, but today he was touched by a certain breath.
Chapter completed!