"O great god! Please give instructions to your humble and pious servant."
In a room full of wilderness atmosphere and filled with ornaments reminiscent of shamans, a figure wearing shabby robes raised his hands high.
Without any exposed skin, the weirdo with gray-yellow bandages on his arms was talking to himself at the statue:
"Please tell me, which god has fallen? And who is the blasphemer?"
After speaking, he lowered his head and stroked the crystal ball in front of him with both hands.
But the crystal ball didn't respond at all.
"Why can't I see any revelations?"
The weirdo was silent for a moment, then weakly lowered his head.
!!!
"Why...why, why! Why!?"
Click!
There was a sound of breaking glass, and a very pure crystal ball was smashed directly by him.
"Where on earth!?"
The expensive crystal ball, which was originally comparable to a legendary item, was damaged like this, but the weirdo didn't care at all.
"No!!! This is absolutely not okay!"
On the contrary, he reached out and grasped one of the sharp crystal fragments, and plunged it into his palm!
Blood spurted out from it, staining the broken crystal ball red.
"I pay with my blood, please look at me!"
Buzz——
Suddenly, the originally unresponsive crystal ball changed differently and glowed bright red!
"Hahahaha! It really works!"
Seeing this change, the weirdo let out a maniacal laugh. He laughed and poked another piece of crystal into his thigh.
"Yes! That's it! That's it! Give me more information..."
It was not in space, but appeared directly in the weirdo's mind.
In the blurry scene, the sky is filled with messy light.
He saw many, many people of different heights and shapes, but they were running and chasing after the same figure.
The strange man's eyes widened. He tried hard to figure out who was in front of those people, but he couldn't see clearly. His eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of fog.
"More!"
Just when the picture was about to blur, there was madness in his eyes!
“More!!!”
The weirdo pulled out the crystal inserted into the center of his palm, and then without hesitation stabbed himself in the heart.
"Me! Ahem! I beg for your mercy at the cost of my life!"
As if the gods really heard his prayers, the picture in front of him began to become clear.
He saw the faces of those people clearly!
Old people, teenagers, men, women... They wear clothes from different eras and have various organizations on their bodies.
"Humans are humans after all, damn the Watch Club!"
Time and time again, they sabotaged their great plans and delayed the resurrection of the gods!
It is humans who have forced them into such a miserable situation.
"Damn humans, the enemy of all things!"
Now they actually dare to commit such a blasphemous act as killing the gods. What despicable means did they use to do such a thing?
"You will definitely pay the price for this. I will let you understand how heavy the price of blasphemy will be!"
The weirdo spurted blood from his mouth and wet the fragments of the crystal ball, but he didn't care and continued to laugh loudly.
But just when he was about to see the shadow's front, about to see its face clearly, he suddenly heard a chuckle.
A laugh full of mockery.
【hehe.】
There were no sarcastic words, just a chuckle with unknown meaning, but it made all the weirdo's movements stop.
Click, click, click...
The fragments of the crystal ball embedded in his body exploded the next moment.
"Pfft! No!!!"
At the same time, the revelation he obtained at a very high price and with a lot of blood dissipated and could no longer be seen clearly.
"What……"
It was as if the spiritual brilliance contained in it had been swallowed up completely, and the crystal ball no longer responded at all.
"What? What happened?"
When the weirdo's dull eyes saw the broken crystal ball, he was stunned, and then fell to his knees heavily in disbelief.
"No more? All gone...the divinity bestowed by our Lord!?"
The energy contained in the crystal ball disappeared, turning into a pile of useless and exquisite debris.
"It's all over."
Not only has his divinity disappeared, but the only hope in his heart has also disappeared!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Regardless of his injuries, he looked up to the sky and howled like a wounded beast, venting crazily.
The expanding and explosive magic power surged out, shattering everything in sight.
"My beloved Lord! Why can't you give your stupid followers some instructions?"
Black blood gushed out from the remaining large hole in his chest, soaking the ground.
He tore his hair in pain, wailed and shed tears, prayed and knelt down to the statue in front of him.
"My Lord! Please have mercy on your people. Your humble believers are here to pray to you. We really need you to show us the way forward."
As usual, the statue didn't react at all, and just kept its original movements and looked at him quietly.
"Have you really abandoned us?"
Despair enveloped the weirdo.
Because he knew very well that this time, his master would not give him a reply.
Never again, he has done something unforgivable and will be given up by the Lord.
And with the failure of his last prayer, his life is coming to an end.
"My Lord! I'm sorry for you, I can't wait for your return!"
After falling heavily, the weirdo lay in front of the statue. A large amount of blood flowed out of his body, and his body gradually became cold.
But he didn't notice when the weirdo collapsed.
When he was about to die, the statue in front of him had lost all function and had become a lifeless statue for thousands of years. Suddenly, there was a flash of light.
The statue seemed to be quietly watching the tragic situation in front of it.
It's just that the look in his eyes was too much...
indifferent.
…
…
"Looking at it like this, the prophecy of the forest shaman must have failed."
Listening to the painful wails coming from the other side and feeling the rapid decline in vitality after losing control of his magic power, Legend, who looked extremely young, sighed.
"His reaction must be that he didn't get the enlightenment he wanted? Tsk, I'd say he should have given up a long time ago. He has obviously been trying for so many years."
Beside him, the old-looking Legend glanced at him silently and said indifferently:
"This is faith. You should not mock a strong believer."
The young legend shook his head and said to himself nonchalantly:
"Maybe, but I really can't understand why he is willing to sacrifice his life so meaninglessly...Tsk, let's continue now?"
Shaking his head, the old legend sighed.
The legends of the new generation have not seen the majesty of gods, and their beliefs are not pure...
But he stopped explaining and just said coldly:
"No, we are waiting for the instructions from the Saint. We must not initiate the ceremony until we find out the truth of the matter."
Spreading his hands, the young legend shrugged and said with a smile:
"Fine."
He looked at the battlefield below his feet, his eyes full of pathological violence.
"Then let you struggle for a while longer."
And in the battlefield, there is a familiar figure of Ning Feng, who is resisting tenaciously...