Because the last holy candle had been extinguished by the evil spirit, the basement of the Dance Cathedral was pitch black. One God and three people huddled tightly in the corner, looking at the dust falling from the top of their heads due to the constant violent vibrations, and restraining their inner emotions.
Fear, don't scream.
The dancing goddess Barbara, her high priest, and the two high priests were almost huddled together like a group of defenseless weak women.
Huge roars and crashes kept coming from above, and Barbara knew that this was the guardian god Gard and the mysterious intruder fighting each other.
It's a pity that Barbara has no hope in Gad.
In panic, she abandoned her divine kingdom, her angels, and all her divine servants. After losing almost all her divine power, she transformed into a saint and descended urgently into her mortal cathedral.
so what?
It's just a matter of hanging on.
This basement was not originally used for refuge, but was simply used to store some used dance skirts. At this time, due to the violent vibrations coming from above, the hangers had already tilted around and were out of shape.
"The Twin Goddess and the other orthodox gods have not come yet. Goddess, do you think we can really rely on them?" The high priest is also confused.
Barbara gritted her teeth, her face turned red, but she couldn't say a word to comfort the believers.
She was completely panicked, her good sister had died, and the only one she could count on was Gard.
Unfortunately, the next second, the entire basement ceiling was blown away, revealing a terrifying giant tentacle made of condensed smoke.
The bodies of Yi Shen and the three of them were shaking like the fallen gravel beside the basement.
Until this moment, Barbara didn't know who [Deathstroke] was.
"No! Don't destroy me. Spare me. I'm willing to do anything!" Barbara made a timid plea for mercy.
"Huhuhu! But I only need your death..." [Samikina of Deathstroke] let out a joyful winner's laugh.
Little did he know that the next second he couldn't laugh anymore.
"Who -" Before he could finish shouting, Barbara's entire field of vision was filled with the glow of the elements.
Barbara's mind went blank.
That terrible evil god was defeated like this?
Originally, the visitor could jump down directly, but right at the formal entrance of the basement, on the steps, step by step, a white delicate figure walked down very rhythmically.
He was an extremely handsome young man with black hair.
He had a playful smile on his face, wore a black samurai suit, and carried an exaggeratedly large sword. But Goddess Barbara didn't understand why her favorite golden flower was pinned to his left side.
On the clothes on the chest.
"Good morning, Goddess Barbara. I heard that you could do anything just now, right?" The man's smile seemed to have the power to understand time, space and destiny.
Barbara felt that she had no chance of winning against him. She weakly maintained her kneeling position and said with great humiliation: "Yes! I will do anything."
"Very good." Mark walked up to Barbara in this parallel world and pressed her shoulder: "You found a way to salvation in the other side of the main world. Now you are waiting for your return."
"Ah!" If anyone else had said this, this Barbara would never believe it.
But those golden fireworks are full of 'her own' power, and only she knows what she likes most.
This made Barbara feel much less resistant.
Anyway, she lost the Kingdom of God and her best friend, and felt that she couldn't lose anything more.
A redemption?
Maybe it really works?
She nodded shakily in agreement.
A mysterious gray light appeared on Mark's hand, covering her whole body.
Before Barbara could react, her saintly body had already transformed into a stream of light under the influence of fate, and sank into Mark's left heart.
Almost at the same time, all matter in this small parallel world that was divided into small areas turned into dust and disappeared into the void.
The mysterious long river of history has disappeared again with a small tributary...
Another parallel world.
The quasi-demon general Ubel of Poisonous Sore is leading his men, escorting a special prisoner, walking on the ruins of a desolate town.
There are traces of the plague everywhere, and among the ruins, human corpses covered with dried abscesses can be seen everywhere. It is obvious that the pain continued until the last moment of their lives. Many corpses maintained postures such as asking for help, struggling, and even
You can see that the walls next to some corpses are covered with scratches from scratches.
"Too evil." The dusty and extremely embarrassed dancing goddess muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Lowly woman, what are you talking about?" Ubel sneered.
"I, I am..." Barbara argued.
"What? Former goddess, your only value now is to see if you can bring fun to the demon god."
Barbara looked at the evil crown of the Apocalypse Knight in front of her and shuddered. She felt more and more that it was a stupid idea to seek refuge in the account of the Apocalypse Demon God.
Just then, an overly handsome young man suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.
Handsome, neat and mysterious.
Such an existence, even though he did not show any special power attributes, just standing there was already incompatible with the surrounding scene full of decay, dilapidation and death.
"Where did this rubbish come from?" Ubel casually bent his bow and drew an arrow.
The poisonous arrow leaves the string!
With his current strength, let alone an ordinary fish, even the judge under the Twin Goddess cannot dodge an arrow from his bow.
For a being below Sequence 4, his arrows are completely teleported. It only takes less than a tenth of a second to go from extremely far away to close to the face.
Regardless of the fact that the arrow carries a strong soul-tracing power, it would be difficult for any living person to escape this arrow.
A scene that made Ubel feel as if he had seen a ghost happened.
The handsome man in front of him used a gentle movement like twisting a flower petal, unhurriedly and impartially, and gently tapped the place 30 degrees to the left front of his body.
"Biu!"
Strange sound!
A not-so-dazzling spiritual light shot out from the man's fingertips, hitting just the flaw on the poisonous arrow.
That's where the plague droplets and wooden arrows combine!
Logically speaking, this tiny crack with a width of less than 2mm should not become a flaw.
The opponent hit it.
A wonderful cut!
The next moment, the arrow and the venom attached to it were perfectly separated.
Even Ubel, who had experienced many battles, was momentarily distracted.
In just the blink of an eye, the opponent came over to kill him.
It was obviously a straight and fierce thrust, but it gave Ubel a strange illusion - as if the other party was extremely familiar with him and had accurately calculated all his next moves.