Several ascetic monks in simple clothes sat cross-legged under a cliff outside the temple, looking at the nearby cliff without saying a word. Moss had grown on their bodies, and birds had made nests on their heads.
, no one knows how long they have been sitting here.
Under the skin of each ascetic, there is a golden juice as thick as magma that is faintly turning. They are like a ball of hot gold solution wrapped in a layer of human skin. Just tear a small hole on their skin.
A gap can burst out with huge power.
Walking up the steep steps behind these ascetic monks, we reached the entrance of the Nameless Temple in just a few steps.
An old knight wearing black armor was leaning lazily at the gate of the temple, drinking pungent wine in one sip. The wine poured from the flask showed a strange dark red color.
It is blood wine mixed with the blood of unknown creatures. Occasionally, a drop or two of wine splashes on the ground, which will immediately corrode the granite floor into small pits the size of a fist.
But the old knight just drank the highly poisonous liquor without any signs of discomfort.
Walking into the dark little hall, there are doorways that are densely packed like honeycombs on both sides of the corridor. Some doors are open, revealing the small space inside, and some doors are tightly closed. There is a faint whistling sound coming from behind the door.
In the deepest part of the hall is a small hemispherical hall. The walls of the small hall, which is about 20 meters in diameter, are carved with countless statues of gods. They are scenes of battles between gods and other gods believed in by the Western Continental Church. There are a large number of them.
The tragic scene of the death of a god.
Among these statues, even the God of Dawn, enshrined in the Dawn Temple, the most powerful church in the world, had several huge gaps in his body, and his face showed an expression of extreme pain and panic.
A dragon head made of pitch-black metal stood alone in the middle of the hall. A tall man wearing a black robe with a frighteningly pale complexion, as pale as an undead, held the dragon head in both hands and was constantly moving the dark golden dragon head.
Power is input into the faucet.
Circles of faintly visible magic patterns continued to spread from the dragon head, and the huge power was input into a huge divine power crystal underground along the dragon head. After the transformation of the divine power crystal and several huge divine arrays nearby, it was laid along a specially laid
The power circuit is quickly transported to the distance.
In the inconspicuous nooks and crannies of the Holy Mountain, many such nameless temples stand quietly under the cover of the rocks. In addition to these small temples, there are also many caves, and similar power fluctuations are constantly emitting from the caves——
A wave of power belonging to demigods.
No one can tell how many demigods are hidden in the holy mountain of the church. For countless years, in the religious wars in the Western Continent, the heavenly thrones died like pigs and dogs, and the holy realm fell like raindrops, but demigods...demigods have never been
There is no record of taking action.
Almost all demigods, according to a certain secret covenant, once they set foot in the realm of demigods, are absorbed into the church through the baptism of divine grace, and after being given various prestigious titles, they live quietly in seclusion.
In the Holy Mountain, basically no one is born again.
The man in black in the Nameless Hall poured the huge energy accumulated in his body into the faucet at once. Then he took a deep breath. Even though the demigod could recuperate very quickly, it would be better if he exhausted all his power at once.
It will take a few days to return to the original state of full strength.
The man in black grabbed a kettle from the ground with a gloomy face, took a big gulp and mixed it with the original liquid of the Tree of Life. The divine water that had been refined by divine power gradually regained a trace of blood on his pale face, and a breath of color made people feel.
The shuddering superior pressure gradually spread from his body.
Throwing the empty kettle aside, the man in black suddenly roared loudly: "Find me a woman! The higher the status, the better. It's best to be a woman like a cardinal, a red-robed archbishop with a divine crown. Younger and more beautiful.
, I want to discuss the mysteries of the gods with her! Go quickly!"
The sound of panicked footsteps came from outside the hall and quickly disappeared.
The man in black snorted coldly. He walked back and forth twice like a liger imprisoned in a cage. Suddenly he walked to a weapons rack in the corner of the hall, pulled out a long black sword, and waved it fiercely in the air.
The long black sword exudes blood-colored light, and the blade of this sword has a dazzling blood-red color. This is the blood evil energy accumulated on the blade after countless massacres.
"Damn church!" He gently licked the edge of the sword with his tongue, and the man in black roared in a low voice: "What's the point of working so hard to become a demigod? You can't join the Punishment Knights, you can't join the Judgment House, you can't even join the Judgment Institute.
One step away from the Holy Mountain, why should I become a demigod?"
"Fine wine, beauties, and bloody killings, this is the life I, Speight, should have. But now? I am a huge magic crystal that replenishes this sealing magic circle with demigod power every other month.
!Is this my life?”
After roaring several times angrily, the man in black sat on the ground angrily. He crossed his fingers and counted the days when his favorite grandson, Strom, would come to visit him. Every year, Strom would come.
Whenever the Holy Mountain visits him, he will send several beauties with skin as white as milk and as delicate as cream.
Swallowing heavily, the man in black, Jie Jie, laughed strangely: "Strong, my son, you are more useful than your father! Your father is really a waste. In order to hunt down an escaped
The succubus slave actually chased me into the abyss world, and then died there! I, Speight, lost all my glory by him!"
"Well, you'd better be more useful. If I hadn't been able to leave the Holy Mountain, the throne of the Caesar Empire should have been given to you!" Lying lazily on the floor, Speight murmured in a low voice: "Now
The emperor is not in line with my wishes. After all, he is not my child. Although he is of royal blood, he is not my child. This throne should be inherited by my direct descendants!"
Just when Speight was lamenting that he shouldn't have broken through to the demigod realm so early, and should have spent more time enjoying the glory, wealth and family support in the world, the sound of rapid footsteps came over. A man wearing black armor,
The Holy Master, who exuded a strong smell of blood, strode into the hall. He knelt down heavily in front of Speight and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, His Highness Stromgen has been killed!"
Speight was stunned. He slowly got up from the ground, stared at the black-armored knight kneeling in front of him and said ferociously: "What did you say?"
The black-armored knight lowered his head. He was well aware of the terrifying nature of the man in front of him. The cruel and tyrannical Speight still had the legend of the 'heart-eating bloody prince' circulating in the northern frontier of the Caesar Empire. Under Speight's rule
During that time when the northern provinces of Caesar's Empire were divided, the northern frontier of Caesar's Empire was like a hell on earth.
Taking a deep breath, the black-armored knight mustered up his courage: "His Royal Highness Strom was killed. He represented our country at the palace banquet of Holy Light I of the Gallic Empire to celebrate the birthday of Holy Light I.
Assassinated in a great theater in the Gallic Empire!"
With a 'buzz' sound, a strong black-red light spread out from Speight's body. Surrounding his body, several looming sword shadows gradually condensed. Gradually, these sword shadows exuded a suffocating light.
With fierce murderous intent, he stared at the black-armored knight kneeling on the ground, and suddenly showed a bright smile: "So, who is the murderer?"
Drops of cold sweat continued to flow down the forehead of the black-armored knight, and he said in a low voice: "There is no result yet. But the assassin who assassinated His Highness Strom used an imperial-standard military crossbow."
"Paramounting the blame!" Speight said calmly: "The person who framed the frame and carried out the assassination could never be from the Caesar Empire. Well, it was probably the Gallic Empire. I know it should be them. The Gallic Empire was founded
At the beginning, a total war broke out with us for nearly a hundred years. There is a traditional feud between our two countries, a feud that cannot be broken down!"
With a sneer, Speight said coldly: "It has been almost forty years since the Hundred Years' War between the Mainland and Islands. The economy and people's livelihood of the Western Continent have recovered and are better than before. The nobles' demands for territory are endless.
Nobles pursue territory, and big businessmen pursue wealth, so war is inevitable!"
Pulling up his sword, Speight said solemnly: "War, they want to provoke a war! Then, I will give them war!"
Pointing to the weapon rack, a set of black armor flew up silently and was put on Speight one by one. With a crazy smile, Speight shouted in a deep voice: "Knight of Blood Heart"
Tuan, can you still kill people? Can you still kill people? Do you still dare to kill people?"
Including the old man sitting at the door of the palace drinking, a total of three hundred warriors in black armor swarmed in and quickly gathered in front of Speight.
Speight raised his right index finger and touched it gently in front of his lips: "Shh, keep your voice down, let's leave the Holy Mountain secretly and don't disturb anyone. Let's go teach the Gallic Empire a little lesson, don't let
Damn the church for disturbing our enjoyment!”
With a ferocious smile, Speight quietly walked out of the Nameless Temple with the three hundred old knights of the Bloodheart Knights.
A fat man wearing red divine robes hurried over with a beautiful girl who was also wearing the robes of a high-level clergyman. Seeing the fully armed Speight, he couldn't help but exclaimed.
The next moment, Speight's long sword swept across, and the heads of the obese man and the beautiful girl flew into the sky, and blood spilled all over the ground.
Quietly, using Speight's powerful strength as a cover, the last three hundred knights of the former Blood Heart Knights who set foot in the Holy Land followed in Speight's footsteps and left the Holy Mountain without disturbing anyone.
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