The former city of wealth has been completely razed to the ground.
Not to mention the ruins, there are no traces of civilization at all here. It turns out that the buildings here have long since melted into the golden lake little by little, completely disappearing.
Not only was the city submerged - with the golden lake as the center, not a single blade of grass grew within a radius of ten miles.
The originally fertile land of Karal dried up and cracked due to the high temperature. The pale golden liquid was like blood oozing from the cracked skin, and there was a golden shimmer in the cracks of the land.
The earth here has died. It continues to burn like a fire.
Now that winter is approaching, unmelted snow can be seen everywhere in the countryside, but on the black soil it is steaming and smoky.
Walking on the ground with bare feet, you can even feel the ground being slightly hot; even if you are wearing cotton boots, you can feel bursts of warmth coming from your feet.
In this cold winter, when one tenth of the population can freeze to death, this place is undoubtedly a paradise. As long as you live near here, you don't have to worry about freezing to death.
——But for some reason, there were no sounds of small animals around, and it was so quiet and scary.
The setting sun is like blood.
Under the silk-like fine sunset light, the golden lake was dyed with a hint of bright red, rolling uneasily.
It was as if something invisible was stirring inside, and gurgling bubbles emerged from the edge of the rolling water.
This uneasiness lasted for half an hour. Finally, a figure in a dark linen robe appeared from the distance and walked towards here at a slow but determined pace.
Finally, when he set foot on this black land, the golden lake completely boiled.
It was like something exploded inside. A waterspout tens of meters high jumped out of the golden lake, and the dry earth shook. The golden liquid in the cracks suddenly shone with a dazzling light.
But the visitor was unmoved. He just continued walking towards the golden lake quietly.
Finally, as if being angered - the earth suddenly cracked open. The crystal clear vines like rubies swung over.
The man backed away slowly, as if trying to escape.
But at this time, his movements stagnated and he lowered his head.
I saw two human arms stretching out from the ground and grabbing his ankles tightly.
One bronze arm is thick and powerful, while the other is fairer, with a slender wrist and long fingers.
What they have in common is that they don't have the kind of veins that are common on human arms. It's as if golden liquid is rushing through the blood vessels, and their veins turn golden.
The man was accidentally grabbed by the ankle, and immediately the overwhelming blood-red vines came over him.
"Why bother."
But he just sighed softly without any panic.
Only a hoarse voice with triple echoes was heard coming from under the hood: "Anyone who is ungodly——"
He just prayed softly. The splendid rays of the sun immediately fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily, completely covering him.
The two hands under his feet were instantly burned to ashes. Any vines that touched the light curtain immediately burned and turned into nothingness in an instant.
But at this time, he spoke again in the radiance: "——There will be disaster."
Suddenly, the brilliance of the scorching sun suddenly burst out and turned into a golden flame storm that swept away.
As the flame storm advanced, large areas of blood-red vines were burned to ashes.
But as soon as the storm rose, six or seven runes suddenly flashed through the countless transparent vines. These vines suddenly became thicker in a circle. They danced more wildly and were no longer afraid of the flames.
But at this time, more than ten thousand vines were burned to ashes by the storm of fire and scattered in the air.
Seeing large tracts of bloody vines that were not afraid of the sun's flames emerging from the ground again, the man just chuckled disdainfully, and a hoarse voice with triple echoes came from under the hood.
"It's...how ridiculous."
He gently touched the black ring on the middle finger of his left hand, with an increasingly obvious mocking smile on his face.
On the middle finger of his left hand, a pattern of a bleeding eye was roughly cut with a knife and cut into two halves.
"The Ring of Heretics" - this ring is not something that just any cardinal can wear. It is a ring that can only be worn by heretics who are as holy as the Pope.
If you arrest a random person or let a bishop wear this ring, it will undoubtedly belittle the sacred authority of the Pope.
In fact, the position of the Thirteenth Cardinal of many gods is vacant. The greater the god, the more so.
But no one can question the position of Thiel as the 13th Cardinal in this term.
"I suddenly remembered...you are a tree, right."
A triple hoarse voice sounded from under his hood.
Then, the linen robe on his body began to bulge abnormally. A large area of dark, viscous liquid spread out quickly under his feet. At a glance, one might have thought that the golden liquid under his feet had gone out.
"Then...I don't have to worry about you escaping——"
His voice became shriller, as if he were laughing, or just like the wind howling.
Just hearing it makes you feel the pain of cold metal stirring in your mind.
Stab.
His robe finally stretched to its limit and then tore.
A tall "something" stood up from the black liquid as thick as petroleum.
Even the dancing bloody tentacles couldn't help but freeze in the air for a moment.
The contents inside are so weird and twisted—
Just seeing its appearance is enough to drive people insane.
It was a huge, expanding ball of flesh that was constantly multiplying.
Pitch black, blood red, and densely covered with veins.
Three pairs of different sizes, no eyelids, scarlet eyeballs covered with bloodshot eyes appeared on its surface, and dim yellow light flickered on and off in its eyeballs.
The twisted muscles were exposed to the air, trembling, and woven into thick tentacles. Countless tentacles twisted and combined for the second time into the specious shapes of machetes, giant hammers, and pliers.
The shape of those tools is completely different from the tools in human common sense. The functions it may have can only be judged by its appearance.
Used to "cut off", the straight tentacles covered with serrations are machetes; nails covered with flesh and blood. About eight balls the size of an adult's head are roughly hammers; and those several are intertwined together, and the tips are like mechanical claws.
It opens and closes, probably like pliers.
There are many more tools like this.
It seemed that it had the momentum of one person building a building on the ground - the huge fleshy ball was dragged by the tentacles to a height of nearly twenty meters, quietly overlooking the golden lake.
It was like a motionless plant, standing only on its tentacles in a black slime as thick as petroleum.
The Son of the God of Truth and Terror is also a former elect - there is no other identity that is more in line with the title of "heretic" than him.
Because the gods are holy, and the God of Truth and Terror belongs to the Righteous God, there is no doubt that this monster is also holy.
"——"
It roared in a language that humans could not understand, glided rapidly on the thick black mucus with its tentacles, and rushed towards the golden lake.
Although it has a huge size of nearly 20 meters, compared with the golden lake that can be seen as far as the eye can see, it is like a child about to commit suicide by drowning in the river.
But at this moment, no one would doubt that the child jumped in with the determination to crush the river.
What it wants to do is not to fish out the Suffering Tree from the lake, but to destroy the entire lake together - after realizing this, the huge oak tree rises from the boiling golden lake water.
About thirty meters high. It is also a towering giant tree.
Gold and blood lines were intertwined and spiraled up the tree. The hair and beard embedded in the roots of the tree had turned completely golden, and the skin was also shining with a golden light.
The light of flowing fire that Roland originally used to seal the Tree of Passion has completely become a part of the Tree of Passion.
Facing the damaged Tree of Passion, it could have used its sealing function.
But you must know that the origin of the Passion Tree is fusion - after the Passion Tree absorbed a knighthood as nourishment to restore itself, the light of the flowing fire was in turn absorbed by the Passion Tree and became a part of it.
The current Torment Tree is undoubtedly a real monster.
Only monsters can destroy monsters——
The monster's twisted tentacles slashed down wildly, seemingly without any plan, but it chopped and tore large pieces of vines.
Just as soon as it came into contact, the tree of suffering collapsed.
But at this moment, the old pope's old but plain voice sounded from the horizon: "Ser, how much longer do you want?"
The monster's attacking movement suddenly stopped. Its six eyes moved nervously for a while, and a human voice synthesized from a huge scream appeared vaguely in the air. It was difficult to distinguish what it said: "No more than...an hour."
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"Too long."
The old pope's voice rumbled in the air like thunder, but it was almost inaudible under the constant noise from Seer.
"Yes...sorry."
The monster called Seer didn't tell the difference either. He just responded respectfully.
At this time, the Crucifixion Tree suddenly launched a wave of attacks, but was easily stopped by the tentacles that seemed to be swinging around at will. Its casual counterattack caused the main trunk of the Crucifixion Tree to creak and crack.
"His Majesty Tyr has given me a new revelation, and I am going to ignite the fire of war now."
"Holy war? Is it... holy war?"
A strange squeaking sound came from the monster's side. In that wet and sticky sound, the excitement and joy could not be concealed at all.
"That's right... The Millennium Holy War will start again. The wizards of the White Tower have violated an absolute taboo, and the gods have decided to give up their tolerance. This will be the second joint crusade of the gods in the past thousand years... this time
We must wipe out all the wizards in one fell swoop, and we must not leave any remnants behind."
"Ser, give up the crusade against the Tormented Tree now and return immediately. If I can't take action, only you can kill Anvilia... I need you."
"As commanded."
The twisted monster agreed without any doubts.
His twisted and ugly body shrank rapidly, and the black viscous liquid on the ground that covered the diluted flowing fire light without any suspense also shrank inward as if going back in time.
In just a few seconds, a strong man with black curly hair stood in the middle of the flowing fire light. His eye sockets were sunken deeply, and there was nothing inside, like an abyss.
"Do you want to fight again?"
The Crucifixion Tree thought for a moment, then retracted all the vines, and the main body got back into the lake.
"Humph. It's just morning and evening."
Seer sneered, and his hoarse and echoing voice instantly smoothed the surrounding golden water waves.
He turned around and left without any souvenir.
"No matter morning or evening, the sun will rise. And you will die sooner or later." (To be continued.)
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