The six-winged god sits high on a throne made of golden skulls.
He was three meters tall, with three pairs of white wings spread out behind him, filling the sky, making him look extremely oppressive.
Li Yan was shocked when he heard his words.
The golden skulls under him are actually the skulls of ascetics who resisted success!?
In other words, these skulls are all ascetics who care about the Holy Kingdom and fight for the entire Holy Kingdom!?
Before the ascetics, were there so many ascetics who failed to challenge God?
And their final outcome is to form this throne!?
Under the pure white holy light, the throne composed of golden skulls does not look at all gloomy, and even has a sense of holiness.
When the ascetics heard about the origin of these golden skulls, they stood on the spot.
Then the real anger struck.
That is anger against God.
Feeling the boundless anger of the ascetic, the majestic voice of the Seraphim God sounded again, saying as if stating the facts:
"In the final analysis, mortals are just livestock raised by me."
"Your turbulent souls are my nourishment."
The words of the six-winged god made Li Yan wake up again.
His words have directly stated that human souls can become his nourishment.
When he thought about this, Li Yan suddenly thought of those ascetics who had fallen on the path of God and whose souls were still sealed in their helmets.
Is it possible that the unique helmets of ascetics can seal their souls because of this!?
While Li Yan was surprised in his heart, the furious ascetic's fists were clenched until blood gurgled down his face.
He was also an ascetic in the past.
Because they have not been taught to worship God since they were young, it is God who gives them life, so they worship God extremely.
He once believed that God could save these suffering people.
But just the idea.
It was God who gave them suffering.
It was the god they believed in who trampled on their pious beliefs so easily.
"Unforgivable...!!"
"You... are not worthy of the title of God at all!!"
The ascetic's voice was hoarse. This was the first time Li Yan had seen his mood fluctuate so violently since meeting him.
Even when he broke the pilgrim statue, the ascetics were not so angry.
At the same time, the Six-winged God slowly raised his right hand and continued with his voice that shook the heavens:
"The world has never lacked rebels, but their endings are too sad."
"Every one of them is a soul that has gone through pain, and will eventually become my sacrifice."
"Now, you have seen the true form of God."
"Will you choose to kneel down and worship, or will you choose to become a rebel and add a trace of the regret of a defeated person to your soul?"
The six-winged god sat on the throne from beginning to end, looking down at the ascetics and asking questions.
When he said these words, the ascetic was already furious, leaped out, and punched with boundless anger on the white light pillar descending from the sky.
"Click——!"
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the ascetic's right fist was broken, but the white beam of light was not affected by any fluctuation.
However, the ascetic continued to punch in anger as if he had not seen this scene.
Blood splashed, and the white light pillar was stained red by the blood of the ascetics. Despite this, the white light pillar still did not fluctuate at all.
The power of the six-winged gods has far surpassed that of the ascetics.
The Six-Winged God maintained a superior posture from beginning to end. He slowly raised his right hand in the direction of the ascetic and was about to speak. Suddenly, a golden light suddenly illuminated the heaven and earth.
“Clang——!”
There was a sound like breaking glass, and a golden arrow of light suddenly penetrated and shattered the protective light curtain of the six-winged god.
"laugh--!"
The sound of flesh being penetrated sounded, and the Seraphim raised his left hand to block the menacing arrow with his palm.
The arrow sank into his palm, causing the Six-Winged God to move slightly for the first time.
At the same time, the furious ascetic had already blasted out with his broken right fist. The six-winged god seemed not to want his white wings to be stained by the ascetic's blood, so he leaped directly into the sky.
After reaching the sky, he looked towards the direction where the golden arrow was flying.
Behind Li Yan, the Temple of Heroes was slowly rising. At the same time, in front of Li Yan, three Valkyries had appeared and stood in front of Li Yan.
"Is this really the case!?"
The six-winged god sensed it.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he also felt that the expressions of the three Valkyries had the aura of gods.
God is unique.
He does not allow other gods to exist.
Not even such a weak god can do it.
Just as the Six-Winged God was thinking this, in the sky below, ascetics stood in front of a throne made of golden skulls, and he increasingly felt the fluctuations in the souls of those ascetics of the past generations.
As if resonating with pain, the throne made of golden skulls began to tremble slowly.
Then, under the astonished gaze of the six-winged god, the ascetic's right fist, which was slowly recovering, suddenly raised.
Then the Seraphim seemed to realize something.
However, it was too late for him to stop him. A jet-black beam of light had already penetrated the clouds and struck again, blocking his steps.
After just a moment's hesitation, a loud noise was heard followed by an angry shout.
Following this angry roar, the golden throne of the Six-Winged God instantly fell apart.
At the same time, the blood-colored magic patterns around the ascetic's body instantly surged, covering his entire body.
The ascetics not only liberated their souls, but also absorbed their pain.
"puff--!"
After absorbing all the pain from the golden skull, the ascetic finally couldn't bear it any longer and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His whole body was instantly torn and he fell straight from the sky.
With a loud bang, the ascetic's body crashed onto the ground without any protection.
Feeling the sufferings suffered by the ascetics of previous generations, the ascetics understood that their suffering has not yet ended.
His eyes were blurred by blood, his vision turned blood red, and the ascetic's dying eyes looked toward the sky.
The Six-Winged God has already started fighting with the three Valkyries.
The god seemed to be really angry. He actually killed a female warrior saint instantly with just a feather of light.
If it hadn't been for that strange black ball that stopped him, his anger would have completely burned across the earth.
Under the endless pain, the ascetic's thoughts became blurred.
On his body, countless scarlet blood ignited like flames, even forcing all the boundless golden energy in his body to retreat.
Li Yan looked surprised at this moment.
The power of this pain actually forced those devout beliefs to retreat!
You must know that this six-winged god essentially relies on faith to strengthen himself.
However, at this moment, all the power of faith has been forced out of the ascetic, leaving only boundless suffering.
The energy generated by these sufferings completely excludes even the extremely pure power of faith from the ascetic's body.
Countless golden powers of faith were scattered in the sky, as if a golden barrier had been unfolded. The power of faith forced out of the ascetics' bodies was even more dazzling than the divine light of the six-winged gods.
In the center of the golden barrier, the ascetic's bloody remains stood up in the distance as if they were about to burn out.
At this moment he finally understood the meaning of pain.
The purpose of penance is not to see God.
The meaning of suffering lies in redemption.
Pain is pure.
Pain is your own existence.
For me, pain is strength, pain is miracle, and pain is everything to me.
"Boom——!"
Suddenly, the earth collapsed, the plates crumbled and rolled, and the ascetic turned into a bloody comet and rushed upward, as if the entire earth collapsed.
“Bang——!!!”
The six-winged god didn't even have time to dodge, and was punched in the face by the ascetic in the boundless violent impact, blasting high into the sky and flying straight to the direction of the moon.
Thousands of miles of clouds disintegrated, and high in the sky, the silver moon that had just risen made a muffled sound that spread across the earth, and then broke apart.
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