The flame turned into countless particles, and the particles regrouped, turning into a majestic figure dozens of meters tall.
He has a majestic figure and a calm aura. He only wears a simple linen garment diagonally across his body, but he exudes an eternal aura like ancient mountains.
Boom!
The figure paused lightly with his left hand, and the long-handled thing in his hand hit the ground hard.
Although it was just a shadow, it felt like the mountains were falling apart and the earth was cracking. All the humans fell to their knees and fell to the ground under the divine power that was like a sea and a mountain.
All the fanatical believers shed tears of happiness on the ground.
God!
This is the god you believe in!
If he hadn't been pinned to the ground by Ru Ruo's substantial pressure, he would have burst into cheers at this moment.
Lu Ya put his palms behind his back, put the golden flame into his sleeve, and then looked up at the golden shadow in front of him.
"Whoever is coming, please tell me your name!"
The figure snorted coldly, "You come to my clan's temple to act wild, but you don't even know my name!"
The long-handled thing in his hand paused again, and the golden figure leaned forward slightly, scanning the whole place proudly.
It seemed as if he was answering Lu Ya, and also seemed to be announcing himself to the believers present.
"I - the son of Zeus, the God King of the Olympus Protoss, the seventh hunting god under the command of the God of Fire Hephaestus, responsible for the battles in this world."
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The believers in the underground were immediately speechless. They thought it was Zeus coming in person, but they didn't expect it was just a patrolling under the command of Zeus's son. He didn't even have a name.
However, if a sidekick can have such powerful pressure, how powerful must the real god be?
Shivering.
Lu Ya didn't realize how powerful the other party was. The master's order was to obtain the fire, but he didn't ask her to kill anyone, otherwise she could destroy the entire Western world with a wave of her hand.
"May I ask the god Gui Geng? Which day is your day of sacrifice?"
The God of Patrol wanted to give Lu Ya a thumbs up for asking such a thoughtful question.
So he answered his age and birthday very cooperatively.
He secretly thought: In this way, he can leave his faith in this world, become a god worshiped by countless mortals, and gain a lot of power of faith.
Although this human being is very knowledgeable, she is destined to become a victim of power.
Mortal, suffer death!
The weapon in Guangying's hand suddenly slammed down, and the bright fire instantly covered the top of the temple, shining for hundreds of miles.
Facing this flashy blow, Lu Ya just raised his hand gently, waving it as if to shoo away flies, and the figure dozens of meters tall instantly collapsed.
When the flames all over the sky disappeared, people discovered that the holy fire was extinguished and even the holy brazier had disappeared.
Did God Red kill that human, or...
No, there can be no other situation. It must be the gods who sent down divine punishment and annihilated that human being.
At the same time, Lu Ya placed a basin that looked like bronze, but was actually bronze, in front of Xi Tong.
This is the Holy Fire Basin, with a blazing golden flame burning in the basin.
The condensation and precipitation of digital beliefs can resonate with the sacred fires of other worlds and are the key to parallel worlds.
Xi Tong grabbed a ball of flame with his hand and used his ability to understand it carefully.
"This flame is different from your true sun fire..."
The true fire of the sun is the innate fire, the natural fire, and the source of growth of all things.
The Holy Fire of Olympus is the acquired fire, the burning of spirit, the condensed faith, and the essence of civilization.
From this wisp of flame, Xi Tong felt countless human beings sweating profusely on the track, fighting fiercely on the field, fighting to the death...
I feel that they practice a posture thousands of times, tens of thousands of times.
I feel that they are constantly trying, trying, and trying again for the improvement and breakthrough of 0.01 seconds.
This is the will contained in Olympian life.
Surpass yourself and achieve the ultimate breakthrough.
Therefore, the abilities of the Olympus Protoss are all based on themselves, and they can be endlessly honed, improved, and enhanced for a certain ability.
He was originally just a Hercules, and then gradually became a person with powers of strength, and then gradually became a Hercules.
This is the qualitative change resulting from the accumulation of quantitative changes.
This quantitative change is not only his own cultivation, but also the honing, tempering, persistence, and transcendence of countless believers.
Combining faith and practice into one, the God of Olympus spans countless worlds, which indeed has its own uniqueness.
Under Xi Tong's guidance, Lu Ya realized the power attributes of the Olympus Holy Fire, and then tried to incorporate this attribute into his own power.
"Master, when I went down to the realm just now, I easily figured out the birth date of the god. Now I'm going to set up a nail-headed book with seven arrows to cut off his life and interrupt his practice."
Although his body was always exuding a dazzling golden light, the words spoken by Lu Ya contained the coldness of eternal ice.
Xi Tong felt at ease with Lu Ya, so he didn't pay attention to the whole process. Hearing her tell the story of asking about her birth date, he was speechless.
Ignorant gods.
But then I thought about it, Lu Ya's illustrious reputation was gained during the Battle of the Gods. The Battle of the Gods in the World of Gods ended without any problem. Lu Ya never became famous at all, and the Seven Arrows Book has never been born.
Nodding, Xi Tong said: "A god like an ant is perfect for practicing. But remember, the skills and fame are hidden deep inside."
"The unknown trump card is the real trump card. Once the trump card is leaked, it will be easily remembered and targeted."
Lu Ya nodded and immediately retreated.
But it is said that in the Ming Dynasty, the nameless patrol god Bu Bu was so angry that he went into a rage in the temple in the sky.
I originally wanted to establish a tall and majestic image in front of the believers, but I didn't expect to be subjected to such a shame and humiliation, being pushed to the ground and rubbed by a mortal.
No, that's not a mortal. A mortal can't have such a powerful power.
Could he be the ancient god of this world?
No matter what, as long as the gods come, no matter how many wild gods there are, they are still sacrifices on the altar.
"Let the humans below move faster."
"One month! In one month, the temple will descend to Mount Olympus. I don't care what means they use, I just want the results."
At this time, he suddenly felt palpitations.
The palpitations come and go quickly, and you can't even feel them anymore.
He just thought he was too angry, so he shook his head and didn't take it seriously.
The gods in the temple continued to patrol, promoting the power and invincibility of the Olympus gods.
At the same time, it also selects the right location to drop materials for the United States to cultivate the blessed ones.
The gods responsible for conquering this world were floating in the sky day and night, monitoring the progress of the projects on the ground, and uncovered nearly a million slaves, stewards, and officials in one day.
He finally understood the reason why he had been floating in the sky for a year and could not come down. In a rage, he executed all those millions of people without leaving any one behind.
The next day, they continued to supervise the work and executed hundreds of thousands more people.
On the third day, less than ten thousand people were executed.
On the fourth day, there were no deaths, but the efficiency and speed of the workers' work instantly increased a hundred times. The project that was originally expected to take ten years was completed in just twenty days.
With Mount Olympus as the center, countless surrounding mountains shone with dazzling light, and then one after another light bombarded the sky and hit an invisible barrier.
Buzz buzz...
The high-frequency oscillating light quickly rubs against the invisible barrier, and the barrier becomes thinner, thinner, and thinner again at a speed visible to the naked eye...
The mountains supporting these crack-generating devices seemed to have withstood the weight of hundreds of millions of tons, and the entire mountain cracked and disintegrated.
The temple in the sky had reached its predetermined position. The moment the crack appeared, it quickly descended and headed straight for Mount Olympus.
After entering the world of the Ming Dynasty, the gods in the temple took action one after another, using their own divine power to manipulate rocks, stabilize the mountain, and maintain the stability of the crack-generating device.
The nameless dragon god responsible for the conquest of this world looked down with ambition, imagining the scene in which he would soon control a world and dominate billions of living beings.
But at this time, I felt a sharp pain in my heart.