In the desolate Kingdom of God, Charles Black looked at Allen's expressionless face quietly, not knowing how to respond.
The wind in the wilderness was blowing.
Although Charles is only a soul now, he still feels the coldness contained in the wind.
After an unknown length of silence, Allen slowly drifted away from the pile of ancient ruins and arrived at the edge of the pit, and Charles followed closely at his signal.
Then Allen slowly raised his right hand.
A faint black mist was seen steaming up in the giant pit, covering the remains of the former floating island.
It was as if dark clouds were closing in on the city, making people feel extremely depressed.
Immediately afterwards, the rubble scattered in the huge pit also floated up, driven by the black mist, and slowly spliced together again with the sound of "rumbling".
Like comets and meteorites in space colliding together and then merging into one.
Charles Blake stared intently at the astonishing scene in front of him, not daring to lose sight for a moment for fear of missing any detail.
He could roughly guess that this was the God of Darkness trying to rebuild his kingdom.
Charles is a man who pursues truth and thirsts for knowledge.
Both the way power operates in the Kingdom of God and the history itself are very attractive to him.
Although he is now a soul body and cannot condense magic power or learn magic, as long as he stands quietly next to the giant pit and silently watches this shocking scene, his understanding of power will go further.
But a few minutes later, when the inverted triangle-shaped floating island was just beginning to take shape, Allen suddenly stopped what he was doing.
This surprised Charles.
Immediately, the black smoke that covered the sky evaporated without a trace at this moment, and the boulders suspended in the air slowly fell to the ground, forming an inverted triangle-shaped hill.
It's not even a semi-finished product.
"...It still doesn't work." Allen narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered to himself.
Charles's guess was correct. He was indeed trying to use his own power to rebuild the Kingdom of God.
Although the power of faith in Payne's plane restored Allen's divine power a lot, it was obviously not enough to restore this dilapidated kingdom of God to its original state.
Moreover, as time went by, Allen gradually realized that the godhead in his conscious world was not complete, and seemed to be only a incomplete part.
Perhaps because of this, his divine power is incomplete, making him almost powerless to resist in the dream world of the goddess of light.
However, Allen's current ability is not enough to explore the truth clearly.
He must find another way.
However, just as he was concentrating on thinking, Allen suddenly noticed that there was a broken black marble stone under his feet.
Although the stone has been broken into three pieces, and the edges have been eroded over time and are extremely rough, the writing on the stone is extremely clear, as if it was carved just yesterday.
The first piece of gravel is inscribed: "Oh, my eternal Lord of Darkness";
The second piece of gravel is engraved with: "Father of all living beings";
The third piece of gravel is engraved with: "King of the Dead".
Allen had seen these contents carved on the stone in his "Evil God's Notebook".
At first glance, it looks like a stone tablet used by believers to record prayers.
But Allen felt a little confused
Why is this stone slab divided into three exactly?
Or even broken into three pieces?
And each stone slab happens to have a title?
The cracks on the stone slab did not affect these writings at all?
Allen never believed this was a coincidence.
In fact, when Allen came out of the dream world of the goddess of light, he already knew that as a legendary mage, relying on the rules he understood, gathering the power of faith, igniting the divine fire, and condensing the divine personality, he could be promoted to a god.
During this process, the legendary mage's demiplane will also undergo a complete transformation and become an independent divine kingdom.
Gods are free to make all rules in their kingdom.
With just a thought, you can create vast tracts of mountains and rivers, beautiful buildings and beautiful buildings out of thin air, and you can also turn these prosperous and grand scenes into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
But now, the lifeless and tragic situation of the Kingdom of the God of Darkness also means the fragmentation of the divine personality and the depletion of divine power.
Just like the dream world of the goddess of light, it can reflect everyone's deepest thoughts.
Things in the Kingdom of the God of Darkness are also created according to the thoughts and authority of the God of Darkness, and there must be hidden mysteries and metaphors.
The stone happened to be neatly broken into three pieces.
Does this mean that the god of darkness has been divided into three?
Allen had suspicions, but had no way of confirming them.
With curiosity, he bent down and reached out to touch one of the three gravels.
The moment his hand touched the stone with "Lord of Darkness" written on it, the stone suddenly floated up as if weightless, and then seemed to lose its entity, gradually integrating into Allen's palm.
, and then completely disappeared.
At the same time, Allen felt a mysterious force penetrate into his conscious world along his arm, and then merged with the mysterious black crystal.
Immediately, he felt that he felt a little more close to this desolate divine kingdom, and this dilapidated divine kingdom truly recognized him as its master.
It's like he got a key and opened the door to his own house.
It's more like he obtained the administrator's password and used it to gain control over the system of the Kingdom of God.
Although it is only one-third of the authority.
As for where the remaining fragments of the godhead are, Allen still knows nothing, and he can't find any clues in this ruined kingdom of God.
He even didn't know why the god of darkness was broken into three pieces.
Was it broken by the goddess of light?
However, with one-third of the current authority, Allen is enough to restore the floating island to its original state.
But he doesn't plan to do that just yet.
After all, the goddess of light's divinity and humanity have merged into one, and she is watching him from the outside. Her angels have even descended on Pain's plane, trying to take away his authority.
Under such a threat, Allen was in no mood to play the game of building and managing the Kingdom of God here.
Solving external problems first is the serious business.
Seeing that there were no other clues in the Kingdom of God for the time being, Allen decided to leave here.
He turned around and disappeared.
Under the dark dome, Charles Blake stood there, watching Allen disappear, and sighed silently unconsciously.
Now, he was the only one left in this empty Kingdom of God.
We don’t know when the great God of Darkness will come back.
Perhaps, when the gods come back, the look of this kingdom of God will be completely new!
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Meteor Plain, next to the stream.
Things in the kingdom of God seem to happen in an instant.
As for Allen in Payne's plane, it was like he sat by the stream, closed his eyes and took a nap, then opened his eyes again and woke up.
Looking at the shimmering golden foam in the stream, he couldn't help but think of the lively and pretty red-haired girl in the dream world, with a grateful smile on his face.
Then he stood up, turned and left.
Not far away is the military camp where the Iron-blooded Duke's troops are stationed. The breeze is blowing and the flags are flying.
Accompanied by the morning horn, the soldiers climbed up from their bunks early and lined up in neat queues, eagerly awaiting the commander's orders.
But they didn't know that the angels of the goddess of light had arrived in this plane.
Even Allen is not sure whether he is a match for this angel now.
But since the goddess of light is killing him without leaving any room, then for himself and for the believers who have been worshiping him, he must go to fight and go all out.
A young man dressed in black strode forward in the early morning sunshine, with thick fog rolling behind him, pouring a pool of pitch-black ink on the bright world.