The Black Prison Emperor Birchco has arrived in a new country.
This is a small country of orcs, and the strongest men they suppressed are nothing more than legends. However, their strong men also went to the front lines to participate in the battle, and even guarded the watchtowers. They had just died in his hands.
"What a poor creature!" He smiled.
Wow!
He waved his hand, and strange birds gathered into a black wave in the sky of the town.
"Kill! Leave no one behind!"
His stern face was calm.
"The mortals of an era are just passing clouds. They come to this world, laugh and die of old age, like overgrown weeds. Their thirty-plus years of life have no meaning. If they are killed casually, they will repopulate again."
Wow
On the broken land, bones piled up like mountains.
The Black Prison Emperor Bo Qike strode forward and looked at the wailing of the mortal people.
Many believers knelt down on the streets with their families in tow, and the church was crowded with people praying. They looked at the statue of the God of Wisdom high up, closed their eyes, cried in suffering, and prayed devoutly to "Wisdom."
book":
"In heaven Achilles, the god of wisdom,"
"We will call your name Father,"
"Give us the wisdom to escape from beasts and give living creatures the power to think,"
"May your knowledge exist in the words in the book as well as in our hearts,"
"May your wisdom be the authority of strength, symbolizing supreme power,"
The vague call to hymns gradually resounded throughout the town, and countless souls prayed in despair.
The church's prayer hall could no longer accommodate the fountain in the center of the town. Old people, children, women, and men knelt on the ground piously, shouting, and closed their eyes tremblingly.
"It's really sad." He descended into the air and suddenly spoke.
boom!
Suddenly, the people present trembled more and more, as if they heard the voice of the devil. They closed their eyes tightly, not daring to open their eyes to see everything outside. They knelt down on the ground and prayed louder and louder, as if they wanted to do it in this way.
End your own life.
He shook his head, raised his arms high, brewing endless black light, "This is a humble mortal. In times of crisis, all he knows is to pray, to seek spiritual sustenance, and to yearn for someone to save him."
"They also want to save themselves."
A voice sounded from my ears at some point, "It's just a pity that I can't. No one wants to rely on others. In this world, most of them are mortals who cannot practice and become professionals. Many things are already doomed when they are born. They want to choose, but they can't."
There is no choice. This world does not have a system like Shushan, so they can only pray to me to give their hearts a sustenance."
Praying to you?
The face of Black Prison Emperor Boqike gradually became dull and he turned his head in vain.
He saw a god of light dressed in white, holding a book in his hand, with a gentle smile on his face, standing lifelessly and quietly three meters away, and there was no way to sense his presence.
Like a silent ghost.
The Dark Prison Emperor Birch is creepy and frightened.
If he were to attack him secretly, he would probably die in an instant.
This scene reminded him instantly of a person, Liu Wenjian, the leader of Shushan, that terrifying mortal emperor who also had no breath, and all her combat power was in her weapons.
"Like that assassin!"
He felt cold in his heart and couldn't help but look at the book in this man's hand.
Is it the same with this book?
"You are Hermes, the God of Wisdom!?"
He was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "No, you have the aura of belief in creatures like the ancient world. You are not a living person. Is that so? Is this the Church of Light, the last resistance of this land? Colluding with the ancient world of the ancient world
Existence is indeed a crime worthy of death."
Although he said this and acted fiercely, he still had the intention to retreat. He felt the opponent's terrifying aura, which gathered too much incense, making his combat power extremely terrifying.
He knew clearly that almost all the people and mortals in the entire Potion Land worshiped him.
The incense in the ancient world is scattered, but the land of magic medicine is now gathered together. He is much stronger than the previous God of War of Tiantu. He is definitely the ancestor of vampires and a top monster at the level of the Blood Emperor!
"Ah! It's the God of Wisdom!"
"The great gods have finally come to save us!"
The mortals on the ground opened their eyes, roared crazily, reverenced, and knelt down. When the living ancient myth appeared in front of them, and the supreme god they believed in and was willing to sacrifice everything came, what would they do?
They were already incoherent, and the chants became more intense.
In the long history, who has the most appeal? Who has the most respect from people?
Undoubtedly, Hermes, the legendary god of wisdom, descended to the earth and gave mortals triple great knowledge, giving them the courage to fight against nature.
The entire Church of Light exists because of its worship of this god.
The cute girl arrives quietly.
Seeing this scene of fanaticism and unimaginable faith, I couldn't help but be stunned.
He is broadcasting live to the netizens outside, using a short stick as a microphone, "Dear melon netizens, this is a historic turning point, the surge of historical tide! Please remember this scene clearly, and,
Witness the charm of history! History is with us!”
Above the sky, the white-clothed god looked at him quietly, "All those who have sinned deeply, as long as you pray to me and submit to my kingdom, your sins will be forgiven."
Poof!
"Let's go!" As Black Prison Emperor Birch turned around to leave, blood pierced his chest.
Behind him, Hermes, who had no powerful aura, seemed to have no intention of taking action. He slowly opened the first page of this bright book and spoke softly.
"Wisdom is all power."
The next second, the breath finally bloomed, and the whole world seemed to be squeezing.
Hermes is like the assassin-like sword Liu Wen. Often, the moment the sword is drawn out, a terrifying aura erupts.
Any moment you see the sword is the moment your enemy dies.
"I"
He lowered his head blankly, his consciousness gradually blurring. His whole body was squeezed and twisted, and even pressed into a ball. It was almost difficult to make a sound, "How can it be so strong!!"
Bang!
He was completely crushed into blood mist.
Hermes looked calm, waved slightly, and disappeared from the spot.
ah!!
People in nearby cities looked at the sky and burst into tears of joy. Believers knelt down to pray.
"Holy shit!!" The cute girl was also stunned, and after a long time she slowly exhaled, "Is that so exaggerated?"
"History of Magic Potions" records:
[In the year 1103 of the magic potion, there was a war with the ancient world, the epic emperor slaughtered all living beings, and Hermes, the god of wisdom, came to save the common believers from danger]
