A word from the God of Ice and Black Iron.

Let Ahehua, the god of fire and fertility, wake up from a dream.

The main god of the Pantheon, the whole body of the god shrank suddenly.

A kind smile appeared on his face.

"I see."

"Is it because I was too cautious, so I missed this opportunity?"

"The Wizard of Morning Star is the opportunity to obtain the God of Forging, Hedmeir?"

Ahehua, the god of fire and fertility, murmured to himself.

As he muttered to himself, invisible barriers were untied by his own hands over the entire primitive continent.

The charm gradually disappears.

In the temple on the earth, the priests were horrified to find that their god was rejecting their prayers.

The warm spiritual connection they had established with the gods was suddenly broken!

"God, what have we done wrong that You want to abandon us?"

Many of the aging priests could not bear the stimulation of this reality at first and began to cry anxiously.

For their belief in Ahehua, the god of fire and fertility, their sunk cost has become too high to turn back.

Boom!

Finally, an old priest chose to self-destruct, and his whole body was suddenly enveloped in flames.

It seems that he hopes that after his death, the true god can fulfill his promise and connect him to the kingdom of God to enjoy eternal happiness.

In the great temple of the royal capital.

The pope and several archbishops are the most cultivated people in this continent, but they are not very old. The youngest pope has just celebrated his ninetieth birthday.

For a legendary powerhouse, ninety is the time of youth.

There is still a long way to go.

Therefore, these top figures in the theocratic system were not so excited.

The divine power in his body has dissipated, and he can no longer use divine magic.

But on the contrary, they can also feel that the invisible restraint of the superior gods on them and others has also disappeared.

Their cultivation level also continued to decline.

However, the downward trend soon stopped.

Bright silver beams of light roared down from high in the sky, suddenly enveloping the Pope and several other archbishops with the highest cultivation levels.

Wave after wave of pure energy fell along the light beam, replenishing the pope and archbishop.

They are in a legendary realm.

The fall is just because there is no more divine power.

Now that it is replenished, the realm is restored instantly.

Especially after the Pope himself returned to the legendary realm.

He suddenly felt the world's favor for him.

Activate the magic power in your body again.

There was actually an illusion of the unity of heaven and earth coming over me.

"Good luck."

Ahhua, the god of fire and fertility, and the god of ice and black iron, also noticed the changes in the young pope at this moment.

Ahehua, the god of fire and fertility, smiled:

"This continent's new son of destiny has been born."

"If that's the case, then I'll do my best."

Saying this, the God of Ice and Black Iron opened his toothless mouth and spit out a pitch-black sphere.

As soon as the sphere flew out, it flew out of the outer space in the blink of an eye and sank into the body of the pope who was in a daze.

The pope's eyes turned red, and he immediately squatted on the ground, covering his head.

Several archbishops felt that something was wrong with the pope. The true God had abandoned them, and they were even more frightened.

An archbishop who was usually on good terms with the Pope saw the Pope in an unusual hurry and went to ask for help.

Little did he know that the archbishop had just approached.

Dozens of black strands as thick as hair sprouted from the Pope's body.

These black threads were like venomous snakes seeing their prey, swishing and biting on the archbishop's body, easily breaking through the protective shield of the archbishop in front of him, who had no magic power but no witchcraft, and sank into his body.

"No, don't!"

The archbishop screamed and fell to his knees, his body twitching as the black threads swallowed him.

The duration should not exceed three breaths.

The archbishop turned into a mummy and fell at the feet of the Pope without any breath.

hiss!

The other archbishops who were still watching saw this situation and their scalps went numb!

"Let's go!"

The archbishop closest to the door made a quick decision and took a big step back, crossing the threshold with his entire body.

The other archbishops only hesitated for a moment and then followed closely.

However, just half a step away, the pope who had sucked the first archbishop dry had several times as many black threads appear on his body and pounced on these archbishops.

It's a pity that these archbishops are legendary strong men after all, but they are so frustrated that they don't even have a single witchcraft.

I wanted to run for a while but couldn't find the technique to run.

In desperation, some archbishops even wanted to release divine magic. Unfortunately, without the permission of the true God, their familiar magic would be in vain no matter how much magic they had.

As a result, the archbishop who was the first to run away had just rushed out of the door when he heard a series of screams and silence behind the door.

This made him run faster. Relying on his legendary physical strength, he ran from the deepest temple room to the hall in an instant, where he saw the helpless reserve priests there.

When these reserve priests saw the archbishop, their faces lit up and they were about to ask what they should do.

Then he saw the archbishop running away like a gust of wind without stopping.

So much so that the reserve priests in the hall were in a mess in the wind.

During this moment of encounter, some smart priests were keenly aware that something was wrong.

Then, there was an inexplicable chill coming from the direction where the Archbishop fled.

One of the priests' eyes moved and he immediately noticed someone like him and started to stand up and retreat.

Immediately, a group of priests tacitly began to evacuate the temple.

It's just that changes always happen faster and more than they imagine.

The wind-like archbishop had just run away for a few seconds.

From the entrance of the passage, black threads poured out like a tide.

Swish, swish, swish!

These black threads seemed to have a life of their own. As soon as they saw the reserve priests, they speeded up and darted past.

These reserve priests are even more vulnerable. Once they are penetrated into the body, they often cannot hold a breath and turn into mummies.

The interior of the temple instantly became a mess.

People outside the temple also noticed the unusual changes here.

They all paid attention to the past.

Then they discovered that there was a priest who broke the luxurious stained glass and rushed out regardless of etiquette.

Then, before waiting for the priest to be exposed to the sun, he cheered.

From the large hole in the window, dozens of black threads rushed out and pierced the body of the sacrificial priest, then pulled him back into the temple as he instantly turned into a mummy.

This scene frightened the busybodies watching outside the temple.

When the priests who escaped saw this scene, they immediately felt that it was not safe to escape from the temple, and hurriedly fled outside the city.

And this is actually the case.

After devouring several archbishops, dozens of official sacrifices, and thousands of reserve sacrifices.

The black silk stockings on the Pope still don't feel satisfied.
To be continued...