The Church, the Holy Mountain, the Temple of Punishment.
The pale yellow light of the setting sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and fell obliquely on the statue of the god of punishment that was 100 meters high.
Sitting on the throne, wearing a crown of flames and holding a scepter of punishment, the God of Punishment had a stern gaze, and he was draped in a huge set of pale golden armor, and the armor inlaid with countless gems and magic crystals glittered in the sunlight.
In the temple, with its huge circular vault, a full 1,200 Templar bishops dressed in blood-colored punishment robes stood solemnly.
They were surrounded by a faint blood-colored divine light, and they were qualified to stand in the Punishment Sanctuary here, and the weakest of them had also reached the level of a demigod high rank.
And such a terrifying force capable of destroying any empire on the Western Path in an instant was only a tiny fraction of the total force hidden beneath the heavy darkness of the Temple of Punishment.
Even among the 1,200 demigods, there were only thirty members of the Divine Family, and all the others were non-Divine origins, all of whom relied on their own strength to struggle through the huge, strict, and demanding system of the Punishment Temple.
Only the Divine Descent is the core force of a temple, so the 1,200 demigods here are just the peripheral forces of the Punishment Temple.
So many demigods stood silently, their power constantly pouring into the image of the God of Punishment.
At the center of the idol's eyebrows, there is a golden-red vortex the size of a water tank spinning rapidly, this is a tunnel to an unknown space, each opening requires a huge amount of power, and maintaining this tunnel requires the efforts of all the demigods present at the same time.
With so many powerful demigods, they can maintain this tunnel for a month at most, and the price they pay is that each of them will lose a thousand years of life.
Although he has reached the realm of demigods, his lifespan is basically no longer a problem, but the lifespan of a thousand years is burned out in an instant, and the uncomfortable feeling of weakness is enough to make people go crazy.
At the other end of that twisted tunnel.
In a small, but only a hundred miles of small space fragments, at the core of this void, a man about ten meters tall and his whole body was quietly suspended in mid-air.
There were also dozens of men and women hovering there beside him.
His eyes were closed and he fell into a deep sleep.
Rao is in a state of deep sleep, and these men and women still exude a suffocating terrifying divine power.
These men and women exuded great power, the men's bodies were strong and graceful, the women's bodies were well-proportioned and beautiful, their bodies were like works of art, even the angle of a fingernail was so perfect, there were no flaws at all.
But most of them have terrible wounds on their bodies.
For example, the handsome man with long blood-colored hair suspended in the core.
A large hole was opened in his heart, and most of his slowly beating heart was shattered, and an unknown attack in his lower abdomen pierced a transparent hole with a diameter of meters, and a large amount of internal organs were directly exposed.
His limbs also had terrible wounds, as if some kind of fierce and violent beast had attacked him, and the man's thighs and shoulders were torn by tiger claws.
Large swaths of flesh were snatched away, and the golden transparent bones were scratched with raw marks.
Even on his head.
Someone slapped his head through with a tiger's claw, nearly tearing his head apart.
The golden brain was exposed from the cracked skull, and the golden brain was squirming slightly.
Apparently the man was pondering something.
The King of the Broken Army, Gerdas, the god of punishment and Arthur's nominal son, knelt respectfully in front of the man, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground.
In just over a decade of not seeing each other, Gerdas has grown into a sturdy and handsome young man.
With red hair and purple eyes, Gerdas's handsome face looked ninety percent similar to Arthur's.
It's just that the natural pride and arrogance on his face can't be compared to ten thousand Arthurs combined.
Suddenly, the man suspended in the air opened his eyes slightly.
He muttered in a low voice.
"Luna ...
Eating alone will make your stomach hurt" grinned strangely, and the man suddenly laughed loudly: "More than two million souls, the moon god is probably the first time in these years that he has so many materials to repair his own soul, this stingy woman, I just want to share a little profit, she actually dares to turn her face with me" Gerdas slowly raised his head, "Do you need me to kill all the clergy of the Moon Temple, Father?"
The man shook his head slightly. waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's just more than two million souls, the moon god has been too hungry and thirsty for so many years, so the food is too ugly, and even the sharing rules we have set can't be taken into account."
But I'm not her, more than two million souls, what's it?"
Shaking his head, the man said indifferently: "In the past thousand years, more than one billion humans have been burned at the stake in the name of punishing heresy in the Punishment Temple, and according to the agreement of the gods, even if half of the harvest is divided among other gods, there are 500 million souls left by the punishment gods, and there are only more than two million souls, and only the moon god will be so nervous."
With a heavy breath, the man narrowed his eyes: "So, let her go for so many years, not only has she not repaired the trauma of her soul during the war, but her soul power has continued to pass over the years, even if she is lucky enough to repair all her injuries in the end, her strength will definitely drop by one order, so don't pay attention to her at all." ” With a slight wave of his hand, the man said in a deep voice: "It's you, Gerdas, my child, I don't hesitate to lose my strength to restore your strength in your heyday, you have to take advantage of the opportunity of those believers who are easy to see to start a war, and kill as much as you want, whether it is the Western Continent or the Odin Ice Field, the current population is too large, and it is more appropriate to reduce the population by half." ” A cruel smile appeared on Gerdas's face: "I will go and discuss with the host of the Odin Temple, this war, we don't need to end it soon, and there will be another Hundred Years of Land Island War, what do you think?"
"Very good," the man said lightly: "Tell them that it is acceptable to have another Hundred Years of Land Island War, according to the current population base of the Western Continent, 300 million people will be killed every year."
We will directly collect the souls of the war dead, and the essence of the blood of the war dead will depend on you. ” Gerdas smiled brightly: "This is our duty.
Father, we can't wait to see your full recovery. ” The man smiled slightly, and two strange flashes of light flashed in his eyes.
"Of course, I am looking forward to that day as soon as possible.
But you have to be careful of the people inside the church, many of whom do not want us to have a real resurrection, and even some of the gods do not want to see a real resurrection of a god.
So Gerdas, you have to be careful in whatever you do, you have to be careful. ” "Back then, they were able to design you and force you to fall, so now their methods should be more secretive, you must be careful" Geldas gave the man a deep salute, then he stood up and took a few steps back respectfully.
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The man looked at Gerdath and groaned for a while, then sighed lightly: "Take my sword, Gerdas, my child, take my sword, and use my sword to remove all stumbling blocks." ” "If there's nothing particularly important, don't come and disturb us.
After all, no one knows that we have recovered to this extent, and if some being knows that we have truly awakened from our slumber, danger will follow.
So, there's no need, don't come here again. ” A sinister and fierce light flashed in Gerdas's eyes: "All the clergy who opened this passage ... ” A girl beside the man who was born extremely beautiful, with three pairs of blood-colored wings behind her, opened her red eyes: "One thousand two hundred souls that are not weak, and there are so many blood essences, they should be happy to merge with me, this is their honor."
Gerdas smiled brightly: "As you wish, respected Forbidden Goddess, they are all yours." ” A longsword with a very ordinary style, but wrapped in a layer of pale red flames, appeared behind Gerdath out of thin air.
Gerdas, carrying the sword that exuded a faint threat, respectfully took dozens of steps backwards, and then plunged headlong into the swirling tunnel.
The man suspended in the air sighed faintly: "Gerdas, don't let me down the essence of soul and life, we need more" The goddess of forbidden law, who had blood-colored wings on her back, smiled slightly, and she gently opened her small mouth and sucked hard.
The bodies of the 1,200 Templar Bishops in the temple twitched suddenly, and their mouths opened in horror to scream, but their eyebrows suddenly burst, and their souls let out a terrible wail and flew abruptly, carrying a large amount of blood straight into the swirling tunnel.
In the blink of an eye, the soul and blood were purified by a piece of golden-red divine flame, turning into a fist-sized bead of blood that was swallowed by the Forbidden Law Goddess in one gulp.
The paleness of the Forbidden Goddess showed a faint flush, and the wound on her body, which almost cut her petite body in two from her left shoulder to her right ribs, squirmed, and a trace of barely visible flesh was born.
There was no movement in this gray and narrow space fragment, and dozens of powerful gods were silently suspended there, falling into a deep sleep again.
When Gerdath came out of the space tunnel, he happened to see the scene of the demigods' heads bursting open.
He tugged at the corners of his mouth, and a golden-red divine flame erupted from his palm, instantly burning the bodies of those demigods into ashes.
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