I wish you all a good mood every day "Penglai, Heavenly Temple, it is impossible for them to unite, but since they are united, then...
An old man with red pupils looked at the people on the left and right, etc.: "And they killed the Pope of the Scepter what they wanted to do" An old man in the "Divine Domain" sighed faintly: "In the previous religious wars, we have suffered serious losses, but we can always recover quickly The credit of the Divine Domain is indelible, so... ” "It's just wishful thinking" Grisgaard, Dawn roared angrily: "This is absolutely not allowed" The old people looked at each other, and then nodded at the same time: "Of course, we absolutely do not allow certain things" Looking at the outgoing popes around him, Grisgau narrowed his eyes: "We need more power, we need the power to mobilize all the forces of the church, including... ” Lowering his voice, Grisgo, Dawn said in a deep voice: "The legion that sleeps in the God's Domain, if necessary, we want your authorization, we need their strength.
If the Heavenly Temple and Penglai join forces, it will be impossible to defeat them with the strength of the church alone."
Grisgaard, before the words of the morning light fell, a bright light had already fallen.
In the white light, a majestic, vague voice floated from the sky: "Grisgaard, Dawn, come here to meet us" The divine light quietly drifted away, and the voice disappeared without a trace.
Griseg, Dawn's face was blushing to the extreme, and the Seal Pope looked at him with jealousy and envy, and after a long time, he slowly shook his head.
The eyes of the outgoing popes turned red, and they looked at Grisgaard and Dawn almost with jealousy, like a pack of hungry wolves.
Grisgau, with a majestic and solemn smile, walked briskly up a winding mountain path paved with Mithril on the peak.
He had just taken a few steps down the Mithril path when a white door of light appeared out of thin air, and in front of Dawn, he stepped into the door of light, and then disappeared without a trace.
It's a world of magnificence.
The silver plains were filled with divine light, and countless ruined palaces were scattered across the endless plains.
These palaces are tall, majestic, solemn and majestic, but the whole body of the palace that has been beaten to tatters is filled with a dilapidated atmosphere, so that Grisgaard, who appeared here out of thin air, has a few sad and desolate thoughts for no reason.
The sky here is also silver, faint golden clouds dotted in the silver sky, the mouth of the divine light falls from the sky, the edge of the golden clouds shines with dazzling light, faintly beautiful divine sounds float out of the clouds, so that all those who hear these divine sounds from the soul to the body become incomparably clear and silent.
Grisgaard, Dawn put his hands in his sleeves, and walked in a dignified square step by step, not daring to go along a golden avenue without the slightest courtesy.
He didn't squint, his gaze locked on the ground a few meters in front of his toes, cautious to the extreme.
On both sides of this golden avenue, countless golden, silver, bronze, and black iron coffins were neatly stacked.
Through the transparent lids of these coffins, you can see a fierce warrior in armor lying quietly in the coffin.
The height of these warriors ranged from meters to hundreds of meters, and their bodies were like dead corpses without moving, but powerful life breath and energy fluctuations continued to spread from their bodies, and even some powerful warrior coffins had formed energy vortices that were visible to the naked eye.
Grisgaard, Dawn felt the strong aura emanating from these coffins around her, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
This is the most powerful standing force of the Church, and once it is dispatched, there will be absolutely no living mouth, and there will be no eyewitnesses to the legion of the gods."
Some of the warriors in these coffins are devout believers, some are evil heretics, some are famous heroes in the history of the continent, and some are powerful creatures captured from the abyss.
But no matter what their origin is, after assimilation and baptism in this magical world, they have become the most devout believers, the staunchest defenders, and the most fearless killing machines.
In the countless religious wars in the history of the Western continent, in the end, it was these warriors of the army of gods who stepped forward to solve the problem And as long as these warriors are dispatched, all problems will be solved, whether it is the alien race of the Odin Temple, or the nomads of the Continental Bridge, or the followers of the Heavenly Temple from the Eastern Continent, once the army of gods is dispatched, it means that this religious war has come to an end.
This is the realm of the gods, the land where the gods live.
Of course, that was a long, long time ago, and this was the land where the gods lived.
At that time, the gods worshiped by all continents and races, they all lived in this divine domain.
With the preaching of the Great Ancient Divine War, the gods in the god domain either fell or fell asleep, and they divided into large and small god systems, formed different camps, and finally these gods of the Western Continent controlled this place.
This is the abode of the gods, and although it has been severely damaged, there is still a huge amount of divine power left here.
These powers are of little use to the gods, but they are enough to raise a strong army of gods.
And this is the once common home of the gods, and there are huge secrets hidden here, burying countless shady openings that are unimaginable, lent to Grise, and Dawn 10,000 dares not dare to touch the slightest shady curtain and secrets.
After walking along the golden avenue for an unknown distance, Grisgaard, Dawn finally came to a huge temple.
This is a golden hall that is thousands of meters high and covers an area of hundreds of miles.
The surface of the huge hall is carved with countless magnificent and magical patterns, and it is filled with all kinds of strange creatures, all of which are Grisgau, and the morning light has never seen or heard of them "My lord, your servant has come here at your call," said Grisgaard, who knelt respectfully outside the temple door.
In the next moment, his body was swept into the main hall by a white divine light, and then he came to a huge hall filled with various divine lights, and he couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly.
There are dozens of huge thrones here, and now they are filled with solemn faces... jinni Facing Grisgau, on the milky white throne of Dawn, the one sitting upright with half an inch of short hair, a blue complexion, and the image of a noble gentleman on the streets of Berelli is the god of the Dawn Temple.
The face of this god of light basically did not match his statues and portraits, he was tall and thin, and it seemed that a gust of wind could blow him down.
A green brick knife face seemed to have been kicked by a donkey, and the middle of the face was slightly sunken, probably enough to hold a bowl of soup.
By the side of the God of Dawn, the guy who was the same size as the dwarf, born short, fat, and covered with black hair, like a humanoid wild boar, was the god of war who was tall, handsome, wise, and martial in the propaganda of the God of War Temple, and could be called the god of war who was the model of all the warriors in the world.
In the teachings of the church, the god of war, who has almost all the good qualities of knights, is shirtless, hugging a few bewitching goddesses of the lower rank who are in revealing clothes, and is kissing them with a smile, and these goddesses see Grisgaard, after the morning light, they even intentionally or unintentionally pull away their few clothes, exposing almost all the private parts of their bodies.
Grisgao, Dawn bowed his head and knelt on the ground respectfully, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
He couldn't even hold his breath, let alone raise his head to admire the wonderful scenery of those goddesses.
Seeing Grisgaard and Dawn, the god of war laughed rudely: "Hey, are you unattractive to the beauty who dislikes me?"
Grisgaard, Dawn trembled with fright, and cold sweat quickly soaked his robes thoroughly.
He trembled and wanted to say something, but the God of Dawn impatiently gave the God of War a kick: "Enough, he is my follower as the Holy Crown Pope, he is the leader of all our believers, what do you want to do to him" The god of war quacked and laughed, and he waved his fist defiantly at the god of punishment sitting on the other side of the god of dawn: "Hey, I'll take these beauties of mine and exchange them for a few days with the girls next to you, promise no" The god of punishment didn't say a word, he just looked at Grisgaard and Dawn proudly, and snorted coldly lightly.
The god of war was bored, he shook his head, and several goddesses who were constantly sneering and smiling stood up, and their figures disappeared without a trace.
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"It's really boring, then, you guys look at it, anyway, I will never go to war with them at this time, my injuries are too serious, my god body has not been able to move freely until now, I am not in the mood to fight them."
With a slight sneer, the God of Dawn smiled indifferently: "Grisgaard, Dawn, my child" Grisgaard, Dawn moved so that his muscles trembled, he stammered, and then he didn't know what to say The god of Dawn had received him personally, the gods had received him personally, and he had heard the voices of the gods so closely.
Happiness like never before filled his heart, and Grisgaard, Dawn almost fainted.
Nodding his head in satisfaction, the God of Dawn smiled and spoke: "In the Ancient God War, in order to protect our devout believers, to maintain the safety of this world, and to protect this world, we paid a heavy price. ”。
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