Bang!"
Carlos!"
The one-armed pope suddenly slammed his remaining arm into the center of the confessional chamber, and the loud sound echoed through the silent chamber on the wooden wall that separated it, shaking people's hearts.More dust fell, on Carlos's face, but also on the Pope's face.Through the hollowing out of the wooden walls, Carlos saw the Pope's eyes, his chestnut eyes bloodshot and mad, but calm.Yes, madness and calm, two completely opposite emotions, but manifested in a person, there is no doubt, this is what Carlos sees at this time.Then, he looked at the one-armed Pope and said, "I know what you say, and I know the possible consequences, but I know better than you.But again, we're running out of time!
Even if we are devout disciples and patrons of the God of strength and courage, how can we let our Lord turn our eyes on the loser?
”"We only have one chance!""
Also, it will never be him who blesses the reproduction and inheritance of the ancient Mongolian people, but Kord, the great god of strength and courage."
A low roar echoed in Carlos's ears, a long silence, a long silence, and finally, Carlos exhaled slowly, as if to vomit out all the depression in his heart.Then, he replied, "I see, this time, nothing will go wrong." ”Carlos departed, his steps heavy, but not ugly, and he was able to nod gracefully again when he encountered the servants and guards who saluted him along the way.And in the confessional room, the one-armed Pope looked at his back as he left, and for a long time, suddenly a smile cracked at the corner of his mouth, a very sarcastic smile.Immediately afterwards, he straightened his posture, placed one arm on his chest, and began to pray in the most reverent gesture.It was with his prayers that a hazy divine power emerged around him.The one-armed Pope had a dream.In the dream, he went to the Garden of Joseph and entered the kingdom of the God of strength and courage.In the dream, he saw the god he believed in, he was looking at him, there was no word, no prayer, only eyes met, consciousness touched, he was in the presence of the great, there were no secrets.So, as he was about to wake up from his dream, the great One spoke softly: "Have you come this far after all?"
Thou, pious believer, have failed me once, and must not let me down a second time!
”At this point, the one-armed pope woke up in the confessional room, and it took him a long time to calm down, and it was only then that he realized that his back was soaked with sweat, but his expression was filled with joy mixed with the afterglow of horror.The Upper Plane, the Garden of Joseph, the kingdom of the gods of Kord.This is a vast plain as far as the eye can see, with undulating mountains and sunsets and sunsets.The four seasons are like spring, and there are always abundant aquatic plants and fruit-bearing trees.The rivers here are full of milk and honey, and herds of cattle and sheep graze quietly.There are also human beings, or prayers who have taken on the form of human beings, who are free from disease, do not age, are always strong, and have strong hands and feet.There is no need to toil the fields or tend to the orchards, food and wine are everywhere, and humans can fill their bellies with just one stretch of their hands.There is death here, too, but it is not painful, and death is like a peaceful sleep that can never be awakened again.Of course, this is not a normal death, but the disappearance of the soul, merging into the kingdom of God, and giving everything you have to the gods.There is no strife, no war, only arenas that have risen from the ground where human beings can vent their exuberant energy.They train here, fight here, not afraid of being wounded or dying, and hone their skills day after day, until one day the call of the gods rings in their ears.Then they will put on their armor, take on their weapons, sing the hymns of the gods, and follow the instructions to the center of the kingdom of God.There is a majestic mountain that rises into the clouds, and on the top of the mountain there is a majestic palace of brilliant white and radiant light, and there are beautiful attendants of the gods who travel back and forth, who meticulously take care of everything in the palace and serve their gods sincerely.At this moment, in the center of the palace, on the majestic throne, a giant with a height of 10,000 meters, with the sky above his head, and his hands on his cheek, sat upright.He was dressed in white dragon skin armor, with strong muscles, fiery red hair, and a fierce countenance.At this moment, his body leaned forward slightly, his eyes were pale, and he looked ahead without any emotion.His eyes seemed to be able to see through the infinite distance, and although he did not make a sound, his will kept vibrating, and the fluctuations of divine power disturbed the air around him.After making a special will and communicating with a believer, He withdrew his gaze.Just a blink of an eye, His eyes were not as cold as a machine, but filled with a kind of indifference from above, as if the years were endless, and the vicissitudes of life could not shake His heart.He slowly straightened up, with the slight rise and fall of his chest, he let out a breath, just a very simple action, in the outside world, there was thunder and wind and rain gathered, and a rainstorm fell in the kingdom of God.He waved his hand in front of him, and his huge hand clenched in the void, and when he pulled it out again, there was already a two-handed sword almost as tall as him, and the snow-bright blade reflected as if the entire kingdom of God was bright.But when any believer of Kord saw this sword, he could instantly understand that this was the famous dragon-slaying sword, Kelma.It's just that the dragon slaying sword at this time is not very good, and at least a thousand chains extend from the void to bind it firmly.But even so, this real artifact was still trembling, as if it was frantically trying to break free from its restraints, so that around him, spatial ripples continued to superimpose, and even formed a subtle storm that tore through the space.It was only at this time that the huge giant had a change in his eyes, no longer endlessly high, but showed a helpless, unwilling, and angry expression like a mortal, and even contained a trace of indescribable sourness."
You, who have followed me for countless years and countless planes, will actually recognize others as masters?""
I, I gave you the priesthood of fighting, and gave you the power of faith to make offerings, but I didn't give you the qualifications to be presumptuous!""
Kelma, you, what a disappointment for me!""
Betrayers will be buried by yellow sand and years after all.The truth will not be known until it disappears into the long river of history, even if for this reason, I will lose a huge belief in the main material plane. ”"It's the wrath of God!"
He seemed to be talking to the sword, and the sword shook violently with his words, and even the chains of divine power that extended out of the void were broken a lot, but it was doomed to be in vain.This is Kord's kingdom, and he can summon more chains of divine power whenever he wants.Finally, the greatsword named Kelmar was sealed again in reluctance, and the 10,000-meter giant regained his contemplative form.Only this time, the center of his eyebrows cracked, and a little golden will flew out, and then countless divine powers converged, and a human form was actually condensed out of thin air.The human form was almost a miniature version of Him, except that when a black robe enveloped him, a shadow spread outward.At this time, he in the black robe was standing there, but he was unconsciously ignored, like a drop of water that melted into the sea, which may have such and such a special, but it is inconspicuous."
I'm leaving!"
The black-robed One spoke, "Go, be careful!
”The giant said this: So, the crack in space was created out of thin air, and the black-robed He sank into it and disappeared.Nine floors of Bato Hell, the second floor, Dis City, inside the Tower of Steel.The smell of hell is not always too good, even the second core of the nine-layer Bato Hell here, the territory ruled by the Grand Duke of Steel, is full of rancid stench and flames.Devils who are unlucky will even encounter poisonous smoke or magic fire that spews out of the ground, and will either be poisoned or burned to ashes.Of course, this does not affect the expectation of the Iron Grand Duke Dispart.In the depths of the fortress, in the luxuriously decorated dining room, Dispar sat elegantly at the long table, laid out a square scarf for himself, picked up a knife and fork, and watched the bewitching body serve a well-prepared breakfast.On the other side, a delicately patterned plate made of Mithril contained the brain of an unknown creature, poured with boiling soup, and the wailing of the dead could even be faintly heard in the sizzling sound.Obviously, this unknown creature was not only taken out of its brain alive, but also imprisoned in its brain by some kind of magic.The Iron Grand Duke Dispart, with his long black hair, slender and powerful body, dressed in the sumptuous garb of an emperor, would have looked like a human gentleman had it not been for the small sharp horns on his forehead and the fiery red eyes that seemed to brew lust.Beside him, within reach, there is an unpretentious hard-headed scepter, which is the famous Staff of Dispat.Legend has it that Asmodeus, the lord of Bato's Hell, followed him when he fell from the heavens to fight hell, and ended the lives of countless demons with this scepter.To this day, throughout the abyss, those ancient Tanari demons still transmit the horror of this scepter.Of course, this is also a story from a long time ago.Now that Dispar is a qualified lord of hell, he is well versed in the political game of the nine layers of hell, and as a clever politician, he is at home in this game.He had a firm grip on the city of Dis, and he had a hand in every area of the city, and his eyes and men were everywhere, and these people carried out all kinds of elaborate intrigues and arrangements for him.But He was still extremely cautious.For endless years, he rarely even left the steel fortress he had built, and only the demons were allowed to serve by his side, not only because of their beauty, but also because of their loyalty.Only golems are allowed to garrison his castle, and these steel monsters who only obey orders will never betray their masters.The blade sliced through the brain, and the mournful wail of the dead resounded in the room, like a prelude.Disparter enjoyed waving his knife and fork, as if waving his baton.Then He took the cut piece and put it in his mouth to chew, and the red and yellow juice stained his lips, and the gloomy room looked so horrible.However, if you look closely at His movements, it is not difficult to find that at a certain moment, He pauses for a moment, and his graceful demeanor is destroyed, with an imperceptible disobedience.But He returned to normal, savoring the food and listening to the music, until He stopped when the food on the plate was halfway eaten.I saw that in the vast restaurant, there were hundreds of golems at some point, and they appeared quietly and packed the restaurant, including high-grade diamond golems, and flesh golems that are said to be unkillable, as well as magical weapons full of power.They all stared at the other end of the long table, the empty chairs, with scarlet eyes, as if there was some enemy there.Well, it turns out that there are really enemies there!
I saw a black mist distort, and an being covered in black robes, as if coming out of the shadows, was already sitting at the end of the long table.