Chapter 2808 That Adult's Decision

The muddy chaotic clouds surging slowly, like some kind of soft-bodied creature, abominable.

Occasionally the cloud breaks open, revealing the scene behind.

The endless starlight flickers endlessly, the boundless flesh and blood continent lingers in the endless nothingness, and the boundary between the real and the illusory is chaotic.

The turbid blood turned into endless galaxies, the stars formed by the condensed flesh and blood changed, and the rotten eyes were hidden in the depths, watching the real world.

Chaos, madness, destruction.

Calm, gentle, sad.

The eyeballs showed various emotions, as if two different spirits were spliced ​​together, strange and inexplicable.

The clouds surged, engulfing everything in an instant.

A black figure stood at the top of the altar built with black spar, and the sounds overlapped, as if thousands of sounds were superimposed together.

"The war has begun."

The black fog rolled like a sea tide.

In an instant, it turned into a huge door, connecting the dark sky and the ruined earth.

at the same time.

All followers of Doomsday have received a call from the gods.

The power of the gods crossed the boundaries of time and space, and broke through the barrier between reality and the dark abyss. The black mist turned into a vortex, and silhouettes walked out of it.

They have different shapes.

Some are of the same type as people, and they seem to be ordinary cultivators.

Some are like the bodies of various creatures spliced ​​together, which belong to the blasphemy that cannot appear naturally.

Some are simply a surging mass of chaotic energy, transformed into various strange shapes.

...

For a long time, the End God Court has absorbed the powerhouses of every era, and has been active in the Tianlan Continent as a believer.

In addition, the sea of ​​black mist at the end of the cliff also vibrated.

Almost all the believers bowed their heads.

Headless also made a corresponding gesture.

The sea of ​​black mist is the manifestation of the power of the Lord of Doom, and there is no need to say much about the gap between mortals and gods.

Whether or not they truly believe in the Lord of the End, oppression at the level of power is the real experience.

No resistance whatsoever.

The only thing left in my heart is the reverence for the gods.

And...the thirst for power.

"Lord Yeya, what's wrong?" Youquan asked Yeya through voice transmission.

Ye Ya didn't even look at him, only a slightly fanatical voice came: "The beginning of the war."

"war?"

Youquan was a little baffled, "Who are you fighting with?"

As a final leader, he has indeed joined the final court for a long time, but there is no comparison with the night crow at all.

According to the information he had learned, Night Crow had become a bishop very early on.

It is even possible to experience the previous era.

The change of the era will also have a great impact on the Doomsday Court, and almost all members will be swallowed by the power of the Doomsday Lord.

But when a new era comes, some believers will recover from the nightmare and come with a new attitude.

Night Crow is one of them.

"I don't know." Night Crow replied.

Youquan could not understand.

Ye Ya looked back at him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a mocking smile: "Why, you think we have an established enemy, stop dreaming!"

In the eyes of the eschatological believers, the Lord of Doom is the embodiment of chaos and power.

Sometimes, there is an aspect of order.

Sometimes, there will be endless madness.

As believers of the Lord of the End, they have received gifts from the gods, and they will be more or less affected.

"You know, we used to fight side by side with giant dragons, blocked the invasion of the deep sea together with exiles from another realm, and once became the pioneers of pollution, spreading the power of blasphemy to every corner of Tianlan Continent."

Night Crow recalled the past experience.

"The wailing of life, the decay of souls, the corruption of the world...it's so nostalgic."

Youquan couldn't imagine what kind of picture it was.

However, the power from the Lord of Doom made his heart excited, and he began to look forward to the next thing.

He longed for war.

In the distance, the sea of ​​black mist transformed by the power of the gods seems to have begun to boil.

The black mist engulfed the clouds, and the god revealed his mighty body.

The line between life and death is broken.

In the long years, the dead who should have disappeared in history with the passage of time condensed out of the black fog.

They wandered in a daze, looking at this world that was so unfamiliar to them.

Such a scene caused waves of riots even among the Doomsday believers. They looked at the deceased Maharaja who had regained life in front of them. The shock was in everyone's heart.

For God, life and death are never distinct concepts.

Some believers remembered a canon recorded in the canon, which was presented to them in an extremely clear way.

Night Crow looked at the altar ahead.

A black figure stood there, watching everything silently.

that grown man.

No one knows when the adult appeared, and

No one knows when he created the final court.

Regarding his identity, there are a lot of speculations even in the Divine Court of the End.

Some believers believe that he is actually the human incarnation of the Lord of the End, a sober body differentiated from the complex forces.

The Lord of the End is the Lord, but the Lord is not the Lord of the End.

He fulfilled his will as the Lord of the End, bringing chaos and order to the world, the key is which will dominates.

There are also believers who believe that the adult has stolen the power of the gods and seized the authority of the gods.

god.

Not invincible.

The transcendent have always longed for the strong, and the eschatological believers have an almost crazy pursuit of power.

They fear power and crave power.

The real reason for becoming an eschatological is, for the most part, for power.

The Lord of the End is powerful, and it is worthy of reverence.

That adult can steal the power of the gods, that's even more awesome.

There are basically no true devotees.

The black fog was torn apart.

The figure haunted by the black mist descended, with black wings and cloaks, and a ferocious and terrifying face, just like the legendary messenger of death - the god of death.

"The end is coming."

Death spoke, accompanied by a weird laughter, "Mortals, go, seek your redemption in blood and death, and long for the protection of flames."

The dark flames rose up, turned into a strange blade, and slashed the god of death directly.

The old man put away the scabbard.

Everything was silent, and every believer felt his gaze fell on him, as if the gaze of a god.

Indifferent, calm.

Like a god looking down on the earthly ants.

"Let's go." The old man said.

Then the black torrent rushed to the door made of black mist.