Chapter 798 Holy Spirit

In the world of Boya, ten years have passed in a flash. In this year, the last of the twelve natural disaster kings, the Flood King, was born. When he was born, he manifested the posture of a god and demon, transformed into a black-scaled python, and corroded the sky into a huge The hole draws endless floods into the world of Boya, wanting to submerge the entire world.

After that, although many true gods from the temples took action to prevent him from causing floods to submerge the world, and filled the holes in the sky with great power, but since then, the natural environment of Boya World has undergone extreme changes again. Previously, due to drought, Due to the king's actions, Boya World as a whole has fallen into a decades-long drought. Now, heavy rains and frequent floods have occurred all over the world, and it has gone to the other extreme.

In this process of alternating droughts and floods, and the extreme changes in the world's environment, other kings of natural disasters have also taken action, especially the king of plagues who has been hunted by many true gods and has been hiding for a long time. Opportunities spread plagues around the world and create black terror. For a time, the human race in the world of Boya became more and more precarious.

The Far North, this is the pinnacle of the Boya world. It is covered with ice and snow all year round, and all living things are extinct. Not to mention ordinary life, even ordinary extraordinary life cannot survive in such an extreme environment. If you approach it rashly, you will only become an ice sculpture. An end.

Crunching, the sound of squeezing snow was heard. In the midst of the wind and snow, a group of people wearing thin clothes, only coarse linen clothes and bare feet set foot on this piece of eternal frozen soil. There were 120 of them in total. An ascetic who belongs to the Church of Doom.

The extreme cold enveloped them, and their extraordinary power fell into a state of stagnation. Against the biting cold wind, they measured the earth with their feet, and the group walked towards the depths of the Far North.

Crossing troughs and over mountains, their number has dropped sharply from 120 to 12 in the process. In fact, they did not encounter any unexpected dangers during this process, and even the frost giants that were originally expected to appear , ice dragon and other legendary creatures did not show the slightest trace, and all the dead people were frozen to death.

This frozen land is under extreme daylight. Whenever they stop to rest, they may not be able to sleep. Some people even squinted their eyes due to sleepiness while walking and then fell into a deep sleep. This is the cruelty of this land.

"Archbishop, how far do we have to go?"

The crystal snowflakes were falling, the cold wind was still howling, and I watched helplessly as my companions couldn't sleep one by one. When the extraordinary power fell into silence, and I could only measure the earth with my mortal body without seeing the slightest hope, even if After experiencing many hardships and tempering, ascetic monks who are sincere in their faith will inevitably have their beliefs shaken.

"Soon."

Without looking back and without stopping, the old man known as the Archbishop walked very hard but firmly.

"archbishop,

Will we really see the Ice King? "

I don't know how long it took, but another doubtful voice sounded. At this time, there were only 5 people left in the original 12-person team.

"certainly."

The words were concise and to the point, even though the front was covered by wind and snow and the direction was completely unclear, the archbishop's eyes remained as firm as before, without any wavering.

The wind and snow intertwined. Under the leadership of the archbishop, the five remaining ascetics of the Doomsday Church continued to move forward. Although the sky was as bright as day, they could not see their way forward.

At some point, the other four ascetics in the team were swallowed up by the snow, leaving only the archbishop walking alone.

"Can I really see the Ice King?"

Walking to the top of a solitary mountain and looking at the abyss in front of him, the Archbishop couldn't help but have this thought in his heart, because there was no way ahead.

The moment this thought arose, white frost spread upward from the soles of the archbishop's feet, freezing his already numb body.

"No, the King of Natural Disasters is the only true God. He is everywhere. All these hardships are just tests."

The wavering in his heart was cut off. At this moment, the archbishop's originally clear mind wiped away the last trace of impurities, and a layer of sacred radiance sprouted, which was pure and sincere, without a trace of filth.

Covered in frost, the Archbishop, like the 119 people before him, became a part of this eternal frozen land. He died, under the cold of the Far North, but in the next moment, the Archbishop's soul emerged from him. came out of the body.

The cold wind, frost and snow could not be applied to him. He abandoned his body and stood on the frozen soil as a soul. The archbishop felt a kind of relaxation that he had never seen before. He became an extremely rare holy spirit. At this moment, The cold that could freeze other people's souls on this piece of frozen soil could no longer hinder his footsteps.

Taking one step forward, his heart became more determined than ever before. An icy path spontaneously spread out under the Archbishop's feet, allowing him to easily cross the abyss.

The coldness in the Far North is just a symptom. The inner despair is the real fatal factor. As long as there is any wavering in your heart, the cold here will be difficult to resist. It will freeze your soul and body from the inside out. This is even It is difficult for seventh-level great beings to be completely exempted.

It is precisely because of this that the Far North has truly become a restricted area for life. Even legendary creatures such as ice dragons and frost giants that are born from the wind and snow will not really live in the Far North. At most, they come to collect them occasionally. Some resources, and they are still on the periphery, but the Holy Spirit is different. Their hearts are sincere and pure. When it comes to their gods, their thoughts will be more firm than ever.

His figure was engulfed by the wind and snow. In a daze, the Archbishop who had achieved the Holy Spirit came to the depths of the Far North. A large iceberg came into his sight.

"My lord."

Looking up at the big iceberg, looking at the bird-faced man inside, with wings on his back and a green snake wrapped around his body, his eyes closed, like the shadow of a sleeping god and demon, the Archbishop could no longer conceal his inner excitement and fell to his knees.

"My Lord, you are the only true God. The tricks of the despicable are only temporary obstacles. They will eventually fall into the abyss and kneel under your throne."

Understanding the current state of the Ice Calamity King, the Archbishop's eyes burned with blazing flames.

"My Lord, you are the master of natural disasters. You will eventually complete the judgment on this world, wash away all filth, and create an ideal country."

The soul stirred, and a ball of pure and holy fire was born in the depths of the Archbishop's heart, and quickly spread outwards, and he ignited himself.

The holy fire rises wantonly. Even if the essence of life is burning, the archbishop is fearless. Under the support of the holy fire, he is as holy as a saint.

At the same time, with him as the anchor point, the power of faith gathered in the dark, rushing like a sea, seemingly without end.

"King of natural disasters, you are the only true god."

"King of natural disasters, please judge this sinner."

"King of Natural Disasters, I want to continue living."

Natural disasters raged and people's minds changed. Taking this opportunity, the Church of Doomsday spread its doctrines in the name of natural disasters and gathered a large number of beliefs, and now these beliefs have gathered around the archbishop.

Faith is like oil. The original blazing holy fire became more and more public, swallowing up the entire iceberg in an instant. In the process, the seal left by the Lord of the Sky, the eighth-level god, also became loose. It must be said that faith is a kind of magic. The power of strength can often turn the impossible into possible.

Using himself as the wick, burning everything, feeling such a change, the archbishop's illusory spirit body showed a joyful smile.

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