Chapter 345 You Will Suffer the Consequences

Chapter 345 345. You will swallow the bitter fruit

Some knowledgeable people can recognize that the male voice asking questions to the light is obviously the former Pope, Saint Nisorius.

It is rare for believers to ask questions to God.

In the eyes of believers, God is almost omnipotent. Just asking "Are you deceived?" is equivalent to questioning God, and it is simply heresy in a serious way!

In the kingdom with endless feather-like holy light, some ferocious beasts and demons can be vaguely seen in front of the temple of the Father of Light.

What the hell is that?

All the forces that can observe the kingdom of God are surprised, and the people of the Orpheus family feel a little exploded when they see their ancestors standing in those things.

However, most people still can't recognize who it is. They can only see that surrounded by beasts and demons, it is the familiar Holy Spirit of the Church.

Each of them wore their most gorgeous and solemn clothes, and at the same time, they were blessed by the messenger of light, and had armor and vestments with divine power.

Otherwise, why did Croa not believe that they could make the light surrender?

As the Holy Spirit of Light, they became part of the Kingdom of God after entering it. As long as the Lord of the Kingdom of God had a slight thought, they would become the nourishment of the Kingdom of God.

This is fundamentally different from the Hall of Valor and Eden made by Croa. The Hall of Valor he made was isolated by a protective layer on the outside, and the souls entering could maintain themselves.

The Father of Light simply assimilated and relied on his own power to maintain the existence of the Holy Spirits.

So now the only thing they can do and pray for is that the Father of Light can become a little more sober after losing countless believers and petitioners who affect his thoughts.

That's all.

So, what did the gods do in response to the believers' questions?

After a brief pause, the holy light actually ignored their questions and obscured their figures with more magnificent sacred music and angels flapping their wings.

Countless angels flew out of the sacred kingdom and headed for the main plane.

This scene was seen by Kroya first, and he immediately curled his lips in disdain. He knew that nothing good would happen, but he didn't expect that others would ignore it directly.

"Sure enough, God is so confident."

"Not even willing to answer."

He also lost his patience. To be honest, if the light could return to the right path, he might still be willing to talk to the other party face to face.

But since this is the case, there is no need for him to hide it.

Everything that can be prepared and has been prepared has been completed.

He looked at the holy spirits with sharp eyes, watching them step into the sacred temple one by one, and gradually disappear in the torrent of light - even now they still want to awaken the "conscience" of light.

He couldn't comment on the behavior of these holy spirits. All he could do was watch them leave. At least while they were still alive, Cloya didn't want them to feel uncomfortable.

Cloya's companions wanted to stop them.

After all, they did build some friendships with these holy spirits during this period, learned some things from them, and felt the personal charm of these holy spirits who left a strong mark in the history of the Church.

Even if they were hostile, they would respect these holy spirits.

Estner tried to stop the saint: "Your God has no humanity anymore. You will only die if you go in like this!"

Oak also comforted Ms. Holy Dragon: "I have heard of your reputation. As long as you are willing to leave, I will ask Cloya, and he will definitely agree to let you leave this world!"

Kemoye, Theodore and others also stopped them, but the holy spirits just walked into the stone-built palace that was brighter than crystal one by one with a miserable smile on their faces.

Don't they know what they are facing?

As the Holy Spirit of the Father of Light, they knew better than anyone what they would face after entering, but knowing is one thing, and whether to do it is another.

About half an hour later, all the Holy Spirits disappeared in the hall, and the feather holy light from the sky became more and more, and the pure holy light seemed to turn the whole world into a bright and shining world.

The Father of Light still did not answer.

"Let's start."

It was at this time that Kroya picked up his harp, and he walked slowly to the front of the Sun Demon and the Zerg Army, looking directly at the hall, and watching the figure walking out of the hall -

It was an angel wearing a luxurious dress.

The Angel of the Harp.

His eyes were filled with anticipation and joy, and he whispered, "See you again, the singer of the sun."

The angel sat down gracefully, turning the harp into a large seat, and her luxurious dress spread out around her like petals, staring at Cloya with burning eyes: "I don't want to stop you, but I must stop you."

"The earth gave you the tuned music...Aren't you curious about what kind of music He, who is the light, has?"

Cloya also smiled: "I am very curious, so I came to ask you for advice. Don't worry, I will give you a place later."

The Angel of the Harp said nothing more, put his fingers on the harp, and played slowly, and the light of the morning dew and the sunset gathered around Him.

It seemed to be the same as what I saw last time at the Yavana Holy Mine, but this time, He played a deep, dusk movement that should not exist in a vibrant world.

The dusk color that made people feel desperate and dead gradually permeated everything around, and the sound of the harp became low and hoarse, weird and grotesque.

The originally bright and shining world and the scattered feathers were instantly shrouded in the ominous color of dusk, and all life looked up at the country anxiously, as if something was about to happen.

"Oh." Kroya understood: "The dusk of the destruction of the world, right? If you can complete it and let the light descend successfully, there should be a dawn of salvation, right?"

He looked at the deep dusk and was sure that this was also a movement of "Origin Poem", which might account for a large proportion. Although it could not reach the level of his "Rainbow Poem", the earth's chapter would definitely be crushed.

Hope and despair, dusk and dawn.

This kind of power is very essential, and it cannot even be simply described by some powerful and great divine power. Its existence itself is already the rule of the world.

So when it was played, even the gods and legends who were watching here were shocked - Eurydice's face showed a tangled look for the first time.

This thing... he can't handle it.

"How can the Father of Light have such a movement?" Eurydice was surprised and doubtful: "I haven't heard that the previous generation of light has such power."

He turned his head and looked at Aeotes, "Do you know?"

The Titan puppet also shook his head: "I really haven't seen it and don't know that He has this ability. If we face this ability, we can only bear it hard."

This is indeed frustrating, but the fact is that the status is there, even a legendary wizard must abide by the rules.

"Then we can only see what Cloya can do." Eurydice shrugged his shoulders and looked at Cloya who was playing the harp slowly through the power of the star curtain.

If he guessed correctly, the power of dusk was the ultimate killer move of light, forcibly dragging the world into the prelude of "destruction", and then recovering through another kind of salvation power, so that the world itself would recognize His "salvation".

Unexpectedly, He released the killer move like this. It seems that even when He faced those demons and insect swarms, the pressure was indeed a little bit great.

...

Kroya, who faced the Angel of Lyre, felt it most clearly.

Although he wore an Apollo costume, it was the path of God after all, and it was somewhat different from the power he had always used.

So after a brief hesitation, he took back some of his symphony power, which quickly filled his body and directly rose to level eleven.

If there was more, he would be unable to stop entering the realm of God.

After taking back some power, he began to play the symphony, and the river of music formed by countless colors rose from every corner of the North, fearlessly facing the dusk.

They contain the music of all things that Kloya has worked hard to manage in the North for more than ten years. There are humans, monsters, magic plants, and even the earth and the ocean...

The golden light quickly started from the North at an unstoppable speed and gradually moved towards all the areas that William's army had swept, sunflowers had been planted, and Kloya had touched.

Just when the Angel of the Harp thought that this was the "gift" prepared by Kloya, the latter smiled slightly.

"I used such a gift at the beginning, and now I want to give it to you, to the god sitting on the top of the cloud... It is another gift."

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His fingers paused for two seconds, and then pressed on the strings of the gopher harp again, and a trace of blood oozed from his white fingers.

"That is the bitter fruit you have brewed."

As the golden light permeated the earth, the souls that died because of the war and the disasters brought by all the light and the earth were also awakened.

They may have lost their complete consciousness, and what is left in their hearts is only the resentment towards light and the earth, which is the root of the darkness of the Styx.

Unforgettable hatred.

"This power is still in the main plane?"

"Didn't the Styx take them away?"

"It's really frightening..."

Whether it is the legend or the god, there is obvious fear on their faces. This thing is an indestructible substance, and anyone who touches it will be unlucky.

They don't understand why those golden music of Kloya can control these powers. How can the resentment that has obviously lost wisdom and consciousness allow itself to be controlled?

Of course, they don't know what Kloya promised, and it is impossible for anyone to believe that someone would use the kingdom of God to carry such resentment.

The only thing that comforts them is that these dark powers did not spread, but were guided by the golden music. Countless shadowy shadows seemed to walk on a golden bridge and walked directly towards the kingdom of the Father of Light.

At this moment, the dark shadow had only one thought in his mind.

"Revenge!"

The dark figures met the flapping angels one after another, and in the blink of an eye, they assimilated them, turned dark, and then adapted to their new bodies and flew towards the Kingdom of God.

"..."

The harp angel's music paused for a moment.

He had already felt that at the moment when the dusk and the music of the world were played, these completely unconscious hatreds all aroused indescribable power.

Yes, their world was destroyed, what else was there to linger on?

The only option left was "revenge on God".

But the power of the symphony could actually accommodate them. That was a deep-rooted hatred, the most terrifying filth accumulated by the entire human kingdom after the locust plague war and death.

He looked deeply at Cloya, but only saw indifference on his handsome face, without any pain at all.

It stands to reason that at this moment, he should change his power, from the dusk of the world to the dawn of salvation, and then use the power of the kingdom of God to satisfy these resentments, even if the losses were heavy, he would not suffer too much.

But... He was forced to come.

The status of the Father of Light was not enough to make him a dog, but he was restrained here by the power of God to help the stupid light play the music.

So He continued to play the music of dusk, and even played it a little harder—the color of dusk became darker, with a low mist that destroyed the world.

Soon, the only thing visible in the world was the golden bridge made of symphony and the figure who kept launching self-destruction attacks on the Kingdom of God.

Kloya noticed His movements keenly.

But he didn't say anything, and endured the pain in his mind, immersed in his own music, and the black figure who controlled the symphony and resentment broke through the barrier of the Kingdom of God.

"Teacher!"

And at this moment, Mia, who had been hiding not far behind Kloya, sighed softly. Her body turned into a white-gold ring under the cover of a thin layer of moon gauze, and fell behind Kloya's head in a silent way.

His voice rang in Kroya's ears:

"When I crashed, I put a forbidden spell on these gods."

"They will never be able to leave their kingdom."

"This is a restraint and a protection."

"Now... it can finally be untied."

Accompanied by the whispering voice of the Ring of Glory, a layer of almost imperceptible white-gold magic patterns covering the interior of the Kingdom of the Father of Light gradually disappeared.

Especially the magic patterns surrounding the sacred stone temple.

An ecstatic consciousness came out from the stone temple. After thousands of years, he was finally able to escape from the forbidden spell of the Ring of Glory!

But before he could figure out the specific situation now, the golden symphony suddenly broke through the stone door and wrapped all the resentment in his body.

Finally, it formed an apple with black resentment wrapped in a golden shell, and the symphony was wrapped around him like a tentacle.

Directly forced the apple into the mouth of the Father of Light who had just woken up.

"Enjoy it, this is the elegy I play for you."

"The bitter fruit brewed by God!"

Kroya's voice spread throughout the entire Semrio continent along with the slightly horrified lament of the Father of Light. All living things could see that a high and mighty God was forcibly... fed an apple.