Chapter 926 God’s Funeral (5)

Alfred spread his hands, and a heavy book appeared in his palm. Although the cover was very new, it naturally had a solemn and solemn texture.

Dickno glanced at it and exclaimed, "It's really a luxurious book."

"It was given to me by my master, Mr. Hoffin, from a little paint he picked out of his own cover."

That is the God of Principle's notebook, the most precious book in this world.

Dickno said with a smile: "It's really worth it."

The faint light on the cover of the book flowed, and the title of the book emerged—"Light of New Order".

Dickno: "I take back what I said earlier. I should erase the notes of the God of Principles and use them directly to record Symmetra."

"If the teacher himself heard this sentence, he would probably jump up excitedly and shout: 'Look, look, this is the arrogance and savagery of followers of order'."

"hehe."

After the joke, Alfred took out his pen and began to record in the manuscript:

"The Cult of the Storm God, the Cult of the Black Rock, and the Cult of the Crystal God, these three religions bravely stood at the forefront of fighting against the gods, and fired the first shot of mankind's defense against the return of the gods."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fittingly, the magic crystal cannons in front of him had already fired a volley, punching dense holes in the black curtain that shrouded them.

Dicknor asked: "Why do you want to record it like this? I don't think they deserve it."

"Historical records should focus on what actually happened. As for the internal reasons, that is where future generations find the joy of understanding while drinking tea."

Dickno nodded, and stretched his hands forward, with himself as the center of the circle, phantoms that kept interlacing appeared around him.

Alfred asked: "Is this recording the battle report?"

"Well, the war between gods and gods is different from the war between humans and gods. The weakness of the returned gods can be seen with the naked eye, and the decline of various abilities of the church in this era is also a fact.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I need to update and collect the latest actual data to make preparations for the next Knights of Order's departure. "

"Need help?"

"certainly."

Alfred put away "Light of New Order" and stretched out his hands. The posture of the two of them seemed to be playing together on the same piano.

What vented out from all around was a sea of ​​spirit that was so dense that it was almost suffocating.

A huge eye of order slowly emerged from above.

When it is about to start, in order to observe the battlefield situation more comprehensively, Dickno reminded through the spiritual bridge:

"Be careful not to look directly at God."

"It's okay, the young master is not far away, he will resist the pressure from the outer gods for his devout followers."

"Have you forgotten, the young master is beside the high priest."

"It's fine."

"Oh, I see."

The Eye of Order opened and began to observe the battlefield unscrupulously.

In front, Morbitten turned his head first and saw that huge eye.

The high priest sitting in the wheelchair just asked softly:

"your people?"

Karen leaned over and replied, "Yes, the high priest."

"Observe and remember to make a report."

"The Knights will be synchronized."

"Um."

At this time, with 36 crystal giants rising from the ground, the night was torn apart in one fell swoop.

Under the shattered night sky, the Goddess of the Night's appearance was no longer exquisite and dignified, showing a sinful emaciation.

This is her true appearance now. The barrier of an era has already tortured those gods who were once high above like hungry ghosts crawling out of hell.

Alfred: "It seems that goddesses also need makeup."

Dickno asked back: "Shouldn't the goddess also need to eat?"

"Are the 36 crystal giants the same set in history??"

"That's right, it is the work of the God of Crystal. He once carved 36 statues of guards himself. Half of them were broken during the War of Gods. There should be a lot of wear and tear in this era. The reason why they are all there now should be the Sect of the Crystal God. It took a lot of painstaking effort and expense to temporarily make up for the replacement."

"Good stuff."

"That's right, but it shouldn't be used like this. They are still inexperienced and underestimated the means of gods, especially... the main god."

The skinny goddess looked indifferent, she gently raised her hand, and the shattered and fallen darkness began to melt into the body of the crystal giant, as if dyed with ink, for a while, half of the crystal giant turned black.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

The roar of the giant continued, and the black crystal giant began to attack all around indiscriminately. There was a large-scale commotion in the Crystal God Cult's position.

The priest began to chant, and the huge priest phantoms exuded holy light, intending to purify the pollution of the crystal giant.

No way, these 36 guardian statues are extremely important to the Crystal God Cult in terms of symbolic meaning and practical value.

Dickno made an unbelievable voice: "Is their commander a fool? He didn't cut off the transmission of divine pollution in time, and tried to eliminate the pollution on the battlefield facing the gods."

Alfred reminded: "You'd better use more metaphors that people can understand now, the young master needs to use your battle report analysis to strengthen the influence on the Knights."

"This behavior is equivalent to performing neurosurgery on the back of a galloping horse."

"Understood, then, what about the consequences?"

"It will be splashed all over." Dickno had a clear anger in his emotions, "It will be a waste, it will be a waste, it is not that there is no chance to fight, at least, it can consume the gods to be extremely weak, but now it seems that it will be directly Free."

The situation on the battlefield was indeed developing according to Dickno's deduction. Not only did the summoned priest colossi not succeed in purifying the crystal giant, but they were also stained black.

Immediately, black spots appeared on the faces of more than half of the priests in the priest army, spit out blood, and their spirits were listless.

This is tantamount to directly paralyzing the endurance of an army. You must know that the essence of the war between humans and gods is that ants kill elephants, and it is never a fair duel.

The Crystal God Sect began to take the initiative to attack, trying to push away the threat of God, just like a person instinctively stretches out his hand to push away the things in front of him when he is under duress. This is also the way of thinking on the normal battlefield.

However, with the long howl from the Goddess of the Night's throat, the formation masters in the middle of the legion covered their heads and began to scream, but now, there is no priest's blessing.

In the middle of the advancing legion, there was a disconnect and a breach.

The goddess' body disappeared from the original place, and then, the second night fell, it landed on this breach.

"boom!"

The bloody night was like a tsunami, completely dividing the army. Unlike the Knights of Order's battles, which were full of swords and knives, this Crystal Army was really too immature even though it was condensed from the Crystal God Sect.

Just like the exhaustion in a tug-of-war, the operation mode of the legion collapsed, and the legion fell into disarray as a whole. In front of the main god... it was equivalent to being slaughtered.

The endless night quickly devoured the package, not letting any priests or monsters go, and even the spar of the magic crystal cannon lost its energy fluctuations after the darkness shrouded it.

And these lives, these resources, all turned into the gradually restored luster on the face of the goddess.

She is using her soul to put on makeup for herself.

Alfred: "You said that this Crystal Legion is not inferior to a Knights of Order."

Dicknow: "From a personnel standpoint, even more than that."

"But that's it, it's gone." Alfred was a little shocked, "Neo has never lost money so easily in stocks."

"The command system is not good, and the Knights of Order will not be organized like this. When the middle section is broken through, there should be a cavalry battalion to suicidally delay the goddess and give the entire legion a chance to reintegrate."

"It's a bit complicated." Alfred, "But the essence is to use human life to pile it up? Moreover, it has to be piled up meticulously, rigorously and scientifically."

"I call it—the art of dying."

...

The God of Thunder's body was covered with damaged armor, and every step he took created a field of thunder.

Under His strong oppression, the Black Rock Legion had to continuously erect absolute rock wall defenses, but the towering and solid city walls could not resist the roaring world-destroying thunder at all, and were pierced again and again.

However, as the God of Thunder continued to advance, the environment around the God also changed. The ancient execution platform appeared, and the sense of crisis that even the God of Thunder could feel was coming.

Dickno: "The God of Black Rock once served as an executioner in the light camp for a period of time, and was responsible for executing the gods of the enemy camp. What we see now is the god-killing formation created by the God of Black Rock. It's reproduced."

The shackles all over the sky rolled down, and the God of Thunder bent down. It was obvious that He was under terrible pressure.

A set of instruments of torture engraved with special runes appeared, clinging to the body of the god and further restricting it.

Layers of barriers blocked all directions. The God of Thunder began to exert strength, but just as he straightened up a little, he was forced to bend again.

Above the sky, a huge gap appeared, and a world began to dislocate at this time, like a guillotine in the world, facing the neck of a god, it crashed down.

"boom!"

Dazzling lights flashed, and countless Razers danced wildly.

Alfred: "The effect is obvious."

Dickno: "It's pointless. They didn't prepare the sacrificial sacrificial sword in time. I also have the same army-level spells in the Knights of Order. At this time, there should be enough shield players with the most vitality to sacrifice themselves , into the final blow, in order to bring out the real killing effect."

The effect of restraint in the early stage was very good, but the final attack only scratched a white mark on the neck of the Thunder God, which could not even break through the flesh.

And with the anger of the god, the previous bondage began to break, and the god who regained his freedom raised his right hand, and a spear of thunder condensed in the palm of his hand.

"Buzz!"

Thunder poured in, and the spear was thrown, piercing through the wall barrier, and piercing into the central area of ​​the legion.

The terrifying thunder began to overwhelm the living beings, and the establishment of the Black Rock Legion began to disintegrate. The God of Thunder raised his arms and roared, and countless phantoms of thunder monsters overflowed from his body, quickly rushed to the entire battlefield, and began to devour.

Those phantoms became more and more solid during the devouring process, and later, after being full, they would return to the body of the god, strengthening the bones and flesh of the god.

The other battlefield was shrouded in a hurricane at this time. However, sparks were scattered all over the hurricane, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

The background of the Storm God Sect is stronger than that of the other two. As the Son of God, Siborian has the memory fragments of the gods of the last era, so his command ability is also better, and his quality is infinitely close to that of the commander of the First Knights of Order.

The God of Underworld Fire is also roaring and angry. Obviously, when the other two main gods are already enjoying a big meal, the lag here may lead to the risk of food being robbed.

Therefore, the fusion of lava and hurricane began to accelerate further, and sparks kept falling through the hurricane barrier, and the body of any priest who fell on it would start to burn.

The huge legion seemed to be playing a random game of revolver, and the oppressive atmosphere was pervasive, but for now, they can still hold on.

This finally gained recognition from Dickno:

"Storm Legion, the fight is not bad..."

However, before the words were finished, a small blue monster appeared above the podium where Siberian was, resembling an owl in shape.

Along with its flight, a blue cyclone appeared.

Siberian took out a golden scroll from his arms, and after cutting his palm, let his own blood completely soak the scroll.

The scroll was activated, and the cyclone above was brought down, engulfing the podium.

Siberian stretched his arms and stood up behind his back. It was not his own image, but the branch god of the storm—Walf.

The phantom of Walf said: "Great God of Underworld Fire, I am very happy for your return, and hereby offer a sacrifice. Please extradite me for your friendship with my lord."

A response came from the endless lava:

"make a deal."

A giant arm of lava blasted towards the boundary of the ice sheet, creating a shattered scar. Although the shattered scar is still recovering, it is far from enough to support the passage of a god, and even an ordinary teleportation formation cannot be connected, but it has a special Siberian, whose method was only an inheritor, took this opportunity to lead a group of high-level storm storms around him, using the cyclone as a carrier, to forcibly penetrate the tiny gap, taking great risks to penetrate out.

Although life and death are unknown, they left after all, leaving the ice field.

And the Storm Legion, which was still supporting well under the pressure of God, entered collapse after a short period of silence.

Probably, no army can keep the will to fight after watching its commanders flee collectively?

The God of Underworld Fire finally got the same treatment as the other two, and began to melt and absorb all the priests below with hot magma.

The three main gods are all eating.

Karen bent down and whispered in the high priest's ear, "That son of god, you are really shameless."

The high priest waved his hand indifferently: "Not only the Son of God, but also shameless gods, I saw many of them in the last era."

"When you say that, I'm a little bit disillusioned with God."

"When you are far away, you will feel mysterious and hazy. After standing together and facing each other, it will be like that. Look at the three of them now, don't they look like three hungry and crazy dogs?"

"Yes, they ate it, it's really delicious."

"This is because they are trapped here and cannot get out. My Lord's barrier was spread to the entire ice sheet by Milogal. Otherwise, if they really want to descend, each of them can enjoy the souls of a continent."

"Great Priest, I'm worried that if they continue to eat, will there be any accidents?"

"No, let them eat for a while. It's best to eat clean. At the same time, we should also reserve a little more time for the other side. The last movement in the Garden of Life made some guys who hid deeply start to be unable to hold back. I need a tap."

"Why didn't the God of Order isolate them?"

"Some were hidden too early, and the changes after the era were foreseen in advance, and they were hidden too deeply, and some leftover methods were richer, and they did not hesitate to descend to the gods, but also kept their true self to wait for the opportunity.

How many perfect things are there in this world?

However, they can't make any waves. They used to be mice, and after an era, they can't become lions.

The first batch of main gods, we will cook;

The gods who returned in the middle period will be taken care of by the gods;

The most difficult and powerful ones are the last batch of returning era overlords.

Unfortunately, we were gone by then. "

The high priest reached out and grabbed Karen's wrist:

"Your burden is heavy."

...

"Wow woof!"

"Stupid dog, what's wrong meow?"

Kevin started screaming in one direction, then lowered his head, signaling Pu'er to put his back on his back, and then it jumped up and disappeared from the spot.

In the study, Old Huofen said, "Crypt."

Diss nodded, picked up the book, and disappeared from the same place.

The Cult of Order arranged the teleportation array network here very thoughtfully. Of course, it is not in the territory of Luojia City, but in the next door city, but this distance is nothing at all, it will arrive in the blink of an eye, and this teleportation array The transmission network connecting the entire Order of God has also been opened with the highest authority.

Kevin, who was carrying Pu'er, came to the crypt, and not long after, Diss also walked out of the formation.

The central city, which was originally the most prosperous in the crypt, has now become a huge sunken cave, and an unknown number of residents living here have been sucked into it and become the first round of sacrifices in the crypt.

However, Diss found that he seemed to be late.

Above the crypt, there are 5 tombstones suspended. These tombstones had been standing in the temple, but they were moved to the office of the temple to help the "lost high priest" town house a while ago.

The chief guard of the temple is also here. He raised his head, looked at Diss who was approaching, and said:

"You're here."

Diss didn't look at the head of the temple, but set his eyes on the five ancient tombstones.

The last time he went to the temple to take revenge, these tombstones issued a warning, but he did not wake up, and chose to ignore it.

At this time, old voices came from inside the tombstone one after another:

"Boy Inmeles, you can go, you don't need to worry about it here."

"If he dares to come out and respond to the ice field, we will crawl out of our graves too."

"Even if the era has not completed the change, even if He comes out, he is not the main god!"

"Hey, we can spell him!"

Diss is more familiar with the tombstone in the center, because it was in front of this tombstone that he took out the heart of the oracle. The sound from this tombstone is also very crisp, even somewhat random:

"Young people don't worry, let us old people die first."