Chapter 927 God’s Funeral (6)

In the depths of the crypt, there was a chaotic sound, like the murmur from the throat of a hangover, heralding the imminent awakening.

The five tombstones that were originally floating began to land one by one, and each time it fell, there was a strong roar.

This kind of behavior seems to be not at all worried that the other party will wake up because of this, no, it is because he is afraid that the other party will continue to pretend to be asleep!

Every tombstone in the Temple of Order is a long inheritance, and it belongs to the foundation of the religion, and this way of existence is actually very similar to the ice phoenix Panlor who was waking up on the ice field at the same time.

They are suffering, they are suffering, they are eager to get relief quickly, but they are bound by the sense of responsibility and mission of inheritance, and they can't waste it like this, unless they can find a suitable reason and opportunity.

When Diss made a big disturbance in the temple last time, he gave a more suitable opportunity, but Diss is a follower of order, so they endured it after all.

The oracle had begged them hard, hoping that they could take action to maintain the majesty of the temple, and their refusal made it even more difficult.

Raniedale did not turn into a human form, but silently carried Pu'er a little away.

It is very clear that if the person deep in the crypt really wakes up next, what will happen here will be an extremely tragic battle.

Even if it is it, you have to stay away from this kind of excitement, because it may burn its dog hair.

Not to mention anything else, just the essence of each tombstone is comparable to a secondary artifact. Of course, the artifact is not that cheap, and it is impossible to mass-produce it, but the premise of these tombstones is...one-time use.

Once these guys climbed out of the tomb, they didn't intend to lie back in full!

Pu'er stood up and poked out the cat's head. The amber eyes of the cat were full of curiosity. The first thing an explorer cared about was never his own life or death, but an attractive novelty.

The guard of the temple flew to Diss' side. Although he could feel Diss ignoring him, he still reminded:

"Here, let's leave it to the elders."

Diss finally looked at him and asked, "Where are you going?"

Facing the response from Diss, the chief guard of the temple was a little flattered in his heart. He smiled bitterly and said, "Go to a safe place."

"Then what?"

"The elder said, queue up and wait to die." The chief guard of the temple frowned slightly, and corrected himself, "Queue up and die."

Diss nodded, indicating that he understood, but he still stood where he was, without moving.

Seeing this, the chief guard of the temple stopped persuading him, and a starburst appeared in front of him, he stepped into it, and then disappeared.

There were no outsiders around, and Old Hoffin's voice came from the book in Diss' hands: "Old man, I found that after returning from the Garden of Life, you have become a little depressed."

Diss didn't speak.

Old Huofen sighed and said with emotion: "People are contradictory. When you open a book, what is written between the lines is also full of contradictions. Sometimes, we don't have to think too complicatedly. Worry, we just need to be clear about what we want to do."

Diss tapped lightly on the cover of the book, feeling some unevenness, and asked:

"what happened?"

"Pull out something and gave it to my student. It's a student, not a grandson. That strange monster, hehe, he is planning to write a book called "The Light of the New Order."

"It's so generous."

"Not really. When I thought that "Light of the New Order" was written with scraps of principles, I found it very interesting, and I couldn't help being happy."

"It doesn't matter what the cover of a book is. People who really read the book don't care. Only after reading it, turn from the end page to the back, will they feel and touch it with their hearts."

"Have you figured it out? Then you, do you still blame him?"

"It's still weird. He should have made it clear in the doctrine earlier."

"If our grandson is here at this time, if he tells you that 'a true believer in order will naturally understand his mission at a critical moment', then how should you respond?"

"My grandson, that's right."

Inside and outside the crypt, the invisible confrontation has already begun. This is a struggle of courage and faith.

But in the end, the murmurs in the depths of the crypt gradually subsided, and even the surrounding sand, gravel and dust began to be sucked over a large area for backfilling.

From within the five tombstones, violent abuse was heard immediately:

"damn it!"

"Dry!"

"coward!"

"It's really despicable!"

"Is this also worthy of being the former main god?"

It was hard to imagine that these swear words came from a group of people who were higher in status and respected than the elders of the temple.

Perhaps the God of the Crypt felt that the time was not yet ripe, perhaps because he thought that even if he took action himself, it would be difficult to respond to the situation on the ice sheet, and perhaps he judged that the current awakening might be redeemed by the background of the Cult of Order...

In short, he was discouraged.

The aloof Lord God lowered his head in front of the human beings who dared to die.

This naturally made the existence under the high-spirited tombstone very dissatisfied, which meant that they still needed to continue to bear the mission and responsibility to survive.

Old Huofen laughed: "Hehehe, Diess, this is really ridiculous, isn't it?"

Diss replied:

"Probably, this is why order can tolerate him staying here."

...

The feast on the Panrol Icefield is drawing to a close.

The god of hellfire ate the slowest, causing many priests of the storm army to be plundered by the other two main gods.

This scene is like three children competing for delicious snacks.

Fortunately, they have a tacit understanding with each other, knowing that this is not a big supplement, so they will not fight each other.

The high priest sitting in the wheelchair frowned slightly and said, "I'm a little disappointed."

Karen: "It's those guys, don't they dare to come out?"

"The tail poked out quietly from the dormant cave, but after a little cold, it shrank back in fright."

"That's troublesome."

"Yeah, you have to leave an extra eye slit to stare at them all the time, so that you can't focus on the door."

"Can it be dug out in advance?" Karen asked, "I mean, actively."

"It's not worth it, and it's not worth it." The high priest waved his hand, and then leaned forward, as if he was going to get up from the wheelchair, but just halfway through this action, he sat back again, smiling and laughing , "Hehehe..."

"What are you laughing at?"

"Suddenly I had a very interesting idea. I just did this. I might feel sorry for Ogurev. If he regained consciousness, he would probably shout 'this is not fair'!"

"Great priest, the subordinates didn't understand."

The high priest pointed to the distant sky: "I will give you the most precious experience opportunity in this world, do you want it?"

"want."

Karen gave an affirmative answer without the slightest hesitation.

"Very good." The high priest spread out his right hand, "Hand."

Karen put his left hand on the high priest's right hand. It wasn't warm or fat, but it was cold with raw bones.

The high priest slowly closed his eyes, and Karen also closed his eyes.

The souls of the two met at this time.

It's just that the soul of the high priest didn't take the initiative to come over, but let go of his defense and let himself approach.

Morbitten didn't think there was anything at first, but when he noticed a strong soul breath coming from the two, he suddenly thought of one thing, that is, the high priest is the inheritor of Tiranus, And Karen's soul can be connected with the high priest?

The chief guard's cognition... No, it's because his imagination is limited. He can only sigh in his mind: How terrifying is this young man's soul power?

The voice of the great priest sounded from the depths of the soul, and at the same time echoed above the sky.

The phantom of a cross is looming.

Frozen Knight Sigman said: "Tiranus, even if they just ate something, it is no surprise that we want to drag them to die together."

The undead knight Milogal said: "You have already helped Ogurev once, so you don't need to take action this time, save it for the next time."

Holy Light Knight Luftina smiled and said, "Although I really want to see you up close, I still feel very bad."

Tiranus: "This time, I didn't plan to make a move, I believe in your strength; that time I helped Ogurev because he had to face two gods of life.

It's just that I need to ask you for a favor. There is a young man with good talent in the church. You can feel the atmosphere of God of War, which will be very helpful for his growth. "

Luftina: "Is he the child of your inheritor?"

Tyranus: "No."

"Hehe, I'm not interested in raising a child I don't know, no matter how talented he is."

Milogal asked: "You are not afraid of overdrawing his potential. If you are really talented, don't rush at this time. After the era changes, he can get better development."

"Won't."

Milogal looked away, obviously, he was not interested either.

According to the tradition of the last era, the tasks issued by Tiranus will inevitably be implemented and executed, because in many cases what Tiranus represents is the will of the Lord.

It's just that everyone has the right not to be enthusiastic or proactive, and then wait for Tiranus to appoint them by name.

Siguman shook his head and said: "It's been an era, and you are still so ignorant, forget it, there is no need to specially assign it, let me do it."

Tyranus responded, "Congratulations."

"Thank you for entrusting me with such an honorable mission, Tiranus. I really didn't expect that the first thing I would do after returning from such a long time of torture was to take my children with me."

On the cross, a ray of black luster was released from Tiranus' brow, which was Karen's soul consciousness, and he was sent to Siguman.

On the ice field, the order logistics supply base is still safe here, and there are also many priests. Everyone looks up to the sky, like ants looking up at a drama performance on a human stage.

Therefore, although communication and teleportation are cut off now, at least here, there are no secrets.

Di Kenuo said: "The high priest wants the young master to experience the experience of Mr. Diss being possessed by my lord not long ago."

"Yes, that's right." Alfred opened "New Order Light" again, "I will record this moment, and after the things here are over and I leave the ice field, I will be responsible for publicizing this matter Go out and let everyone in the whole teaching know that the young master is not only recognized by the high priest, but also recognized by the adults of my teaching, and is personally supported by the adults."

"What's the point of doing this?"

"Make sure Krede acts as the High Priest, and will always be an agent."

"No, what I mean is, if the young master reveals his true identity, then Kreid wouldn't even dare to claim the title of agent. He used to be worried about High Priest Norton, but now, you've said it all, Tiranus seems to be Already know."

"Then guess why the high priest didn't announce it? What exciting news is this?"

"Oh I see."

"The God of Order who has returned long ago, the God of Order who is already ready to take over, is my Order God Cult. So far, the most important hole card, this card must be played last, for the best effect."

"You're right."

...

Karen opened his eyes. He himself is still standing on the ice field, on the side of the high priest's wheelchair, but his soul consciousness has come to Siguman's frozen kingdom of God.

This place is a dead land of silence. Compared with this place, the whipman's office environment is like a miniature igloo built by savages in the snow field.

A voice sounded from above, with disdain and pride. Of course, this emotion was not aimed at anyone deliberately.

"Kid, you choose one."

Karen slowly raised his head and looked upwards. He was instinctively seeking to echo the master of this divine kingdom, just like looking at someone's face when talking to someone. This is polite.

"Um?"

The disdain and pride in the voice faded, Siguman expressed doubts, he seemed to have noticed something was wrong.

In the Kingdom of God, a cold wind blew up, as if the vision was blurred, I breathed on the window and wiped it again, in order to see more clearly.

Under the wind and snow blowing, a huge sculptural figure appeared behind Karen, shielding Karen from the invasion of the soul level.

"Huh?"

The voice of doubt intensified further.

The wind and snow suddenly became bigger at this moment, probably because he felt that he was not looking carefully enough, no, it should be because he felt that his eyes were dazzled, so he continued to wipe vigorously unwillingly.

If you know this posture, you know that Karen was sent in for a trial. If you don't know, you may mistakenly think that the high priest is trying to kill someone with a knife, and let Karen be buried in this frozen kingdom of God.

"Roar!"

Hunger was angry, he thought he was offended, chains of order overflowed from Hunger, trying to confine this space and block the wind and snow.

"ah?"

Sigman was surprised in disbelief, which meant that he was finally sure that he was not dazzled.

"Boom!"

The ice layer under Karen's feet began to rise rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he was at the highest position in the most central area of ​​the Kingdom of God.

When Karen looked back, he also found a Frozen Throne behind him.

In the distance below, Siguman's figure appeared on the ice. Like an ordinary ascetic believer, he walked out of the snowstorm and came to the Supreme Supreme.

I saw him fold his arms in front of his chest, leaned over and said sincerely:

"Praise the great God of Order."

The address was not "my lord", which meant that Siguman already knew Karen's identity and made a clear distinction.

The one sitting at the junction of the epochs is the Lord they follow; the one in front of them is the next generation of the God of Order and the appointed successor of the Lord.

Karen also crossed her arms and saluted in return:

"Praise the great order. I am not your god. Your god is still in heaven. You belong to him and belong to order."

Siguman smiled and said: "No, great god, I think, this is probably an excuse made by Tiranus not wanting to kneel down and salute you."

"I don't think so."

"It must be so, Tiranus, always likes to find some ways that others cannot do, to deliberately show the special relationship between him and the Lord, so as to distinguish us from us."

Karen suddenly felt a little familiar with this kind of behavior and psychology.

"Great God, I am extremely honored to have such an opportunity to experience a battle with you."

Siguman saluted again.

Karen: "It's even more of a pleasure for me."

"Unfortunately, the battle with you can only be limited to this time."

"Don't regret it, you have followed him and seen all the scenery."

Siguman asked: "Great God, did you communicate with Tiranus in this way?"

"Yes."

Siguman said a little angrily: "I bet he will die of happiness."

"I think our delay is a bit long, and I'm worried that something will happen outside."

"No, great god, you don't have to worry, time can be frozen in the kingdom of God, the rebellious dragon god once gave me the time apple, and we all shared a part of it, so we were able to help my master isolate the era.

When I discovered your unusualness, I deployed the power of time in the Kingdom of God. "

"Will it consume a lot?"

"We're on the brink of decay, we're... out of time.

But the last bit of time can be spent on you, and I think it's worth it.

Great God, please choose your target of battle. Although the ending must be my death with him, I will try my best to show you a complete process. "

"The God of Thunder."

"Follow the will of God."

The next moment, Karen's perspective began to change. His eyesight and perception gradually synchronized with Siguman's. He even clearly experienced the power above the godhead.

This feeling is hard to describe in words, and it is a little scary, because you will worry that after the end, you will not be able to face your true self.

"Panrol."

The ice phoenix flew over and turned into a battle suit to cover Siguman's body.

Siguman raised his hand, and in the logistics supply base, a bronze box was opened, and a long spear was summoned to fly out, quickly grew in size, and fell into Siguman's hands. This is his exclusive artifact: [Polar Spear 】.

Immediately afterwards, Siguman, who was in sharp armor, faced the God of Thunder and said:

"I—one of the 12 knights under the Great God of Order, Sigman the Frozen, challenge Thunder!"

Luftina wondered: "Sigman, do you need to be so formal?"

Milogal asked curiously: "Even if you are the illegitimate son of the inheritor of Tiranus, you don't have to show face like this?"

Sigman glanced at Luftina and Milogal with that cold gaze, as if warning, which made them even more bewildered.

The God of Thunder did not agree or refuse. In this environment, He actually had no choice, because the three knights of order clearly planned to drag them to perish together. The process should be meaningless.

Siguman raised his spear, and his voice, like the ice and snow here, covered the panorama:

"The Frozen Knight Siguman is recognized as the strongest among the 12 knights."

The high priest sitting in the wheelchair with his eyes closed, with a smile on his mouth, cursed softly:

"shameless."