I am God!

Chapter 130 Divine Art Items and Cursed Colossi

A side hall of the Sky Temple.

There are no statues of gods, nor altars for priests.

The center of the hall is empty, and in the center of the wall hangs a famous work by Heinsay - "Blood of King Power", which is engraved with the picture of the wise king Laidlich granting the wisdom and power to the sons of the first king. The murals use new colored pottery paintings.

This place is more like a meeting hall, with long back chairs close to the wall, and the priests from various temples are sitting on them and chatting with each other.

They are all wearing priest's burqa, and their brand marks also show which one of the nine temples they come from.

A group of people took advantage of the fact that the chief priest of the Sky Temple, Sang De'an, had not yet arrived, so they spoke very casually, and even made insulting remarks.

"There is actually a method on how to become a third-level priest. Where did he come from?" A spiritual priest from the Temple of Iron was full of doubts.

"It's impossible, he created it himself!" The priest who spoke was full of ridicule.

"I knew he still had reservations. The things he gave us back then were not perfect." Someone stood up angrily, as if his things had been stolen by Sunderan.

"You lowly slave, you have hidden everything that the gods have given us. It belongs to Heinsay, and it is something given to us by saints and living beings." Emotions were aroused, and some of the people present immediately uttered Bad words.

"I don't understand why Saint Stan would choose such a person to be the heir to his will." Someone sighed.

At this time, footsteps came from the corridor outside, so the voice in the side hall gradually became smaller.

All eyes turned to the door.

Several servants of the gods opened the door, and Sang De'an's figure appeared in front of them. He was wearing a sacred burqa with nine ritual marks, looking sacred and dignified.

only.

The slave brand exposed on the neck makes people feel awkward no matter how they look at it.

Sang De'an stopped at the door and looked at everyone.

No matter how disdainful they were, everyone present stood up and saluted Sang De'an.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Sander'an's mouth, and he turned his head towards the highest seat of the high priest.

"I do have the method of how to become a third-level curse-seal priest, but this is not the power given to me by saints and envoys."

"This!"

"It is the power I found myself, and the future I explored."

"I'm not going to hand over my things to you greedy and selfish fat worms."

As he walked, he spoke.

"Actually, you don't have to put on a show here."

"I know what you are thinking, and I heard what you just said."

"We are enemies. We have had many conflicts. I have tried my best to suppress you, and you have killed people I cherish."

"so."

"There is really no need for us to pretend to be the same people here."

"We hate each other so much, but we can't kill each other directly. It's really disgusting to get together."

He spoke more and more smoothly, and the hatred in his words was undoubtedly revealed.

The people present were also stunned. Everyone knew it was true, but no one dared to say it directly.

Isn't this a naked tearing off the fig leaf between them, and showing the infighting and ugliness among the priests in front of people?

Sang De'an ignored it, and he directly started to talk about the reason why he invited other people this time.

"We hate each other so much, but I still invite you this time."

"Because of."

"Recently, I gradually figured out one thing."

"Saint Stan asked me to bring the power of dreams and creation to the kingdom of Hinnsay. He hoped that I would bring this power to all the Sanye people, but not to you."

"Yes."

"People like you are not worthy of the power bestowed by God."

"The sun of the new era cannot tolerate you fat worms in the dark ravine."

The group of priests couldn't bear it anymore, they got down from their seats, or pointed at Sandean and yelled.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Sunderan? Are you crazy?"

"You slave of unknown origin, a humble person who claims to be the heir to the will of the saints, what right do you have to reprimand those of us with noble blood."

The crowd suddenly became restless, and everyone stood up directly.

They couldn't believe it, and stared at Sunderan.

How dare he, how dare he say that?

Sang De'an sat directly on the seat of the chief priest, and looked at the stunned temple priests sitting on both sides of his hands.

The contemptuous smile on his face became stronger and stronger, and his eyes became sharper little by little.

"How dare you? I can be bolder."

"Don't you want the power of Tier [-]?"

"That's it."

"Come and feel it!"

The shadow of the Sealed Spirit appeared beside Sang De'an, and the powerful spiritual coercion directly shrouded the palace, and several priests who lacked strength were even directly knocked to the ground.

Sang De'an, who was sitting on the main seat, clapped his hands, and immediately saw that the doors and windows were automatically closed.

In an instant, the entire side hall turned into darkness, only Sang De'an and them were left.

The light and shadow of the cursed spirit illuminated half of Sunder'an's side face, revealing cold eyes and killing intent.

The more low-key and peaceful people are, the more decisive and unstoppable they are when they make decisions and explode.

This is the case with Sunderan at the moment.

Only then did everyone really feel that something was wrong. It seemed that the humble slave in front of him was really going to attack them.

Moreover, they also discovered that the people present were the leaders of the forces who attacked Sang De'an before, and they were all Sang De'an's enemies.

The leader among them is the current patriarch of the Tito family.

None of the other priests, such as the Temple of Tao and the Temple of Ice, came, obviously they were not invited.

They just thought that the other party was late, but now it seems that all Sandean can invite are his sworn enemies, just to catch them all.

"This lunatic really wants to attack us."

"You can't sit still."

"Kill him and rush out."

More than a dozen second-level priests of the spirit world shot at Sang De'an at the same time, and each weapon was controlled by spiritual power to attack him sitting on the chief seat.

But as soon as the curse-sealed spirit raised his hand, a spiritual barrier completely blocked the opponent's attack.

Spiritual power activates the power of the transformed spirit body, which is completely different from that of the second level.

Sang De'an showed a confident look on his face: "The Spirit of the Curse Seal, Mud Form."

In an instant, the imprint of the magic law in the body of the curse-sealed spirit erupted with earthy gray light.

Turbulent silt poured down from a height, covering the entire room.

Everyone was instantly engulfed in mud and swallowed.

The second-level priests of the spirit world need rituals to use the strongest power. At this moment, when they compete with the third-level priests of the curse seal, they show the difference between heaven and earth.

Sang De'an watched these disgusting and disgusting enemies struggling in the mud in the past, without the slightest pity in his eyes.

"let me go!"

"Sang Dean, what are you doing?"

"Do you know the consequences of what you did? You broke the rules, and we are the noblest people in the kingdom."

"You can't do anything to us, we are the vassals of King Henir, and we are the pillars of the kingdom."

Sang Dean smiled, without any scruples.

"The previous me really couldn't do anything, because I was part of you."

"But now, it's different."

"From today onwards, I am no longer the head priest of the Sky Temple."

Now that he has no burden at all, he is too lazy to talk about the rules with these people.

Sang De'an vented all his hatred and hatred for so many years. He is not a scheming person, and he can't play the so-called politics and scheming.

What he can do is to punish these people in his own way.

"So I don't need to talk about rules with people like you, because we have never been the same way."

"You calculated me time and time again, framed me time and time again, and shot people around me, killing my followers."

"Do you think I've forgotten everything?"

"No!"

"I keep it all in my heart."

"Dirty and ugly fat worms like you, go to death!"

Sunderan produced a matryoshka doll from the sleeve of her burqa.

With a wave of his gloves, the dolls were untied one by one, and they floated in front of him.

The spirit of the seal killed these priests one by one in front of his face.

then.

The mythical blood was extracted from their bodies.

Mythical blood cannot be used if it is not a voluntary gift of power. Mythical blood with a curse is like poison.

But Sang De'an didn't want to use their mythical blood to integrate into himself at all. He took away their mythical blood and integrated their power into the matryoshka doll to make a cursed doll.

The people present were completely frightened and collapsed by this horrible and bloody scene.

They never imagined that the slave who usually only likes to bury in the pile of books and doesn't talk much is so determined and ruthless at this moment.

Howling and crying, they begged Sandean to let him go.

"Let me go!"

"I was wrong, Sanderan, I was really wrong."

"We won't fight you again."

Some people even shouted: "Why don't you use such a powerful power in advance? How dare we fight against you."

The blood of the myth turned into a stream of light and fell into the pottery puppet. The imprint of the magic law that had been engraved in the pottery puppet lit up, and it became alive from the original dead thing.

One by one, the priests present all became the cursed pottery puppets made by Sang De'an.

Sang De'an created the second magic item in this world.

The first one is the sacred boat created by the messenger of God, Sheila, and it is from this that Sand'an's idea comes from.

Only the combination of the power of the third level and the imprint of the magic law can create such a strange thing.

Such a powerful force makes people completely irresistible, and the danger is so powerful that it fascinates people, so it appears extremely terrifying and infiltrating.

"ended."

Under the power of the curse-sealed spirit, more than a dozen second-order spirit world priests were killed in an instant.

Matryoshka dolls are put on one by one, and finally merged into one doll.

While the curse-sealed pottery puppet transforms among clay figurines, pottery figurines, and stone figurines, it also keeps growing in size.

finally.

It was finalized into a stone colossus over 30 meters in size.

The soaring stone colossus broke through the roof of the palace, and even the stone of the palace was swallowed up by it and became a part of the body.

The colossus leaped out of it and headed down the mountain.

Such fierce fighting and movement erupted from the Sky Temple, of course, also attracted the attention of the God Servant City, and the royal court guards immediately blocked the God Servant City.

However, they did not expect that the head priest of the Sky Temple and the curse-sealed colossus under his control were oncoming.

Sang De'an led Haru to stand on the shoulders of the giant statue, and walked down from the Sky Temple step by step.

Although the huge size cannot be compared with the former Luhe giant monster, it is still extremely terrifying.

Everyone in the Sky Temple and the God's Servant City looked at the giant statue in shock. The crowds on the streets of the God's Servant City surged, and the crowd ran to the corner screaming in horror.

Even the guards of the royal court on the city wall were scared back again and again, and no one dared to stop him.

Immediately afterwards, King Henir in the palace was also alarmed.

King Henir came to Sunder'an under the protection of the priests of the guards. He looked at the cursed giant statue in shock, and then looked at Sunder'an.

"My High Priest, what happened?"

Sang De'an still respects this king very much.

"Great King of Sinnsay, I am leaving."

King Henir suddenly understood something, he sighed: "Why is this necessary?"

Sunderan bowed and saluted: "So, I let you down."

"A person like me is not suitable to be a servant priest of the Sky Temple."

"Not to mention."

"Become the priest of the sky who is the head of the priests."

He looked at King Henir: "I have failed your trust and entrustment, please forgive me."

"However, I have already brought the power of the ceremony to Hince, and donated it to this kingdom without any privacy. You don't need me anymore for the rest."

"Next, I'm going to do what I really should do."

King Henir still wanted to keep him, but Sang De'an did not respond.

The colossus descended step by step from the mountain, and finally walked away along the edge of the holy lake towards the vast land in the distance.

Shoulders of Colossus.

The child asked Sunderan: "Master Sunderan, where are we going?"

Sunderan told him: "I want to build a place that belongs to us, a sacred temple of knowledge and truth, a paradise of truth regardless of identity, bloodline, or origin."

"The power of priests is no longer a place that a certain family, a certain person, or every kingdom can control."

"there."

"Everyone is proud of having more knowledge, they are exploring the path of power and strength, and they are looking for the secrets of this world."

After hearing this, the child's eyes were full of yearning and curiosity: "What's the name of that place?"

Sunderan also smiled: "Maybe it's called some kind of college, maybe it's called some kind of castle, maybe it's called some kind of tower."

"Any name."

"His essence will not change. It is a place to impart knowledge and ideals."

Sunderan finally understood.

He was a scholar, a man who spread the ideals and ideals of the saints.

From the very beginning, it was impossible for him to associate with those nobles and dignitaries.

He turned his head and looked towards the blurred holy mountain behind him.

"perhaps."

"I shouldn't have been here in the first place."

He finally broke free and set foot on his own path.

In front of the royal palace in the City of Servants, King Henir looked at the giant statue at the end of the sky, and Sang De'an who was going away.

His eyes moved slightly, and he asked the attendant beside him, "Did I do something wrong?"

The attendant knelt on the ground, not daring to answer at all.

(End of this chapter)