Practice origin column

Chapter 82 The Fall of the True God
PS: Thanks to Fusheng Ziyouyao, Jingwhuaaishuixyuex for the reward
fire dance?

Your Lady Queen?

Sikong looked at the charming woman in red in front of him with a charming face and red phoenix eyes that revealed the spirit of spring. He couldn't connect her with the fiery Huo Wu who pointed at his nose and cursed several times.

Besides, the sea of ​​people is vast, even after ten years of big waves washing the sand, the number of contestants has decreased by [-]%, and the remaining people are counted in megabytes.

Sikong had just set foot in the civilization of Middle-earth, how could he meet Huo Wu by such a coincidence!

Unexpectedly, before the more than 300 soldiers protecting Sikong had time to react, Huowu Clarissa walked up to Sikong, and a familiar fragrance of bluegrass overflowed.

Fire Dance Clarissa's lips were as red as blood, and she exhaled hot breath in Sikong's ear. Her voice was like a kitten scratching her heart, and she said like a silk thread——

"The divination priest performed a miracle and said that I would meet an important old friend here. So I rushed here all the way, but I don't know, who are you?"

An old friend?

Sikong's heart skipped a beat, and he was almost certain that the strange woman in front of him was Huo Wu, his classmate who called him a prostitute.

Unexpectedly, in ten years, she actually became the queen of a party, in charge of thousands of troops. The traces of time seemed to have changed Huo Wu a lot.

At this moment, one should measure the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. After all, Sikong has obtained the tears of an angel, and fate has become entangled with the gods. Maybe others want to kill him to gain luck.

Sikong did not admit it, but instead made a careless look: "All living beings, maybe we have met somewhere before, but we meet and part by fate, so why force it."

Fragments of sunlight fell from the top of the snow-capped mountains, illuminating the plains and shining on Sikong's figure.

The vicissitudes of the dragon-patterned armor, the majestic bronze mask, and the rusty sword add a bit of edge to him.

Those Templar knights who only exist in epics seem to be resurrected from the dead at this moment, and walk in the world again.

'This magic stick. '

Huo Wu and Keldis shook their heads helplessly, but when they saw the hundreds of devout believers, their faith became more profound and even shed tears of excitement.

'This powerful ability to bewitch...'

The two frowned, and paid more attention to Sikong in their hearts.

But it was obvious that Huo Wu would not be dissuaded by Sikong's words. Before Huo Wu could speak, Keldis raised the dragon-slaying knife and asked -

"Huowu Clarissa, what do you think of me, Sheng'anbao! Your Aiya City is now besieged on all sides, and there are only three or two flying dragons left. How dare you provoke me, Sheng'anbao!"

Huo Wu's face was charming and charming, but at this moment, when she heard the words, her face was covered with frost, and she didn't give Keerdis a good look: "Your priests of Saint Anbao are gone, I won't beat you Who are you going to fight?! Disagree? Let’s go to war!”

"Battle! Fight! Fight!"

Behind Huo Wu, thousands of troops and horses beat drums together, and the almost condensed evil spirit turned into ferocious beasts in mid-air. The fate of thousands of people was intertwined in one place at this moment.

The power of momentum is unbreakable!

"you!"

Keldis was furious, and a dragon-slaying knife clanked. Even though she didn't open the blade, the overwhelming domineering force became even stronger.

Sikong stood between the two, with the appearance of an old god, his spine was straight, against the vicissitudes of the dragon pattern armor, people couldn't tell the truth from reality.

Those words just now made thousands of troops surrender, which is indeed majestic, but my family knows their own affairs.

With that method, Sikong can only use it four more times at most!
According to the information of the Eye of Origin, the miracle of the tear angel's tears is "to guide the lost believers and spread the light of faith". In other words, it is actually equivalent to a kind of domineering brainwashing.

Forcibly acting on the spirit, transforming the visions of heaven and earth, such as angel phantom, holy light, and gospel, forcibly making the other party surrender, and generating fanatical beliefs.

The essence of religion is vividly expressed by the tears shed by the tearful angel.

Naturally, urging this angel to shed tears requires Sikong's spiritual realm.

Sikong's spiritual domain is indeed very strong. With the help of the master-level mechanical watch Zhou Tianxingchen, he slaughtered the huge spiritual body trapped in the green microstring world.

Pushed his spiritual domain to 30 points, touching the threshold of the three-dimensional realm.

After mobilizing the angel's last tears with all his strength, he even communicated with the sky, and let a war dissipate by himself.

But he was seriously injured!

The body's fire and poison persist, internal organs fester; the spirit is empty, and the jade core is injured.

If it weren't for the fire provided by Master Su Ming, he might not even be able to get out of the wilderness.

Sikong was pretending to be profound here, but Keldis and Huo Wu were almost completely at odds with each other.

Thousands of troops are ready to wait, and the sharpness of St. Ann Fort is on display.

The situation is imminent.

But at this time, a sudden change occurred!

On the boundless blue sky, faint cracks suddenly appeared, spreading from the end of the sky, and in an instant, they covered the entire sky!

The sea of ​​thunder was rolling, the wind was endless, and clusters of heavenly fires that seemed to destroy the world fell, and they hit the earth with the terrifying power of destroying everything!

But the strange thing is that these thunder, sea, wind, and world-destroying sky fire all coincidentally escaped everyone.

It became an epic background.

Then, a divine light appeared.

All the colors in the world are fading at this moment. The majestic and ancient mountains, the vast and distant plains, and the silvery rivers are all humbled and surrendered under this divine light.

One soldier dropped to his knees.

Then, like a butterfly effect, many believers who believed in the master of the divine light knelt down, their clothes were wet with tears, and they mourned unceasingly.

"The true god has fallen, the true god has fallen..."

The sky is full of sorrow, and the divine light slowly falls, with inherent great power, containing all the brilliance of the civilization of Middle-earth, and scenes of the past are changing under the divine light and in the sky.

That is, the past that belongs to the true God.

"It is one of the nine true gods, the true god Moloch!"

The roles played by Keerdis and Huo Wu obviously did not believe in this true god, and they still stood when they saw the divine light falling, but their eyes were a little more anxious.

Then, in Sikong's eyes, this divine light fell far away on the earth. The divine light was restrained and disappeared.

In an instant, the whole world returned to calm and breezy, and the fragrance of birds and flowers remained the same, as if the annihilation just now was just an illusion.

But in the whole world, there is a faint smell of decay, and the peace is no longer there, making the air a little stagnant.

The true god has fallen, and the millstone of destruction is about to turn.

After the divine light disappeared, Huo Wu and the two had no more thoughts of entanglement, and their eyes flickered.

"Whether you join our Zulongya or not, these more than 300 soldiers will be given to you as a meeting gift."

Huo Wu is well aware of the madness of faith, these 300 soldiers have absolutely no possibility of escaping Sikong's 'claws', even if the bottom of their hearts bleed, it's better to be a favor.

"Let's go to the dragon. It's thousands of miles away from the Temple of Moloch. It's hard to reach. When you get there, there won't even be a mouthful of soup left."

Huo Wu's footsteps were light, stepping on the iron saddle on the fire dragon, a red dress fluttered and landed on the fire dragon's broad back.

Moluo Temple?

Sikong did not show his face, it was obvious that after ten years of exploration, Huowu and other contestants had obtained a lot of information and grasped the opportunity.

Instead of resting on your laurels, it's better to risk your life and integrate into the core of these contestants!

"I'll go first, and you guys will rush to the Temple of Molech quickly!"

Sikong gritted his teeth, barely climbed onto the back of the fire dragon, and gave orders to the more than 300 iron-blooded soldiers.

These more than 300 soldiers are one of his most important strengths. Now that they are in Sikong's trouser pocket, there is no possibility of taking them out again!
"Yes, I send you off, Lord Templar!"

(End of this chapter)