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Chapter 83 Empire God Killing Alliance
The thousands of troops and horses that have already approached the pool are like an upside-down river, rolling back into the wide plain behind the army.

Then it disappeared in an orderly manner.

Keerdis watched the fire dragon soaring into the sky, with a pair of fleshy wings covering the sky, and magma flowing on the scales below her body, the fire dragon flew rapidly, carrying Sikong and the two away.

"The first true god who fell was the true god Moro?

Keerdis muttered to himself, suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and asked Nietzsche and the others beside him, "Hey, where did you guys meet that person?"

Nietzsche's heart tightened, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

Although they are also residents of St. Ann's Castle, they are nothing more than the lights of fireflies compared to the dragons and phoenixes of people like Keerdis, who have only looked up at Keerdis's splendor from a distance during the war. Absolutely beautiful.

At this time Nietzsche quickly replied: "In the Hundred Thousand Wilderness, in the ruins of a temple ten miles north of the Twilight Forest."

When Keldis heard this, her expression became a little strange.

This Twilight Forest is not far from St. Ann's Fort. Kaertis even went deep into the Twilight Forest several times to practice her sword, but she never came across the so-called temple ruins.

There is no need for Nietzsche and the others to lie, then...

Looking at the cloudless sky, Kaeldis smiled coldly: "This is destiny..."

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Sitting on the fire dragon, occasionally a strand of black and beautiful hair, even with the fragrance of orchids, brushed over Sikong's bronze mask.

Affinity is born from the heart, and the fragrance of the orchid seems to have been brought to Middle-earth along with Huo Wu's heart.

"I know you are afraid of me, but you have to know that I have no malicious intentions."

Huo Wu was sitting in front, and her loose red dress couldn't hide her hot and attractive figure.

The fire dragon shuttled among the blue sky and white clouds, and the horn full of complicated spiral patterns emitted a faint blue light, which fixed Feng Chen.

Sikong responded silently, looking down at the mountains that were as small as mud balls, and occasionally on the top of the mountains, towering castles stood tall.

"You have obtained the angel's last tears, and you are qualified to participate in the battle of killing gods."

Seeing that Sikong didn't answer, Huo Wu smiled wryly and shook her head, but instead threw out the shocking news.

Killing God?

Behind the bronze mask, Sikong's eyes were shining brightly, and he asked for the first time, "What do you want?"

Huo Wu nodded: "That's right, Killing God. It's one of the plans thought up by those from Emperor Star, and it's been finalized now."

"Middle-earth civilization has been annihilated long ago, and everyone must die. At this time, if you want to live longer and win the crown, you have to kill the gods! Only by plundering the luck of the gods can you escape the end of mortal death."

"That's why all outstanding people in charge of a city, priests who have obtained sacred objects, and even outstanding hunters are eligible to participate in the next battle of killing gods."

Hearing this, Sikong under the dragon pattern armor trembled all over, and clenched his fists tightly.

It wasn't because of fear, but because his blood was tumbling, so surging that his veins were scorching hot!

Not only because he was about to kill the gods, but also because he met many equally bold and unruly owls!
As expected of the imperial civilization, even the one-dimensional cultivators are a group of tiger and wolf masters who have no fear of the strong.Even a god would dare to pull him off the altar and replace him!
It coincides with Sikong's thoughts.

Emperor Star?That imperial civilization is full of prosperity and prosperity, bringing together the entire starry starry planet?

Even if it's just a game, killing them should make the empire feel bad...

As soon as he had the intention to kill, he couldn't stop it anymore, and there was a biting coldness in Sikong's heart, gestating a murderous intent.

Suddenly, Sikong thought of the falling divine light just now, and his brows became suspicious: "The true god has fallen, why do you only see the divine light but not the body?"

Huo Wu gasped in surprise when she heard this, and looked back at Sikong behind the bronze mask, as if wondering why the other party didn't even know this.

But she still explained: "Gods don't have a god body when they live forever. According to our imperial civilization, they don't exist in three dimensions, but consciousness bodies above or above four dimensions."

"It was born from the world of Middle-earth and has no entity. Only after death will the corpse appear in the three-dimensional world. The true god Moro is the god of elements and the source of magic in the world of Middle-earth."

"Only after he dies and reveals his remains can we kill the god and kill him!"

Fall to kill him?

Stepping slowly, Sikong, who had missed the game for ten years, was like a blind man with almost no initiative at all. As a result, Huo Wu's explanation became more and more confused.

"We have arrived……"

Suddenly, the fire dragon lowered its flying wings, kicked up dust all over the sky, and fell into a canyon.

In the canyon, first-class glaciers flowed down, like a rainbow flying from heaven, falling into the canyon from the depths of the sky.

The glacier has been sealed for thousands of years, covered with solid ice, exuding a curl of cold air.

Inside the glacier, there is also a majestic and magnificent temple, which is huge and row upon row, sleeping deep in the glacier, isolated from the world.

However, it seems that due to the death of the true god, the divine light shines on the glacier, causing most of the glacier to melt, and the river water that is freezing to the bone flows.

And the temple in the glacier woke up from a deep sleep, and a faint holy light turned from dark to bright, appearing on a statue in the center of the temple.

The lines of the statue are ingenious and flawless, carved by nature's own hands.

The statue has a smile on its face, and its love is full of water, but there is a touch of majesty flowing between its brows.

A robe, even if it is made of stone, still gives people the illusion of floating.

In the hand of the statue, there is also a supreme emerald staff, and the holy light is emitted from it.

Huo Wu stood up and jumped off the back of the more than ten meters fire dragon.

But Sikong struggled to get up with a rusty sword, grabbed the iron saddle of the fire dragon, and slowly climbed down, then looked around, and found that many people had already arrived before them.

Everyone is a stunning and decisive hero, or the earl prince of the castle, or the holy priest, or the murderer who slaughtered thousands of people.

Living in the monstrous destiny, after ten years of blood baptism, the jade has taken shape and revealed its youth.

Among them, there is even the proud son of heaven who came from the emperor star and first proposed the plan to kill the gods.

Sikong fell into it, unremarkable.

Of course, there are still many people like Keerdis, who are still on their way, or are performing other aspects of killing gods.

After all, what the empire lacks most is genius.

Seeing that Sikong looked like a templar, many people smiled a little strangely, and quietly looked at the person standing alone at the corner of the glacier.

This person was a little silent, holding a wooden sword in both hands, and his whole body was white with sackcloth.

On his face, there was a shallow wound that stretched from his jaw to his neck, which seemed to tell of a dangerous battle.

On his cuff, there is a redbud flower.

"My God has issued a holy decree that he will be resurrected on the second day when the morning light shines, and will be reincarnated in the decayed remains. From then on, he will fall into the embrace of the true God of Jiarandi."

Suddenly, a cardinal stepped out from the church of the temple, holding the blood-stained code in his hand, looking at his feet, looking very pious.

(End of this chapter)