I created the world

When they saw the dark dungeon, the believers were all angry.

They had long heard rumors that An Mixiu was secretly imprisoned by Oliver and Garry II, but they did not expect it to be true.

Thinking of An Mixiu living in such a horrible environment for 15 years, all the believers became furious, and they all wanted to step forward and tear Gary II apart.

"Everyone, don't be impulsive. Pope Ni's order is to imprison him in a dungeon, not to kill him. We want this blasphemer to suffer the same pain as Pope Ni!"

A priest from the underworld saw that something was wrong, so he loudly advised the believers.

"Yes! Throw him in too!"

"Let him live but not die!"

"We can't let him die so easily!"

Gary II was bound hands and feet by the crazy believers, and locked in a dungeon. In order to prevent him from committing suicide, his mouth was also blocked.

Gary II's cultivation base was abolished, and he had no ability to resist at all. He could only watch the dungeon being sealed again in horror. He fell into boundless darkness and fear.

At this time, An Mixiu had already flown to the Temple of the Underworld, which was the original Ocean Temple, but after Chen Luo left, it had been expanded several times and turned into a huge group of temples.

When An Mixiu fell into the temple, the faces of the priests, attendants and guards in the temple were filled with shock and panic, and they were all dumbfounded for a moment, not knowing what to do.

An Mixiu didn't look at them, but walked directly in the direction of the main temple.

Along the way, someone had knelt down on the ground with a face full of fear, and their whole bodies were shaking.

An Mixiu is still alive, and Oliver in the main temple is still there, and everyone knows what will happen.

Where An Mixiu passed by, one after another people knelt on the ground, not even daring to breathe.

The temple of the underworld, where there were prayers and human voices, was instantly deathly quiet until An Mixiu stepped into the main temple.

Oliver sat on the towering throne of the main temple, looking at An Mixiu who walked in slowly, his expression was quite calm, as if he had expected such a day long ago.

An Mixiu looked at Oliver who was so fat that he couldn't see his former appearance at all, he slowly closed his eyes, "Go out."

The priests and attendants in the temple had already turned pale and were sweating profusely. Their calves were swaying. When they heard An Mixiu's order, they all ran out in a hurry as if they had been pardoned. I don't dare to stay here any longer.

When dozens of people exited, they also closed the thick door of the temple. With the harsh sound of closing the door, the hall closed, as if it was cut off from the outside, and only An Mixiu and Oliver were left inside.

An Mixiu stepped forward on the marble floor of the temple, and the sound of footsteps in the silence was particularly crisp and loud.

An Mixiu walked to the steps of the sacred seat, walked towards the sacred seat step by step, and looked up at the same time.

Oliver's expression was as calm as ever, and he didn't seem to feel any fear from the pressure brought by An Mixiu's walking.

He knew that An Mixiu was not looking at himself, but the tall statue of the god of death behind the god's throne. The appearance of the statue was exactly the image of Chen Luo when he was in Carlo City.

"Your Majesty, you must think we are ridiculous."

An Mixiu walked to the god seat, looked up at the god statue, and suddenly couldn't help laughing loudly, but the laughter was full of irony and sadness.

An Mishu leaned forward and back with a smile, even tears fell down.

"From a beggar to the ruler of an empire, this is a very ridiculous thing. We are all just puppets of the gods."

Oliver quietly watched An Mixiu laugh wildly, the light in his eyes became more and more indifferent.

"Your Majesty once told me that you may regret it someday in the future."

Oliver naturally understood what An Mixiu meant, and he said indifferently, "You must be regretting asking Your Majesty to take me with you."

"My answer to His Majesty was, 'I will never regret it, even if Oliver wants to kill me in the future, I will not regret it'."

The smile on An Mixiu's face finally disappeared, "It seems that Your Majesty has already anticipated this day."

An Mixiu looked up at the statue, as if he could feel that Chen Luo was also looking at them below.

"Oliver, have you ever regretted it?"

Oliver's face did not fluctuate, "Why should I regret it, I am the high priest appointed by the crown, and all the glory and respect belong to you alone!

I use my all and hard work to spread the faith, in exchange for the recognition and attention of my majesty, but you are always the only one in my majesty's eyes!

Even those believers didn't take me seriously, from what they saw, it was as if I was a useless moth, and it was all because of you!

Why!Why do we have the same background and the same efforts, I have to bear those discriminatory eyes!

Since they all think of me as a moth, then I should really become a moth! "

An Mixiu looked at Oliver's growling face, the fat on his face was shaking, his eye sockets became sunken and red, and he suddenly became very disappointed.

"Of course I know your hard work, but when we were still beggars, could the eyes we suffered be worse than yours at that time? I thought you, like me, would not care about the eyes of those insignificant people long ago. "

An Mixiu had indeed discovered the completely different attitudes of the surrounding believers towards Oliver, but he did not try to stop it deliberately, because he felt that if Oliver found out, he would hurt even more.

But An Mixiu never expected that the accumulation of these strange eyes over the years would cause Oliver's psychology to be distorted to such an extent.

Chapter 545 Yongzhen Hell

"Hehe, do you think that everyone in this world is just like you! No desire, no desire, just want to spread faith? Everyone has their own desires, and belief is just an excuse for them to satisfy their desires! And all I ask is It’s such a little respect, but I can’t get it!!”

Oliver growled.

An Mixiu's expression returned to calm, he looked at Oliver, "Why are you so short-sighted? When His Majesty let us sit in this position, we will no longer be that humble beggars, we have everything under control, the entire empire, It is also possible to visit the Kingdom of God in the future!

And you are still pursuing those ridiculous things, what is the respect of mortals?

When you become a god, do you still care about their eyes?Your Majesty has pointed us in all directions, but you are still staring at this little thing in front of you..."

Before An Mixiu finished speaking, Oliver roared angrily: "Yes, I am so short-sighted! I only need such a little thing, but I can't get it. What's the point of being a god!"

An Mixiu was silent, he still didn't understand that Oliver and him were no longer from the same world.

He was stubborn, immersed in his own world, and could not listen to any persuasion.

"High Priest Oliver betrayed his faith, slaughtered his brothers and sisters, and caused trouble for the common people. In the name of His Majesty, I sentence you to life imprisonment."

An Mixiu never thought of killing Oliver from the beginning to the end, even though he was imprisoned in that dark dungeon for 15 years.

Hearing what Oliver said now, he felt that the other party was even more pitiful.

Moreover, Oliver is the high priest appointed by Chen Luo, and An Mixiu is not qualified to kill him, so he can only be imprisoned.

Oliver had a sneering expression on his face, he stood up and pointed at An Mixiu, and laughed, "I...I will not accept your judgment and mercy, I am the high priest appointed by the crown, only the gods You can judge me, you... are not qualified! Hahahaha, cough..."

"Oliver!"