The First Law God Black History Handbook

The day and night of the main temple change according to the wishes of the main gods.If there is no deliberate control, this place will always be bathed in light.

Thurland and Legston spent day after day and night, and time slipped away in the growing tacit understanding between the two.

When the darkness left again and the light came again, the whole world of light received an amazing news.

"The banquet of the gods." Legston held the flower basket in one hand and propped his chin in the other. He lay on the flower stand and looked at Thrander who was cutting the flower branches. God and the God of Life have all fallen, and the God of Darkness and the God of Battle on the dark side have fallen, leaving only five of the uneven twelve main gods."

Thrander glanced at him.

Legston couldn't help but withdraw his hand on his chin, and reached out to Thrander, "You said, are there still 'gods'?"

Thurander put the cut flower branches into the flower basket, and said in a calm tone, "There are also inferior gods and low-level gods, no matter how bad it is, there are also angels."

Legston nodded absently, his thoughts resting on his palm.

Ah, I got it!Thurander's thin but not cold and soft waist!

"Snapped--"

Clear applause exploded in the air, and Legston withdrew his hand, hugging the back of his reddish hand pitifully.

"It hurts... Thrander."

Thrander glared at him, "Put down the flower basket and go back to practice."

Legston stared, "You want me to practice by myself?"

"Otherwise?" Thrander glanced at his face, and the scissors in his hand clamped down hard, making a crisp click.

Legston suddenly felt a chill in his lower body, and quickly smiled and agreed, "I'll go right away!" After speaking, he ran into the main temple.

Thrander finished pruning the flower branches without looking sideways. His eyes paused for a moment on the chain on his feet, and finally moved to the vast distance.

There is still nothing here, but there are more flower beds one after another.

There is no age in the God Realm, so I don't know what year it is.

No matter how long the seasons of these flowers that Legston gathered for him, there will always be a moment of withering.

As long as he waits patiently.

The Banquet of the Gods used to be the biggest banquet in the God Realm. At that time, the twelve main gods were still there, and their relationship was very good.

After the split of the twelve main gods, the feast of the gods became a feast of light.

After the last war between gods and demons, the Feast of Light no longer exists.

There are only four main gods left in the Bright God Realm.

"Will Cecil Dill come?" Legston knelt at Thrander's feet, stroking the thin chain, and asked in a low voice.

Thrander moved his ankle, and the iron chain made a series of crisp sounds, "This question should be asked to yourself, or to that Lord God of Light."

There was a faint sigh echoing in the air, Legston stood up from the ground, his face regained his composure and playfulness, "I don't know the answer, so dear Thurander, you should still wear this chain."

Thrander stared at him fixedly, and didn't make a sound for a long time.

Legston could not make out what Thrander was thinking, but he guessed it was definitely not a pleasant thought.

Silence fell between them, and Thrander's expression became more and more condensed.

"Up to you." He said two words coldly, and stood up from the chair.

Legston was a little at a loss. He stepped forward, grabbed Thrander's wrist, opened his lips and tongue a few times but made no sound.

"Do you want me to teach you how to walk?" Thurander pulled back his hand and stepped aside, leaving Legston the road ahead.

Legston had to go forward with a grim face.

Except for the three main gods, all other gods are here.Thurander gracefully walked to the first place from the separated crowd, and sat in the seat connected to Legston.

Even though he was still wearing shackles on his feet, he carried an air of elegance and dignity, like a cold and arrogant king attending an ordinary banquet, indifferent, dignified and dignified.

It was as if he was not someone's prisoner, not the only mortal in the entire temple, but the guest of the God of Light, the most noble god among the gods.

Legston didn't sit down immediately, he looked down at Thrander and smiled lowly.

His Thurander is so arrogant and itchy.

That's fine.

"We meet again, dear Thrander." The Lord God of Light sat on a high throne, and greeted Thrander with his fake kind face.

Thrander raised his eyes and glanced at him slowly, but did not respond.The other gods looked at them, not daring to take a breath.

The frozen atmosphere eased slightly when the Earth Goddess arrived.She took the seat on the other side of Legston and sat down. Thrander glanced at her for a while, with no emotion on his face.

The space gods are the last to arrive.No one can see his true face, he is hidden in the void space, his figure is vague and mysterious.

"The gods have arrived, the feast has begun—" the chief oracle stood behind the throne and started the feast with a loud voice.

The whole temple is busy.

The gods shuttled back and forth, the gods danced happily, and the few gods with higher gods sat on the gods and were offered wine and food in turn.

Flowers are blooming all around the temple, birds and beasts are singing together, and it is a prosperous and lively scene.Thrander sat in his seat without moving, and was toasted twice by Legston without drinking.

Legston smiled wryly, "Didn't you come with me? Now you don't eat or drink... What are you thinking?"

Thrander moved his eyelids when he heard that, and turned his head slightly to look at Legston.

After a while, Thrander said, "I made a deal with Adytonos."

The wine glass at Legston's fingertips trembled: "...what?"

"Leggston, your divine power is dissipating." Thrander said softly, "Really?"

Legston stared fixedly at Thrander, speechless.There was shock, sadness, and despair in his eyes.

"And the goddess of the earth Ototesia, your divine power must also be dissipating." Thrander narrated indifferently, as if what he was talking about was just a trivial matter.

"Snapped--"

The golden cup fell to the ground with a heavy sound.The goddess of the earth wanted to stand up in panic, but her body staggered and fell limp.

Sitting on the opposite side, the goddess of the four seasons sensed that there seemed to be something unusual here, and was about to come over, but she fell down on the wine table like the goddess of the earth.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

More and more people fell, and even some lower gods were unconscious.

"Thurander! It's you!" There was only one Legston between the goddess of the earth and Thrander, so even though her voice was a little weak, it still reached Thrander's ears.

Thrander shook his head slowly: "It's not me."

Adithonus, who was sitting on the throne of the God of Light, showed a slight smile, and his voice was compassionate and gentle: "Oetotesia, it's me." He smiled, but it sent chills down the spine of everyone present, "I'm sorry to let you You guys are suffering so much, trust me, it won't last long."

Following the chilling speech of the Lord God of Light, Legston supported the remaining strength, stared at Thrander closely and asked, "Why?"

Thrander was calm and safe: "There is one thing that I should have done a long time ago."

"what's up?"

Thrander looked at him, as if wondering how the other party would ask such a stupid question.

The Lord God of Light also answered for Thrander at the same time: "It is the destiny of every God of Inspiration to create a true "Judger".Irmo hasn't finished yet, so next, it's up to you, the new God of Inspiration Thrander to complete it. "

Thrander got up from his seat, his hands covered by the spacious mage robe.He nodded lightly: "It's a great honor."

The God of Light couldn't help laughing.

No longer a fake sympathetic smile, but a satisfied and self-satisfied smile.

All the gods in the temple trembled when they saw this scene.They couldn't predict what would happen next, how the once compassionate and loving Lord God would treat them.

Like ants waiting to be slaughtered, they dare not move rashly and are powerless to fight back.

Thrander looked at another unaffected main god, the god of space.

In the entire temple, the only ones who did not lose their divine power were Thrander, the Lord God of Light, and the God of Space.No need to think too much, this God of Space must be the confidant of the Lord God of Light.

The three of them stood in different positions. It seemed that they were standing on each other's feet, but Thrander was actually facing the enemy.

The Lord God of Light took out the "Judger", walked down the steps, and handed it to Thrander himself.Then look at the God of Space.

The God of Space immediately understood, and separated the area where Thrander was located into countless spaces.Once someone wants to escape from it or enter it, they will be cut into pieces by this space array, or squeezed into powder.

Thrander raised his eyebrows, and immediately looked down at the "Judger" indifferently.

It was dead and cold, like an ordinary weapon that had its soul removed.

The former "Judger" and Thrander's mind-soul bond, coupled with the existence of the "Mark of Judgment", he should have sensed the emotions of the "Judger" immediately.

Thrander held the "Judger" with both hands, closed his eyes, and felt the "Judger" with his own soul power.

The surrounding space was constantly rotating, and his figure was looming in the space array. For a while, there was a steady stream of divine power coming from all directions, first entering his body, and then entering the "judge" in his hand.

The God of Light watched him intently, trying to pry into the secret between the "Judger" and its maker.

As more and more divine power was attracted, the space array laid down by the God of Space gradually slowed down until it came to a complete standstill.

Something is being broken, like space, more like time.

"Keng--"

A sound of metal breaking spread out in the temple, and the trill sounded in the ears of the God of Light, like a demon's curse.

He swung his sleeves around the God of Space, and his figure quickly retreated, barely stopping at the edge of being injured by countless spatial turbulence: "...Thurland Florence!"

Thrander slowly opened his eyes, first glanced at the broken chain on his ankle, then turned to look at the Lord God of Light.

"You choose the path yourself, and bear the consequences yourself." This time Thrander looked at him with compassion, "Adithonos, the trial begins—"

"Thurander, do you want to judge me?" The Lord God of Light was only frightened for a moment. At this time, he still maintained the false mask of the so-called Lord God, looking at Thrander with gentle eyes, "Hehe, why do you ?”

Thrander didn't speak, but shook his head gently.

In the next second, a black sharp weapon penetrated from the back of the Lord of Light to his chest, and golden blood sprayed on the golden floor of the temple.

"He relied on me."

A faint voice echoed in the temple, the God of Space withdrew his sharp weapon, and his figure became extremely clear.