This is a huge temple, built by hundreds of thousands of craftsmen for twenty years.

It is supported by one hundred and twenty-four giant dragon pillars that require twelve people to embrace. Each giant pillar is made of hard diamonds, which is as high as 66 meters. The dome of the ceiling is a whole piece of transparent crystal, from which the sunlight refracts and shines in, and through the crystal, it shines with a blurred color. The temple is a circular building with sixty-six doors at the bottom and a giant hanging bell hanging on the top of the center. Without a bell hammer, no one knows how to ring this giant bell. People only know that when the bell rings twelve times, it means that God has descended.

The churches came here one after another, entered different identities and led to the same direction, and then stood in their own position and knelt down to the central altar under the bell.

The Central Grand Altar is the most sacred place of the Scourge Church. There are twelve pillars of holy fire trees around the altar, and the altar itself also burns with endless flames. At least six large magic circles support its operation, keeping the pillar of holy fire and the altar in an eternal state.

Whenever the bell rang, the elders of the Scourge Church would come here, take the lead in worshiping the gods, waiting for the gods to appear and his coming will.

At this moment, Isado was wearing a white sacrificial robe, kneeling respectfully in front of the altar, muttering something, obviously telling the verses to welcome the gods.

Xiuyi stood at the farthest end of the altar. He saw that every time Isador knelt down, the blazing flames in the altar would jump once, as if they were spiritual.

This kind of occasion to welcome the coming of God is undoubtedly the most important priority for any church, and no outsider can enter. However, this time, Xiu Yi received an invitation to make an exception.

It is said that this was Isador's proposal. Although he was strongly opposed by the elders of the Presbyterian Church, Isador still overwhelmed everyone with his strong prestige.

Xiu Yi understood why this was very clear.

Issado hopes that he can feel the majesty of God, the power of God, the power of God, and the omniscience and omnipotence of God. Of course, behind this purpose, Issado hopes that Xiuyi can feel the grace of God, join the Church of the Scourge, and become a member of them.

If Xiu Yi can join in, this will be a favorable guarantee for the strength of the Scourge Church to become stronger. For this reason, Isador took the risk of angering the gods.

He believed that God would understand.

He believed that God would forgive.

This reminded Xiuyi of his dream.

It seems that the god I dreamed of does not understand what tolerance is if he really exists.

But no matter what, Isador is indeed a wise old man. He never conceals his purpose of having other intentions for Xiuyi, but the methods he uses are always peaceful and can be accepted without being disgusted.

So Xiu Yi respects Isador, and he respects the old man's balance between desire and means.

Even if he knew that no god could convince him.

Who says that people must worship an existence that is stronger than themselves? In the world where he once lived, people expressed a disdain for all the high-ranking existences.

No matter how powerful you are, you can even raise your hand to kill me easily, but you cannot conquer my free soul.

God may not be omniscient, nor can he be omnipotent!

This is what Xiuyi thinks.

Of course, this idea would not affect his visit to this rare grand occasion, nor would he hide his curiosity about the existence of the gods, especially after he had that dream.

In the temple, Isador was still worshiping devoutly, and tens of thousands of believers offered eulogies in the same voice. The sound was neat, majestic, majestic, solemn, and full of divine aura.

"Great God of the Underworld! Your people come in response to your call!" Isado shouted loudly.

He pulled out a golden scimitar and stabbed it into his chest.

The blood that shot sprinkled the altar.

boom!

A large ball of flames ejected into all directions, rapidly and violently, and was immediately withdrawn.

A large amount of black smoke rose in the flames with strong magical power. As the smoke curled, a huge figure gradually appeared, almost covering the entire palace.

Isador stared at the huge black shadows in his eyes and chanted in surprise: "Oh my God, the real god! This time it is the real god coming!"

The majestic momentum filled everyone's hearts in an instant, and the sound with endless majesty rumbled above the palace, as if the Nine Heavens Thundering Sound: "Who is it? It disturbed my sleep and broke into my dream?"

On the bank of the river, the bodies of several people were lying everywhere.

Their death was miserable and they were all dismembered into pieces.

Blood flowed into the river, dyeing the river water red, and flowing downwards.

The red river water flowing downstream, stones and grandpa ran quickly.

When they saw the corpses on that place, they were stunned at the same time.

Simone was lying at the river stall on the shore, holding the black sword in her hand, her eyes closed.

Shi Tou ran over quickly and picked up Simone: "Simone!"

No response.

Grandpa rushed over, too: "Simone, wake up, what happened?"

However, Simone never responded.

"Shitou, tell grandpa, what the hell is going on?"

Shi Tou looked at Simone blankly: "That sword... can... affect... human soul."

He looked at his grandfather: "Simone...her soul power is too weak...she can't bear it...her soul...disappears...and can't find it."

"You mean..." Grandpa trembled.

"She... is dead." Shi Tou replied in a mechanical voice, his whole body becoming dazed: "Her...soul... can't come back."

"No!" Grandpa let out a shrill cry: "I don't believe it!"

He grabbed Shi Tou's collar and shouted: "She is still alive...she is not dead yet! Shi Tou, help grandpa, grandpa knows that you are very capable, you will definitely save her!"

"I... can't." Shi Tou shook his head blankly.

Simone's death was a huge harm to his heart.

At that moment, he seemed to have returned to his previous state, becoming dull and straight, and no longer knowing how to speak or think.

"No..." Grandpa burst into tears.

Shi Tou stared at Simone in his arms, and an image suddenly flashed through his mind.

He blurted out, "Someone can save her."

"who?"

"I..." Shi Tou's face became very strange: "I... can't remember. I know someone can save her... it seems like a... young man, but I can't remember who he is..."

He suddenly held his head and shouted: "I can't remember! I know... I know someone can save her! Who is he!!! I can't remember!"

He knocked his head against the giant tree beside him.

Rumble, the tree collapsed.

The stone ran wildly, hitting everything around him with his head, big trees, stones, land, trees collapsed, stones shattered, and the ground was one pit after another.

Crazyly burning and releasing his own power, a large amount of light emitted from his body, soaring into the sky. This is all the special manifestations of Dou Qi breaking through the restrictions, and it is also a unique unique symbol of the peak powerhouse.

The powerful force shook the air and made a faint sound of dragon roar.

Shi Tou shouted hysterically: "I want to remember! Someone can save her! Someone can save Simone! Who is he? Who am I?..."

Over and over again.

I don’t know how long it took, but the angry and shrill shouting finally stopped.

The entire river bank has become ruins.

Shi Tou stood in front of the ruins, looking at Simone.

He stopped.

The eyes were bloody.

The blood-colored light brings out a strong evil spirit.

His voice became low, hoarse, and elusive like smoke.

He said softly, "I remembered it."

He looked up and shouted loudly: "My name is Chrisping...Boran!!!"

In the setting sun, a declaration of power echoed under the sky like thunder.

Mist-hide Castle, on the open ground outside the castle.

"Oh! It's so boring without Xiuyi."

Christine sighed helplessly. She was lying bored on her beloved recliner made of purple wood basking in the sun. She was wearing a red velvet blanket on her legs, and her slender hands were holding a crystal wine glass to send the best red wine to her mouth.

Since Shuyi no longer became a wanted criminal in the Lance Empire, all activities against the Empire naturally disappeared. The Dardanelles have gained a foothold in the Empire and all businesses are booming. Barkler and Hodding are responsible for managing the family affairs, while Lilith and Nancy are studying alchemy in the Valley Laboratory.

The stone statue puppets belonging to the Dardanelles family and the soul of revenge finally had time to produce for themselves after meeting part of the needs of the Frank Empire. The first batch of magic puppets are expected to be officially completed by the end of the month. I heard that Lilith made some small innovations on those magic puppets, using the enchanting alchemy that she is best at, making the stone statue puppets more powerful.

But it was Christine.

Since Siser Dardanell was "punched through the heart" by Bateson in the Coliseum, everyone knows that the widow Christine has once again lost her love.

So Christine, who was once rare and pure, was once again harassed by those who pursued her.

The Dardanelles family became her shield. She hid here every day and didn't even dare to go back to the Rose Manor.

But then again, the thirsty heart of the lonely widow is when she longs for comfort from her lover. What is hateful is that Shuiglare is always in a busy state.

Even if he doesn't have those big things to do, he will choose to practice.

This made her extremely resentful.
To be continued...