In the dark underground ditch.

A group of fallen men in black robes gathered around. A large space has been opened up here. In the center is an altar ten meters wide, with faint flames lit around it, and a huge magic circle under the altar. A strange phantom can be seen vaguely. It looks like it is not **, but a semi-spiritual form. A priest in a dark red robe knelt under the altar, and the dark warriors with heavy armor scattered around him, staring at the surroundings with cold eyes.

"His High Priest."

The dark red figure under the altar expressed respectfully and said in a deep voice: "I still haven't found the breath of the first god. The descendants of the Dragon Slayer have pulled out the cursed weapon. Our manpower has suffered heavy losses, and this place is far more powerful than Amber City. Members of the Druid Order have also appeared. Recently, they are very hostile to us and think that we have broken the balance."

"What should we do next?"

The dark flames turned into vague figures, the high priest's voice was as cold as the dead, and he said angrily: "Who is it? Who is it that interferes with my Lord's arrangements again and again? Have you, the group of waste, found out the whereabouts of the first God? I have given you a prophetic position in advance, why did the ceremony start until now?"

The priest in the dark red robe looked frightened, and a large area of ​​cold sweat appeared on his forehead, explaining: "The strength of White Horse City is very strong, there are many powerful existences here, and the members of the Northland Witch are also here. We waited until the White Horse Guard set out to deal with the Ogre tribe. After the terrifying Storm Lord left, we found the opportunity to hold the ceremony. In Amber City, we lost all the terrifying knights, and now there is no more manpower."

"His High Priest, I have tried my best!"

"Waste!" The phantom roared angryly, raised his hand and pointed forward. The dark red robe priest's head exploded like a watermelon. He glanced at the believers below and pointed casually, "From today on, you will be a new priest of fear. My Lord will give divine power to enhance your power. Now let others prepare immediately. We will spread the divine ritual throughout the south. The power of fear will awaken all Gods. You must find out the whereabouts of the first God as soon as possible."

The fallen man in black robe stood up in fear and said carefully: "Her High Priest. If the ceremony begins in full, then all Gods will gradually awaken, and the power of our Lord will be dispersed to them. At that time, the whereabouts of the first God will be even more difficult to find. Moreover, the power of the first God will be greatly weakened when other Gods wake up in advance, which is not conducive to our plan to resurrect the master."

The high priest looked at him coldly and said coldly: "I know."

"But you, the incompetent waste, have missed the opportunity, and the prophecy has already shifted. Now we can only awaken all the gods and strengthen the power of fear in the killing. Although the divine power of our Lord will be dispersed, the power of fear will still exist in this world. As long as all other gods die, all the divine power will automatically gather on the first god!"

"Your mission is to ensure that the first God can live to the end of the ceremony. He is the strongest and weakest. Only in this way can the will of our Lord be resurrected in him!"

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White Horse City.

The figure of the Storm Lord jumped on the street. Suddenly she stopped and jumped to the roof, staring at a warrior with blood-red armor in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Why did you pull out the Dragon Slaying Sword?"

The warrior in blood-red armor stopped and looked at her and said coldly: "The gods have lost contact. The upcoming chaos can be predicted. Baima City needs the power of this sword."

The Storm Lord's expression was very stiff and he said in a low voice: "Don't you know the curse above?"

"I know." The heavy armored warrior clenched the long sword in his hand and said slowly: "The master of this sword will die in the hands of the dragon. It killed twelve dragons, and the five masters will eventually die under the hands of the dragon."

"But I am the guardian of White Horse City!"

"You are just an outsider, and I should guard this city! This is my innate mission!"

The crackling lightning flashed.

The Storm Lord's expression was ugly and his expression seemed very angry. She took a deep breath and turned away, and said coldly: "Silly guy! The curse on this sword is more terrifying than you think!"

"As sooner or later you will regret it."

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On the calm wilderness.

Lun and Golia looked at each other speechlessly. The fire in the distance had dissipated. It seemed that Baima City was not attacked by a meteor explosion. At this moment, Vivian in the carriage suddenly trembled all over, and a hint of horror appeared on her cute little face. Her white little hands were holding something randomly. The expression on her face became more and more fearful. She curled up in the corner of the carriage and murmured: "Go away!...you monsters!...all go away!...If you don't walk away, my brother will kill you all!...If you don't walk away, I'll call you brother!..."

Lun's expression changed slightly in an instant.

He rushed into the carriage quickly, reached out and grabbed Vivian's little hand, and said anxiously: "Vivian! What's wrong? Have a nightmare?!"

Goria's expression also changed slightly, and she followed her nervously, because she was quick and hit Lun. She grabbed Vivian's little hand and shook her gently and said, "Wake up! Vivian wake up quickly? Did you have a nightmare?"

The little girl opened her eyes slowly. She looked around timidly. After seeing Lun's figure, she rushed over, and desperately drilled into his arms like a kitten. Her little hands were still holding the corner of his clothes tightly. After hearing the two people clearly, she nodded as if she was still scared and whispered: "Yes. Vivian saw many monsters, fire, and blood."

monster?

Lun and Golia looked at each other, and while comforting the scared little girl, he asked, "What kind of monster?"

Vivian recalled carefully, her little face was slightly pale, and she whispered: "That big monster is still on fire, she looks ugly and ugly. She has two horns on her head, big wings on her back, and a cow-like tail. Their feet seem to be hoofs. What they say around me, and they are fierce to me!"

"I...I'm not afraid of them!...I told them that I dared to come over again and I called me brother!...and then they disappeared."

demon?!

Lun's face turned pale. He glanced at Golia beside him, then nodded gently, and comforted the little girl carefully. It was not until her mood gradually calmed down that Golia gave a wink outside the carriage. Lun covered Vivian with a blanket, looked at her little hand holding the corner of her clothes, and said softly: "Brother is outside, tell me something to Golia sister, and come in and accompany you immediately."

"OK?"

Vivian nodded obediently, let go of her little hand and sat next to the carriage.

Lun walked out with a stiff expression. Goria seemed to have set up a magic barrier, then looked at him and said, "You don't know about this?"

"Yes." Lun nodded with a serious expression.

Golia glanced at the carriage and then slowly said, "Vivian may be really a god, and she may also be the heir of the Demon God of the Abyss."

Lun did not answer, but his palms tightened his scimitar, and his muscles were tense, as if he would attack the next moment.

"You!... Why are you so cautious?!" Goria raised her eyebrows so much that she pointed at Ren and said in a frustration: "Will I be bad for you just because she is a god? I have done so much during this period, and I can't even make you treat me as a friend?"

Lun relaxed a little, but his hand was still pressed on the hilt of the knife and said softly: "I'm sorry. I'm nervous."

"You also know what Vivian and I have experienced before, and it's hard for me to fully believe others."

Gloria's face calmed down a little, and she sighed: "You must have lived a hard life before."

Lun did not answer this, but said, "My memory of Vivian's biological father is very vague. If she is really a god, then things will be serious."

"Yes." Goria glanced at the car, with a hint of pity on her face, and said slowly: "The Abyss Demon God gave birth to a heir more for some purpose. The biggest possibility is that a certain Abyss Demon God foresaw his own fall, and then left God in the mortal world, and finally resurrected with the help of God's body after he fell."

"Two demons have done this once, one is the god of killing and the other is the god of tyranny."

"The God of Killing failed. The God of He left behind destroyed Him. Finally, the priesthood of killing fell into the hands of other gods. However, the God of Tyranny succeeded. He was resurrected on the body of the heir. The pathetic God had been deprived of divine death before he could react. The God of Tyranny was resurrected from His broken body."

Goria sighed and said slowly: "If Vivian is really a god, then her future path will be destined to be very difficult!"

Lun's palm looked very pale because of the excessive force. He looked at Golia in front of him and said in an unquestionable tone: "I will kill Him! Destroy Him completely! If you can't find Him in the mortal world, I will kill Him in the abyss! No one can hurt Vivian, even God cannot!"

Goria's eyes became much softer, and she whispered: "This is not only a clash of strength, but also a need for will and faith!"

"I think you need an ally."

A fair arm stretched out. This was the second time Lun held the hand, but the meaning was completely different.
Chapter completed!