A golden highlight appeared in the sky.

The highlights gradually flew from small to large, broke through the plane barrier, fell to the east of the Holy Continent, and the Alec Empire.

Palace, Lionheart Castle.

Doroko Kesdram, the current Alec Great, raised his noble head.

"Has it finally come down?"

"Faith Nuclear Point, do you like this gift?"

The Emperor Dorogo looked at the golden light spots getting closer and closer, and murmured to himself with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you like this gift?"

"Then I will offer sacrifices to you later."

Just after these two sentences, the huge faith core point as big as a city was approaching the capital of the Alec Empire.

Such a huge golden dot fell, which should have caused panic in the whole city, but no citizen was afraid, or they could not see this huge golden dot.

The citizens could not see Prodognos, who was hundreds of thousands of miles away, clearly witnessed the transfer of authority of the faith core point in this continent and this plane.

There is no plane guardian in the God-given plane, but there is a faith core point.

This belief core point, like the plane inheritance right, belongs to the core of panplane belief and symbolizes the orthodox of plane belief.

If the Emperor of Dorogo accepted this faith core point, then the minds of creatures in the pan-plane will naturally develop a sense of intimacy and tendency toward the black demon gods believed in by Dorogo.

The faith core point is a authority related to the orthodoxy of all-plane beliefs. Having it is equivalent to natural gaining public opinion and destiny.

Such a change in authority and reality that affects hundreds of millions of people, as one of the only two people who can see on land, Prodognos is both in awe and regretful.

"Old friend."

"well."

He sighed, sighing at the death of the Pope and also feeling about the transfer of the orthodox nature of the world.

"Maybe, I should send a gift to that person."

Shaking his head and sighing, Pro Dognos quickly adjusted himself, turned back to the simple bedroom, silently looking for gifts that could be taken out.

Those who know the times are heroes, and those who are good at protecting themselves live forever.

Prodognos is not a brave man or a hero.

He is a scholar who tirelessly explores the truth of the world and a wise man who is well versed in the changes of the laws of nature in the world.

While reason makes him seek benefits and avoid harm, it also makes him less emotional. But he doesn't mind, because this is how his life has been through.

Proudo Dognos never considered himself the supreme Dharma God, which was a reputation passed down by outsiders and was consistent with strength. For him, he preferred others to call him a scholar of truth.

Explore the truth of magic, explore the truth of the world, explore the unknown truth.

This is what all magicians desire, but only a few people can really implement it throughout the world and go deep into the bone marrow to transcend the changes in the world.

Therefore, Prodognos often needed to search alone, and he was used to searching alone.

So, he was sad about his old friend's departure, but he didn't feel that he needed to make more changes for this.

The way of truth is unobstructed, and the world changes like water.

It flows by, cleansing people's hearts, but is clear and transparent, and does not retain much intensity.

Maybe it's because I've seen enough, or maybe it's because I've seen enough.

In Prodognos' life, he did not interfere with the changes in the world several times. This kind of characterization is strategy and the way to survive.

The way of survival belongs to Prodognos.

Some people choose to search alone and only care about their own life.

Then naturally some people will choose to eradicate opposing evil for their own beliefs.

Just as the Emperor of Dorogo was preparing to welcome the inheritance given by heaven and earth, a scepter with a sharp base stabbed from Dorogo's back.

The scepter arrived in an instant, bursting out a scorching light, and plunged deeply into the heart of the Emperor Dorogo.

"die!!"

A Holy See believer who looks like an old woman, wearing the escort of the Holy See, wrinkled his face and shouted out the word "death".

"Even you are here? It seems that the Holy See can no longer provide any other power to deal with me."

The Emperor of Dorogo did not dodge or dodge, and allowed the old woman's scepter to pierce into her heart.

"Su"

Once you pierce through, the shadow disappears.

The scepter seemed to have hit the Emperor Dorogo, but it only touched his back.

“Too slow, too slow, too slow.”

"Your speed is not as fast as that one."

"Where is the Divine Realm? It won't be there?"

"After sleeping for a long time, has the divine realm disappeared?"

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, they are already people standing in the coffin with their feet. Are you still here to die? Want to die twice?"

...

Dorogo suddenly jumped through the palace hall. Countless shadows appeared, as if there were many clones, scattered the entire hall.

The old woman struggled to chase after her, but every time she waved her scepter, she would pierce black shadows.

The shadows are everywhere, Dorogo also has phantoms left everywhere like changing shadows.

"You're so old that you're only a layer of god-level skin."

"No, you may not even be able to compare with the Holy Land."

"It seems that there is no one in the Holy See."

"The war of gods will end sooner than I expected."

"A contemporary pope died, and today the Holy Church will die, and another former descendant will die."

...

Dorogo's strength has leaps and his personality has also changed drastically. He, who was originally full of friendship, always liked to chatter and chatter endlessly, showing himself and also released his dissatisfaction with endurance for decades.

Those who are magnanimous, those who are great and square, those who are tolerant and affinity are torture to him.

He was anxious and very resentful.

This hatred transformed into his figure, and this resentment merged into his divine power.

A black phantom appeared, which was a dark demon god who closed his eyes silently but was terrifying.

"New offering."

“New faith.”

"A new world."

Three chants of arias, three slowly stretched out shackles.

The complex spells surged out one after another, attaching to the sudden appearance of the shackles.

The fragile and decaying iron chains, as if they touched the broken shackles, tied up another legendary existence of the Holy See.

"KaKaKaKaKaKaKa"

"KaKaKaKaKaKaKa"

The chains wrapped around the legend's body, imprisoning her hands and feet, and even more imprisoning her head.

“My God is forever.”

The chains wrapped around tightly, contracted little by little, squeezed little by little, and the old woman gradually couldn't breathe. But she pulled a little breath and blew out four hoarse words.

My God is forever.

"KaKaKaKaKaKaKa"

"KaKaKaKaKaKaKa"

The old woman's god did not respond to her.

The chains are constantly tightened.

At this time, Dorogo appeared, standing in the palace hall, looking up at the old woman who was gradually being squeezed out.

"puff"

"Bang"

The explosion of the flesh came as promised, and blood sprinkled on Dorogo.

Facing the blood rain and the swelling of the body, he did not dodge or dodge, and raised his hands high.

Welcome that has arrived...

After the blood rain came, the golden light shone as huge as a city...
Chapter completed!