Bright Era

The church, the holy mountain, a nameless temple.

A few ascetic monks in simple clothes sat under a cliff outside the temple, looking at the cliff close at hand without a word. Moss has grown on their bodies, and birds have made nests on their heads. No one knows how long they have been sitting here.

Under the skin of every Ascetic monk, there was a faintly turning golden juice like magma. They are like a hot gold solution wrapped in a layer of human skin. As long as they tear a small gap in their skin, they can explode with great power.

Walking up the steep steps behind these ascetic monks, it didn't take a few steps to reach the entrance of the Temple of No Name.

An old knight wearing a black armor lazily leaned against the gate of the temple, drinking a pungent drink without a sip. The wine poured from the hip flask showed a weird dark red color, and it was a blood wine made with the blood of an unknown creature. Occasionally a drop or two of alcohol splashed on the ground, which would immediately corrode the granite ground into a fist-sized pit.

But this old knight, just drinking the poisonous spirits, didn't notice the slightest discomfort.

Entering the dim small hall, there are densely dense portals on both sides of the corridor that look like honeycombs. Some portals are open, exposing the small space inside, and some are tightly closed, and a low whistling sound comes from behind the door.

In the deepest part of the hall, is a small hemispherical hall. The walls of the small hall with a diameter of about 20 meters were carved with statues of countless gods. It was a scene of battle between the gods and other gods believed by the churches in the Western Mainland. Among them, there were a lot of sad scenes of the falling of gods.

Among these statues, even the **** of dawn, enshrined in the temple of dawn, which is the most powerful church in today, has broken a few huge gaps in his body, and the expression on his face is extremely painful and panic.

A black lacquered metal dragon head solitary in the middle of the hall, a tall man wearing a black robe with a terrifying white face, as pale as an undead, holding the dragon head in both hands, is constantly turning the dark gold Power enters the faucet.

Circles of faintly visible magic patterns continue to spread from the dragon head, and huge power is input along the dragon head into a huge crystal of divine power underground. After the crystal of divine power and the transformation of several huge divine formations nearby, it is laid down along a special line. The loop of power is quickly transported to the distance.

In the inconspicuous hills all over the holy mountain, many such unknown temples stand quietly under the cover of the rocks. In addition to these small halls, there are still many caves and caves that continuously emit similar power fluctuations-power fluctuations belonging to demigods.

No one can tell how many demigods are hidden in the holy mountain of the church. For countless years, in the previous religious wars of the Western Continent, the heavens died like pigs and dogs, and the holy realm fell like raindrops, but a demigod. . . The demigod has never recorded a shot.

Almost all demigods follow a secret covenant. Once they set foot in the demigod state, they are absorbed into the church after being baptized by divine grace, and after being crowned with various prominent titles, they live in such a quiet seclusion. In the holy mountain, basically no longer born.

The black-clothed man in the nameless hall injected the huge energy accumulated in his body into the dragon head at one time, and then took a heavy breath. Rao is a demigod who regains his energy very quickly, exhausting all his strength at once, and it takes several days to restore his original state of full strength.

The black-clothed man grabbed a water bottle from the ground with a gloomy face, and poured a divine water that was mixed with the tree of life essence, and his pale face gradually recovered a trace of blood. The shuddering superior pressure gradually spread from his body.

Throwing the empty water bottle aside, the black-clothed man suddenly roared: "Find me a woman! The higher the status, the better. It is better to be a woman like the cardinal archbishop in red, younger and more beautiful. , I want to discuss the mystery of the gods with her! Go!"

Panicked footsteps came from outside the hall, and quickly went away.

The black-clothed man snorted coldly. He walked around two times like a liger in a cage, suddenly walked to a weapon rack in the corner of the hall, drew a black long sword, and swung it viciously in the air. . The black long sword exudes a blood-colored light, and the blade of this sword carries a dazzling blood-red color. This is the **** spirit accumulated on the blade after countless slaughters.

"Damn church!" Lightly licking the blade with his tongue, the black man roared in a low voice: "What is the point of working so hard to become a demigod? You can't join the punishment knights, you can't join the court, you can't even One step away from the holy mountain, why should I become a demigod?"

"Wine, beauty, **** slaughter, this is the life I should have for Spedt. But now? I am a huge magic spar, and I supplement this sealed magic circle with demigod power every other month. ! Is this my life?"

After a few angry roars, the black-clothed man sat on the ground angrily. He held his fingers and counted the days when his favorite grandson, Stronen, would visit him. Every year, Stroen would visit him on the sacred mountain, and every time he would send a few beauties with skin as white as milk and as delicate as cream.

Swallowing heavily and spitting, the black man "Jie Jie" laughed strangely: "Stronen, my child, you use it more than your father! Your father is really a waste, in order to hunt down an escaped The succubus slave chased him into the abyssal world, and then died there! My Speter's glory was lost by him!"

"Well, you should use some more. If it weren't for my inability to leave the holy mountain, the throne of the Caesar Empire back then should be given to you!" Lying on the floor lazily, Spert mumbled: "Now The emperor of, does not fit my mind. After all, he is not my child. Although he is the blood of the royal family, he is not my child. This throne should be inherited by my direct descendants!"

Just when Speter sighed and sighed that he should not break through the semi-god realm so early, and should enjoy a period of prosperity and family support in the world, the sound of rapid footsteps came over. A saint who was wearing black armor and exuding a strong smell of blood rushed into the hall. He knelt heavily in front of Speter and said in a low voice: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness Stronen was killed. !"

Spert was stunned. He slowly got up from the ground, staring at the black-armored knight who was kneeling in front of him and said grimly: "What did you say?"

The black-clad knight lowered his head, he knew the horror of the man in front of him. The cruel and tyrannical Speter still circulates the legend of the "Crazy Bloody Prince" in the northern frontiers of the Caesar Empire. During the time when Spert ruled the northern provinces of the Caesar Empire, the northern frontier of the Caesar Empire was a **** on earth.

After taking a deep breath, the black-armored knight summoned his courage: "His Royal Highness Stronen was killed. He represented our country at the palace banquet of the Holy Light I of the Gaul Empire to celebrate the birthday of Holy Light I. Was assassinated in a large theater in the Gaul Empire!"

With a sound of'buzz', a strong black and red light spread out of Spert's body. Surrounding his body, several looming sword shadows gradually condensed, and gradually these sword shadows exuded suffocating With a fierce killing intent, he stared at the black-armored knight who was kneeling on the ground, and suddenly showed a bright smile: "Then, who is the murderer?"

Drops of cold sweat continued to flow down the black knight's forehead, and he said in a low voice: "There is no result for the time being. But the assassin of His Highness Stronen used an imperial military crossbow."

"Planning and blaming!" Spert said calmly: "The people who plant and assassinate are definitely not from the Caesar Empire. Well, it may be the Gaul Empire, I know, it should be them. The Gaul Empire was founded. At the beginning, there was an all-out war with us for nearly a hundred years. Between our two countries, there is a traditional feud, a feud that cannot be broken down!"

With a sneer, Spert said coldly: "The Hundred Years Land-Island War has been over for almost 40 years. The economy and people's livelihood of the Western mainland has recovered, and it is better than before. The nobles have endless demands on the territory. Nobles are pursuing territories, and big merchants are pursuing wealth, so war is inevitable!"

Pulling up his saber, Spert said solemnly: "War, they want to provoke a war! Then, I will give them war!"

Pointing at the weapon stand casually, a set of black armor flew up silently, wearing one piece by piece on Speter's body. With a crazy smile on his face, Spert shouted in a deep voice: "Bloodheart Knights, can you still kill? Do you still kill? Do you still dare to kill?"

Including the old man sitting at the entrance of the hall drinking, a full three hundred soldiers in black armor swarmed and quickly gathered in front of Spert.

Spert raised his right index finger and gently touched his lips: "Shhh, keep quiet, we leave the holy mountain secretly, don't disturb anyone. Let's teach the Gaul Empire a little lesson, don't let it Damn church disturbing our Yaxing!"

With a sullen smile, Spert took the three hundred old knights of the blood-hearted knights so violent and quietly walked out of the nameless temple.

An obese man wearing a red **** robes is bringing a beautiful face, and a girl who also wears the robes of a high-level priest hurriedly walked over. Seeing the heavily armed Speter, he couldn't help exclaiming.

In the next moment, Spert's long sword swept across, and the heads of the obese man and the beautiful girl soared into the sky, and blood was spilled all over the ground.

Quietly, with Spetter's powerful strength as a cover, the last three hundred knights of the bloodheart knights who set foot on the holy realm, followed in Speter's footsteps, and left the holy mountain without disturbing anyone.

The few ascetic monks sat at the door of the hall blankly, ignoring the outside movements at all. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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