Chapter 440 The Curtain Falls in the Dark Night
Lu Cang just smiled, but the faint killing intent emanating from Lu Cang told Cui Bing that what he said was definitely not a joke.
This person is really capable of killing all of their guilds.
boom!
The moment its hand touched the huge red stone pillar, it was directly sucked in by the huge red stone pillar.
"Varied……"
Gulu~
There was a sound like swallowing from this huge red stone pillar.
Cui Bing was eaten directly.
And gradually, pupils opened one after another on the huge blood-colored stone pillar.
These pupils opened and rotated, looking in all directions.
"Lu Cang."
"It's me, I'm here to take back what's mine."
All these countless eyes focused on Lu Cang, scanning Lu Cang up and down thousands of times. Every time he was glanced by these eyes, it was as if his whole body was being licked by a sticky tongue.
After a while, the countless eyes closed again.
"Well, come in."
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In a small town where the undead roamed, in a quiet hut, the undead old man faced a clock in front of him with hands that kept turning.
Tick-tock——
Tick-tock——
The retro clock turned clumsily, and the undead old man sat in a rocking chair, smoking a bone cigarette.
Next to it is the apprentice who has just returned.
"Master, have you repaired the clock?"
When the apprentice sees the clock, he is familiar with it. This is the clock that the master cares about most.
However, it has not been repaired since it was too difficult to repair.
But now that it has returned from doing errands outside, this ancient clock can actually turn again.
The master did not answer its words, but just murmured.
"This era will end soon."
"End of era?"
The master then turned to look at the little undead: "Yes, at the end of this era, those sleeping false gods and even quasi-gods will wake up."
"wake?"
The little apprentice still repeated it, but it didn't understand the meaning and asked: "What will happen if they wake up?"
"Xiao Ling, please recall, what is the essence of divine promotion?"
"Essence...increase in divine power? Or...evolution of divinity?"
The old undead said: "Oh, no, none of them..."
"The essence of divine path promotion is aggregation...gathering countless gods scattered in the world into one and only, achieving the only transcendent position of true god."
"What do you think those powerful gods will do once they awaken?"
"They..." The apprentice's pupils narrowed.
The look on the master's face became horrified.
The master sneered and said: "Yes, they will hunt and kill all beings who have the same divine status as them."
"Until he is the only one left on this throne."
"When they wake up, the whole world will be bleeding out from the gods, and all existences with the status of gods will be unable to protect themselves."
"Unless you have enough strength to ensure that you can compete with a powerful enough high-ranking god."
"Then, if I didn't have a divine status, wouldn't I be..." Halfway through, the apprentice laughed.
There is no godhead.
A piece of grass that is not even a demigod is no different from a grain of sand in that world where gods dominate.
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【Assassination Church】
In the dark night, the assassins in the church lurked in the shadows of the hall.
They are cultivating their minds and practicing their ability to hide their aura. As always, everything is as calm as the thousands of days and nights before.
And at this moment, there was a sudden moment...
The exact same premonition arose in the hearts of countless believers who assassinated the church.
Tixi's existence disappeared.
No……
To be precise, the true god of assassination disappeared.
Assassination's True God's throne was vacated. At this moment, all the believers of the Assassination Church knew clearly and clearly.
They have lost their faith.
[The Church of Assassination——Bai Jingting]
This is the church headquarters of the Church of Assassination. In one room, in front of the statue of Tixi, there is a white-haired nun with her eyes covered with a black strip of cloth.
[Assassination of Church Priest——Atshur]
"Why?"
Atshur murmured.
She felt a huge emptiness in her heart, and scenes flashed through her mind.
Flashback to the winter three thousand years ago...
The village was plundered by fire, the broken limbs of her relatives, the group of robbers and bandits with sinister faces had already ridden on her body, her despair for life, her hatred for the bandits in front of her...
Amidst all the hatred and distortion, there is a black and fierce figure.
The black shadow split the heads of all the gangsters like melons, and then pulled itself up after just a few blinks of an eye.
"I'm sorry...I didn't come earlier."
"From today on, the Church of Assassination is your home."
…
It was the church that saved itself.
Avenge yourself.
Since then, Atshur has been living in the Assassination Church. About a thousand years later, the commander who rescued her died in the mission.
Atshur buried him sadly.
After that, she gradually showed amazing talent, and finally spent 2,500 years, with the opportunity and cultivation of the church, she was successfully promoted to the sub-god of assassination.
At the same time, she was the sixth chosen god of the Tishi sequence.
She placed all her admiration and love for the church on the supreme existence.
Tishi, the assassination god who walked in the darkness and wiped out all sins.
Tishi who gave her a new life!
Since entering the church, in addition to saving her superiors, she has been worshipping Him every day and night.
But why!
Why!
"Lord Tishi!"
"Ti..."
Atshuer knelt on the ground, and the moonlight sprinkled on the hole on the top of the church.
She cried softly, and her arms fell weakly.
Why... did you disappear like this?
It would be great if this was an invasion by foreign enemies. It would be great if it could be solved by killing.
But now, she couldn't even find a place to vent, so she could only kneel on the ground helplessly and cry to the statue.
But as she cried, her sobs became much quieter, and her crying gradually became a little confused.
"What's wrong with me?"
Atshuer looked at his hands and raised his head to look at the huge statue in front of him.
"Why am I crying?"
The sad mood still lingered in his heart, but Atshuer could not remember the reason for crying.
He just felt a void in his heart.
"Why is there a statue here... in my room?"
"Who is this statue?"