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"Your Excellency, emergency telegram from the outer town!"

A red glove grabbed the report and knocked on the door of the temporary combat command in a hurry.

After receiving this telegram, Red Glove ran out of the telegram office for a moment and bypassed three or four people spontaneously gathered in the square to pray along the way.

This city built around the headquarters of the Night Church has absolute loyalty to the Goddess of Night. It is precisely this piety that most of them righteously refused to evacuate when the war came, allowing only children and the elderly to leave. They chose to stay in the city to provide assistance to the members of the church, vowing to fight together until the last moment.

They took the initiative to bring the wounded people removed from the front line to the hospital and even their own homes for treatment, providing clean food and clothing to the soldiers and extraordinary people. The fierce war closely linked the extraordinary people and the people, closer than before.

Bang bang bang! The door that was knocked hard by Red Gloves several times finally opened, and he hurriedly walked in.

"Your Excellency, the latest telegram! Fanxing Town has fallen, and none of the residents are spared. Foxac's Second Legion sent a vanguard force to clean Fanxing Town on the way to rescue the First Legion. It is suspected that a demigod led the team!"

"When sending this telegram, Lord Garian, Archbishop of the Moon Church, had set out to investigate..."

There was another person reporting inside, and the sound of typewriters and telegraphs was endless. This small building, which was temporarily requisitioned due to all residents evacuation, was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Hong Glove clenched the new telegram in his hand, and couldn't wait to speak after the colleague's report was over:

"Oh my Excellency, the people from Moon Town have evacuated! The church's Red Gloves said they had received the order from the army to retreat and had already taken the steam train from the station at 3:12 am, but there was a problem with their telegraph, and the telegraph is now sent with the latest one!"

He took out another piece of paper, looked at the telegram for time, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and pinched the telegram in his hand tightly with his fingers.

"The residents of Moon Town have all evacuated safely to Storn, the capital of East Chester County, around six o'clock today. However, the Archbishop Garian and the members of the Red Glove who set out to go still have no following..."

It's dawn...no news has come yet.

Now that the battle is fierce, the double loss of mystery and reality for more than three hours can be basically sentenced to death.

"What should we do? Your Excellency? If someone is sent to investigate, who should go..."

Just as the discussions were in full swing in the temporary command center, a figure passed by here quietly. He looked up at the windows of the building, and then continued to move towards the southwest of the city.

...

"It's almost here, right?"

Edward left the city and stayed at the cliffs outside the city, overlooking the snowy mountains in front of him and the abyss among the mountains.

The snow on the mountain has not melted yet, making the sunshine that scattered on the mountain range look cold.

"I originally planned to find an identity to cross the secret and sneak in, but now it seems that I can only find it." Edward reached out and rubbed the ruby ​​inlaid on his cane. The uniqueness of the demon's path was changed to this by Him. He was always a little uncomfortable if he didn't hold anything in his hand.

When I watched the sunrise, I should have left a mark... Which angel from the night came from the mountain? What Anna?

Edward frowned and recalled the stickman in his memory with the title of "Secret Service" on his head, while raising his cane.

In an instant, a bloody light enveloped everything in front of you.

It seemed as if it had been refracted by rubies, and it was somewhat golden sunlight and was instantly replaced with bloody red. The world was instantly turned to the opposite side, and the white snow in the sky turned into pitch black ashes, and the earth was filled with deep black symbolizing sin.

At this moment, all the sins that occurred in the Ammanda Mountains have entities, their names are war, cowardice, massacre, betrayal and chaos. The souls and resentment that died of sin are awakened in the projection of the coming of hell. Before they could make a sound of a roar, they were shattered and broken down into the most primitive spirituality, building this continuous spread and devouring all the abyss.

"What is the need to preserve the Kingdom of God?"

Edward exhaled indifferently, watching the white mist turn into a dark blue flame:

"Anyway, the materials in the Kingdom of God are all over the ground, so just recast them as needed."

After saying this, He touched his chin and stumbled. Since His real kingdom of God was still sinking in the trench and the carrier was another real island, he swung it up and smashed it on the territory of other gods during the war... It seemed that the damage was very high!

In an instant, the bloody sky continued to spread to the southwest of the Ammanda Mountains at an extremely fast speed, swallowing everything along the way.

“…ah, there.”

The devil looked somewhere in the mountains.

The arrival of the Kingdom of God was hindered there by a fleeting hindrance, just like when a tablecloth was paved, it would be ignored if it was not paid attention.

The storm in the mountains suddenly roared. Against the backdrop of the pale sun, the floating objects that drifted in the air with the strong wind gradually became clear. They fell immediately, leaving sticky scarlet spots on the ground.

Red snow symbolizes fear and death.

It was like an invisible big hand holding a paintbrush and swinging it casually in the mountains. These scarlet spots vaguely outlined a transparent outline on the distant mountains. The dark red blood slowly slid down the walls and doors of the cathedral that were gradually painted out. The portraits of the saints and angels outlined on the high collage stained glass windows were either covered in blood or shed tears.

Edward narrowed his eyes and looked at the outline, then showed a gentle smile, took a step towards the cliff, and fell into darkness.

Boom!

In the boiling darkness and the rising sea of ​​blood, a hideous black claw fell like a mountain near the church where it was hiding its body!

The mountains were shaking, the peaks collapsed, the church was instantly tilted to the side, the sculptures and stone bricks cracked, and a spiritual black yarn fog suddenly appeared in the air.

The black yarn mist quickly disappeared as soon as it appeared, as if it was about to merge with the air again. At this moment, the demon's sharp claws gently hooked the veil as thin as a cicada's wing, as if it could tear it apart with just a little force.

"I am honored to see the true body of the legendary tranquil church."

When He opened his mouth, the whole world suddenly became quiet, and the blood rain gradually returned to normal, leaving only the sound of wind accompanied by the devil's words, from windows, cracks in the doors, spirituality, from every corner, every path to the ears of the people in the cathedral.

"...I respect all the night watchmen who are still sticking to their posts and can resist surrendering to me, all the saints who are unable to protect themselves but still have to fight, and several angels who are already assisting the evacuation of the church after recognizing the gap in their strength."

The sharp claws easily tear open the secret.

Whether this is the True God or the King of Angels, it is no longer of use at this moment.

This ancient church was completely revealed. According to legend, only devout saints and chosen people could find in the mountains, the church was completely exposed to the demon's sight.

It is tall, magnificent, heavy, and is made of solid dark gray stone, standing in the midst of blizzards and historical changes.

The sharp claws released the secret veil that dissipated in the air, and grabbed the church's spire like a sloping firewood. The stone bricks shattered, leaving deep cracks on it, filled with scarlet red like life.

"...Are you still waiting for the salvation of the gods until now? If humans surrender now and hand over the church to me, I might be in a good mood to let you and the people in that city go away?"

After a while, no one answered.

The demon smiled twice with perfunctory praise, and then he reached out and broke the church's spire.

"Then I'll come and ask for it myself."

...

There was silence in the quiet church, as if there was no living person.

The thick door carved at the top of the door frame slowly opened. Uninvited guests walked into the church calmly with fear or uneasy sight.

He did not feel the feeling of being welcomed by the extraordinary people of the Night Church. The door was empty. Edward casually scanned the church. The thirty-two, seven saints and two angels. The angels did not come forward, but he used a secret to protect the Middle Sequence through the seal, and looked like he was about to fight to the death with Him after he had sent them away. Edward did not intend to intercept them, because the Night Church still had the necessity to exist. He came, and the Night and the God of War Church were to be beaten. The Ammanda Mountains could not let Fsak's God of War come in now.

After being stripped of mystical and divine majesty, the Serenity Church is just an especially magnificent architectural masterpiece.

As for - if someone really surrendered and handed over His lost extraordinary character and the prisoner's path, would he still fight?

The answer is... depends on your mood.

"It always feels guilty to damage such a building."

Edward looked up at the disappearing cemetery, and the temperatureless sunlight shone down from it, reflecting the bloody sky outside. The ancient murals that painted many saints and angels were broken off by Him, and are now lying in his own cabinet.

Although it is indeed a bit regrettable for the destruction of the masterpiece, it is not a reason to open the door to the church and the believers of the night.

He casually tore open the seals and secrets and headed to the dark underground seal chamber. In the dark corridor, Edward finally heard the footsteps of human beings - the footsteps gradually sounded and approached. It was getting closer and closer, with panic and fear, like a poor man chased by a nightmare.

The person has not arrived yet, but with a hint of pursuing death... In this case, he is not the one who comes to lead the way and deliver things to him.

Are devout believers or those driven by anger to take revenge?

No one surrendered, and I have to find a sealed place myself?

If Edward was still a little interested in listening to the other party say "for God" or "for you to be killed..." and then teased a few words before taking action, but now he was a little impatient and didn't want to know what the other party was suffering. So, under the gaze of the cold eyes from the deepest part of the abyss, the creature running ahead suddenly twisted, and cold darkness enveloped him. A dull sound came from his chest, and blood gushed out of his orifices, and was killed by his emotions in an understatement.

Then Edward inhales slightly, as if he was about to blow out a candle.

With a dark breath of destruction, it swept forward, turning into a straight torrent, sweeping through every corner of the seal chamber.

Wherever they passed, the black lines of seals, walls, ground and extraordinary people who had no time to escape were all destroyed. Even the bottom of the church and even the frozen soil of more than a thousand years in the mountains were burned out completely, like cotton wool falling into the fire.

Dust and ashes went away with the wind.

After breaking the seal, the active seals that were not afraid to move in the breath just now lit up in the light. The box grew legs and a golden light appeared in the gap, as if it was full of treasures, but Edward only saw countless piles of broken bones. The unused blood-stained sword moved by itself and was grabbed by a dry palm that was also a seal. The palm was hanging in the air, and the rusty iron sword slid on the ground, leaving a series of sour sounds. The music box opened the button with a click. There was no dancing villain, only a round gold sticking to the chassis, spreading out radioactive gold threads, and its axis rotated wildly, making a mechanical sound:

"Praise the sun! Praise the sun!"

Edward couldn't help but look at the music box for a few more times, reached out and grabbed it and put it in his pocket.

When He studied how to use this music box and began to think about how to put it secretly into the office of the real Creator, the tunnel that had already been frozen in front of him suddenly turned black, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The figure was wearing a simple linen robe with traces of sewing, a belt of bark tied around her waist, her long black hair fell down freely, her feet were not wearing shoes and socks, covered with dust and scars.

This is a lady with very ordinary facial features and star-like light in her dark eyes.

Just seeing her, Edward's mood immediately became much calmer. He found that the survivors in the basement were still moving, and a red full moon had risen in the sky outside the window.

Edward was stunned for a moment, and smiled unexpectedly:

"I remember you, you are Arianna... Goddess of the Night, do you have no other god-depositing container?"

The lady looked at Him quietly, with stars flashing in one eye, and the other seemed to have the light of the red moon sealed. After a long time, He spoke softly:

"I thought about it for a long time, but decided to take a gamble."

He smiled: "I haven't had such an emotion for a long time, and maybe I haven't been forced into such a situation for a long time."

"You can't come." Edward said casually as if he were a family, "I'm not interested in chasing a king of angels anyway."

The corners of the goddess of night curled up slightly, and then put them down.

"I can't do that."

"If I give up my anchor, I will be nothing."

TBC

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I've come here, just take a gamble.

Why do you need this chapter? There are still readers asking "Why is Lao Ai 1+1\2+1 the Demon Sequence 0", because when you are already a true god, you only need 1+1 when you are a multi-path true god!!!
Chapter completed!