Diana, controlled by Donqi, almost burst into divine light, killing "Mrs. Anderson" beside her.

But in the end, he held back.

Like other extraordinary people, Tang Qi stared at the projected light and shadow, the scene above the Second Holy City.

More than thirty angels were holding the "Ancient Throne" and trying to send Lecter, who was sitting upright on it, into the mysterious starry sky.

This is indeed the most common path to becoming a god passed down from the two eras of ignorance and darkness.

Not only the Lord of Light, but other gods also use the power of faith to hold up the throne, and achieve the gods in the starry sky and under the witness of all spirits.

So at this time, the mysterious side of the entire federation will be boiling.

They all believe that they are witnessing history.

"If Lecter succeeds, he will be part of the myth, but he will definitely fail!"

Tang Qi was extremely sure that this idea came up in his heart.

At the same time, he realized it vaguely.

I'm afraid this scene is... a scam?

The prediction left by the extremely high-level "mh-046" cannot have such a large error.

From the nine angels holding up the throne and becoming angels?

What's more, the "angel stillbirth" in Mrs. Anderson's womb did not turn into an angel at this time.

"Is this a scam to trick the church into playing cards?"

"The stillbirth in Mrs. Anderson's body may be the ninth angel..."

A strong premonition swept Tang Qi's heart.

What he guessed!

But Tang Qi still dared not move.

Diana is a demigod-level magical creature, but he is not. He cannot fully exert Diana's power, and there is a high probability that he will only have one chance to take action.

Once it fails, there will be big trouble.

Especially at this moment, in his senses, the terrible crisis of life and death still exists, even more dangerous.

Fortunately, Diana was just a "corpse", without a heartbeat, nor any other metabolism. As if it did not exist, Mrs. Anderson could not find her at all, which gave Tang Qi a time to wait patiently.

"It is impossible for the official and the church to make Laketer a god!"

"When the spiritual tide returns to the era of change, the first god should not come from the chaos and evil camp."

It seemed to be to confirm this extremely certain idea in Tang Qi's mind.

The next second, when Lecter's throne was held up to the starry sky under the protection of "Sea of ​​Evil Flowers" and "First Spring".

Holy Eagle Nest City, a porridge yard that looks extremely ancient and has mottled bricks and stones that have existed for many years, suddenly opened its doors.

Inside, an old black man in a preaching robe walked out.

His hair and beard were all white, and the age spots on his exposed skin were no less than "York Sims". He held a book in his hands. The love and mercy in his eyes seemed to be overflowing. Even if the blasphemer was about to swollen the face of the Church of Light, there was no trace of resentment in his eyes.

"Evangelist?"

Tang Qi can judge his profession through dressing up.

Raphael said his name directly, just like when he saw the Thorn Sword Saint before, and his tone was extremely surprised.

"The last evangelist, Kenneth Graham, killed evil spirits from the foreign lands in a demigod manner before the passing of the Dark Ages, and then personally cooked meat porridge for the believers and returned to heaven that night."

When Raphael's voice sounded, the preacher had opened the book "The Gospel of the Saints" in his hand, which seemed to be held by most believers in the Church of Light.

He looked at the believers who were contaminated by the blood of the angels and looked at the cold angels.

The next moment, a loving voice resounded throughout the Holy Eagle Nest City.

"Those who believe in my Lord will have a peaceful heart."

"boom!"

When the holy light was about to explode, two more projections burst out in front of me, reflecting the scenes of Gathagorean City and Delaware City.

The central cathedral in Gathal City suddenly opened. A terrifying murderous intent suddenly surged in armor, wearing a armored body, with a knight's sword hanging around his waist, as if a sacred knight from heaven had touched the more than thirty angels that were rampant in the Federation.

"Lancelot, the Holy Knight!"

Raphael's commentary came, and the knight who came from heaven had already drawn his sword.

"My Lord said, I am not calling for peace on the earth, but to using weapons on the earth."

"boom!"

In the square before St. Teresa Hospital in Delaware, a statue of a nun suddenly emitted an extremely holy light. She seemed to have come alive and sighed softly. The old and loving voice immediately rang out at the next moment.

"God loves the world!"

...

The last one did not need Raphael's introduction. He was obviously not a awakened strong man, but a semi-god-level strange thing.

When the Thorn Sword Saint also took action at the last moment, the huge federation was almost swept by "Great Terror".

Four holy and terrifying brilliances were killed from four directions.

Just like the four "walls of glory", there is almost no gap in the slightest gap, perfectly integrated, covering all the angels, including Lecter on the throne.

It is hard to guess that the four figures, including "York Sims", all reached the level of the demigod.

It is enough to allow any extraordinary organization to join the powerful ranks overnight to be awakened in one minute within one minute.

And, not from the headquarters.

Church branches scattered in major cities, even statues of preachers and holy nuns, are not within the church, but in places like potty and hospitals.

The terrible foundation of the church is revealed to the fullest at this moment.

But when the holy light burst out, it turned into the "nation of the earth" in the federal territory. The shock brought by the angels holding up the throne was finally eliminated. The remaining ones followed by one giant angels looking down at the world were burned by the real holy light and defeated in the wail.

More than thirty angels were killed by four demigod-level powerful men, instantly causing the originally chaotic federation to quickly recover to the thrilling danger before the incident.

The black and green colors that pollute the water sources of dozens of federal cities are rapidly overflowing, while the civilians who are still tortured by the "blood of angels" are showing tranquility and tranquility in the soft holy light, as if they are entering a beautiful dream.

Just when the extraordinary people who participated in this war thought the dust was about to settle.

A sudden, strange scene happened.

The four demigod-level "Walls of Glory" are about to close, and the strongest power is bursting out, destroying the ancient throne above the "Second Holy City", along with Lecter sitting upright, the sea of ​​evil flowers, and the ancestor spring.

The projected image seems to be stuck, and there is a stagnant scene.

The holy brilliance is quickly consumed in stagnation and becomes thinner.

When everything recovers, the holy light dissipates silently.

In the second holy city, eight giant figures appeared. Although their bodies were broken and their wings were broken, they revealed the black and green flesh and blood surging inside, but these eight dirty but holy angels still held their heads high, poked out their hands, held the throne, and firmly sent them to the starry sky.

"My name is...time!"

It seemed as if the ubiquitous sound penetrated into the ears of all extraordinary people.

They looked at the scene that had recovered again, like an ancient mythical scene, and they all showed an incredible look.

What is even more terrifying is that at this time, deep in the sea of ​​evil flowers, on the ancient throne wrapped in the "ancestral spring", a mysterious and perfect figure suddenly appeared in the shadow, and a sigh full of absurd love resounded throughout the Federation.

Lecter!

Or, Bourne Anderson!

This craziest, genius strong man, the master of the hunting legion, and the arrogant and shameless shepherd, has appeared since the return of the Spirit Tide. He looked high at the "billion lambs" below, and then looked at the four demigod-level figures again.

A sarcastic look appeared on his perfect face. In front of the four demigod-level existences in the church, word by word, he tampered with the most commonly used prayer words of the Church of Light.

Accompanied by his voice, countless filthy and vicious scenes exploded in the black and green spring water.

Each picture is created by the cruelest and most realistic painter, that is, humans themselves, and it deeply reveals the dark side of human beings. Those desires that cannot be shown to be human are like plagues, and madness begins to spread.

The civilians who had originally entered sleep were dragged into nightmare almost at the same time, and the seven-colored "flowers of evil" kept blooming.

"I came to the world, and I saw endless lambs, who were lured by despicable demons and deceived by false light, so I brought the hounds, I released the primitive evil, I let the lambs give birth to angels, and the angels will hold up the good shepherd, and the great He will become..."

"Boom!"

"Become the Lord!"

The lambs began to roar again, and when the evil flowers swayed, their roar gradually turned into terrible chants.

"When my Lord comes to the world, the kingdom of the world will become His kingdom, and He will be king forever... the king of kings, the king of all lords."

While singing, the Federation seemed to be dragged into the "Nation of Evil", and the black and green breath invaded all life.

The ancient throne had risen to the sky. On the corresponding starry sky of Lecter, a sacred and incredible gap was born. The clean light shone down, as if as long as he stretched out his palm, he could jump into it and become... a god.

"Bang~bangbangbangbangbang"

In the secret room of the Ancient Castle Bureau, Tang Qi's heart was beating wildly.
To be continued...