Fast City.
Temple of Gods branch location.
The Black Wizard Abbott knelt on both knees in front of a huge statue, uttering fervent prayers.
"Great, rciful Lord, Your brilliance illuminates the earth, from everlasting to everlasting."
"The devoted servant bows here..."
"Lord!"
"..."
"Abbott!" A voice devoid of emotional fluctuation reached his ears, causing Abbott's body to stiffen.
Armor Protection Technique!
Flash Body Spell!
Automatic Avoidance!
...
Several witchcraft spells simultaneously activated, and an extraordinary item resembling a scroll appeared in Abbott's hand.
"It's ."
The voice remained steady:
"Saraf!"
Huh?
Abbott looked towards the direction of the voice, his face slightly changed, then he bowed his head reverently:
"Great Praise, Mad Changer, one of the Twelve Sages, I don't know what command you have for arriving here."
Saraf!
One of the Twelve Sages of the Temple of Gods.
Forrly an Upper Angel beside an Ancient God, a Heat Creator, Heat Transferer, it does not engage in any labor, its only mission (or essence) is to praise the gods and reveal their splendor.
With the fall of the gods, Saraf similarly acquired part of a Divine's traits, becoming one of the sages of the Temple of Gods.
"Divine Track sent a ssage, a transgressor appeared in Fast City, I ca to eliminate it."
Saraf, dressed in a white robe, holding a peculiar scepter inlaid with a giant erald, barefoot, walked up to Abbott:
"What extraordinary events have occurred here in the last half month?"
"Please wait a mont."
The Black Wizard Abbott bowed respectfully, lightly waving the Magic Wand, a book recording various events erged.
All-Knowing Book!
Fourth Tier Artifact.
This book will automatically record any extraordinary events within several hundred miles around its holder, provided the events do not exceed its capability limit.
Which is Fourth Tier.
Very soon.
A few unusual extraordinary events are briefly depicted before the one person, one god.
"Hmm..."
Saraf squinted slightly:
"Golden Sacred Beetle?"
"Mine!"
"Great Praise." The Black Wizard Abbott lowered his head and spoke:
"Since it involves a transgressor, shouldn't we inform the Radiant Sage, Lord Remiller?"
The Temple of Gods has twelve sages, with half in a 'dormant' state, and the remaining half each having their own territory.
Fast City,
belongs to Remiller.
"Ha..."
Saraf lowered their head, pure Holy Light gathered in their eyes falling upon the Black Wizard Abbott:
"Your faith is in the gods, not a single sage."
"Remiller..."
"She has long abandoned her forr faith, no longer committed to resurrecting the gods, perhaps one day she will also beco a transgressor."
Ah!
Abbott was stunned; he knew the internal struggles of the Temple of Gods were quite complex, with various factions contending fiercely.
But he didn't expect.
Even among the Twelve Sages, it was already like this?
"Let's go."
The erald on Saraf's scepter emitted a green light, tearing through space to open a passage.
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"Great Praise."
Deep in the dark underground, the Black Wizard Abbott asked quietly:
"What is the situation with this transgressor?"
The so-called transgressor refers to those who have obtained the power left by the gods but do not commit to resurrecting the gods.
Instead, they possess the Divine Power for themselves, or even turn against the Temple of Gods.
Such beings must be killed, and the divine power reclaid, which is also the main duty of the Temple of Gods.
Of course...
There is another type of existence.
'They' also possess Divine Power, but not as inheritance from the deceased gods, rather from other opportunities.
"It is an Ancient God."
Saraf the Praise whispered:
"Originally an ancient existence buried in the ruins of ti, awakened due to the gods' dormancy."
Ancient God?
Abbott nodded slowly.
Long ago, many Ancient Gods appeared in this continent, so older than the gods.
However, old does not equate to powerful.
A Divine's power partly lies within themselves, partly within their faith, whereas Ancient Gods have no faith.
Perhaps...
Abbott might even have the ability to kill or seal an Ancient God.
"We have arrived."
Saraf the Praise stopped, looking at the patterns underfoot, and the swarm of Holy Beetles ahead.
"Light!"
He spoke of light, and there was light in the scene.
The light was initially gentle, rapidly turning blindingly dazzling, followed by nothing else but light.
Saraf the Praise was like the burning sun falling to earth, endless light and heat cleansing everything.
"Zzz..."
The swarming Holy Beetles wailed miserably under the light, turning to ashes one after another.
"Go!"
The two continued forward.
Where Praise Saraf passed, light surged, purifying any power that did not belong to him.
Even the power of the Ancient God was the sa!
"Tap..."
He paused his steps.
Black Wizard Abbott hurried forward, carefully examining the patterns on the ground, finally giving an answer:
"It should be due to crustal movent. There's a problem with the sealing here, leading to the power of the Ancient God leaking out."
He looked up and said:
"We can reseal it."
"No!"
Praise Saraf gently shook his head:
"Since it has already erged from the ruins of ti, even if resealed, sooner or later it will revive."
Abbott nodded.
The ruins of ti were prisons built by the Gods, imprisoning Whisper Demons, Evil Gods, and even Ancient Gods.
There,
ti stood still, all things returned to ruin.
The Temple of Gods only inherited a part of the Gods' powers, far from being able to recreate the ruins of ti.
Since it cannot be completely exiled, it should be directly obliterated.
Praise is a Fourth Tier Peak powerhouse, considered top-notch even among the Ancient Gods in terms of strength.
Especially,
the target cannot move!
"You are guilty!"
Looking ahead, Praise Saraf lightly raised the scepter in his hand, light transford into countless light arrows piercing the void.
"Ah!"
A scream sounded.
......
Barro carefully moved forward, touching the stone wall.
It was too dark here, even his genetically mutated self found it difficult to see beyond a ter.
It was utterly silent, with not the slightest sound.
'Where is this?'
He felt anxious in his heart, predicting sothing bad.
The Night Watcher Organization's docunts had similar records; he was highly likely in a Dinsion Space.
To get out, unless one is a Third Tier Space Transcendent, there's virtually no hope.
"Crackling..."
A strange sound ca from the front.
Barro suddenly clenched his fist, the extraordinary item Thunder Fist Cover burst with dazzling thunder light, blasting forward.
"Bang!"
Over ten black beetles shattered on the spot.
"Dong..."
"It's !"
"Lady Monica, Blaze!"
Seeing familiar faces, even knowing the slim chances of survival, Barro still felt a relief in his heart:
"What's the situation now?"
"We were probably dragged by the Ancient God into its Dinsion Space." Monica lit a torch, illuminating the surroundings and said:
"The bad news is, we could be trapped here for life."
"The good news is..."
"The Ancient God's power isn't strong, or rather, being sealed it can't exert too strong ans, we don't have to worry about safety for a short ti."
"Transcendent, Ancient God, Dinsion Space..." Blaze had a vacant expression, smiling bitterly:
"If I hadn't seen this scene with my own eyes, I would seriously doubt the reality of the world."
"Blaze," Barro began to comfort:
"At the start, I was also very scared, but you just need to..."
"Boom!"
His words were not finished when the scene suddenly shook violently, countless rubble fell from the sky.
"What's happening?"
Blaze scread in terror.
"It has a problem!" Monica instead showed a joyful expression:
"Soone is attacking the Ancient God!"
No matter who it is, being able to hurt the Ancient God through the seal definitely indicates a strong person, which is a good thing for them.
"Ah!"
Screams echoed in the darkness, with the turmoil becoming more intense, accompanied by various strange sounds.
"Die!"
"Die!"
"I don't want to die!"
...
"Hehe..." Just then, a delicate and cute little girl appeared in front of the three.
The little girl took a bite of a red apple, her gaze swept over the three and settled on Monica.
"Little girl, want to make a deal with ?"
"A deal."
Monica protected Blaze, slowly retreating:
"Are you the Ancient God sealed here?"
"That's right." The little girl shrugged:
"I've been sealed for so many years, finally getting a chance to get out, but now I'm about to die."
"How unfortunate."
"If you hadn't done evil, you wouldn't have been sealed." Barro shouted lowly:
"Let us go, you might still be spared by the one outside out of kindness."
"Impossible." The little girl shook her head:
"That person wants my divine power and definitely won't spare . But if I die, you will also die."
She licked the corner of her mouth and said:
"Monica, right?"
"Help break free, and I'll let you live. Your blood can break the formation sealing ."
"By the way!"
The little girl laughed:
"The person outside trying to kill is from the Temple of Gods, it seems they are your nesis."
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