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Chapter 143 The Race Among the Gods

Storms and holy lights light up the skies, while the drama of history plays out under the moonlight.

The terrified actors are concentrating on performing a wonderful drama, and the patient audience is watching the wonderful performance with great interest.

"Everyone says... my father Zechariah is the hero who saved the world..."

Gradually, line after line of text emerged from the blank history book of the historical record officer. Under the dancing posture of the elves, the power of time began to flow, and the audience saw the distant past.

People saw the ferocious body of the 'mother of worms' fall into the abyss, the disaster from the abyss finally subsided, and the dark age has passed.

The bloody hero held up the head of the abyss lord. He raised his head and let out a hearty roar. People crowded around the hero, sending out deafening cheers and praises.

The bewildered child stood outside the crowd, quietly looking at his father's joyful smiling face.

"Why...why is all the glory on him?"

The young children saw their father sitting on a high throne in the eyes of everyone's respect. From then on, the father who accompanied him became the supreme king.

"Because Zechariah was born a hero and you weren't."

The pope's ethereal voice sounded behind the child, he turned his head and saw the shining star.

Act one.

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Zechariah led the seven sages to build a high wall, and the kingdom of Savore became more and more prosperous. People sang the name of the king and lamented the selflessness of the hero.

The history books were still turning pages, and the pictures flashed by quickly.

"Why?! Why isn't he dead yet!"

The former child was very old, he was lying on the sickbed, looking at the extremely prosperous country outside the window with hatred: "Why do I have to die early as the king's child!"

"Because your father has been blessed by dragons and elves, King Zacharias will not grow old."

The Pope's ethereal laughter echoed in the small and dark room: "I told you, Second Prince, he is a hero, but you are not."

"I hate him...I hate him...the throne should be mine..."

The Second King let out a hoarse gasp, his eyes were so resentful: "Why do all the praises, praises and rights belong to him?!"

"Master Pope, I want him to pay the price..."

"As you wish, Your Majesty the future king, the eyes of the Holy God will always look after the devout heart..."

Act two.

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Zechariah II carried the spear cast by the Holy Light, he pierced the heart of the elf, he cut off the head of the dragon, and the prince who returned to his youth came before the throne.

The holy spirit began to infiltrate the prosperous world, the rituals were officially in operation, and the prince's eyes were cruel and crazy.

The audience let out a sigh.

"Why...my beloved son..."

The hero's expression was so sad, he stared blankly at his distorted son, Zechariah stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch his cheek: "I gave you a life of prosperity and wealth ...but why are you doing this?"

"Because you've lived long enough, Father."

The prince fiercely threw the bloody holy light spear: "And I will become a brand new king!"

In the next moment, the holy star radiated the power of the hero, and the upright king was crucified on the high throne, and only the crazy laughter of the new king was left in the resplendent palace.

And another wave of cheers from those followers.

Act three.

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The history books turned page after page, and finally, the bard stopped singing.

Standing on the stage, Zechariah II was in a daze for a moment, and the sharp blade he swung in his hand suddenly softened. He lowered his head in a daze, only to find that the handle of the gun studded with jewels had turned into a black rope.

The first section is connected to the seven-masted sailing ship, and the end is tied to the rope around his neck.

He's on the perfect gallows, kindly sponsored by Captain Ghost!

Behind the II is no longer a tall throne, those scenes have changed, the dark rainstorm wiped away all the people's frenzied smiles and cheers... only the cold wind and gradually shrinking despair are left.

He was hung in the sky.

"No...no...no...I don't want to die..."

The second king's bloodshot eyeballs protruded, his legs fluttered, his hands gripped the tighter and tighter rope, the king's finger almost pierced his throat, and the sinful blood dripped in the rain, Disappear.

A flash of bright light lit up the pale face of the Second King, and gradually, his hands hang down feebly.

In the last scene, the actors exited the scene, and the gray-haired young audience clapped their hands and laughed.

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The dark, angry clouds were still recklessly spinning, and under the majestic eyes constructed by the fierce light, the storm and thunder that could destroy everything in the world faithfully fulfilled the will of the gods.

A tyrannical river of thunder descended from the sky, pointing directly at the embryo of holy light that was surging with madness!
"Go back to that disgusting starry sky, Holy Light."

The Storm Lord made a cold declaration: "The temple of the gods I built in the abyss does not have a seat for traitors."

At this moment, the roaring thunderstorm devoured the embryo of the holy god, and the wrath of the god instantly lit up the whole world!But unfortunately...

The majestic heartbeat continued.

dong... dong... dong...

Just like the heartbeats of thousands of believers of the holy light merged into one, the devout belief beat the holy drum leading to madness, and the holy light ring on the embryo's head gave rise to symmetrical square spikes.

The bright holy light drove away the thunderstorm, and the mighty glow lit up the dark sky, coating the dark storm in the sky with a layer of golden burning coat!

A winding crack appeared in the dark sky like a wound, and the golden starlight flickered frantically behind the crack.

The power from the starry sky hangs down.

And under the gaze of the Storm Lord, accompanied by cries of madness and hatred, the incarnate embryo of the 'Sage of the End', the God of Light, changed again.

The baby's umbilical cord fell off, and those golden tentacles turned into spiral starlight spears. At the same time, immature arms grew out of both sides of the embryo, holding the golden spears in their hands.

The embryo of the holy god is still growing rapidly.

He is no longer afraid of any power other than the 'Law', the golden wings of the 'Sage of the End' expand infinitely, layers of waves of holy light rise and fall, almost covering half of the sky, dim The world is bright!
Under the influence of the two gods, the sky in the capital of the Holy Emperor became clear.

The sage of the end needs a certain amount of time to complete the ultimate descent, and the Storm Lord also needs the smooth progress of rituals to complete the descent of the kingdom of God.

This is a racing game among gods.

　Thank you Wuxin Wuhen for rewarding Ming's helmsman~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)