Purgatory

Chapter 561 Faithful Place
The tall and gorgeous seven-colored divine figure of this extraterrestrial god who once appeared and tore off a limb of Star Galactus has been lingering in their minds recently.

They had imagined countless times that this powerful extraterrestrial god could stand under the sky again.

Able to attack Galactus again.

With their own strength, even in their lifetimes and eons, they would never be able to destroy Galactus.

They can only place their slim hope on the gods outside the sky.

Because Galactus had brought unprecedented divine punishment and killed those weak and innocent lives, they were even more eager for the return of this extraterrestrial god.

They are willing to pay any price as long as Galactus dies.

"kill!"

"Kill him!"

"Please must kill Him!"

"Please, gods from outside the sky, we are willing to turn to you and believe in you. We are willing to build temples and shrines for you and worship your statues from generation to generation!"

"All I ask is that you kill Galactus!"

Countless prayers and loud roars and shouts were like flash floods and thousands of rolling thunders exploding.

There are six complete continents, some small pieces of land, and ships and canoes floating in the darkness. Wherever there are creatures from the dark hell, the voice of prayer echoes between heaven and earth.

All the powerful men from the Dark Prison who are still alive are looking up at the sky and looking at the gorgeous divine shadow.

This battle entrusts the great aspirations of all the beings in the Dark Prison.

There are wisps of strange power that cannot be seen with the naked eye and cannot be checked by the soul, but it is real, curling up from the land and ground in the dark prison.

The expectations in the hearts of all living beings, their prayers, and their desires and appeals all point to that colorful figure.

Those wisps of strange power, with clear goals, converged on Pang Jian's divine body.

These powers that transcend Pang Jian's cognition are called the power of faith.

They are ethereal, they are traceless, they ignore spatial distance.

They suddenly converged on Pang Jian's immortal soul.

Pang Jian, who was holding the sword, trembled slightly.

He clearly felt that the foundation of his soul was being watered and nourished by magical nectar.

After hundreds of millions of people respect you, trust you, and regard you as a god in their hearts, they will actually produce strange powers.

This kind of power is extremely small individually, too small to be mentioned, like a drop of water in the vast ocean.

But no matter how small a power is, if it is gathered together by millions of strands, it cannot be underestimated.

Moreover, the power of faith can truly sublimate the foundation of his soul. It seems to be a very scarce nutrient after becoming a god, and it is also the source of strength for his continuous advancement.

"Faith, spiritual power, little can make a lot."

Feeling the pouring of this power and feeling the comfort of his soul, Pang Jian suddenly had an intuition.

At this stage, the beings in the Dark Prison regard him as a person of hope and faith. If he can successfully kill Galactus, he can successfully fulfill the extreme longing of the beings in this world.

Then, he will gain a very considerable power of faith.

His soul will also be cleansed and tempered.

……

Below, in the shuttle-shaped ship.

Han Yi was naked, stepping on the "extremely cold mountain", surrounded by ice-cold divine power. Her ice-crystal eyes were full of excitement: "Yingyue, do you feel it?"

"This is the power of faith!"

"The creatures in this world have put all their trust in him."

"The power of faith naturally condensed and poured into his body."

"I said that his body with seven-colored divine light is his true divine body! Yingyue, are you ready?"

The "secluded mountain" that was constantly spewing out white cold mist was already flying towards the sky of the dark prison when Han Yi spoke, making it clear that it wanted to participate in this battle.

Yingyue, the goddess of the moon, was also frightened by the immortal soul sacrificed by Pang Jian.

The stars are shining, the sun and the moon are together, and the scene of the six demonic realms emerging from the cave sky is indeed majestic.

But the real battle did not begin.

Under this situation, Han Yi couldn't hold back his anger and immediately drove the "extremely cold mountain" to the battlefield, which shows that Han Yi was very eager.

That high-ranking god must have put too much pressure on him, so that he could only take this gamble.

Yingyue thought so.

"That's all, let's go crazy with him once. The worst we can do is lose a divine weapon."

Yingyue threw out the crescent-shaped artifact, as if she was swinging on a crescent moon swing, and also rushed towards the star where the Star Eater was hiding.

The power of faith formed and gathered in Pang Jian's body, which surprised him.

The creatures in this world are really desperate and on the verge of despair, so they place their hopes on a human god.

Don’t they know the reputation of the God of Humanity in the sky?
The people in this world simply don’t understand what believing in a human god will bring to the Dark Prison.

But when she thought about the people in the Dark Prison who were being wantonly slaughtered by Star Eaters, Yingyue suddenly felt that compared to her current situation, the consequences of believing in a human god were not unbearable.

"You are really powerful enough to make Galactus die in the Dark Prison. Only then can you be worthy of all the people in this world."

"I hope the disasters in this world will end in this era."

Yingyue suddenly turned around and glanced at the Dark Spirit Tribe woman who was kneeling on the ship and looking up to the sky with a sad expression.

once Upon a time.Before she became the Moon Goddess, when she was still a young girl, she was also the saint of a tribe.

Once upon a time, He also desperately longed for God's favor.

It is a pity that no god favored his ethnic group at that time.

The "realm" where He lived at that time was very remote and could not enter the eyes of those majestic gods. There were no gods to care about them and provide them with the magic that could forge divine paths.

It was He Yingyue who blazed a divine path on his own with painstaking efforts and his own strength, leading His people to step out of that small world with the word "boundary".

Because he was not from a powerful clan outside the world, and because he did not have a deep foundation, he worked hard to break through his own realm.

But it can only be wasted in the ranks of middle gods.

No earth-shattering fortunes converged, no miracles occurred, and in another 100 or 1000 years, He would not even think of taking a step further.

If He does not continue to advance to the throne of God, those believers who believe in Him and the ethnic group into which He was born can only stop here like Him.

"If you don't break it, you won't build it. If you don't gamble or fight, you will never have a chance."

"I came to this deserted galaxy just to look for opportunities and new hope."

"He, a newly born god of the human race, dares to fearlessly step into the star where the Galactus is entrenched. Why am I so timid?"

"He is the real body or the divine body. He staked everything he has now. When he falls, he dies in the dark prison with no possibility of rebirth."

"As for me, at most I have lost a strong sense of divinity and a divine weapon."

"I……"

"It turns out that after I became a god, I gradually lost the drive to forge ahead. It turns out that I became timid and acted cautiously, which actually tied up my godly status!"

"I am trapped in my own prison."

Yingyue has a clear understanding in her heart.

On the way to the gray-yellow star, He was so blessed that he thought through many things.

He is no longer hesitant and no longer feels pressured by the power of the Alien Galactus.

……

Dark prison, under the dome.

Pang Jian, in the form of an immortal soul, stands on the cracked surface, the first sacred mountain in this planet.

"Visiting again, don't you want to come out and see me?"

Holding the Origin Demon Sword, with a brilliant galaxy floating behind him, and six demonic caves and heavens on both sides of his divine body, he lowered his head and looked at a crack in the ground that led to the interior of the stars.

He felt that Galactus, whose true form was like a giant net, was still "stretching" into the depths of the stars little by little.

It seems that it wants to use its special form of body to break the entire star into countless pieces and obliterate all the powers hidden inside.

"I have no grievances against you. You even cut off a piece of my limb. Why do you insist on staring at me?"

The divine voice of Star Eater came from every crack in the language of the Infernal Human race.

He could quickly master Pang Jian's language after hearing a few words.

"Whoosh!"

A section of his limb, like a flexible tree vine, suddenly sprang out of the earth.

At the head end of the limbs, there are many different radiances gathered together, turning into an illusory human face.

The lines on his face were cold and hard, and he looked like an ordinary member of the Dark Spirit Tribe, with nothing special about him.

Obviously, He just fabricated an image of the soul at will and had no intention of carving it out.

This is just to facilitate communication with Pang Jian.

"The people in this world have no enmity or enmity against you, so you kill them at will?" Pang Jian asked.

"Like you and me, beings who stand on the top of life still care about the life and death of ants?" Galactus sneered. He behaved like a real Dark Elf tribe member. He said: "Also, why do you Do you know that I have no grudge against them? I just woke up in the dark prison and didn’t have much strength yet. Do you know what happened to me? "

"I was hunted by them for many years. I hid everywhere and was seriously injured and almost died several times."

"Their ancestors, their so-called heroic martyrs, risked everything in order to refine me into a treasure."

"I survived desperately and worked hard to increase my strength to become the strongest person in this world. Why can't I vent my dissatisfaction?"

"I just wiped out all sentient beings in this world, so what's wrong with me?"

Galactus retorted and said, "Are you here to talk to me about morality?"

"The memory imprinted on my soul tells me that foreign spirits like me will be hunted by the gods outside the starry sky."

"Even in the hell world in the mist, it will be dug out by creatures like you and cast into artifacts by you."

"We are also spiritual beings, but we don't have flesh and blood. Our form is different from yours. Shouldn't we be alive?"

Star Eater angrily denounced the people of heaven and earth.

"Swoosh! Whoosh!"

Brand new limbs jumped out of the cracks in the ground like giant celestial snakes, instantly entangling the "extremely cold mountain" at Han Yi's feet.

"Boom!"

This crystal-clear iceberg was violently thrown to the earth by his limbs, smashing a giant crater into the star.

Galactus said coldly: "I have warned you two many times not to provoke me, but you don't listen!"

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(End of this chapter)