You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 145 Blood!Blood!Blood!

As the sun set, an inexplicable smell began to emit from the earth, like the smell of blood intertwined with something heavier.

The silent clouds in the sky were dyed red by the light that filled the assembly square, forming a thick blood-colored curtain.

The blood seemed to be the malice overflowing from the dim sky, flowing in the air, giving people a creepy feeling of being spied on at all times.

The ubiquitous red illuminated the towers of the Castle of Abundance, turning the originally golden and bright exterior walls into a dull turbidity.

Blurred images appeared on the windows, and the towers turned from guardians into ruthless evil things that shackle the lives of the square.

"what happened!"

"What movement?"

The drastic changes in the environment have made many church leaders who were already highly sensitive to power restless.

Their unbelievable eyes were fixed on the only possible initiator of all this - Ige.

But Ige, or more accurately Li Yi, who had already arrived, didn't care about the sight of these people at all.

To be honest, he didn't originally intend for God to descend.

Ige's current "Supreme Link" level is too high, causing the "road" for the projection of the god's will to become extremely wide.

On the one hand, this allows Li Yi to release the divine power through Ige's body that is far beyond what ordinary apostles can tolerate. Ige's body and soul will also be greatly improved after the end of Li Yi's divine descent.

But on the other hand, this also means that Igor is more likely to "retrograde" on the path where human souls should not wander.

For the barren and weak human soul, the rich connotation of higher dimensions has a natural attraction in itself.

The wider the corridor, the greater the attraction.

One end of it is Ige's spirit, and the other end is the highest dimension where Li Yi lives.

Once Ige's soul really moves towards the dimension of gods, the result will definitely be annihilation in the vast infinity.

In fact, Li Yi had already discovered the signs of this when the gods descended last time, so he deliberately controlled the time of the arrival.

And this time the time for God to descend is probably even more urgent.

But it won’t work without God’s help.

Li Yi actually wanted Yi Ge to be a gentleman. After all, he should not raise his voice when he was justified, and he could explain the situation clearly and let everyone sit down and talk slowly.

Unfortunately, some people just can't listen.

Just for the priest who wants to return to the church in public, he will be beaten as a public enemy of the north, and you will use him as a stepping stone to show your majesty?

If you are really strong, then you are indeed justified.

The question is, who are you?
Li Yi cast his bloody eyes at Eden and stared coldly at the ant not far away who looked suspicious:

"Since you don't understand Ige's reasoning, then I'm here to help him explain it to you."

"Now, you have two options."

"Or, you can cut off the palm of your right hand that is busy lifting it up and down as an apology, and then return it to my priest."

"Or, I'll cut off your useless head, and then go find my priest."

"Choose quickly, don't waste my time."

Li Yi's tone had no ups and downs, but it made everyone present feel chills in their hearts.

The ferocity behind those sacred words was simply breathtaking.

Almost at the next moment, several waves of transcendent momentum erupted in the assembly square at the same time.

Several more gods came to help the apostles resist the all-pervasive divine malice.

Now it is clear to everyone that the prisoner's identity is the priest of the God of Ceremony.

But now, yes or no is no longer important.

As the most powerful man in the North, Eden did not dare to respond aloud when faced with the pressure that seemed to materialize and the overwhelming blood all around him.

How is it that the power shown by the God of Liturgy is so different from that in church records?
What went wrong?

This feeling of being out of control made Eden feel uneasy, and the terrifying atmosphere around him only aggravated his inner panic.

However, at this moment, a mysterious and sacred voice suddenly sounded, clarifying the increasingly solemn air and giving Eden a chance to breathe:

"Your Majesty Obrat, this matter should end here."

"As for your priest, I believe Eden will give you a satisfactory answer later."

Li Yi turned his gaze to the speaker, and then sneered.

Isn't this the woman with the fragrance of flowers?

There really are just as many believers as there are gods.

"Are you Swetha, the God of Flowers?"

"Yes, Your Majesty Obrat."

The God of Flowers controlled the body of Apostle Tsveta and answered Li Yi's questions lukewarmly.

The purpose of His words was to relieve the apostles of the God of Abundance, and did not intend to show favor to Li Yi.

After all, with Tsveta's previous strong hostility towards Ige, it was useless to try to build a relationship now. It would be better to follow Iden and the God of Fertility all the way to the dark side.

Li Yi looked at the flower god who appeared halfway and smiled again.

The atmosphere seemed to be relaxing.

But the next second.

Li Yi's words made the hearts of all those present who hoped that the situation would calm down hit rock bottom again:

"What a fine dog!"

When the God of Flowers heard this, his expression became extremely ugly.

Although the gods are generally indifferent, this does not mean that they can turn a blind eye when being pointed at their noses and being humiliated.

He immediately scolded:

"Your Majesty Obrat, please pay attention to your words."

The language of the gods has extremely special power. It will "bloom" the wrath of the flower god in a certain way on the square.

This release of divinity, which was extremely destructive to mortals, forced a group of gods to descend on the apostles.

A meeting of mortals eventually turned into a gathering of gods!
"Believe me, you won't want to be our enemy."

With many allies coming to the mortal world, the God of Flowers has become more confident.

Looking around, we see the god of blazing fire, the god of abundant lakes, the god of clear springs, and the god of rising wind.
All the allies and vassals of the God of Fertility stared closely at the "unruly" Li Yi.

The mixed divine power circulates naturally, suppressing the spreading and expanding bloody aura.

For a time, the originally menacing Li Yi became the target of public criticism just like his apostle Ige.

Li Yi glanced around these divine descendants indifferently, and finally turned his attention back to Swetha, the God of Flowers:

"Since you like being a dog so much."

"Then let's start with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Swetha was immediately alert, her divine power exploded in her hand, and she pinched out a delicate golden lily in the bright light.

This is the divine spell [Flower of Pity] created by Him for the priests of Floral Rhythm, which can weaken all hostility against the caster.

When attacking, the enemy will also instinctively want to avoid harming the caster of [Flower of Pity].

It can be said that this magic is the foundation for the Rhythm of Flowers to settle down and live, and it is also the first choice of Swetha, the god of flowers, when facing threats.

And Li Yi looked at Sweisha's dying struggle and the other descendants of the gods as if they were facing a powerful enemy, but there was no emotion in his bloody eyes.

He straightened his clothes and politely announced to Swetha:

"Died of blood in 2 minutes." What does it mean?
Hearing Li Yi's words, Swetha frowned.

What the hell is this old guy talking about?
He was about to question him, but was suddenly interrupted by the panicked shout of the God of Clear Spring beside him:
"Swetha, heaven!"

what?
The God of Flowers never thought that he could hear such a panicked voice from the mouth of a god. He immediately stopped stimulating the [Flower of Pity] with all his strength and turned his attention to the sky shrouded in blood clouds.

next second.

His body occupied by divinity couldn't help but tremble.

Blood!

It's all blood!

It was a scarlet, ominous bloody sunset gradually emerging from the clouds!
It exudes a shocking sense of oppression that makes people think only of death and desolation.

Suddenly, the bloody sunset cast a shadow on the earth, dyeing the world a bright red, distorted and painful.

Time becomes slow and heavy, and every breath of a creature is filled with despair and darkness.

The scenery illuminated by dark red is dreamlike, but it makes the observers' hair stand on end.

The trees outside the square cast long shadows, creating an unreal and strange scene between the light and shadow.

Everyone present, regardless of whether they have received the blessing of the gods or not, is destined to be trapped in the bloody light that rules everything and cannot escape.

"This level of power"

The God of Blazing Fire, as the god second only to the God of Fertility, was looking solemnly at the bloody sun rising in the sky.

Finally, he unconsciously turned his attention back to Li Yi.

What is the strength of this god of etiquette?

Why can He release such amazing power?
Could it be said that He has also broken through to [Medium God]?
Although it sounds incredible that a god who was injured and disappeared after the Final Battle successfully completed the promotion, if the God of Ceremony was still the [weak God], there would be no way he could exert such power!

Even if his apostle has the talent of "Supreme Link".

The three apostles of the God of Blazing Fire all possess the "Supreme Link", and there are many apostles in the past who have this important talent.

He believed that he had a clear grasp of the upper limit of the "Supreme Link".

Therefore, Obrat, the god of etiquette, must have become a [medium god] of the same level as him.

And judging from the terrifying power he can call upon, most of them have already completed their promotion a long time ago.

In this case, the attitude towards this god of etiquette and His black-clothed ceremony must change.
Thinking of this, the God of Blazing Fire couldn't help but be glad that his apostle didn't stand out when everyone criticized Ige.

Immediately, he looked at the God of Flowers with a little pity, locked by the bloody sunset in the sky.

It seems that today, Youshen is going to be in trouble.

At this time, Swetha was far more frightened than the God of Fire thought.

He could feel that the bloody sun in the sky was like a dirty eye, staring at Him.

He could not even separate himself from his divinity in Tsveta.

Time passed by second by second, and he could only bring a trace of comfort and relief by activating the [Flower of Pity] in his hand with all his strength.

Looking around, he saw that the allies who had been standing firmly beside him had all retreated to the stone chairs at some point, as if they were sitting still to fight against the bloody light.

The terrifying pressure brought by the high-hanging bloody sun made these northern gods who did not pay attention to the God of Ceremony instinctively choose to retreat.

Swetha deliberately wanted to get closer to her allies, but found that as soon as she moved, the people around her would move to other positions as if they were avoiding a disaster star, and they would not dare to contact her.

After several times, she shouted angrily:

"If we work together, can't we still defeat this evil god?"

"Why don't you do it yet!"

"Go on!"

At this moment, He completely lacked the grace and grace of the God of Flowers, and looked more like a hysterical shrew.

However, her shouts received no response.

No god is a fool.

To be able to summon such a terrifying bloody sunset, this strange god of etiquette must be extremely powerful.

It's hard to say which one is stronger or weaker than the God of Abundance.

As long as they are not humiliated in person, these gods who have been vassals for dozens or even hundreds of years have no psychological burden at all when they shrink back and show weakness and protect themselves wisely——

First, in order to exist in the Silver Continent, they became vassals of the God of Order and surrendered their divinity.

Then, in order to exist in the northern part of the kingdom, he also became a vassal of the God of Fertility. Although he did not need to surrender his divinity, he still needed to make his church obey the command of the full ears of wheat at all times.

If you really would rather live in pieces than in pieces, you wouldn't be able to act like this.

Now that this unkind god of etiquette is targeting you, the god of flowers, you may wish for more blessings.

We also need to think carefully about how to apologize to the tolerant His Majesty Obrat in the future.

After several attempts to no avail, Swetha could only turn her attention to the last hope, Grand Duke Eden.

He wanted to open his mouth and pray for the God of Abundance to come.

pity.

Time is up.

The next second, the scarlet light cast by the bloody sun that enveloped her suddenly seemed to come alive.

They solidified into mist during the wild dance, and then climbed onto Swetha's body at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

[Flower of Pity] bloomed with pure white light, trying to resist the invasion of blood light, but was instantly submerged in the blood mist, and no more light could shine through.

Swetha cut off all awareness of the body and therefore could not feel any physical pain.

However, before he could feel congratulated for his decisiveness, a heartbreaking pain came from his chest.

"what!--"

She couldn't help but cry out in pain, and while twitching, she looked at the fierce blood eagle that suddenly appeared from the blood mist!
Divinity!
My divinity!
He wanted to roar, but found that the mist had already penetrated into his body and condensed into blood that did not belong to his body.

The ever-expanding blood surged in His body, blocking every blood vessel in His flesh, and completely controlling all the projections of His divinity!
red!

Raging red!
Blood!Blood!Blood!

"what!--"

The chaotic scarlet completely destroyed the flower god's perception.

Even the endless regret has passed away.

at the last moment.

He saw only the ubiquitous, loving and warm blood.

boom--

A loud explosion sounded.

The city lord of "Eredor", the most beautiful woman, and the apostle of the Rhythm of Flowers, in the eyes of many gods who were either vigilant or awe-struck, their bodies were burst by the frenzied blood that was constantly growing in their bodies.

patter—

Blood rain fell on the ground of the assembly square.

Complementing the bloody sun in the sky.

Li Yi smelled the refreshing smell of blood in the air, turned to the stiff-looking Eden again, and grinned:
"It's time for you to answer me."

"Head. Or hand?"

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