Belief In The Kingdom of God

In the space, a huge wave of fluctuations sounded.

In the eyes of countless people, a faint purple appeared clearly, heading in a certain direction.

The endless purple qi is rising, faintly turning into the world and everything, shrouded in an ancient palace.

In the palace, Hertus sat quietly, with no expression on his terrifying face, only a deep and calm indifference, revealing a sense of calm and calmness.

At this moment, all the source power that had continued for three thousand years burst out. In the endless world, a large amount of world source power was roaring, roaring toward him, setting him off like a god.

The source power of the universe is all roaring, this kind of scene is not different from the previous enshrinement, and even stronger, making the entire universe feel this kind of fluctuation.

At this moment, in this newly-born universe, all beings above level 4 felt the riot of Origin Force, faintly aware of it, and looked towards an unknown world in the distance.

The will of the universe has come here, deeply pampering here, watching Hutus.

Under the perfusion of the endless world, Hertus' figure began to slowly transform.

Under the purple air, he slowly stood up, and his body, which had been dry and horrible like a skeleton, began to slowly transform and renewed its brilliance.

Time seemed to be going backwards, and the aging breath that had pervaded him was swept away in an instant. The aging skin gained new strength and began to rejuvenate, becoming white and smooth, like a juvenile body.

In an instant, the old man who was old disappeared, and in the same place, a teenager who looked like a teenager stood there again, with a deep breath that enveloped him.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned to the old fifteen years old, handsome face, majestic and indifferent, with a kind of vicissitudes and calmness of reading all things in the world. And in his eyes, a faint gold is emerging, accompanied by the breath on his body

The more powerful it becomes, the more obvious it becomes.

The aura on his body slowly grew, and soon began to change from the original mortal, becoming a transcendent.

Level One···Level Two···Level Three···Level Four···

The world source power accumulated over a long period of time is so terrifying. The aura on his body soars all the way, and it slows down until the peak of the sixth level, and gradually stabilizes.

The reason why he stopped growing is not because the world source power has been exhausted, but his body has reached its limit at this time, and if he goes one step further, he will inevitably undergo a complete transformation. And all of this, Hertus naturally knew very well.

He raised his head, seeming to have penetrated all obstacles, and saw the end of the sky, the border of the world.

As for the thousands of troops originally surrounded outside the palace, they had already surrendered to his aura and did not dare to move at all.

These people looked at Hetus's young body and felt the force that made people unable to stand up courageously. They almost collapsed. They could only express their surrender to that figure, and could not resist in the slightest.

Hutus ignored these people, nor was he interested in killing these people who had destroyed his kingdom.

For him, these are no longer important anymore. Even the current ruler of this kingdom is already a descendant of many generations he does not know, and there is no family affection at all.

At this time, his whole person fell into a unique state. At this moment when the consciousness of the universe was shrouded in him, his will had a certain connection with the consciousness of the whole universe, and his innate characteristics were brought to the extreme.

At this moment, he felt the whole universe crying, the endless soul was rejected by the world with endless sadness, fell into the deep darkness, and let out a howl of pain.

The voices of countless worlds and countless souls seemed to have a connection with him at this moment, and were conveyed to him through the relay of world consciousness.

"I heard it, the sadness of the world."

In an instant, Hertus seemed to understand something, looked towards the sky and muttered to himself.

In his eyes, a little light became brighter and brighter, and a little light gradually danced in his eyes, evolving into scenes.

A silver moon appeared in his eyes, as if to symbolize something.

When he looked up to the sky, he could see a vision in almost all the world.

In all the worlds, whether it was day or night, dusk or dawn, everyone looked at the sky dumbfounded, and looked at the clear sky, with a dull complexion.

In the middle of the sky, a silvery radiant moon was slowly rising, emitting a vast brilliance, covering all the rays of light.

This moon is very special and bright. It seems to carry a certain unique power, giving people a sense of shade and mystery.

Among all the worlds, some worlds are daylight, and the sun is rising in the sky. There is also a world that is dark, and there is also a small world with a moon in the sky, emitting a faint brilliance. But whether it's the blazing sun or the feminine moon, all the brilliance is captured at this time, and it looks eclipsed.

A touch of silver moon went directly into the sky, taking all the brilliance without anyone thinking about it, and shifting everyone's attention to the body of the moon.

"What's that?" Looking at the silver moon, someone was puzzled.

"That is the eyes of the Creator, the manifestation of his will in the world, looking at the earth." Some people were surprised.

This vision lasted for a long time, and Hutus also watched it quietly for a long time.

Yinyue has a unique power with him, and this connection will become clearer as time goes on.

Therefore, Hertus did not hesitate.

He didn't look at the people around him, but just walked straight ahead, where there was a temple he had made personally.

He walked into it, as he had done in the past countless years, praying again to the **** inside.

The pious prayers sounded here, and as time passed, the rich purple air around him enveloped him and accompanied him.

This situation lasted for a long time, and finally, when the silver moon in the sky slowly fell, Hetus's figure disappeared completely without leaving a trace.

There is only an ancient temple left on the spot, and there is also a legend of the undead king.

At the edge of the entire universe, a little brilliance is slowly spreading, and a silver moon rises from the underworld and gradually rises upward, and its brilliance envelopes all the world.

This silver moon was transformed by Attis's divine power, and accompanied by a little core essence and power of Attis, it was extremely vast and magnificent, and it obscured all the brilliance.

With the constant turbulence of the world's source power, the silver moon fell again, slowly falling from the high star realm, returning to the underworld, and taking away a lonely and noble soul.

In the deep and peaceful underworld, a pure soul appeared here. Hajime's appearance caused a riot in the entire underworld.

The world source force began to tremble, and in the endless world above, a little bit of source force was gathering, coming toward the underworld at the bottom, and shrouded here.

The lines of the law began to interweave, and under the trembling of the entire underworld, the breath of the years on Hertus began to emerge, and began to connect with the surrounding lines of the law.

Lines of laws continue to emerge and interweave, gradually forming a sea of ​​laws here. In the middle of the sea of ​​laws, a soul quietly sinks and floats in it, undergoing the training of endless laws.

A sacred and eternal sacred fire began to ignite, accompanied by the transformation of Hertus, helping him to change quickly and qualitatively.

This is an essential change. With this step, in the entire underworld, the source force that was originally permeating outside moved again, thinking about Hertus madly.

"Is this the **** of the underworld you have chosen?"

With the igniting of the sacred fire, in a corner of the underworld, Sinvard in a scaly armor looked dignified, looking at Hetus in the distance and said.

Beside him, the figure of Attis also appeared here. At this time, he silently looked at Hetus in the distance, and his eyes revealed the changes of time and destiny.

"It's not my choice." He stood beside Sinvard and said, "This is the choice of the universe consciousness. I just pushed a hand in this process, shortening the original long time by countless times. The destined king was born ahead of schedule."

Sinvard nodded, staring at Hetus in front of him with solemn eyes, with a hint of exclamation in his tone: "Such a terrifying ceremony, such a terrifying source of favor, really..."

He looked at Hertus in the distance, with envy and amazement in his heart.

Compared to when he was ennobling the gods, Hertus's enshrining ceremony is undoubtedly a lot more magnificent. It is only the blessing of the source of the universe, which is several times that of him.

This not only represents the amazing and accumulation of Hertus, but also represents the cosmic authority and blessing he received far above him.

And the higher the authority of the universe, the stronger the power will be after the confinement of the gods is over, even directly comparable to his accumulation of thousands of years, standing at the same height as him. I can't help but he doesn't admire it.

However, even if he was envious and amazed, he was not surprised by Hertus' performance.

As far as the universe itself is concerned, compared to him as an outsider, Hetus, who is naturally still growing in the universe, is more likely to get nostalgia and favor. Once the gods are enshrined, the source of power that can be drawn is even greater.

Looking at Sinvard beside him, Atis had deep eyes and said: "For the universe, the position of the **** of death is too important, and the authority it can occupy is far beyond what other gods can compare. Yes, this effect is not surprising at all."

"In fact, for some reason, the immediate effect has actually been weakened a lot."

Sinvard turned sideways and looked at Attis with some confusion, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

But soon, he understood what Attis meant.

The underworld was trembling crazily. With the beginning of Hertus’ conferred consciousness, the source power from countless worlds was crazily flowing towards the underworld, but only one third of it poured into Hertus. , And the rest rushed into the deeper part of the underworld.

In the depths of the underworld, two extremely terrifying waves are resounding, which is the same as the scene of Hertus, which makes people look displeasing.

"This is?" Feeling this unconcealed fluctuation, Sinvard's face changed in an instant, and he looked into the depths of the underworld.

In the depths of the underworld, at this time there are two dazzling sacred fires flashing, and the ocean of laws gathers there, forming a vast ocean of laws, baptizing the figures in it.

In the middle of the sea of ​​law, besides Hutus, there are two figures.

It was a golden skeleton in the depths of the underworld, with golden flames burning on its body, exuding world-shaking power, drawing external source power all the time, and resisting the discipline of the law.

On the other side, also in the depths of the underworld, a terrifying undead hundreds of meters tall was really roaring, and his body was also burning with dazzling fire.

At this time, the entire universe is in riots, the underworld is constantly trembling, and the source of the three powers above it is connecting with the cosmic consciousness, pulling the sea of ​​laws to this.

And above the underworld, the endless world also fluctuates, wisps of source power escape from the world, sinking and floating along a certain unique traction, towards the core of the three strands.

Under this stimulus, the power of the entire underworld moved, endless undead roaring, feeling the unbridled spread of the three supreme auras, and almost being suppressed to the collapse of the soul, as if seeing his own supreme king.

"This..." Sinvard looked at the scene in front of him, almost unable to believe his eyes: "Not just one person enshrining the gods, but three beings lighting the fire at the same time?"

He could hardly believe his eyes, looking at this scene in front of him, he was extremely shocked.

On the side, Attis, watching this scene in front of him, he didn't feel any surprise at all.

He looked at Sinvard’s performance next to him and explained: “In a perfect universe, the authority of the **** of death is too important, and the blessings and source power it bears is too great. If it is all given to one person, not only Too much power is too wasteful."

"Therefore, I will divide the position of the **** of death by three, let three people inherit it at the same time, and ignite the fire."

In a perfect universe, life is always the most core part. As the **** of death who is in charge of the soul, the importance of this priesthood is self-evident. It definitely belongs to the top group of gods. It is only the main difference in the world of Biades.

But also because of this, just the source power needed by a **** of death is enough to create several gods, and if they all belong to one person, it may not be a waste.

And for Artis, it is definitely not a good thing that all these important powers belong to one person.

Therefore, as early as thousands of years ago, he took action to divide the original power of the **** of death into three parts and attribute them to three different gods.

And the thoughts at that time also led to the current result, which brought three different conferred gods onto the stage.

However, even if the Reaper's authority is three points, the three newly-born Conferred Gods are still extremely strong, and each of them is several times stronger than the previous Sinvard, which shows the power of the Reaper.

Thinking of this, Artis raised his head and looked at the three brilliant sacred fires in front of him, blooming in their utmost splendor.