Online Game: Level 1 I Ended the Gods

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Many mythical powerhouses in the temple also have invincible means.

After all, the real source of the invincible skills acquired by the Temple Master of the Temple of Heaven is the Temple.

Not all temples have this invincible skill, and only a few have them.

Dozens of mythical powerhouses haven't reacted yet, the shields on their bodies were torn to pieces, their bodies were cut by countless space cracks, and they soon lost their breath of life.

The guy who turned on invincibility or divine protection was better, and didn't take any damage.

Of course, this does not mean that they can escape the disaster.

Under the space storm, they were involved in the space turbulence and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

With just one move of the space storm, the temple alliance army was instantly stunned. Except for the mythical powerhouse who escaped faster, the others either died tragically in the space storm, or were banished by the strange space power, and their whereabouts were unknown.

Only the few who had the invincibility effect turned on survived.

At this moment, they no longer have the idea of ​​fighting, and they are scattered wildly.

The loss is too great!

In a short period of time, at least thirty mythical powerhouses died.

This is the greatest casualty of myth ever.

The other party also proved their strength with practical actions.

These people did not leave completely, they did not want to retreat, but were waiting for an opportunity.

Without invincibility, no matter how strong the strength is, the two fists are no match for the four hands.

"Dimor! Take a good look at what you have done! If you hadn't protected him back then, this kind of thing would not have happened! Will you compensate for the loss of the Temple Alliance?"

There was a violent shout in the sky, and a more terrifying breath came.

One after another, powerful beings wearing royal crowns and various papal robes descended.

Although the matter here is handed over to the hundred mythical powerhouses of the Temple Alliance, it does not mean that the temples will not pay attention.

At the moment when the mythical-level powerhouse fell, they sensed it and rushed over here quickly.

In the end, it was still a step too late, failing to stop the eruption of the space storm in time.

"Triberg! You have disappointed me so much!"

"I saved you back then. It's my fault! The mistake will be borne by me."

The Pope of the Temple of Wisdom came out and looked at the space storm that had not yet dissipated in the distance, as well as the broken limbs and wreckage everywhere on the ground, with a distressed look on his face.

He had received the great kindness of the other party back then. If it wasn't for Triberg's shot, he would have starved to death in the streets.

Until he was chosen by the God of Wisdom and changed the fate of his life.

Because of the kindness of the year, the Wisdom Pope paid a great price to protect the last prince when the sun never set and the empire was destroyed.

This also makes the Temple of Wisdom the smallest in number of believers in all the temples, and it has to bear the blame of the God of Wisdom, which is a heavy price.

A thousand years of silence, I thought that the other party would safely return to the dust with the memory of the empire on which the sun never sets.

Still thinking wrong.

"Haha, Dimor, even if it happens again, I will save you!"

"Unfortunately, you are the Pope of the Temple of Wisdom, and I am the remnant of the empire where the sun never sets. For thousands of years, watching the temple take away my land, take away my people, and watch them mutilate those close to me, you know what I am feel it?"

"You don't understand, there is never a real empathy in the world!"

The Pope of Wisdom looked at the old man in linen with a helpless expression.

The other party is not only a savior, but also a thousand-year-old friend of his own.

In the days when there is not much time left, they have to stand on opposite sides.

"Ugh……"

A long sigh.

Belonging to two different camps, he has a reason to have to shoot.

"Friend, let's do it!"

The old man in linen smiled miserably, and his eyes gradually returned to calm.

"I haven't touched you for a long time, so let's have a good fight!"

The two figures fought together, and the figure of the Pope of Wisdom was like a ghost, as if he had the ability to predict the future.

"What a rogue means!"

"Space shock!"

The space around the linen-clad old man vibrated, forming ripples.

All targets affected by the Spatial Concussion are stunned.

The Pope of Wisdom, like a prophet of uncertainty, escaped lightly again and appeared outside the range of the spatial shock.