People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room

Death is very vaguely defined in the occult.

For different species, and even different individuals, the boundaries of death vary.

Therefore, when Angel Isabelle found out that the "supernatural item, orc hair" pointed to the result of Arthur's death, she was a little surprised, but not shocked.

Arthur has successfully been crowned the **** of fantasy, immortal and immortal.

To him, death is nothing but an alternative experience!

However, even so, she was somewhat surprised and worried.

It is said that when Arthur was crowned a god, he stabbed a hornet's nest and slaughtered the dream gods.

Almost offended all dream gods.

It is a rare combination of the dream gods to deal with him.

This time 17bxW*x.C*O*m Zhang Si. This incident is known to everyone in the fantasy world.

So the current direction of death, will it be the successful revenge of the dream gods?

if.

That's it!

if not.

Then it would be troublesome.

Angel Isabelle was worried that Arthur was deliberately avoiding responsibility.

—Death, which in the mundane represents a write-off, has a similar effect in the occult.

Facing the resurrected Arthur, the orc hair will lose its anchor.

It is very likely that the Luna Sect will have a hard time finding Arthur.

In addition, some contracts that are not very effective will also lose their effect.

Therefore, in mysticism, many extraordinary people will cancel the contract through suspended animation.

"It should be difficult for Arthur to break the contract with my lord through death. But since he is a **** for the dawn, the result is not easy to say."

Strong sacrifice read sacrifice. "Everything is wrong!"

Angel Isabelle let out a faint sigh, and her figure suddenly disappeared from the stream.

She needs to report this matter to the Moon Church as soon as possible.

...

...

"...Isn't the remnant soul left? As expected of Mordiggian, the **** of the corpse."

In the boundless darkness where all the ghosts howled, Patriarch Byron suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of unsurprising sigh flashed on his face.

Just now he was in the nether hell, searching for the ghost of the clown.

The result was not unexpected, there was no trace of the remnant of the soul, as if he had died completely and cleanly.

"However, the death of the clown can cause two old days to compete, and his remnant soul may not stay in this dimension."

Patriarch Byron changed his mind.

The concept of hell, in folklore, is the dwelling place of the dead, the world after death.

But in the occult, it's actually quite vague.

Often as confusing as "Abyss".

As Patriarch Byron of the Hell Department, he was able to get a glimpse of the essence of hell.

In essence, it is a material level.

As air is to land.

It takes in the dead, accommodates the dead, and gathers the dead.

At this level, there are also countless dimensions that are unknowable.

The dimension that Patriarch Byron walks is the dimension most suitable for the dead souls to inhabit.

But it doesn't mean that all the dead souls will live here.

"Anyway, listening to these two old words, the clown should be completely dead, even if there are remnants left, it is meaningless."

"The **** position is really not that easy to sit on."

Patriarch Byron sighed with a complex face, no longer stopped, and walked to the depths of the nether hell.

—— Naturally, he took the shortcut of **** and returned to the Harrington Kingdom of North Continent.

...

When he pushed open the door of the Dawning Hall, the hall seemed to embrace him in the darkness before dawn, gently brushing away the fear and anxiety in his heart.

He walked to the end of the hall and came to the confessional fresco, only to find that Pope Dawn was staring at a crystal lantern in a trance.

That lantern is the standard lantern of the church.

The difference is that this lantern has been extinguished.

Even if the crystal lampshade is intact; even if the yellow lamp is full of oil.

Patriarch Byron, who saw this lantern, subconsciously thought of Francis' lampkeeper, Arthur.

As everyone knows, this lantern is impressively associated with Arthurs!

This is a candle of life.

Arthur does not go out, the candle does not go out.

At this time, the candle was extinguished. How could Pope Dawn not be surprised?

"You look terrified? Do you need psychotherapy?"

Noticing Patriarch Byron's approach, Pope Dawn raised his head. As far as he could see, his expression suddenly became solemn.

"Thank you, Pope for your concern, and it will not be too late for treatment after I report."

Patriarch Byron did not refuse.

Even a demigod who has lost his mortal fetus, it is still unbearable to witness the old ruler, let alone witnessing two at the same time?

Therefore, he felt the need for a psychological comfort treatment.

Kill all runaway factors in the bud.

"Alright!" Pope Dawn nodded.

Patriarch Byron rubbed his chest in a salute, sorted out his words, and reported in a low voice.

His report was very detailed and detailed.

However, he deliberately hides the clown to hunt him, and finally let go of his details.

It's not that he is betrayal, it's just that he doesn't want to cause more trouble.

After all, this detail, maybe he thought too much, maybe it was just a coincidence.

If it is reported, if the church digs deeper, it will inevitably cause countless troubles.

The most important thing is that the clown is dead, let him go with the wind!

"You mean, the clown is dead?"

Patriarch Byron just finished his report when Pope Dawn asked with a solemn expression.

I was in disbelief.

How is it such a coincidence?

The Joker just died here~www.readwn.com~ Arthur's candle of life went out. Could it be that the Joker is... Arthur?

"Dead, although I didn't see it with my own eyes, but the ghost I controlled, I saw with my own eyes the precipitation of three high-level characteristics."

"In addition, Mordiggian, the **** of the corpse, once said, 'Now he is dead!', and the old ruler named Xenosogris also replied, 'Death belongs to me'."

When Pope Dawn heard the words, he nodded, and his heart was beating thumpingly, as he had always been calm.

"Sir Pope, is this a... ascension ceremony?"

Patriarch Byron couldn't help but asked curiously.

"Maybe, maybe not, when it's extraordinary, who knows?"

Pope Dawn replied ambiguously, his mind was not here at all.

"Senozogris...who is it?"

"His?"

Pope Dawn narrowed his eyes and stood up, habitually pacing the dark hall.

"He is the **** of mourners. It is said that he is in charge of death, including gods."

"However, most of the time, He does not exist, like death itself, so that all beings know very little about Him, if not at all."

"Often the gods appear when they die..."

Speaking of the Dawn Pope, the voice stopped abruptly.

Patriarch Byron's pupils shrank:

Make a big tyrant. "Sir Pope, do you mean that the clown...has the personality of a god?"

This time at dawn the Pope did not answer and fell into silence.

He paced slowly, wandering quietly in the hall.

Does the clown have a divine personality, he doesn't know?

But he knew that Arthur had a dream **** position. Could it be that the clown... was Arthur?

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