It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Those undead who had already lost most of their memory, emotion and spirit knelt down on their knees, lowered their heads and raised their palms upward, shedding temperatureless tears.

Countless lights and shadows burst out from the figures in dresses and robes, and the dead souls hanging under the lead clouds underwent tremendous changes under the light.

The fragile skin on their surface squirmed, as if something was about to break through the dirty skin and descend into this world with a new attitude.

The white and sharp jointed limbs tore off the dry and fragile skin, exposing their bodies as white as jade, and the two pairs of curly and moist wings formed and flared into graceful shapes in the wind, and the faces of human beings or other beings became The strange pattern on the chest of the new life.

The moonlight butterflies grabbed their cocoons, vibrated their wings, and the almond-like luminous organs on the top of their heads flickered and gathered beautiful and ethereal songs.

Beams of cold moonlight pierced the heavy lead cloud, casting the brilliance symbolizing a new world to every corner of the city.

His chosen ones are reaffirmed posthumously, as promised by God, in new attitudes.

With such a large-scale use of authority, creating an apostle requires an extremely large amount of spiritual power. Even Ulysses Philip, who had been prepared for a long time, could hardly maintain such a terrifying consumption.

There is also a limit to the connection that each clone can maintain. If this continues, he will not be able to afford it and will not be able to transform into more Xuanming.

After all, he is not a real god yet. When this number reaches hundreds of thousands or millions, it will almost exceed Philip's limit.

So, Philip, who was in the center, took out the flowing viscous liquid, raised his head and poured it down the empty neckline!

Chapter 149 The Horn of the End

Philip's dress bulged, the fabric on his back was suddenly torn, and the two pairs of bloody fleshy wings were quickly covered with a layer of curly and greasy black feathers.

Dark matter like hyphae or blood vessels gushed out from the inside out, enveloping his whole body.

Philip lowered his head and glanced at his hands, a thin line rotted from the back of the white silk gloves.The thin thread squirmed and split to the sides, exposing a huge pale eyeball, which rolled back and forth a few times and stared fixedly at his empty face.

One eyeball after another rolled out of his wings, his elbows, and his chest, staring in the same direction.

"Can't wait anymore? I can understand, but you have to eat slowly, at least until my work is over."

He smiled, then pointed his index finger to the sky.

Black clouds exuding an ominous aura immediately gathered in the direction pointed by Philip in the sky. Dark red arcs of electricity intertwined among the clouds. They actually exuded a strong smell of blood that made people want to vomit.

The dark clouds spiraled inward against the direction of the wind, as if leaking through an invisible hole.When the clouds thinned, the source of the anomaly finally revealed its ominous appearance—a pitch-black sun.

Countless heretical beings with blasphemous gestures crawled out of the holes, their flesh and blood squirming crazily, forming bright red robes on the body surface, and condensing into a bone-made smiley mask on the face.

Then thousands more Philips appeared in mid-air. They arranged their clothes and held their hats, and then pointed in all directions with curved canes of unknown material.

In the direction they pointed, dead people, beasts and even insects were quickly covered by the tide of moonlight, and new life struggled to tear apart the fragile and dead bodies.

The number of voters has increased again!

In just a few minutes, nearly a million lives have been successfully transformed into electors or apostles. The speed at which Kraft uses corpses to mass-produce heroic spirits is completely incomparable!

But this speed suddenly slowed down.

Philip's movements froze. With sufficient preparation, he is now spiritually sufficient, and he can use a large number of clones to bear the pollution, so the current number of transformations is far from reaching his limit.

That being the case, there is only one reason for the decrease in transformation speed - the number of dead souls is not enough.

The Philips cast their sights further afield, where the translucent spirit body carrying a rag bag was harvesting the undead hanging under the clouds at a terrifying speed.

They even attack newly hatched Chosen who have not yet fully mastered their bodies, cutting their throats with short, rusty chains, and storing their almond-shaped heads in dirty cloth bags behind their backs.

This kind of thing wearing a gray-green cloak, with a body like a skeleton, protruded from the ground and floated up into the sky continuously, and the number exceeded the cocoons under the clouds in some areas.

The surface of the huge star chrysalis above the clouds is covered with this kind of weird spirit body. Its head splits into three even petals, and a powerful beam of light gathers in the mouth full of mucus and sharp teeth.The light beam annihilated hundreds of evil spirits holding short scythes in an instant, but this number was meaningless in the face of quantitative violence.

It is like a giant beast in an ant colony, although it is strong and powerful, it is difficult to resist attacks from all directions.The rebellious eyes and mouthparts under the ring-shaped body of the star chrysalis were cut off, and its size shrank by more than half in just a few tens of seconds. With such a heavy injury, it inevitably fell downwards and became morphed in mid-air. for nothingness.

The Chosen with powerful talents and a small number of apostles immediately understood and mastered their own power, and counterattacked with moonlight rays.After all, they are new human beings created by Ulysses Philip with a lot of painstaking efforts, and they surpass most dangerous creatures born naturally in terms of innate ability and wisdom.

The moonlight immediately suppressed these terrible spirits, piercing them, petrifying them, and decomposing them.

Philip did not make a move from the beginning to the end. He had already discovered these abnormal undead in the preparation stage.

To him, this was just a simple test, and the loss of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of souls would not be taken seriously by Philip.

If the newborn human beings can't even fight against this level of things, it is simply impossible for them to survive in the more dangerous cosmic environment.

The result of the battle was within Philip's expectations. After a short period of confusion, the newcomers led by the powerful apostles immediately suppressed their opponents.

It's just... those dead spirit bodies didn't disappear immediately, their full and swollen pockets burst one after another, leaking a large amount of black smoke.

These smokes fell to the ground contrary to common sense, like a curtain of extremely wide gauze, which almost covered the sky above the entire city. Under this dark curtain, some kind of huge existence was taking shape.

Suddenly, the curtain seemed to be supported by something. It was a terrifying existence that seemed to connect the sky and the earth. A rough human figure slowly stood up from the ground, and the curtain that covered the sky and the sun became the one used to cover it. Body cloak.

Although ordinary people without spiritual vision cannot see such a scene, they feel that the surrounding temperature has dropped several degrees almost at the same time.

The sky suddenly darkened, the sun was engulfed by a pitch-black circle, and the evergreen plants withered and covered with frost in an instant, as if the whole world had turned into a dead gray at this instant.

Both sides on the battlefield stopped their movements unanimously, and the unspeakable oppression, desperation and fear gripped the hearts of even the most steadfast and brave soldiers.

In an inconspicuous monastery in Paris, the old priest enshrining the Faceless God raised his head, looked at the scene in front of him that seemed to be the end of the world, and murmured:

"It was the beginning of the end of the world, and a thousand demons were released from hell at the same time. The sun went out, the vegetation withered, and even the king who was good at fighting had to put down his sword. Mortals could only pray helplessly in the face of such a disaster... …”

This is what is recorded in the holy book of this small sect of modest influence, and the second half of it is.

"Then the merciful Father sent down his angels, and blew away the demons and the death they longed for with plague and fire."

At high altitude, Philip finally made a move.

Philip was facing the terrifying giant figure with a height of more than twenty miles in front of him, and his current position hadn't even reached the opponent's chest.

He moved his head up a little bit, trying to find the upper limit of the giant's height, but in the end he just shrugged helplessly.

"Your things are really not that easy to take."

He snapped his fingers, and a ferocious monster surrounded by magma and flames descended from the sky, and a rotten baby surrounded by many corpses rose from the lake.

Their figures are like the nameless monsters under the volcano and the children of plague in the river. They are now the angels under Philip.

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In the gray and white Palace of the Kingdom of God, the girl on the throne looked up in a certain direction, and the flame on the candlestick shook because of her emotional changes.

"here we go."

1 Fifty Chapters Bright Prologue

Several figures appeared in the palace one after another.

First of all, there is a young man with blond hair in a formal suit and a doll with a girlish appearance. Their arrival softened Ella's expression a lot.

"I didn't expect this day to come so early. I have just been free from the position of acting executive officer for a few days. If possible, I really hope that the vacation can be a little longer."

The young man smiled easily, without any sense of urgency before the war.

The puppet gave him a contemptuous look, but said nothing.

They were silent for a moment, and then they turned their eyes to the girl on the throne together.

"We will try to buy as long as possible to create the best time for you. Patience is the most important thing for you now. No matter what the situation turns out - you have to do it when you can make the most impact."

Hyde felt that he had become a little verbose, which they had already discussed and confirmed repeatedly.

"I see."

Ella nodded. He looked at the two people standing on his left and right hands respectively, and couldn't help but exhort:

"Be careful, after everything is over..."

"Ah, I've said it many times, you're coming to our wedding... provided I don't change my mind."

Shadow seemed not to say anything more. She walked around the throne and walked towards the crystal stairs leading to the Gopher Tree.

"change idea?"

"Shit, dare I say this, this sentence has brought me one step closer to completely losing control. If this planet ends because of this, you will at least be responsible for [-]% of it!"

Hyde complained a few words in dissatisfaction, and followed.

Under the towering giant tree, the flowing rings are combined into the shape of a door, linking the coordinates of a certain space in the strong light.

"shadow."

Ella stopped her suddenly,

"Heh... I can probably guess what you saw in the book of the future. It is indeed a very terrible ending."

Shadow froze briefly, then rolled his eyes indecently.

"Destiny has already appeared as a tributary, and that kind of thing has long since ceased to count."

"Even if it didn't end like that, I have no interest in your fate now."

Saying so, she urged Hyde to walk into the light door one after the other.

At the moment when the space shifted, Ella said something in a low voice.

"thanks……"

Without expecting any response, she relaxed and lay down on the cold seat, and she was alone again.

After the silence, another figure appeared in the palace.

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"The recovery of an ancient god is just a prelude, like a violent reaction between magic drugs, everything is accelerating. Indeed, there is no need to destroy the Herald's body directly, and the flood caused by him alone is enough to destroy the world. "

Dmitry Dalton was in the secret room on the top floor of Glamis Castle. Through the huge crystal ball, he could see the murlocs climbing ashore from the sea, and the giant soaring in the air again. dragon.

One node after another is showing dire signs,

In the city built above a million corpses, a huge black shadow covered the sky and the sun.

On the island in a distant country, the giants and night-gaunts from the dream gradually possessed real bodies.

On the desolate and dead hills, in the ancient city swallowed by time, there are traces of the activities of the living again.

They are about to awaken... no, they are already awakening.

Kraft has already made most of the preparations, and all the wizards of the alliance spent infinite resources to make up the miraculously magnificent and huge spell.