Wizard, I have a different world

Fast City.

The temples are divided into temples and residences.

The dark wizard Abbott knelt on his knees in front of a huge statue and uttered a devout prayer.

“O great and merciful Lord, your light shines upon the earth and will never be extinguished.”

"Pious servants bow down here..."

"Lord!"

"..."

"Abbott!" A voice without any emotion reached his eardrums, making Abbott's body stiffen.

Armor!

Dodge spell!

Automatic avoidance!

…

Several kinds of witchcraft were activated at the same time, and something extraordinary like a picture scroll appeared in Abbott's hand.

"It's me."

The voice is still neither fast nor slow:

"Seraphim!"

Um?

Abbott looked in the direction of the sound, his expression changed slightly, and then he kowtowed to the other party devoutly:

"Great singer, mad changer, one of the twelve sages, I don't know what your orders are when you come here."

Seraphim!

One of the twelve sages of the pantheon.

It was once a superior angel beside an ancient god, a heat generator and heat transmitter. It did not engage in any labor. Its only mission (or essence) was to sing praises to God and show the glory of God.

When the gods fell, the Seraphim also acquired some of the characteristics of a god and became one of the sages of the gods.

"There is news from Shengui that a rebel has appeared in Fast City. I'm here to get rid of him."

The seraphim was wearing a white robe, holding a weird crutch inlaid with a huge emerald, and walked barefoot to Abbott:

"What extraordinary events have happened here in the past half month?"

"Just a moment."

The dark wizard Abbott bowed respectfully, waved his staff gently, and a book recording various events appeared.

The Book of All Knowledge!

A fourth-level wonder.

This book will automatically record any extraordinary events within a few hundred miles of the holder, provided that the extraordinary events cannot exceed the upper limit of its capabilities.

That is the fourth level.

soon.

A few brief descriptions of unusual extraordinary events appeared in front of one person and one god.

"Well..."

Seraphim narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Golden Scarab?"

"Mine!"

"The great singer." The dark wizard Abbott bowed his head and said:

"Since a traitor is involved, shouldn't we tell the glorious sage, His Highness Remiller?"

There are twelve sages in the pantheon, half of whom are in a 'dormant' state, and the remaining half of the sages each have their own territory.

fast city,

It belongs to Ray Miller.

"Oh……"

Seraphim lowered his head, and his eyes formed by pure holy light fell on the dark wizard Abbott:

"You believe in the gods, not a single sage."

"Ray Miller..."

"She has long since abandoned her former beliefs and is no longer committed to resurrecting the gods. She may one day become a rebel."

ah!

Abbott was stunned. He knew that the temples were not united and that the struggle between various forces was very complicated.

But I didn't expect it.

Even the Twelve Sages are already like this?

"Let's go."

The emerald on the crutch in the Seraphim's hand shone a green light, tearing apart the space and opening a passage.

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"The great singer of praise."

In the dark and deep underground, the dark wizard Abbott asked in a low voice:

"What happened to the rebels this time?"

The so-called rebels refer to those who have obtained the power left by the gods but are not committed to resurrecting the gods.

Instead, he took the power of gods as his own, and even turned against the gods.

Such beings must be killed and regain the power that belongs to the gods, which is also the main responsibility of the pantheon.

certainly……

There is another existence.

‘They’ also possess divine power, but it is not obtained by the gods after their death, but by other opportunities.

"It's an ancient god."

The Singer Seraphim whispered:

"It was originally an ancient existence that was buried in the ruins of time. It came over due to the dormancy of the gods."

Ancient God?

Abbott nodded slowly.

A long time ago, many ancient gods appeared on this continent, and some of them were older than the gods.

But old doesn't mean powerful.

Part of a god's strength lies in himself, and the other part lies in faith, and the ancient gods have no faith.

Maybe...

Abbott could even kill and seal an ancient god.

"arrive."

The singing seraphim stopped and looked at the patterns under his feet and the scarabs swarming in front of him.

"Light!"

He spoke light, and light appeared in the field.

The light was very soft at first, then suddenly became dazzling, and then there was nothing but light.

The singing seraphim is like the blazing sun falling on the earth, washing everything with endless light and heat.

"Zi..."

Under the illumination of the light, the swarming scarabs let out shrill screams and were wiped out one by one.

"Walk!"

The two of them continued on their way.

Wherever the singing seraphim passed, light surged, and any power that did not belong to him was purified.

Even the power of the ancient gods is the same!

"clatter……"

A pause in his steps.

The dark wizard Abbott quickly stepped forward, carefully examined the patterns on the ground, and finally gave the answer:

"It should be due to the movement of the earth's crust. There is a problem with the ban here, causing the power of the ancient god to leak out."

He raised his head and said:

"We can reseal it."

"No!"

The Singer Seraph shook his head gently:

"Since it has come out of the Time Ruins, even if it is resealed, it will be resurrected sooner or later."

Abbot nodded.

The Time Ruins are a prison built by the gods, where whispering demons, evil gods and even ancient gods are imprisoned.

There,

time stagnates and everything returns to the ruins.

The Pantheon has only inherited part of the power of the gods, and is far from being able to rebuild the Time Ruins.

Since it cannot be completely expelled, just kill it directly.

The Singer is a peak fourth-level strongman. If we talk about strength, he is also the top among the ancient gods.

In particular,

the target cannot move!

"You are guilty!"

Looking straight ahead, the Singer Seraph lightly raised the scepter in his hand, and the light turned into countless light arrows and pierced into the void.

"Ah!"

A scream sounded.

…………

Barrow touched the stone wall and moved forward carefully.

It was too dark here. Even if he had a mutated gene, it was difficult for him to see things one meter away.

It was dead silent, without any sound.

‘Where is this? ’

He was worried, and had a bad prediction.

There were similar records in the documents of the Night Watch Organization, and he was very likely to have entered the dimensional space.

If he wanted to get out, unless he was a third-level space-based extraordinary person, there would be almost no hope.

“Crack…”

A strange sound came from the front.

Barrow suddenly clenched his five fingers into a fist, and the extraordinary item Thunder Fist Gloves burst out with dazzling lightning and blasted forward.

“Bang!”

More than a dozen black beetles shattered on the spot.

"When..."

"It's me!"

"Ms. Monica, Mr. Blaise!"

Seeing familiar faces, Barrow felt relieved even though he knew his chances of survival were slim:

"What's the situation now?"

"We should have been dragged into the dimension that the ancient god belongs to." Monica lit a torch to illuminate the surroundings and said:

"The bad news is that we may be trapped here for life."

"The good news is..."

"The power of the ancient god is not strong, or it can be said that the sealed Him cannot use too strong means. We don't have to worry about safety issues in the short term."

"Superhuman, ancient god, dimension..." Blaise's eyes were dull, and he smiled helplessly:

"If I hadn't seen this scene with my own eyes, I would really doubt the authenticity of the world."

"Mr. Blaise." Barrow persuaded:

"I was also very scared at first, but you just need to..."

"Boom!"

Before he finished speaking, the field suddenly shook violently, and countless rubble fell from the sky.

"What's going on?"

Blaise screamed in horror.

"He has a problem!" Monica's face was full of joy:

"Someone is attacking the ancient god!"

No matter who it is, he must be a strong man who can hurt the ancient god through the ban, which is a good thing for them.

"Ah!"

The screams sounded in the darkness, and the vibrations became more and more violent, accompanied by various strange sounds.

"Die!"

"Die!"

"I don't want to die!"

"..."

"Hehe..." Just then, a delicate and cute little girl appeared in front of the three people.

The little girl took a bite of a red apple, and her eyes turned around the three people and fell on Monica.

"Little girl, do you want to make a deal with me?"

"Deal."

Monica protected Blaise and slowly retreated:

"Are you the ancient god sealed here?"

"Yes." The little girl shrugged:

"I have been sealed for so many years, and finally got the chance to go out, but I am about to die."

"What a pity."

"If you don't do evil, you won't be sealed." Barrow said in a low voice:

"Let us go, maybe because of your kindness, the person outside will spare you."

"Impossible." The little girl shook her head:

"That person wants the power in me, and he will definitely not let me go, but if I die, you will die too."

She licked the corner of her mouth and said:

"Monica, right?"

"You help me get out of trouble, and I will let you survive. Your blood can break the formation that seals me."

"That's right!"

The little girl smiled and said:

"The person who wants to kill me outside is from some Pantheon, and the people there seem to be your mortal enemies."