Twilight Speaker

Chapter 99 Everything is ready (13)

"That's faith?"

A naughty boy, holding a lollipop in his mouth, stared at the miraculous sight of rain flowing back and dark clouds dispersing, and said indistinctly:

"Interesting. Such a huge power of faith. How did this little guy convert so many believers in just a few days?"

At the side, an old woman wearing a wizard hat laughed softly:
"Establish order in a place of chaos, give hope to desperate people, and then perform a few miracles. It's that simple. Isn't this what you, the Church of the Abyss, are best at?"

"Nonsense!" The naughty boy spat out the lollipop and said dissatisfiedly: "We have tried this method in Donghong Country and it didn't work so well. But you."

The boy looked at the old woman:

"You, the Crimson Church, are the best at this, right? Creating wars in the name of Crimson, redeeming victims, and harvesting faith. Humph, don't quibble. What a mess the Kingdom of the Sky has become."

"Same here?" The old woman wearing a wizard hat shrugged her shoulders. "I sensed a vague aura. The bishops of other churches have arrived. The war is about to begin."

Excitement and intoxication appeared on his face. The naughty boy from Donghong Country and the Abyss Church sneered:
"You got an advantage. Sometimes I really envy you, the Crimson Church. You can become stronger by guiding and participating in wars."

"Isn't it the same for you in the Abyss? As long as you destroy and ruin, you can grow. Well, I think the most comfortable ones are those guys in the Hall of Thought, who only need to study forbidden knowledge."

The two bishop-level beings were chatting casually. They were both waiting, waiting for the sunset, waiting for the arrival of God.

When God descends, it is also the time for them to fight.

"It's a pity for this place of order." The Crimson Bishop said lightly: "The gods are fighting, this place will no longer exist, and millions of people will die. This is already destined."

While talking,
More and more people gathered at Saint-Lo Square. The thirty-six pure white knights struck their heavy shields with their spears or lances in a very rhythmic manner, and the clanging sounded like war drums.

"Xiaotong, what did you see?"

Outside the square, the aunt looked at her trembling daughter:

"What do your eyes see?"

There is a spiritual stamp engraved in Li Xiaotong's spiritual world, and she cannot narrate everything about Chen Xiang, but others do not have this limitation.

She trembled slightly and swallowed:

"Mom, I saw gods. Nine of them were staring silently!"

The aunt's expression changed slightly, God?

Why did God come?

Her intuition told her that things were going to change.

Li Xiaotong took a deep breath, subconsciously covered his eyes, and murmured:
"The nine gods are all accumulating, all preparing for war."

"Let everyone go home, close the doors and windows, and cover their ears." The auntie looked extremely solemn. Xiaotong would definitely not be wrong, a war between gods was about to break out!

The war between gods, even if it is a war between false gods, will be earth-shaking. Ordinary people may die suddenly if they even hear the clanging of swords clashing between gods, let alone stare at it!
In the end what happened?
What is going to happen?
The aunt's spiritual power issued a crazy warning and sent her subordinates to urgently evacuate the gathered people. Some obeyed and some resisted, but Chen Xiang spoke at this time.

"This is the dark day, the moment when the deepest and quietest night comes. Disaster will break out. What you should do is return home and wait for the dawn."

The people did as they were told.

The entire Saint-Lo Square was emptied in an instant, leaving only thirty-six pure white knights and nine different people.

There is an old woman wearing a wizard hat, a naughty boy holding a lollipop, a quiet girl holding a book, and an elegant young man playing the violin.
Li Xiaotong covered her eyes, and the old lady's heart was filled with alarm bells ringing. The first thing she thought of was that those who stayed and did not leave were all gods!
Mr. Chen is on the cross.

The knight waits.

Nine gods surrounded him.

The atmosphere gradually became gloomy, and there was a trace of terrifying pressure spreading, and the air was wrinkled with visible wrinkles.
The old lady was forced to take Li Xiaotong back and forth, away from Saint-Lo Square, looking at the
She was not the only one who was looking at this place. Professor Su Luo, who had not recovered from his injury, the bigwigs in the inner third ring, and Wei Qingqiu, who was staying in the inner third ring and was about to set off to return to Donghong Country.
"Old Chen"

Wei Qingqiu lowered his eyelids and looked at the Lord of the Great City who was not far away:

"Aunt Lu, what happened? Can you help my friend?"

Lu Fenghua glanced sideways and sighed softly:

"I want to help, but this time it's a fight between the nine Outer God Churches. The Great City cannot and dare not intervene."

"Nine Outer God Churches?" Wei Qingqiu's heart tightened: "What are they fighting for? What does this have to do with Old Chen!"

Lu Fenghua frowned:

"Okay Xiao Qi, stop thinking and observing. Your friend is from the old parliament and is now at the end of his rope. There is no chance of survival. Forget about him."

Wei Qingqiu's chest rose and fell violently, and a look of determination flashed across his face:
"Aunt Lu, I don't care whether it's the old days or not, whether it's an alien god or not, I want to save him, he is my best friend!"

"How can you save him? With just half a step into the realm of sage?" Lu Fenghua was a little annoyed.

"I have a solution."

Wei Qingqiu spoke firmly and walked outside: "I will wipe out all the false gods."

Lu Fenghua was startled at first, then realized what was going on, and her pupils shrank slightly:

"stop!"

He issued an edict, and the true god factors gathered together, locking Wei Qingqiu firmly in place.

"Aunt Lu!" Wei Qingqiu was shocked and angry.

Lu Fenghua stepped forward and took a deep breath:

"Is this the backup plan your father left for you? If you use it now, how can I face your father? Xiao Qi, I'm sorry."

His mind moved slightly, and his immense divine power was like the deep ocean. Wei Qingqiu was captured and his consciousness began to wander.

In the last moment before she fell into coma, she heard Aunt Lu say with a sidelong glance:
"Send His Majesty the Seventh Prince and His Majesty the Sixth Prince back to Donghong Kingdom. The Great City is already in chaos enough."

Wei Qingqiu completely lost consciousness.

Lu Fenghua sighed softly.

………………

Dusk is approaching.

Chen Xiang, who was hanging upside down and nailed to the inverted cross, opened his eyes tiredly. He first ordered all the pure white knights to leave.
The knights listened to the decree with great reluctance and left Saint-Lo Square in silence.

"We wait for the dawn, the night will eventually pass," said Li Rongen.

After the pure white knights left, Chen Xiang turned his neck with difficulty:

"You are all powerful people. I know you are going to start a war. Can you avoid the civilians and contain the aftermath?"

The nine bishops looked at the same time. Lu Sangdou's eyes flickered slightly. The old woman and the naughty boy were very interested.
The elegant young man playing the violin and the quiet woman reading a book both stopped moving.

The false god shrouded in shadows spoke calmly:
"Interesting little guy."

The bishops ignored him.

Chen Xiang took a breath. It was very uncomfortable to be hung upside down. The palms pierced by the nails were also in constant pain.

He spoke sincerely:
"If you will promise me this, you will not be among those who will be reckoned with when the reckoning comes."

The bishops couldn't help laughing. Surrounded by the starlight, the bishop from the Endless Church who believed in travelers said calmly:

"Little guy, your method of harvesting faith is very good. I admire you, but you don't have to create fog with strange words. Your end has come. There is no need to struggle anymore. You should enjoy the last moments of your life quietly."

They are all smiling and preparing for the coming battle. When God descends, the conflict begins.

Lu Sangdou, representing the Deep Void and the Bishop of the Deep Void, suddenly spoke:
"It is meaningless for the Void to affect civilians. I agree to your request."

Chen Xiang said tiredly:
"Thank you."

The other eight bishops looked at each other.

When did the people in the deep void become so kind-hearted?
The quiet woman from the Palace of Thought, holding a book, seemed to be thinking about something. She keenly noticed something unusual and said:

"Killing is of no benefit to knowledge. I agree to your request and will restrain my power."

The other seven bishops frowned.

"It's inexplicable." The bishop shrouded in shadows snorted coldly, but the naughty boy from the Abyss Church spit out a lollipop:

"When I came here, I already knew that you were on good terms with the king's seventh daughter. For the sake of the seventh daughter, I will grant your request."

The remaining six bishops did not speak again, and were too lazy to pay attention to Chen Xiang. They believed that the actions of a dying person were meaningless. This time, the descent of God would be the descent of the soul. This little guy would be wiped out of all his will, and only a thin memory would remain for the great outer gods to read.
Most importantly, they need to harvest lives.

Chen Xiang sighed softly in his heart, stopped talking, and just closed his eyes slightly.

If there is no restriction, not to mention the entire outer three rings, at least the nine rings will be destroyed in the so-called God War, and countless people will die.
I can only use the backup plan.

Chen Xiang silently touched the blessing deep in his heart and issued an edict to Meng Tu who had arrived in the great city early.

Then he also fell into silence, waiting for the moon to rise.

Time slipped away bit by bit, the sun completely set, it was almost midnight, two moons in the sky shone together
The orphanage director walked over in silence, bowed humbly to the nine bishops, and then walked to the inverted cross and looked up and down at the pale young man hanging upside down.

"I'm the last one to come. You didn't expect that, did you?" Dean Wang smiled and Chen Xiang opened his eyes and said calmly:
"maybe."

Dean Wang shook his head, too lazy to say more, and started to make arrangements.

(End of this chapter)