Evening Bell Church

In the dead silence, Father Signe's low cough broke the oppressive atmosphere.

The clergy came to their senses and found that the god of death still existed. Only then did they know that what they had just seen was not an illusion.

"Father, what kind of posture is this?" The emotionless demon hunters did not know fear, but at this moment they clearly felt the confusion and blockage of their minds.

Because everything they had just witnessed was far beyond the limits of their cognition.

Father Signe sat up slightly, looked at the god of death in front of him and explained casually: "You can understand Him as the incarnation of a god."

"Incarnation!" Hearing this word, everyone's face became strange.

After experiencing the ups and downs just now, their spirits were numb at this time. After hearing this legendary word, their expressions became as weird as the Hastur family, looking very funny.

Since ancient times, the word incarnation has been the exclusive word of gods. Even saints who can also be called "Him" are not qualified to use this word.

Because only those who can access the highest level of knowledge and reach the origin of certain knowledge can form a completely independent self through absolute mastery of knowledge.

This is the ultimate knowledge that only gods can master: life creation.

Because of this, it is also the reason why the Holy Blood Church is eager for, afraid of, and helpless about Myra.

"The bell bearer of the Evening Bell Church is actually the incarnation of the gods!?" There are very few mysterious people who heard this, but Soke clearly heard the word incarnation.

"Sure enough, it is not only the inheritance of knowledge, but also the inheritance of cause and effect and will." Soke seemed to think of some important knowledge, with a clear face, and then even more excited.

Facing the sudden death of this yellow-robed man, all the clansmen were in turmoil.

It can be seen that the yellow-robed man is leading these clans.

However, the other nine yellow-robed men did not have too many emotions about the death of their compatriots.

It was as if the dead had nothing to do with them.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a hot wind blew in the dark night.

This strong wind was like blowing from the hot desert, with a terrifying heat and a kind of stickiness.

This stickiness rushed towards people like a stream of water, giving people a feeling of suffocation like drowning.

The remaining nine yellow-robed men were motionless, as if they were statues, and the strange eyes under the dark hoods looked at these inferior creatures.

This wind was very strange and violent. All the clergy in the square turned pale in an instant. The sense of oppression and suffocation made them open their mouths, but they found that they could not breathe.

The seriously injured Father Signe sat on the ground powerlessly, with a pale face and a bitter smile: "His anger is still coming."

This strange wind is not something that ordinary mystics can achieve.

There is only one existence that can produce this kind of power, the one sitting on the throne of the sky.

The strong wind blew Su Ge's dark cloak, causing the feathers of his wings to fluctuate.

The strange power even caused problems in the transmission of Su Ge's evening bell aftermath, and the circular ripples turned into a broken crescent shape.

For the first time in a long time, his power of the evening bell was suppressed.

"The gods are not angry, this is just the aftermath of Him being awakened." Su Ge knew the gods well, and he could vaguely feel the truth in this wind.

The Yellow King, who used the unification sacrifice and descended with Myra as the vessel, absorbed all the believers and unified them.

In other words, these followers, these yellow-robed people are all part of His body, tentacles extending from His divine body.

Those insignificant low-level followers are insignificant to Him, just a piece of dispensable fluff on the tentacles.

This yellow-robed man who is the main tentacle is very important.

Su Ge has now broken one of the tentacles, and the body that feels the pain will naturally react.

This reaction is like a human turning over in a dream.

However, this casual turning over is indeed a terrible disaster that will destroy the world for humans.

The hot and sticky wind is the most terrible disaster for all humans.

The wind blew away the fog that Su Ge had laid, exposing all the people behind him.

This kind of wind can even be transmitted through sight, in a strange dimension, from the sight of those who are looking at the peepers.

Ahhhh...

Accompanied by the screams that continued to sound around the darkness, the eyes of those mysterious peepers were instantly melted by the strange wind, turning into two bleeding blood holes.

Even the aftermath of this wind began to quickly absorb the moisture from their heads.

In less than three seconds, their heads looked like they were decades older, full of dry wrinkles.

There was no aftermath of groaning after the miserable screams, and no one knew whether the peepers were alive or dead.

Sok was lucky, he escaped.

What died in his place was a piece of meat that could wriggle on its own.

This was a gift given to him by a ruler he met by chance.

This piece of meat was processed by a special method, and it was a wriggling life. After being sacrificed at a critical moment, it can awaken the powerful power of a certain person and allow oneself to escape death once.

Although he was not dead, he was still sitting on the ground in shock, his face pale.

The flesh in front of him had turned into a pool of blood, which was then quickly evaporated by some kind of heat and turned into dried blood.

Not only that, his spiritual vision also increased by three points, reaching the very dangerous border of 80 points.

If he took a step forward, he would face the horror of flipping.

His trembling palm slowly placed on the black notebook, his face was extremely pale, and his eyes were full of fear.

He knew that if he took another look, he would definitely die.

But he still wanted to see it, he was a witness, a witness to all the secrets.

This was his persistence as a mysterious person, and his pride in inheriting this secret profession.

"From ancient times to the present, all witnesses have not had a good end. The content of this notebook has been passed down through the lives and dedication of countless people."

Thinking of this, Soke forced himself to calm down, stood up from the ground with difficulty, and looked again with the determination of death.

The moment he looked, his eyes instantly turned into a strange gray, and there seemed to be countless bubbles and lights in them, as if they were infected and assimilated by some indescribable existence.

"This will be my destiny, this will be everything to me." Soke murmured expressionlessly.

Su Ge, who faced this terrifying divine wind head-on, was also a little surprised, or at a loss.

Because he felt that he seemed to be different at this moment.

It was not that he was suppressed by something, but it seemed that something was liberated, giving him an unprecedentedly powerful feeling.

Let's go back to one minute ago.

Su Ge's face under the hood, who was directly crushed by this divine wind, did not show any fear.

He could feel that the wind was quickly eating his body, as if his body was trapped in countless insect swarms and quickly died.

However, he was not terrified, and he did not turn his head. His mist did not completely dissipate, which meant that these clergy did not die directly.

"In this case, let us get to know each other again, King of Yellow." Su Ge stretched out his hand in his arms and held the cold spell.

This spell can give him the powerful power to confront the gods head-on.

However, just as he was about to launch the spell, a change occurred.

At this moment, the mist he produced was about to be blown away by the hot wind, and even the body of the god of death was on the verge of collapse.

However, at this time, a large amount of fog appeared in his body again.

This fog was still pale blue, but both the quantity and concentration reached a terrifying level.

In an instant, the thick fog had extended to the entire square, and all the fog was completely connected to himself, achieving complete control and resisting the hot wind.

"What's going on?" Su Ge was a little confused. After looking around, he found the problem.

At this moment, the ice heart, which had been beating very slowly, now beat at a normal speed. It seemed to have suffered some kind of stimulation and entered a state of excitement.

"What kind of secret is there in this heart?" Su Ge was full of doubts.

From the time of crossing to now, the presence of the ice heart is not high, but it is indeed the key to his entire life in the alien world from the beginning to now.

Plop! Plop!

The ice heart beats vigorously and rhythmically, and some mysterious existences that Su Ge cannot understand or perceive slowly flow out of it.

Su Ge faintly feels that under the influence of those weird things, his spirit and his body have been greatly extended.

In a trance, Su Ge heard a strange gurgling sound in his ears, and then the sound turned into a series of deep bell sounds.

"Are you willing to give me your knowledge?" In a trance, Su Ge felt a very ancient will.

It was not a sound, nor a text, it was a direct communication through will far beyond the human level.

"Of course!" The answer was not the will, but the sound.

This voice was full of low and heavy, full of a kind of magnetism that made people want to worship after hearing it.

This voice was obviously never heard once, but Su Ge had an indescribable familiarity.

Because this sound is almost exactly the same as the nature of the evening bell.

It can even be said that the amplitude and fluctuation of the evening bell now are imitating the sound of this existence.

The sound does not know whether it is male or female, old or young, and it is indescribable and cannot be imitated.

In a trance, Su Ge continued to hear the sacred sound like a bell in his ears.

"It has been countless years since I accompanied the evening bell. Now I know that this is one of the seven holy grails."

"Evening bell? Holy Grail!?" Su Ge felt his will blurred and his mind blocked at this time, as if everything had left him and made him unable to control it.

"Seven origins are also seven doors. The cycle has been going on for countless years. Although you have become a god, the dream remains, surrounded by beasts." The indescribable will appeared again.

"Cut off the Undead Dynasty, clean up the blood stains of the world, kill countless families, sit on the throne of billions of dead souls, the throne of corpses has supported the sky, and the abyss has also bowed to my feet. I didn't expect that the final end would be so boring and meaningless." The magnificent and sacred voice of the voice came again.

"You can pass on your knowledge and everything you have with me. Failure once, failure twice is no problem. The power of us can be passed on continuously until it accumulates to a suitable person. At that time, everything will wake up, and this endless cycle will also usher in the sunrise because of the awakening of the world."

"This world lacks a heart, and He cannot wake up." The voice came again.

"Then we will forge a heart, a heart of the world, which can resist all beasts, connect countless worlds, accommodate all doors, and the heart of the world of everything."

"Is it possible?"

"The door to the other world has been opened, and the two God Kings have accepted the call and come here. All causes, all results, and all doors are ready. What we need now is a heart, a heart that none of us can guess."

"If that's the case, then it's a bit interesting, hahaha..."

At the end, it ended with the indescribable loud laughter of that voice.

This time, Su Ge was not as confused as before. He heard it very clearly and remembered it very clearly.

It was as if these two voices were deliberately said to him.

Plop! Plop!

After his will was restored, Su Ge found that his heart was beating very loudly, and waves of strange gray light appeared from the mist, and then quickly condensed.

The terrifying hot wind continued, and the ground and trees around the square had been completely melted and turned into muddy mud.

However, a group of blue mist emitting gray light was not affected at all.

At this time, the mist seemed to be boiling, and the surface kept undulating, as if covered by countless boiling bubbles.

At this moment, everyone felt the blur of their own existence, and all time and space became distorted, as if foreshadowing the arrival of some terrifying existence.

It was unknown how long time had passed, Su Ge's body floated above the mist in a human posture, and there were countless fog bubbles emitting gray light around him.

These bubbles kept wriggling and condensing.

In an instant, these misty lights formed a strange huge eye.

This eye used Su Ge's body as the pupil, emitting indescribable distortion and deep meaning.

Su Ge lay in the middle, and he felt countless indescribable existences running in his body, and countless energies that he could not grasp and describe were injected into his body through this eye.

At this moment, everything about him seemed to be shredded, turning into an outlet for energy.

At this moment, he was a cannon barrel, countless energies were injected into it, and a terrifying artillery attack would be released.

The ice heart kept beating faster and faster, and at the same time, Su Ge heard a crackling sound in his ears, as if the ice in the ice heart was breaking rapidly.

The next second, Su Ge's whole body was filled with that strange light.

He stared up at the space with wide eyes, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Now, get out of here!"

Two chapters in one, typed at the airport, if there are typos, I will correct them tomorrow