Infinite Throne

The earth shook, and at Saint-Diane College, a deep ditch slowly cracked on the surface, and rolling black gas emanated from it.

That was the central axis of the entire Saint-Diane School, which was originally covered with a red carpet. Lin Yebai walked towards the statue step by step. There was no one else except him.

The red carpet fell completely and was corroded into smoke by the black gas. Looking down from above, the cracked ground was like a black line, quickly following the path that Lin Yebai had walked, spreading away, getting closer and closer to the gorgeous white priest robe.

The God of Light, who was originally recuperating in the Kingdom of God, vaguely sensed a breath, like the legendary Crown of the God of Creation, and immediately woke up from his deep sleep.

He originally did not pay attention to this divine sacrifice, but in order to find the Crown of the God of Creation, the God of Light sent down a ray of divine thought. It passed over the Pope, paused at Bishop Hoffman, and found that the feather left last time was gone, and finally landed at the Crown of Stars.

At this moment, Lin Yebai had already stood up. A little light from the sky merged from the feather seal between his eyebrows, coating him with a layer of warm and bright light.

Lin Yebai did not resist, hiding in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness. If he alerted the enemy now, he would have no chance to turn the God of Light into a salted fish.

It would be best to wait until the soul of the God of Light also descended into this body before Lin Yebai took action. A true fisherman must be calm and calm, so that he can catch big fish.

The God of Light mastered this body very easily. He raised his hand and looked at the interlaced lines on his palm. It is said that this is a microcosm of human destiny, and the length of those forks and lines has its own meaning.

He does not care about these, because as a god, human destiny can be freely controlled.

This state of overflowing light elements at any time and anywhere made him very satisfied, and he whispered: "What a good body..."

The Pope is too old and not suitable to be a body. Bishop Hoffman has good qualifications and can use this body to exert his full strength. But the God of Light descended several times, and Bishop Hoffman's body was already vulnerable, so He gave him the Feather of God to protect him from death.

Now there is a new container, which is very useful.

[Special answer for male questions]: I seem to have heard this sentence somewhere

[Male on top of male]: The last person who said this was a big octopus

[Yuzhi** milk tea]: There are more strange vests!

"Food, food--"

In the crack, a dark meat mountain squeezed out, not just a meat mountain, it didn't feel like a soft-bodied creature, all kinds of meat piled up, limbs deformed, chaotic and twisted.

It was like a failed work painted casually by a painter with mental illness on a black background. Obviously, there is no aesthetic value, but there is a strange coordination in the use of color and structure.

The most eye-catching thing is the arm holding Thor's hammer, which is white and slender, with smooth lines, but not weak, giving people a very powerful feeling. The completely polluted goddess of storms, only one arm is left as it was in the past.

The moment she came into contact with the light outside, black mist spread over the surface of the Storm Goddess' body, and many faces grew out. The expressions on the faces were either painful, sad, desperate, or angry, all negative emotions, which instantly brought great impact to people.

"Fan Fan——"

The Storm Goddess rushed towards the direction where Lin Yebai was without hesitation. The people who originally planned to take the opportunity to assassinate the Son of God were stunned. In this situation, do they still need to continue the assassination plan?

Qian Shenghua and Soran were also at a loss. It turned out that the person they arranged to assassinate the Son of God was the unsealed evil god?

Who the hell can stand it.

And what is the evil god shouting, Fan Fan? ? ?

Even if the God of Light only separated a trace of divine thought, it can be regarded as possession, and Lin Yebai's temperament is very different from before.

Although Lin Yebai usually looks difficult to get close to, in fact, he occasionally talks about trivial matters with Enola and listens to his classmates talking about various interesting things in Zijin Port. He still belongs to the human category, but the God of Light has abandoned humanity, leaving only the indifference of the gods.

He didn't care about the lives of the civilians around him. Because the seal was broken, he was a little angry. His tone was cold and he looked down from a high position: "Flour, wake up."

Whether it was an evil god or a righteous god, their real names were of great significance to them. If they called their real names, they could be sensed by the other party. If they were weak, they could pray for the mercy of the gods with sacrifices; if they were strong, knowing their real names could control them and gain their loyalty.

"Fan Fan?"

However, the Dark Goddess was indifferent to this. Even if the God of Light read out her real name, she didn't react at all. Instead, she was a little confused and tilted her head.

"Flour, you should sleep. It's not time for you to wake up yet." The God of Light's eyes fell on the big hammer flashing with lightning.

"..." The Storm Goddess was a little confused, so she simply raised the hammer and was about to swing it down.

"Arrogant." The God of Light snorted coldly. His real body came, not his body, but his soul.

His real body was suppressing the kingdom of God and resisting the ubiquitous pollution, so he couldn't leave easily. If the kingdom of God is polluted, sooner or later, He will become like the goddess of storms.

There is another choice, which is to give up the throne, let the kingdom of God be broken, and then leave this world. For example, Thor, the god of thunder, chose to give up the kingdom of God and leave alone.

For some reason, when the soul of the God of Light descended, he suddenly had an ominous premonition. The feather of God floated out from the center of his eyebrows, naturally resisting the attack from Thor's hammer.

Thor's hammer ranks at the forefront among all artifacts. If the God of Thunder uses it himself, the attack power will definitely increase dramatically. Now the Storm Goddess can't even use one-third of her strength.

The reason why the God of Light chose the soul to come in person was because he wanted to directly suppress the Storm Goddess and bring Thor's Hammer back to the Kingdom of God.

Perhaps the aura of the Crown of Creation that vaguely appeared before has something to do with the unsealing of the Storm Goddess.

"Fanfan!"

Although the Storm Goddess is ignorant, she is very sensitive to emotions. After realizing that the God of Light coveted Mjolnir, the surrounding black energy boiled violently, and the civilians who had originally stayed in St. Dean's College fled in all directions.

Even the candidates for the Holy Son left the scene under the guidance of the priests, leaving only some high-level powerhouses from the Temple of Light, watching the battle not far away.

Among them was Bishop Hoffmann, who was very close to the current "Alex".

Bishop Hoffman had planned everything and wanted Alex to fake his death and send him to Ulanto. But now things have changed and the plan had to be suspended.

He lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at Alex's back, fearing that his emotions would be exposed. He knew that Alex at this time was no longer the real Alex, but the God of Light who had come to the world.

What exactly went wrong? Even if the Storm Goddess is unsealed, the God of Light will not come to the world for this matter. Is it a whim, or is there another reason?

No matter it's a god or something else...no one can hurt Alex. Even though he was filled with emotions inside, his face remained calm and calm.

In fact, his hands covered by the priest's robes had cracks that even the mask could not suppress.

[Literary Instructor]: At this moment, Bishop Hoffman made a decision that went against his ancestors

[Mistake was made in the melon field]: The God of Light is in danger!

[Lord of the Abyss]: An arrogant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he chuckled: "A small god of light will turn into a salted fish sooner or later."

[Wang Ergou]: gkd! gkd!

"Rich woman, are you hungry, need some food..."

The Storm Goddess was in a state of confusion. She had no idea who she was. The memories of countless people were rolling around in her mind. Each face corresponded to all the memories of a person from birth to death.

Those memories all gathered together and turned into a dark and lightless ocean. The Storm Goddess was completely lost. Even her true name could not awaken her consciousness.

But she knew how to ask for help.

There seems to be a fashionable way to ask for help and this is it.

Rich woman, hungry, hungry, rice!

"?" The God of Light didn't understand what was being said at all, but the Goddess of Storm was completely stupid, and He didn't care about the other party's confusing words.

[Oops, Oops, why do I feel like the Storm Goddess is a cute girl]

Qian Shenghua was also watching the game and privately messaged Solan.

[The winner hasn't been decided yet, why are you anxious? 】

Sauron was surprised.

Qian Shenghua continued to output: [How can a man sit back and watch a cute girl get beaten up? 】

[It is not certain who will beat whom...]

Sauron always felt that the big hammer was a bit familiar, a bit like the one used by Cuihua. Having said that, the hammers all looked similar, and the hammer was completely shrouded in thunder. He couldn't see its true appearance, and he couldn't be sure.

The God of Light and the Goddess of Storm finally fought.

Black mist filled the air, and the place where the God of Light was was shrouded in strong light. He couldn't help but shed tears at a glance, and couldn't see exactly what was going on.

"Flor, come back with me."

"Fanfan..." The Storm Goddess was a little confused and a little angry. She smelled the sweet scent before she came out. Why can't she find it now?

"It seems that there is a price to pay." The God of Light frowned, and a pair of white wings sprouted from his back, or it would be more appropriate to call them light wings. Because each feather is condensed from light, it is lighter and more dreamy than real feathers.

"Prison of Light——"

He closed his eyes quietly, and the light wings behind him suddenly spread out and turned into flying feathers all over the sky. Each feather exuded a soft and clear white light, which was very obvious in the black mist.

With the feathers as the fulcrum, countless golden threads were connected to each other, weaving into a large net, as bright as a star map, shrouding the huge and twisted body of the Storm Goddess.

The long platinum hair moves automatically without wind, and looks like a bright candle in the dark mist.

The young man's back was slender and he still looked a little thin. There was a huge monster in front of him. He stood there, looking from a distance, with a firm but gentle posture.

The priests in the temple stared at the person in the center from a distance.

He is the God of light and the Savior of the world.

He protects his people and is the everlasting light.

The golden net gradually approached the Storm Goddess and gathered up the black mist.

Divine Magic: Prison of Light.

It is a kind of magic commonly used by gods. For those with devout faith, the power of magic is even greater, not to mention if it is used by gods.

Everyone has great confidence in the golden net in the sky, thinking that it will be able to seal the escaped evil god.

The Storm Goddess has never seen such a golden net in her memory, or has seen it before. Now those memories have been lost in the long river of time. She was fascinated by the dazzling light feathers in the sky.

Even though she could smash them with a hammer, she couldn't bear to part with them, so she just stayed there.

She likes all beautiful things and loves to create.

If she handles it herself, the items she creates will definitely be damaged. Storm is a destructive priesthood by nature. It has no talent for creation. The only thing it is good at is creating disasters.

Even if the Prison of Light successfully seals the Storm Goddess, the God of Light still feels like a thorn in his back.

Could there be other evil gods hiding around? That sense of crisis follows him like a shadow, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

The price paid for releasing the divine art is different for different objects. Now the object trapped by the God of Light is a former righteous god, and his soul power has been consumed by at least one third.

If it were in his prime, a Storm Goddess would naturally not take much effort, but he has been seriously injured for many years and has been recuperating all the time. Now it is a bit difficult for him to use this kind of divine art.

In the past, it was only the divine thoughts that came to the world, and it didn’t matter even if they were all consumed. This time, it was the soul that came. Now he can be said to be weaker than ever. If he encounters an evil god with ill intentions, it is easy to have an accident.

Just as he was about to leave with the Storm Goddess, a chill descended, and he heard a cold and low voice asking: "Do you want to... become salty?"