Godhead Steal [Comprehensive Lord Greece]

No matter how unbelievable Ali Kumon thinks "letting Apollo spend his life as a human being", Apollo has now spent 16 years in the past, and it is a fact that cannot be changed.

The education Apollo received from the pope and bishops clearly knew the delicate relationship between the people and the Holy See.

As for belief, it is still out of his reach for the time being.

It's just that he is still indifferent to human life, but at least he won't regard human beings as ants.

This alone is a big improvement.

The God of Light was very satisfied when he saw Apollo.

It's just another him.

Apollo, who vented the negative energy accumulated in his heart by killing the priests and priests of the entire county, looked at those few people with no expression on his face at the moment. A few mercenaries who followed him to the temple.

If it weren't for the pure aura of light on them, Apollo probably would have started beating people when they were entangled.

"I'm not interested in forming a team." Apollo couldn't remember how many times he rejected these people.

Apollo doesn't mind a few more helpers, but these seem too young.

Two of them did not have the blood energy produced by life-and-death struggles, which meant that the combat effectiveness of this mercenary squad would definitely not be very high.

What Apollo wants to challenge is a lord in the depths of the Dark Land.

He has no interest in taking care of two oil bottles.

"Try it!" The burly warrior with a huge sword on his back grinned innocently and cheerfully, "It seems that you are also a newly promoted priest, come out to practice."

There is actually not much difference between the ranks of priests' robes and decorations, but the ranks of low-level priests and bishops can be seen at a glance.

But after Apollo left the county he directly took over, he knew that those priests and priests who had ghosts in their hearts might no longer act so arrogantly.

And Apollo became famous because of this incident, so he simply took off the priest's robe specially made for him, and put on a low-level priest's robe, although it was not as good as that robe in all aspects, But it really blocked a lot of sight for him.

——You know, if it weren't for the fact that wearing the priest's robe can go to rest in the Holy See everywhere, Apollo would even want to take off the priest's robe.

But the troublesome thing is that this white body is too obvious, no, as soon as he entered the city, he was entangled by these people.

You must know that if you want to enter and exit the dark place, a light magician is essential-of course, it would be even better if you can be a priest or priest of the Holy See.

But priests and priests are not easy to catch.

And compared to a priest whose combat ability is infinitely close to zero, a priest is a better choice.

Because the priest is a middle-of-the-road one between the priest and the temple knight. The combat power is not strong, but a little more flexible is definitely enough to protect himself, and they will almost also receive some blessings from the priest, but the healing effect will be slightly reduced.

The appearance of Apollo is simply a blessing from heaven for this team.

"Don't try." Apollo looked at the warrior who made the noise, snorted coolly, and slammed the gate of the temple directly.

This seemingly temporary mercenary team is actually quite good in terms of configuration.

A human warrior, a half-elf ranger, a fire magician who seems to have a good affinity for magic, and a gloomy assassin. It is said that they still have a wood magician who is shopping.

Calculated in this way, everything is ready and there is only one nanny... no, priest or priest.

Apollo paused, somewhat at a loss as to where the nurse's idea came from.

It seems that someone has described it that way.

Apollo leaned his back against the wall, struggling again.

...How did you describe it?

He couldn't remember again.

Apollo is used to this kind of situation, but his mood is still lowered a lot.

Originally, he was not so happy to be entangled by those few people, but now he could almost see the obvious boredom.

Apollo looked up at the priest who was looking at him in amazement, restrained his emotions, put on a tired look, and politely asked the priest of the Temple of Light not far from the land of darkness if he had any food , and he needs a room where he can rest.

"You are... Mr. Apollo." The priest smiled at him gently. Unlike Apollo's somewhat deliberate smile, his smile can make people feel warmth and redemption from the bottom of their hearts.

Looking at such a smile, Apollo felt a little familiar, but felt that there was something more—in short, it was not quite right.

But he didn't forget to nod.

"The Pope has notified me." The priest looked at him with a smile on his face, "it happens to be lunch time, come with me."

Apollo was indeed a little hungry. He looked at the pastor's back, frowning and thinking hard.

After a while, I still chose to give up.

He was hungry, and he had tried hard to think about those things for more than ten years, but he still couldn't think of them.

But those forgotten things are really important to him, a voice in his heart said so, Apollo looked down at the emerald green ball on his wrist, and felt that sooner or later he would be given away by this inexplicable idea. annoying.

Apollo really underestimated the perseverance of that group of people. They even squatted at the entrance of the temple in turn, and when they saw him coming out, they came up and pulled him into the group.

It is much more dedicated than selling Amway.

What is selling Amway?

Apollo struggled for a while because of the vocabulary he popped up out of nowhere.

Until he saw the man squatting outside the door and looking at him eagerly on the fifth day, Apollo's steps to leave suddenly stopped.

He looked at the blond figure, his eyes were slightly bright, and there was an obvious joy and surprise in his whole body.

A light green magic robe was exposed under the cloak of a young magician with brilliant blond hair, showing the fact that he was a wood magician.

Because his rank was not high, this poor little magician couldn't even keep himself warm. Even if he put on a cloak, he could only stand shivering in the late spring morning mist.

He stamped his feet and rubbed his hands on the spot, the rough magic robe didn't even have a hood, his beautiful blond hair was dripping with dew, and his lips were purple from the cold.

The whole person looked especially pitiful in the morning light.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the young magician turned his head to look at the door in surprise, and looked a little timid when he saw Apollo—because Apollo's expression looked really scary.

After a long while, the sorcerer, who was too cold, came over and asked softly, "Master Priest, would you consider joining our mercenary team?"

Apollo just stared blankly at the magician's face, his vision seemed to freeze.

The magician was overwhelmed by his look.

After a while, Apollo opened his mouth, but the name that should have been blurted out was stuck abruptly.

Apollo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The next Pope of Light lowered his voice and looked dry, "Your name?"

"Ah?" The magician, who was ready to be rejected, stared blankly at the priest in front of him.

"I ask, your name."

"Wright." The magician seemed to see hope, with a smile on his face, "My name is Wright."

"No." Apollo shook his head, seeing the young magician's almost ecstatic mood suddenly vanish, which made Apollo feel a little sluggish.

He backhanded to close the door.

But at the end, he and Wright looked at each other for a while, sighed, and let the poor little shivering boy in.

He turned around and saw the whole pair of pastors who smiled gently at him, and the other party had already put a wool blanket on their hands.

Apollo had no choice but to sit down in the warm hall of the temple, watching the little magician politely thank the priest with a strange expression, the shadow that often flashed in his heart almost coincided with the magician in front of him, but he always thought it was not The one he was looking for.

Just having that intuition, and Apollo's intuition was rarely wrong.

When the young magician noticed that Apollo's gaze was always on him, he looked at this handsome priest, his pale face flushed with cold.

"What, what's the matter?" Wright reached out and touched his face.

Apollo just looked at him without speaking.

Wright touched his nose in embarrassment, feeling that his body had recovered a lot, and stood up to say goodbye.

Finally, when he was at the door, he looked back at Apollo, and asked cautiously: "Master Priest... would you like to join our mercenary team?"

Apollo's ears have become callused these days, but it is obvious that the effect of Wright's question is completely different from that of others.

Apollo glanced back at the pastor who was smiling and silent, thought for a while, and nodded under Wright's expectant gaze.

Wright's eyes widened in disbelief, and he pinched his clothes. It seemed that he really wanted to jump around in place to show his happiness, but he held back in front of the two priests, lowered his head and laughed He smiled, then looked up at Apollo and smiled silly.

Looking at Wright's face, Apollo felt that the other's expression was deeply inconsistent, but it still made him feel quite cute.

Seeing him a little itchy.

"I'll go back and tell them!" Wright looked at them with a smile on his face, turned and opened the door and ran out.

Apollo looked at his back for a while, frowned slightly, looked down at the ball on his wrist for a while, and finally looked back at the pastor in silence.

They quickly determined the time to enter the Dark Land, and during the last few days of rest, Apollo always followed Wright every time he appeared.

Wright was ridiculed overtly and secretly by these new friends and hardly knew how to deal with himself.

Apollo is sure that this gentle but more often shy little magician is not the one in his heart. Only when Wright casts magic, the expression on his face is covered by the green light, will there be waves in Apollo's heart .

If you can't see the person in your heart, it's good to look at this face and have a dry addiction.

The dark place is a special environment that is very different from the place where they normally live.

It is almost completely two worlds from the Tali Continent—once you step into the dark land, what hangs in the sky will no longer be the sun, but a green moon.

There is no day in a dark place.

Creatures that do not belong to the darkness want to survive in the dark land, the first thing they cannot do without is the blessing from the light.

They can escape from the shroud of light for about half a day at a time, but after half a day, they need to be under the shroud of light for three full days to recover their bodies that have inhaled the dark breath.

So a priest or priest is essential.

Apollo casually shrouded the blessings on these few people, and was a little impatient to see them as if they were facing a big enemy.

He remembered the map he had obtained from the Pope, and Apollo strode directly to the front of the group of young men, walking forward in the dark forest with a particularly upright attitude.

The mercenary squad followed behind the brave priest, terrified.

As a result, all the monsters that rushed over upon hearing the news were annihilated by the smug priest with a wave of his hand.

Yes, annihilated.

As a soldier who should be at the forefront, I feel a little aggrieved that my job has been robbed-but I have to admit that this is probably the only family that can treat this dark trip as an ordinary camping.

A few mercenaries who had a great time picking up crystal nuclei thought so.

No wonder the priest who was still unwilling to reveal his name said that he didn't want partners, they simply lowered each other's grades.

If it wasn't for Wright's existence...

Thinking so, the soldier turned his head and glanced at the young magician who was walking at the back because his physical strength was a bit behind.

Seeing this, he was completely stunned.

"Wright!" The warrior stopped and stared at their wood magician, "You...your hair!"

Apollo was still quite sensitive to the name Wright, and the moment the soldier yelled it out, he looked back.

Wright's hair color has changed to half blond and half black—it looks like the blond part is still peeling off a little.

Wright looked up at them, and reached out to touch his face amidst their surprised eyes.

And with his touch, the skin on his face peeled off as if broken.

This strange appearance frightened the young boys enough.

Apollo sensitively noticed the darkness exposed after the light on Wright's body disappeared, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He didn't expect that there would be a dark creature hiding under his nose.

Wright looked up at Apollo, but he was no longer tame and shy.

He grinned to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth, and the robe on his body was instantly torn, revealing the black skin covered under the robe, and the instantly elongated nails on his hands glowed with a cold purple light, which seemed to be highly poisonous.

All the beauty in him disappeared in an instant.

Apollo snorted coldly, raised his hand, weaved the power of light in his hand into a net, and rushed towards the monster.

The monster's reaction was very quick, avoiding the net, its palms opened, and its sharp nails directly digging towards the heart of the soldier beside him.

Apollo held it in his hand, and the net that had just disappeared suddenly appeared, tightly trapped one of the monster's legs, and dragged him upside down in the air.

Apollo waved his hand again, and a thin and dense net of light power wrapped the monster's whole body. After a while, he smelled the burnt smell, accompanied by the monster's sharp screams.

"If you are willing to change back to that human appearance." Apollo lowered the net and looked at the struggling monster. The smile on his cheek made the frightened boys feel gentle comfort, " I won't kill you...for now."

The monster struggled and paused slightly, looking at Apollo, as if judging the authenticity of what Apollo said, even if it was temporarily good, there might be a chance to escape.

Apollo loosened the net properly.

The monster turned back into Wright without saying a word.

They went on the road again, but this time the monster who turned into Wright was at the forefront.

The boys whispered and sighed behind their backs. Only Apollo knew that his hand holding the scepter was about to cut off the hard mithril-coated scepter.

The God of Light smiled and watched Apollo's reaction, feeling more and more satisfied with this inheritor.

Although he failed to completely erase Apollo's memory, it is obvious that this style of bringing a touch of nature will allow the God of Light to understand the reaction of this inheritor.

He moved his fingers slightly, and the several human figures exuding soft light condensed in his palms turned black again in an instant.

Apollo paused slightly, glanced back at the half-elf ranger and fire magician, and swung his wand without hesitation, killing them.

The God of Light smiled again, the little guy is quite sensitive.

He moved again, this time he didn't turn those people into dark creatures, but let them draw their weapons and attack Apollo from behind.

Apollo didn't turn his head, and the two humans fell limply to the ground.

He stopped, looked back at the four corpses, and looked up at the sky, as if he sensed something, he snorted coldly.

Soon Apollo arrived at his destination, and the monster transformed into Wright never found a chance to escape.

Apollo watched Wright turn around, his eyes flushed.

"I don't intend to kill you for the time being." Apollo smiled half a smile, "That's how it was."

Wright was stunned.

"It's fine if you don't do it." Apollo sighed, surrounded by countless dark shadows around them, Apollo's hand made a masterpiece of light, and a small light circled Wright's ankle, who was about to turn around and wanted to take the opportunity to escape .

Wright fell to the ground without noticing for a moment, and Apollo just pulled him over on the ground bit by bit. The uneven ground scratched Wright's robe and even his face, and blood flowed out.

Apollo stepped on Wright's chest, and the sharp bottom of the scepter in his hand emitted a soft light, aiming at Wright's heart.

"You shouldn't pretend to be him." Apollo's tone was gentle, but with creepy killing intent and coldness, he paused, and sighed: "But if you don't pretend to be him, you can't live like this long time."

"Don't kill me!" Wright shook his head frantically, trying to push Apollo's leg away.

"Oh." Apollo sneered, looking at Wright who was struggling, and slightly raised the scepter in his hand.

Great light.

The demons that rushed towards Apollo were killed by the strong light before passing the exam, emitting an unpleasant smell of burning.

"Are you going to kill me?" Wright suddenly calmed down, and looked at Apollo quietly in the bright light, his eyes were calm and unwavering.

Looking at the face with blond hair and green eyes, Apollo thought of something in a trance, countless fragments poured into his mind, and the small ball on his wrist exuded gentle natural power to appease Apollo.

Even though countless scenes of deja vu flashed before his eyes, Apollo's movements did not stop at all, and the sharp scepter pierced Wright's heart mercilessly.

Wright, who instantly returned to his original form as a monster, melted away in a blaze of light.

Not only did this piece of light not converge, but it became stronger and stronger-the powerful light power enveloped this piece of darkness, and all the demons were wiped out.

The power of light that terrified the monsters stayed in the dark place for three full months before fading.

There was nothing left in the place shrouded in light.

Apollo, who caused all this, was looking at the old man who was smiling at him with a gloomy face at the moment. The divine power of light in his hand was concentrated, wrapped around his fist, and he couldn't help but smashed hard at the wrinkled face of the God of Light.

The God of Light was a little surprised that the other party had directly recalled his divinity, and was about to give Apollo a few words of encouragement when he was beaten up severely.

It was still the face!

It was like being pushed to the ground and beaten.

The gods of God's Domain stared dumbfounded at the magnificent Temple of Light, which collapsed just like that.

The body of Apollo, who had been stuck for countless years, shook slightly, and he completed the transformation of godhead in an instant.

The God of Light, who was promoted to become the God of Creation, opened his eyes. After a moment of confusion, he looked down at the emerald green ball in his hand, and put away his own godhead.

He looked back.

Rhea has left.

Ali Kumon didn't wait outside either.

Apollo looked up at the statue, thinking of the old man who had just been beaten up by him, he spat out the power in his hands, and smashed the meaningful statue to pieces with a blank expression.

The God of Light took a deep breath and disappeared into this underground space.

Apollo appeared outside the dark territory, looked at the trees that were gradually darkening, and lowered his head to play with the small ball in his hand.

At that moment, he almost thought that he really killed Alikumeng.

If it weren't for this, Apollo wouldn't have done anything to the old man who caused all this.

After all, the other party also let him experience a life as a human being that he would never have the opportunity or will to experience as a god.

He probably understood some of Ali Kumon's feelings before.

What's more, Ali Kumon is still a person who respects life very much. It is really difficult for Ali Kumon to achieve the same three views as him.

bother.

Apollo clicked his tongue lightly, feeling that the part of his soul that had been ripped away before seemed to still have the irritability of being a human priest.

He looked at the vast dark territory, and he didn't know how to face Alikumon.

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