"What's that?!"
Generally speaking, the gods of Elysium would spend a long time in their divine realms comprehending the laws of nature and condensing their divinity. It was like the relationship between a wizard and a laboratory.
Occasionally, however, the gods would descend upon the Elysium Continent to perform so-called miracles. These miracles were used to convey their will, win over believers, spread their faith, and even start wars to compete for believers and resources. From a macro perspective, there was not much difference between a temple and a Magus Tower.
The Divine Domain was a space of pure rules created by the power of faith in the temples. Due to the relationship between the ancient Sky Cities and the natural arcane realms in the Sorcerers World, the sorcerers rarely studied this kind of ability. Once the temple of faith was destroyed, the so-called Divine Domain would naturally collapse. Therefore, the ancient sorcerers disdained this kind of useless ability. However, these foreign Divine Worlds still continued to pass it down.
On this day, the God of Evil Spirits happened to descend upon the Pantheon, conveying the new oracle will to his loyal Lord Priest, stipulating the development plan and faith plan of the Divine Kingdom for the next few years. Suddenly, the lofty rules and vast Divine Power that erupted for no reason in the distant sky made the God of Evil Spirits, who was only a Lesser Deity, shudder with fear. Waves of panic and unease drowned him like a tide.
"Which higher god has come to Elysium? Impossible, the power of faith is not being disturbed on a large scale. There's no other great power of faith. What's going on?! "
However, the God of Evil Spirits' heart was beating faster and faster. The Murloc Lord High Priest, who was standing respectfully at the side, could not help but feel terrified when he saw this.
This chief priest was once a well-known level-three Sanctuary-realm powerhouse, and the scars on his purple-scaled armor were evidence of his countless battles of life and death. Thus, the weak purple-scaled merman tribe that was scattered at the edge of the mainland finally gave birth to a Sanctuary-realm powerhouse who had the ability to fly. In the end, he was fortunate enough to be recognized by the great God of Evil Spirits and become the chief priest of the shrine.
Because of this, the purple-scaled fishmen continued to develop and grow, becoming the third largest tribe in the area after the porcupines and goblins.
As one of the strongest Level 3 Divine Realm experts, and with the authority of the Lord High Priest who could summon the divine power of Evil Spirits, the Purple-scaled Murloc Lord High Priest was the ultimate expert of the Evil Spirit Empire. This was also one of the reasons why the green-scaled dragon did not dare to enter the Evil Spirit Empire's territory.
"Great God of Evil Spirits, what happened?"
The Purple-scaled Merman King Priest asked.
The God of Evil Spirits was a two-headed exotic bird. One of its heads was of Evil Energy, the other was of Soul Energy. It had been on Elysium for thousands of years. From its earliest days, when it was almost hunted down and slaughtered by many sacred realm experts who attempted to kill it and plunder its Quintessence, it had established an Imperial Shrine with a complete belief system and dozens of sacred realm experts under its command. Every day, the God of Evil Spirits lived cautiously and conscientiously.
He was once the Lord of a Realm and was extremely arrogant. He attempted to conquer the vast space and gain more believers. However, the moment he fell into the Elysium, everything was destroyed. His once invincible army was wiped out in an instant, and he himself became a so-called lowgod …
"Summon the Purple-Scaled Merman King, the Wandering Goblin King, and the Bone-Arrow Porcupine King to protect the temple. All high priests, gather the believers to worship the Evil Spirit Law in the temple. The Evil Spirit Knight Legion, fully armed …"
These preparations were the temple's final preparations to deal with the temple war!
Unfortunately, the time since the God of Evil Spirits had fallen to the Elysium was too short. He had yet to collect too many Valiant Souls of his believers. Otherwise, they would have been a force to be reckoned with.
The Purple-scaled Merman King Priest turned and left with a solemn expression. His previous fear had gradually turned into determination. He would not hesitate to sacrifice himself for the God of Evil Spirits!
"What is that incomparably lofty law that makes one's heart palpitate? So much of the power of faith in the East has been extinguished in such a short time."
The two-headed bird's four eyes were filled with fear.
"Looks like I need to rebuild the temple …"
With that thought, the God of Evil Spirits gritted his teeth and flew out of the temple without hesitation. He intended to give up on coming into contact with that unknown and terrifying god.
…
Each tribe had from a few hundred souls to tens of thousands of souls. These tribes were scattered throughout the Kingdom of Evil Spirits built along the coast.
As Grimm approached the Shrine of Evil Spirits, he picked out the bigger tribes and the Level-3 creatures that had stepped into the Sanctuary-realm as if he was picking strawberries in a strawberry garden. A fireball that was insignificant to Grimm was an attack of tens of thousands of degrees, as if it was the end of the world.
The high-quality souls of these sacred realm powerhouses were worth more than tens of thousands of ordinary souls.
Just like that, after collecting millions of souls along the way, everywhere Grimm passed, there was a scene of doomsday with flames soaring into the sky. "Rumble", "Rumble" explosions accompanied by blinding flames gradually approached the Shrine of Evil Spirits.
"Respected and great unknown god, this is the Shrine of Evil Spirits. What has made the Kingdom of Evil Spirits offend your dignity? The Kingdom of Evil Spirits is willing to pay double the compensation. Please forgive us with your magnanimous heart."
The Purple-scaled Merman King Priest stood in front of the Shrine of Evil Spirits, bowing and begging for the grace of this unknown god, Grimm.
Grimm's tri-colored eyes flickered. After the Mask of Truth was digitized by Nets Above Snares Below, he converted all the sacred realm powerhouses into ordinary souls and obtained a number of 13524674.
More than 13 million souls, in addition to the millions of souls he had collected previously, according to the degree of the Infernal Spirit Sutra opening the space-time gate, and the three-legged death raven's altar preparation, it was barely enough to summon.
"Hehehehe, even your god has given up on escaping and betrayed your loyal faith, yet you are still here offering yourselves to him and singing praises of his merits? "Ignorant and lowly life, it is a sin for you to live in this world!"
Grimm ignored this insignificant priest and just declared his will to all the living beings in the city.
More than 20 sacred realm powerhouses had temporarily gathered in front of the shrine. Dozens of high priests led hundreds of thousands of tribes who were kneeling around the shrine and singing praises of the power of faith. More than 10,000 so-called shrine guards, including the so-called strongest person present, were nothing more than worms under Grimm's feet in the eyes of a level-six life form that was already above the level.
A Yin-Yang Dual Core Ancient Lamp was ignited with a soybean-sized flame. The ominous and terrifying light was like the radiance of the sun, sprinkling in every corner of the Evil Spirit Imperial City. The trembling and lowly creatures instinctively roared.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff …
The super-range dissimilation domain. Countless low-level life forms were torn apart by this supreme evil sorcery, turning into wriggling organs that only had the instinct to devour, biting and devouring each other. Soon, the nightmarish city of hell was devoid of life.
The ingenious thing was that under Grimm's dissimilation domain sorcery, the entire city was intact after all the life forms died. In the future, if anyone came to investigate, they would also feel the fear of being in hell and guess what had happened here.
As the foundation of an empire, an ordinary Stigmata Sorcerer might be able to find some valuable wealth. However, for an existence like Grimm, other than the historical heritage of the great world and the ruins of civilization, there was no wealth that could enter Grimm's vision.
Suck …
Like a whale sucking in water, Grimm held the Infernal Spirit Sutra and sucked all the souls floating in the entire capital into his body with infinite suction force.
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