[Third Update]
"Yes, I can kill to my heart's content. I like assassination, but there's no pleasure in killing humans. At my current level, there aren't many people who are worthy of me killing, but to kill gods …"
Agares licked his nose. His tongue was unexpectedly long. Just like he said, it was like a snake.
Salin was now in the Floating-space City, preparing for the battle with the Protoss. The mages of the Golden Plain had been wiped out, but the Golden Plain was still there. Those mages, Salin, had not started killing, so they would be trouble sooner or later. These were not important. What Salin needed to do was to lure the gods to this plane before Myers fully matured.
As for how to lure them, of course, it would depend on the power of the Saints.
Of course, Salin did not know that Agares and Van Gogh were also thinking of ways to lure the gods over, and their tombs would benefit greatly from the confrontation between Salin and the gods.
Salin would not be killed, Van Gogh and Agares were sure of this. As long as Salin did not die, the gods would continue to attack, sending all kinds of powerful Protoss creatures and angel legions.
Then, these two guys who could control other people's souls could reap the benefits without doing anything.
It was not a new method, but it had been effective since ancient times.
In the secret room of the Floating-space City, in front of Salin was the little girl who would never grow up.
"There's something I have to tell you honestly," Salin said calmly to the Saint.
"You want to use me?" The little girl raised her head and looked at Salin's face. This face had been deeply imprinted in her heart, and she would never forget it. Blasphemer, cruel devil.
"Yes, I hope to have a real battle with the gods. Although I don't want the battlefield to be on the Myers Continent, I don't have any good choice," Salin said to the little girl.
"You don't deserve it."
"I don't think the God of Light deserves it either. Although, I should maintain some grace in front of his believers. But this obscene God is the most despicable one I know of in the God Race. There has never been a god who made people feel so disgusted, deceiving people with his body of light, "Salin retorted indifferently.
The little girl's eyes were bloodshot.
"You're a Saint, so you should act like one. The reason I did not torture you is because the God of Light likes this kind of story, and then he will descend as the savior. Saint, you don't understand. I can make you fall. "Salin sighed and took out the 12 Movements of Purgatory.
This was the weapon he borrowed from Nelis when he rushed to the Undead Plane.
Purgatory Purgatory could make this Saint lose everything, while Fallen Purgatory could temporarily turn her into a Fallen One.
The little girl did not panic at all. She said to Salin, "All threats are because of fear."
Salin continued, "All blessings come from pity. The first part is correct, but the second part is wrong. "Sarlin replied using the words from the Divine Grimoire. The little girl was unmoved.
"Some blessings are just temptations. Pitiful Saint, in the entire Myers Continent, only you have a pure faith. It is not that you are the smartest, but you are the stupidest. "
"Stupid me, I won't help you."
"I don't need your help. I just feel guilty to the person who tried to protect you." Salin thought of the divinity. The divinity's faith in the gods might not be pure enough, but he still sincerely protected the people around him. This little girl was the one he entrusted to her.
Salin had no choice but to break his promise now. The Saint might die.
Twenty-four Shackles of Corruption flew out and bound the little girl. A pained expression appeared on the little girl's face. That pain came from the bottom of her heart, with real fear.
"I only took away your faith."
"No, you took away my life!" There was suddenly no life in the little girl's eyes.
Salin's Shackles of Corruption suddenly flew up with the little girl's corpse, passed through the secret room, and arrived high in the sky. He did not expect this Saint to be so unyielding. At the same time that she lost her faith, she chose death.
Even the Shackles of Corruption could not control her.
Raphael followed Salin and flew high in the sky. Looking at the Saint's corpse, Raphael said, "My Lord, people always break their promises. You are no exception."
Salin was only slightly absent-minded, but his actions were not slow. A huge divine runic array appeared on the corpse, and the little girl's corpse was slowly disintegrated into the void.
The sudden death of the Saint made it impossible for Salin to use his backup plan. He could only stimulate the God of Light in advance.
The remaining holy power was stimulated by the divine runic array and dispersed into the void, transmitting news to all the planes.
Salin was asking for help on behalf of the dead believers of the God of Light. The only Saint on the Myers Continent was being killed.
"How rude, human!"
A voice came from across space and time. If Salin did not have the protection of thunder, he would have lost consciousness from the shock. It would not be strange for him to fall to his death.
Raphael felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her whole body was numb, and she was wrapped in the water shield released by Salin. After a while, she regained consciousness and flapped her wings. She no longer wanted to fly like a human.
The power of a level 15 god was not something an angel like her could resist. Unless the Metal God was resurrected, the God of Light could easily crush her to death.
I must get rid of this angel's body!
Raphael had never been so determined. She had heard that the elves had a way to transform their bodies into other races.
The battle form of an angel was powerful, but without the protection of a god, when facing other gods, her battle power would plummet, and she might not even be as good as an ordinary human warrior.
Her metal angels had chosen to believe in the God of the Weave. When Dante appeared, their faith was transferred to Dante. These metal angels would not lose their battle power because of the God of Light's pressure. Only Raphael could not help Salin at all.
A level 15 real body and a level 14 doppelganger were two completely different levels. The difference was huge.
In the Cloud Flow Swamp, Van Gogh and Agares were preparing to lure the god here. Suddenly, the space fluctuated violently. Van Gogh's eyes flashed with red light. He turned pale with fright and said, "Agares, the god has arrived!"
"Where?"
"The Myers Continent was caused by Salin!"
Agares did not know how Van Gogh knew this, but he knew that Van Gogh would not speak carelessly.
"Go immediately. If we can help Salin, we will. If not, we will chop off one of the god's legs." Agares's eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty light.
"There is no hurry. Salin has already done what we have to do. This time, not only will the God of Light come personally, but he will also connect the God Nation with the Myers Continent. We will be busy. "
Agares also calmed down and said, "Then you follow me back to Cloud Mist City. I will organize an army to attack the God Nation."
"Your army is not enough to kill the angels." Van Gogh disapproved.
"Van Gogh, my family has been in control of the empire for a thousand years. You can't understand all the details. This time, I am helping you. Otherwise, with your own strength, you will not be able to get anything out of it. "
Van Gogh did not say anything. He did not understand why Agares would help him. This assassin of the emperor did not seem to have the slightest bit of sympathy, nor did he wish to be friends with anyone. His path in life was to kill.
Killing the strong was Agares's only source of pleasure.
"Do you think that I want something from you? Rest assured, the goddess has bet on you. I do not want to make a move before the goddess has used you. If that happens, I will have to face a terrifying god directly. "
A terrifying god? Van Gogh did not think that Myers was terrifying. However, this time, the God of Light was furious and connected the God Nation with the Myers Continent. Myers should not sit idly by, right?
That was good. He and Agares's army would kill their way into the God Nation. At least there would be someone to help him test the strength of the Protoss.
With only Jialin as a helper, he could not upgrade his rank. Unless he obtained a complete set of twelve souls, he would not be able to complete refining his equipment. Using humans as weapon spirits and granting them eternal life, he would be the master of these souls.
It seemed that using the Protoss was also possible? It seemed that Salin had once used the Protoss as weapon spirits.
Van Gogh silently followed Agares and left the hiding place. The two did not fly. Instead, they rode two abyss monsters and went straight to Cloud Mist City. Agares said that he was rich, and Van Gogh also wanted to see what an emperor of an empire had.
Salin used a sacrificial method to decompose the saint and offer it to the god.
In the faraway God Nation, the God of Light was indeed very angry. His doppelganger had been destroyed, and then another saint had died. The souls of these saints were so pure that they could be directly made into a level-fourteen angel.
Such a soul had been broken down, and there was no value in recycling it.
In the God of Light's kingdom, divine light shone from his body, illuminating 1.2 billion miles of land. All the Protoss knelt on the ground in fear, waiting for the divine decree.
The wrath of a god, the destruction of a country.
The God of Light was going to destroy the enemy's country. In the sky, the war horn sounded, and countless angel armies gathered. Two of the three eternal suns were extinguished. They were going to be taken by the God of Light to the enemy's country.
For many years, the real body of the God of Light no longer participated in the war. Such a situation made the blood of the Protoss under him boil. Following the God of Light to battle, they would never fail. This was the source of their power.
The God of Light had once killed a level-sixteen god. This time, everyone's chance to gain merit had come.
The blessings of the gods were always bountiful after every war.
Salin looked up at the sky and said softly, "Myer, I think you have seen the arrival of a god. Are you still not willing to do it yourself?"
Myer looked at this scene angrily. Salin's actions seemed too sloppy to her.
She had only resurrected twelve angels, and there were still more than a hundred followers who had not been resurrected. If she left like this, what would happen to those followers?
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