Javier had long planned to strip the priesthood of "celebration" and seek the priesthood of "enjoyment".
He had even rehearsed more than once, practicing what he would do when the time came, and how he would deal with all kinds of emergencies to ensure that nothing would go wrong.
But no matter how many rehearsals he had, it could not replace practice.
For example, he had never thought that it would be so painful when he was really stripped of his priesthood.
In fact, he had already practiced in this aspect. He had also borrowed a few ruthless butchers from Morani to stab himself three times and six times while he was practicing. Blood flowed all over the ground. At that time, he was in so much pain that he grimaced in pain. He felt that he had practiced very well and even suspected that he was masochistic.
Only now did he understand that his rehearsal back then was actually still far from it!
Not to mention anything else, just the pain of stripping his priesthood was far beyond his expectations, and even beyond his imagination.
"Gah … gah … gah …" Because of the extreme pain, he could not even scream, and could only make meaningless gurgling sounds from his throat, like a rooster that had been strangled and was about to die.
Of course, this was just an illusion. Pain alone could not take the life of a great god.
But … for a very short moment, Javier even felt that maybe it was better to die than to live. After all, everyone knew that the dead had no sense of pain.
This absurd idea only existed for a moment, and he directly extinguished it. Then, regardless of the consequences, he endured the terrible pain, tried to stabilize the stripped priesthood, and used the last bit of connection between himself and the priesthood to pass it to the Holy Spirit.
White light flashed, and the Holy Spirit, who was originally covered in a white robe, and it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman, suddenly shone with divine light. The divine light tore the white robe, and inside it was a beautiful man with a very gentle smile, and his eyes were like crescent moons, which made people feel good at first glance.
But at this moment, they did not have time to observe and understand the new successor of the God of Celebration. Everyone's attention was on Javier.
The most difficult and dangerous part of this ceremony had just begun!
After stripping the priesthood of celebration, Javier's strength was greatly reduced, and he had fallen to the level of a Quasi God. In particular, he was not good at fighting, and it could even be said that he was not even a Quasi God. Perhaps a powerful top legend could beat him up at this moment.
Without a doubt, Javier was extremely weak right now. He had previously found Sui Xiong and asked Sui Xiong to help protect him, just for this moment.
For a moment, the attention of all the gods was focused on him, and they could no longer care about anything else.
At this time, a mysterious visitor appeared outside a cage hidden in a small demiplane near the main plane.
"My chance has come." The visitor was shrouded in black smoke, so much so that it was hard to tell his height and weight. His voice was also changed by the smoke. It was hoarse and deep, so Hao Ren could not tell where he was from. "Crazy Pauper and Green Jellyfish are both busy with something important and can't come over."
Within the golden divine cage, Hasarin, the God of Shadows and Assassins, opened her eyes.
He did not ask for the reason but chose to believe it.
He had already fallen to such a state. What good could he get from lying to himself?
Moreover, he was already in such a state. What else was there to lose? What was there to be afraid of?
Death? There was nothing to fear about death. He had never been afraid of death.
So he smiled. The next moment, he burst out all his divine power without reservation.
The divine cage that trapped him inside was made by Yorgaardman. With his great divine power, the cage he made was naturally enough to completely trap a mid-level divine power. But when Hasarin burst out with all her strength, she could not divert her attention because she was concerned about Javier's situation. The cage suddenly showed a flaw that should not have had, and Hasarin forcibly opened up a small gap.
The next moment, Hasarin's body in the cage exploded and turned into a ball of black flame. Most of the black flame was annihilated by the great divine power in the golden cage, but there was still a wisp of it that escaped from the small gap.
One wisp was enough.
For Hasarin, even if only a wisp of her body escaped from the cage, it meant that she was completely free.
That wisp of black flame turned in the air and changed back to Hasarin. She looked slightly pale and a little tired, but the light in her eyes was still firm and did not waver at all.
"What do you want to do next?" The figure shrouded in smoke asked.
Hasarin did not answer at all. Her figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, her figure appeared in front of the sacred tree at the edge of Void City, which was used to suppress and destroy the God of Fear, Diarte.
Her body was shrouded in the strange black flame that was constantly twisting. She used this method to temporarily separate herself from the Main Plane, so as to avoid being discovered by the enchantment left by the Goddess of Life to protect the Main Plane and be struck to death by lightning.
But the black flame was obviously weakening slowly, and it could be seen that her power was also weakening.
But Hasarin did not care at all.
She had thought that everything was hopeless, but now there was a glimmer of hope. For this glimmer of hope, she did not care about anything.
She stared deeply at the sacred tree, as if her eyes could see through the big tree and see the figure that was always wearing a hideous black armor sealed in the middle of the tree. The God of Shadow and Assassination smiled slightly and rushed up without hesitation. In an instant, she burned up all the remaining divine power in her body and injected all the power into the artifact short knife Soul Slayer Stab that she was used to use. Then she stabbed at the sacred tree fiercely.
The power of this knife was unparalleled. No matter how strong the vitality of the sacred tree was, it could not bear it. In an instant, the branches and leaves withered and the wood decayed, as if it had experienced the erosion of countless years after dying and had been completely weathered.
At this moment, as long as a light breeze blew, the sacred tree would completely collapse and turn into countless pieces that scattered on the ground.
However, in the sacred tree, countless green veins shone.
The next moment, the green light filled the sacred tree that had completely withered and decayed, replacing its original structure and reshaping its body according to its previous appearance.
It was still green, still towering, and the withering and decaying just now seemed to be just an illusion.
But this scene could not be seen by Hasarin anymore. That strike had burned up all of her power, and even the very foundation of the existence of a god had been burned up. From that moment on, there was no longer the existence of Hasarin, the God of Shadow and Assassination.
When a brave man made up his mind to do something, he often said, "If you don't succeed, you die." Hasarin, the God of Shadow and Assassination, went one step further. She didn't care whether she could succeed or not. She directly used her life as a part of the bargaining chip and threw it all away.
"What a great decisiveness!" On the big tree that had just been reborn from the withered, a human face emerged. Looking closely, it was Sui Xiong's appearance on the earth.
Fortunately, he integrated a doppelganger into the sacred tree, so that he could reshape the sacred tree at the critical moment and prevent the priesthood of the God of Fear from flying away.
Because of this, he could not catch Hasarin again in time. He could only watch this loyal and brave assassin, whom he admired very much, die.
Sighing secretly, Sui Xiong used a branch to roll up the artifact dagger that had fallen to the ground, put it into the trunk, and put it next to the crystal of the priesthood of Fear, together with the ferocious black armor left after the collapse and dissipation of the God of Fear.
"I don't know if you liked each other when you were alive, but I think your relics should be put together and accompany each other like this," he said to himself. He muttered to himself, "Perhaps some people will think that I'm being unreasonable, but I think, let these two divine artifacts be your mementos."
After that, the sacred tree returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.
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