A dazzling holy light descended upon the Pantheon, and three stalwart figures appeared in the temple.
They sat on their thrones, and their faces could not be seen clearly. Only a dazzling holy light could be seen.
One of the figures was golden, and there seemed to be countless angels of faith singing behind him, and many creatures worshipping him.
Another figure was bright gray, and there seemed to be countless blurry figures roaring behind him. The sound of swords and sabers could be heard faintly.
The last figure was silver-blue, and there seemed to be countless dazzling starlight behind him. He was peaceful and mysterious.
The entire Pantheon began to reverberate with ethereal hymns, and the brilliance of divine power rendered the temple extremely sacred and magnificent.
Suddenly, the golden figure spoke. His voice was deep and majestic.
"There's an unfamiliar divine power aura …"
But halfway through, there was a hint of surprise in his voice.
"Eh? I can't sense the attribute of his divine power. "
Hearing his words, the bright gray figure scanned the entire temple, and said with some surprise,
"There's no new thrones."
His voice was hoarse and weathered.
After a moment of silence, the golden figure spoke again.
"It's a new god … but he gave up on leaving his divine imprint."
After that, he looked at the third silver-blue figure.
"Your Holiness Riigdal, who's the true god on duty in the Pantheon for the past hundred years? Why didn't he receive the new gods properly? "
The silver-blue figure was silent for a moment, then looked at the bright gray figure and said.
"It's the God of Winter and the Hunt — Oulleur."
Hearing his words, the golden figure immediately looked at the bright gray figure, and his voice had a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Your Holiness Lord Lot, Oulleur is your god, and this is your dereliction of duty."
The bright gray figure was silent for a moment, then sighed.
"I'll punish him, Your Holiness Iteo."
The golden figure nodded, then suddenly sneered.
"Oulleur … is he still thinking about that person's divine position?"
The bright gray figure called Lot nodded.
"That person's divine position is very compatible with him. Although I've warned him many times, I'm afraid he hasn't given up. "
"Nature and life?"
The golden figure turned around and looked at the dim divine throne behind him.
His gaze was focused on a divine throne engraved with flowers and vines. There was a hint of fear in his voice.
"It's been a thousand years. I wonder if the divine curse set by that person still exists …"
"Cough, cough."
At this moment, the silver-blue figure coughed twice.
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.
"Lord Iteo, you should remember our agreement from a thousand years ago. That one has already fallen, and what the world of Segers needs now is to rest and recuperate …"
"With the current energy level of the World of Segers, it would not be able to support our descent, and its planar origin would not be able to withstand great interference."
"As for that person's true form … I've said it many times. His involvement with the Segers Plane is too deep. Before the Segers Plane's origin recovers, the gods cannot act against him. Or … "
He changed the topic with a hint of mockery.
"You want the world of Segers to collapse?"
"Hmph!"
The golden figure snorted coldly and said no more.
A moment later, he let out a soft exclamation.
"Eh? The magic power of the World of Segers has increased? "
The silver-blue figure nodded.
"Yes, it has. It's been a thousand years. Although it's much faster than my prophecy, the World of Segers has indeed reached the time for its origin to recover. "
The golden figure was silent for a moment before looking at the silver-blue figure again.
"Lord Rigdal, I don't know what your plans are, but our agreement from a thousand years ago will not change."
With that, he stood up from the divine throne. His voice was deep and powerful.
"All existences that threaten the gods must be completely wiped out!"
Then, he spoke to the bright gray figure again.
"Lord Lot, please tell Oulleur to find the newborn true god as soon as possible and bring him into the Pantheon."
With that, his body bloomed with a brilliant light, and then his figure slowly disappeared.
The other two figures looked at each other and returned.
The Pantheon returned to its calm state.
…
Heaven.
In a small divine kingdom of about ten million square kilometers, countless petitioners were praying fervently.
In the center of the divine kingdom, there was a majestic snow mountain covered in snow. On top of it was a silver temple.
In the temple, a majestic figure shrouded in holy light was playing with an exquisite divine bow.
Suddenly, he had a thought. He reached out his hand and beckoned.
A silver ball of light flew into his hand, and when he touched it, an angry roar suddenly resounded in the temple.
"Oulleur! A true god has been born! You will be guarding the Pantheon for a hundred years! Find the newborn true god as soon as possible and bring him into the Pantheon! Also, you have neglected your duty. The time will be extended for another hundred years as punishment! "
Oulleur was speechless.
After taking a deep breath, he stood up from the divine throne and bowed slightly in a direction.
"As you command, Lord God."
Hearing his words, the silver ball of light seemed very satisfied and slowly disappeared.
Oulleur heaved a sigh of relief and said with some frustration.
"I didn't expect a true god to be born …"
There had not been a new true god in the Segers universe for a thousand years, so he had relaxed his duty. He did not expect to bump into the muzzle of a gun.
As if thinking of something, Oulleur looked in the direction of the ball of light and snorted with some dissatisfaction.
"Hmph … If I had mastered nature and life, why would I be a follower god?"
As the youngest and most promising (self-proclaimed) newborn true god in thousands of years, he had always wanted to be independent and have his own divine system. Unfortunately, the half-orcs were too weak, and his priesthood was too weak …
"I don't know how the believers' investigation is going. There's still no news after so long …"
Uleer put down his bow and paced back and forth in the temple in a somewhat impatient manner.
Suddenly, his heart stirred.
"Hmm?"
He stopped and gently waved to the outside of the temple.
Soon, a thin half-orc soul floated over.
It was an old half-orc dressed in sheep's clothing. He was a priest.
If Demacia was here, he would find that he was the unlucky guy who was stabbed to death by a box of rice.
Oulleur narrowed his eyes, then put his hand on the head of the priest's soul.
In an instant, scenes were displayed in the temple.
That was the priest's life experience.
Priests were different from other believers.
When becoming a priest, intelligent creatures were equivalent to opening their souls completely to the true god.
In this case, once an intelligent creature died, his memory would be protected by the divine power of the true god. After the soul ascended to the divine kingdom, he would still have the memory of his life.
And the true god could also read his memory!
This was the real reason why Eve had to guard against Oulleur's priests!
As the memory was read, Oulleur's expression changed from anticipation to solemnity, and from solemnity to doubt.
After a while, he put down his hand and murmured in a daze.
"Seven dragon balls? Mangekyou Sharingan? One Piece's treasure? "
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