"Flying light, flying light, persuading you to drink a cup of wine..."
Vaguely, a chant sounded in his ears.
"I don't know the height of the sky, the thickness of the earth..."
"Only when the moon is cold and the sun is warm, comes to fry my life..."
Li Shouyi stood on the tall building of the Luming Villa and looked up at the sky.
"Li He's' bitter days are short '!" He thought.
Under the moonlight, the raindrops in the sky gradually changed color.
In the rain, the moonlight interweaved like gold and silver threads.
They were like olives, falling straight down into the vast expanse.
"Emperor Pulp!" Li Shouyi bowed to the rain.
The rain was warm, like a treasure.
It was the Emperor Pulp!
Not only that!
He also saw that the meteor that was dragging a trail in the sky and falling straight to the northwest gradually became illusory.
It continued to fall.
It slowly turned into countless streams of light and fell to the northwest!
Li Shouyi knew the origin of the Emperor Pulp.
It came from the Kunlun Mountain!
It was the blessing of the torn Kunlun Mountain to this world.
It was also the gift of the immortal god that had died countless years ago to this world.
The flowing light fell to the west, like the east wind blooming flowers on a thousand trees, blowing down stars like rain.
Li Shouyi knew that just now, the world had walked back from the brink of destruction!
He tapped his feet lightly and floated towards the distant building.
… …
The drawn-out drumbeat echoed in his ears.
A low clear singing echoed in the air.
"Eating bears makes one fat, eating frogs makes one thin..."
Both inside and outside the hall were intact.
Everyone in the ballroom was unharmed.
"Where is the Divine Lord? Tai Yi An has it? "
Countless golden threads flowed according to the chant like flowing water.
It was like flowing water that was about to rush into the sea.
"In the east of the sky, there is a tree, and below it is a candle dragon..."
The flowing golden threads were singing, as if they were alive, winding, curling, and coupling...
Thus, an incomparably magnificent scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The divine tree danced and stood alone.
The true dragon held the candle light in its mouth and swam under it.
It was as if it was in front of him, like a mirage, reflecting the ancient era, the scenery under the Fusang tree in the east of the sky and the extreme of the earth.
"I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew on the dragon's meat!"
Suddenly, the chanting became louder.
It was like the morning bell and evening drum, shaking people's hearts.
It was also like a warning to the world, enlightening him.
It made one suddenly realize all the mistakes one had made in this life, all the wrong things one had done.
One by one, they surged into his mind.
However, it was also vague and unfathomable!
"This is …" Someone finally came to a realization. "A powerful being is preaching for us!"
"This is a great opportunity!"
"I can't miss it!"
"Quick, focus, hold your breath, and empty your mind!"
As he spoke, almost everyone had already sat down cross-legged.
Even many ordinary people in the Luming Hall could feel a faint heat wave in their bodies. There seemed to be a warm current surging within their meridians.
No matter how stupid they were, they also understood.
They all sat down cross-legged, either ignorant or smart, and began to meditate, calmly guiding the warm currents and heat waves.
The golden threads swam in the hall.
All kinds of magnificent scenes were vivid and lifelike.
Chiba Michiko also sat down cross-legged.
Around her body, a few golden threads slowly descended and seeped into her skin.
It was warm, like a spring breeze, blowing into her heart.
Her limbs and bones were surging with heat.
In just an instant, the aura on Chiba Michiko's body rose.
In the next second, she had already stepped into the lieutenant colonel realm!
She broke through in an instant!
Chiba Michiko was extremely excited.
The chanting in her ears continued.
"Make it impossible to return in the morning, and impossible to fall at night …"
"Naturally, the old will not die, and the young will not cry …"
"What is the meaning of eating gold and swallowing white jade?"
In the hall, the divine tree formed by golden threads had already collapsed. The divine dragon under the tree had been beheaded and dismembered.
The dragon blood and dragon meat were dismembered piece by piece.
Then, like a drizzle, the dragon blood and dragon meat washed over everyone.
Under the illumination of the divine dragon's flesh and blood, everyone in the hall was undergoing a magical change.
The mortals were transcendent, and the transcendent gradually had a trace of sacred characteristics.
The most obvious was Chiba Michiko.
A pink mark appeared faintly on the forehead of the young girl from Fusang.
The fox tail on her body slowly fluffed up.
Golden threads continuously seeped into her skin.
The chanting in her ears gradually became softer.
"Who is like Young Master Ren, riding a green donkey in the clouds!"
Chiba Michiko suddenly opened her eyes.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with colors, and her skin faintly emitted a fragrance that was like orchids and musk.
Just by smelling it, one's mind would probably be shaken!
The tail behind her swayed quietly.
It was not a fox tail at all!
At this moment, Chiba Michiko finally understood her bloodline.
Cheng Huang!
She was the cub of Cheng Huang!
Now, she had finally awakened this bloodline that had been sleeping for countless generations.
This was a bloodline that came from ancient times!
"Liu Che's mausoleum is full of stagnant bones, Ying Zhengzi's coffin is full of abalones..."
The chanting in her ears finally returned to silence.
The golden threads disappeared without a trace.
In the hall, there was no divine tree, no divine dragon, and no feast!
However, Chiba Michiko had already recognized the person who was chanting?
"Young Master Ling!" She said excitedly in her heart, "It's Young Master Ling!"
… …
"Liu Che's mausoleum is full of stagnant bones, Ying Zhengzi's coffin is full of abalones!"
Li Shouyi landed in the parking lot in front of the Luming Hall.
The chanting and drumming in his ears gradually returned to nothingness.
The Emperor Molasses that fell from the sky disappeared because of this.
In the sky, there was only a heavy downpour that was falling.
Li Shouyi raised his head and looked at the sky that was completely devoid of strange phenomena.
He knew …
This time, the Federal Empire owed that person a huge favor!
This Emperor Molasses covered the entire imperial capital!
In the coming year, the number of transcendent being among the newborns in the imperial capital would increase!
Moreover, their talent would be very good!
In fact …
There were also many who would have extraordinary talent.
Even the current imperial capital would probably benefit greatly.
After tonight, all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures would probably appear everywhere in the imperial capital.
It would not be easy to return such a huge favor!
The most important thing was …
Li Shouyi knew that the Federal Empire would have more things to ask of him.
So …
He stopped at the entrance of the Luming Hall and did not take another step forward.
Even if he could vaguely feel that it was in the main hall of the Luming Hall in front of him.
The will of a god was returning!
… …
In the Luming Hall.
Chiba Michiko suddenly looked at the Polish Prince in the hall.
Her brows furrowed tightly.
Soon, everyone noticed Ludwig.
Because at this moment, the Polish Prince had become extremely strange.
He crawled on the ground and did not make a sound.
His entire body was curled up like a dog.
His four limbs touched the ground and his head was lowered.
If that was all, no one would care.
But the clothes on his body were tearing bit by bit.
Something seemed to be drilling out from the flesh and blood under his skin.
The silver moonlight shone from under his skin.
The entire hall was reflected in snow-white.
It was as if it was wrapped in frost.
"Your Highness..." a few of Ludwig\'s followers hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to take a look.
"Sinner!" Ludwig\'s lowered head suddenly let out a cold shout. He was emotionless like a machine as he coldly berated, "Don\'t blaspheme my sacred body!"
His limbs began to twist slowly.
Gradually, his limbs on both sides slowly coupled together.
The shining silver wheels appeared in front of them.
At the same time, Ludwig's entire body suddenly changed shape.
He actually turned into a war chariot surrounded by silver moonlight.
Hundreds of holy wings grew out from the war chariot. There was a faint hymn coming from the golden wings.
Countless eyes, golden eyes, grew out from the front, back, left, and right of the war chariot.
"Mortals!" Those countless eyes looked at everyone in the hall.
There was no emotion in the golden eyeballs.
"Kneel!" The war chariot rumbled, and the moonlight under the wheels surged with countless spiritual lights.
"Kneel in front of the holy Ahari!"
"Kneel to the supreme God!"
"Pray!"
"Lambs!"
"In front of you is..."
"The wheel of the Eternal Lord... The wheel of the moon..."
"The gatekeeper of Heaven!"
Hymns were faintly sung in the hundreds of golden wings.
"Our Father in Heaven... May all people honor your name as Holy..."
Latin, Polish, Fran, Francois …
All kinds of languages praised him together.
The awakened archangel, the wheel of the moon, the left eye of God.
It stood proudly in the air.
The two wheels rolled, the golden wings, and hymns.
.....
Dong... Dong... Dong...
In the cathedral of the Papal State, the bell on the bell tower suddenly rang without anyone.
The cardinals who were worshipping raised their heads and looked at the Pope who was preaching.
God\'s patriarch on earth.
The old Pope picked up the scripture in his hand.
He said devoutly and fanatically, "Praise! Lambs of the Lord! "
"Because the Lord\'s messenger, the guardian of the third day, the Lord\'s left eye and wheel, the messenger who dragged the moon, has descended!"
So, he drew the cross. "Lord! May your kingdom descend... May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven... "
"Amen!"
All the priests prayed, "May your kingdom descend... May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven... Amen!"
… …
The Church of Bone.
On the holy throne, the holy six-winged angel floated in the air.
His blurry holy appearance was hidden in the milky white holy light.
Behind him, the door of heaven seemed to be slowly opening.
Blazing white holy light and holy hymns faintly overflowed from it.
All the priests were already prostrating on the ground.
They began to pray.
"I know I am a sinner and need your forgiveness..."
In the midst of the prayer, the King of Angels raised his scepter.
In the scepter, holy light flowed like water.
He looked at a gem embedded in the scepter.
It was a gem from heaven.
The core of Ahari!
Through it, the King of Angels saw silver wheels soaring into the sky and golden wings spreading.
"Ahari... has awakened?" He thought.
But...
This didn\'t seem to be in the plan.
He shouldn\'t have woken up so quickly...
Because...
He hadn\'t gotten the core yet!
Without the core...
Without the core, it meant that if he fell.
Then, from his body, heresy would be born!
Thinking of heresy, the King of Angels suddenly felt uneasy.
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an looked at the people who were intoxicated by his music.
He suddenly remembered.
"I remember... I promised Michiko Chiba..."
"I seem to have wasted a lot of time here..."
"Let\'s go find Michiko!"
Thus, he disappeared like a phantom.
In the next instant, he appeared in a dazzling hall.
Looking forward, he saw a shiny silver chariot that was filled with the aura of futuristic sci-fi, but also extremely retro, floating in the middle of the hall.
One by one, golden eyes emerged from the car.
Inside the chariot, there seemed to be a mechanical voice speaking coldly.
"Mortal!"
"Kneel!"
"Kneel in front of the holy Ahari!"
"Kneel to the supreme God!"
"Pray!"
"Lambs!"
"In front of you is the wheel of the Eternal Lord, the wheel of the moon..."
"The gatekeeper of the Kingdom of Heaven!"
The wheels of the carriage rolled forward aggressively.
Ling Ping\ 'an frowned.
"Kneel?" He was puzzled. "Who are you asking to kneel?"
"Supreme?"
"Who approved you to use such a word?"
"Supreme..." the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. "This is a word that only I can use!"
He instinctively felt that using\ 'Supreme\' in front of him was like slapping his face!
It was even lying in front of everyone!
After all, there was an ant in the ant nest who said that he was very strong and invincible.
The ants were trembling with fear.
But if humans heard this, they would probably only laugh!
Can you break a single hair of mine?
Come, I\'ll compete with you with a fingernail!
That was how he felt now.
Thus, he narrowed his eyes.
"Hmm..." he looked at the floating chariot and suddenly laughed. "I was wondering what it was."
"So it\'s a pitiful worm..."
… …
The archangel, the wheel of the moon, Ahari, floated in the air.
The surging divine might was like a mountain or a prison, suppressing people so much that they couldn\'t raise their heads.
Everyone felt an inexplicable palpitation in their hearts. They couldn\'t help but have the urge to worship, kneel, and repent.
This was an impulse that came from instinct.
It was the trembling of facing a superior.
An impulse that was written in the genes and engraved in the soul.
At this moment, a sneer came from a corner.
"I thought it was something."
The man wearing a mask walked out of the shadows.
He casually commented and ridiculed, "So it\'s a pitiful worm!"
In front of the wheel of the moon, in front of the awakened archangel, the man was relaxed and under no pressure.
He treated this angel as if he was nothing!
"What did you say?!"
In the wheel, divine might surged!
Within the hundreds of wings, countless angry rebukes rolled out.
"Kneel!"
"Kneel!"
"Kneel!"
But the man didn\'t seem to hear it. He casually twisted his neck.
"I said..." he slowly walked forward and stretched out his hand.
It was the hand of an ordinary adult man that was as white as jade.
This hand was ordinary and had no power.
But when he stretched out his hand.
It covered the sky and the sun.
That majestic and insufferably arrogant Throne Angel, like a helpless firefly, was lightly held by this hand.
Yes!
In everyone\'s eyes, the man wearing a mask only gently stretched out his hand.
There was no change in that hand, nor was there any psionic power.
It was just a gentle grip, just like in the journey to the west, when Buddha opened his palm.
In everyone's eyes, the angel floating in the air was gently grabbed by this hand.
The originally majestic Throne Angel had become a small toy with wheels in his hands.
"I already said... you\'re a pitiful worm!" The man under the mask chuckled, "You still don\'t believe me!"
With a gentle fling of his hand, the silver chariot in his palm was thrown out and fell to the floor.
The chariot was smashed to pieces.
Golden parts scattered one by one.
Gears and rivets clattered as they rolled on the floor.
"What\'s going on?" People were shocked.
"The throne angel... is actually a pile of parts..."
"A machine?"
"A machine of the Cross religion!"
This fact made it difficult for people to calm down.
But thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be understandable.
In the legends of the Cross religion, the throne angel was originally material, not pure spiritual.
Most importantly … the way they addressed each other.
Throne angel.
God\'s wheel, God\'s eye.
This in itself implied their status.
They were tools, machines.
Just like the cars, planes, ships, surveillance, satellites that humans invented and created...
However, the man wearing the mask laughed.
He mockingly asked the scattered parts, "Hey! Now you know I\'m right, right? "
"You poor unlucky bastard!"
Everyone looked at the scattered parts on the ground.
These parts, under the people\'s gaze, slowly dissolved, turning into pools of silver jelly-like things.
Then, these things slowly wriggled and slowly pieced together.
Finally, a silver figure appeared in front of people.
He looked around blankly.
Then, he lowered his head and looked at his body.
A bull horn sprouted from his forehead.
A green beard sprouted from his chin.
His face slowly aged.
Then, he knelt down.
He knelt down towards the man wearing the mask.
"Son of the Storm... Guardian of the Moon and Time... Protector of all Ur..."
"Nana salutes you!"
"Thank you for freeing me from eternal slavery and imprisonment!"
"Nana!?" Li Gong seemed to have thought of something.
"Sumeer\'s Moon God, the God of Prophecy?"
"The son of the highest main god, the God of Storm, Enlil, the father of the Sun God, Utu, and Negar, the King of Hell?"
The silver-haired old man listened and was ashamed.
"That was a long time ago..."
"I didn\'t expect someone in the human world to remember me..."
As he said that, he smiled bitterly.
And everyone was inexplicably shocked!
How could the throne angel of the Cross religion, the Wheel of the Moon, Ahari, be the Moon God of Sumeer?
What was going on?
But...
In the hearts of people of a higher level like Li Gong.
They had a vague idea of what was going on.
"Mythical invasion..."
"Mythical cover..."
"Is this the truth?"
"The truth behind this is actually so cruel?!"
The defeated not only did not have their bones left.
They were also made into artifacts.
Just like the ancient human tribes, dealing with the defeated.
Making the defeated\'s body into a wine vessel.
Thus, eternal humiliation, slavery, and torture.
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