"That's not surprising …"
There was a natural difference between royal power and divine power.
It was normal for the Medici family not to bet everything on one god, or rather, it was the instinct of a ruler.
As for why they didn't believe in the Church of Spirits, Church of Fate, or other new gods, but instead worshipped the dead old gods?
"Most of the new gods ignore the world and rarely respond to prayers … Although the old gods are bloodthirsty and crazy, as long as the sacrificial items are bloody enough, or can attract attention, the chances of them responding are still very high …
"As for the old gods' abdication, or even death …
"Who said that the dead old gods can't respond to prayers? … To a certain extent, they have completely become a symbol and authority of a certain aspect. Unless a new similar god is born, they can't be considered completely dead … Sometimes, they will instinctively respond to the prayers of their believers … "
Chung Shen-soo pressed his hands on the black iron door, and with the protection of the Nine Clears Celestial Light, he pushed the iron door open.
Whoosh!
Terrifying flames that could burn the soul instantly spread all over his body, and the Nine Clears Celestial Light let out a sad cry.
But when the flames burned out, only a thin layer of light was left.
Chung Shen-soo smiled and walked into the warehouse behind the door.
He could see the end of the warehouse at a glance. It was probably a small warehouse in the palace, but the collection was rich enough.
In the void, there were threads of fiery red threads that formed a seal together, wrapping several cursed items in layers.
They were not the ordinary cursed items that were circulated in the market outside. Most of them were equivalent to the Fifth Sequence and above, and each of them could greatly increase the combat power of an Extraordinary.
Apart from that, there were also mysticism notes on the shelves, which recorded a large number of Extraordinary job inheritances.
There were even corresponding raw materials for secret medicine and items needed for rituals …
Just a small warehouse was enough to create a huge Beyonder family.
"Not bad …"
Chung Shen-soo took out a lighter and wiped it slightly, and a big spirit world dog with burning fur jumped out.
"Honorable Master, Mormond is at your service at any time!"
"Take these things and take good care of them!"
Chung Shen-soo ordered.
He walked out of the small warehouse and looked up at the sky. Suddenly, he felt an extremely strong palpitation.
"Not good!"
He subconsciously activated the Nine Clears Celestial Light to protect himself, placing the Immortal Slaying Flying Sword in front of him.
Soon after, a corner of the sky seemed to shatter.
In the battlefield of the Undead Immortals, a patch of Pale White fell from the sky and landed in a corner of the palace.
There was no sound, no fluctuation …
That area was instantly erased as if it had never existed in the first place.
The palace maids, soldiers, Beyonders, Guardians, nobles … All of them disappeared.
Formless ripples spread out, causing the Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword to feel as if it had suffered a heavy blow, and the Nine Clears Celestial Light shattered.
Chung Shen-soo took a few steps back, and his Yuan Shen was injured to a certain extent.
The Immortal Slaying Gourd whimpered and shrank back into his arms like a wounded and pitiful puppy.
"It's the battlefield of the Undead Immortals. The two Undead Immortals purposely did not control the power of their spells and even released it directly at the palace …"
Chung Shen-soo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He knew it was time to leave.
Otherwise, if that attack had landed on his head, even he wasn't confident that he could survive!
At the very least, he had to die!
He put away Mormond, turned into a stream of light, and directly rushed into the sky.
Halfway through, the dark green light formed by the second Yuan Shen also flew over and was put into his sleeve.
"This city is becoming more and more dangerous …"
"During the battle of the Undead Immortals, even Macklin might not be able to protect everyone …"
"And once I'm affected by the spilt attacks, even I will die …"
In the blink of an eye, Chung Shen-soo flew out of the city center.
The Western Beyonders did not try to stop an Eastern cultivator like him who only wanted to escape and did not cause any destruction.
This was because there were too many Eastern cultivators to deal with!
…
After many hardships, Chris finally arrived at the Mojito Family's mansion according to the oracle.
But just a block away, he saw a sword light falling from the sky. It seemed that a sword cultivator was fighting with a Beyonder.
One of the sword lights was deflected by several degrees and landed on top of the mansion.
"No!"
Under Chris's horrified and sorrowful gaze, the mansion was completely shattered and turned into the finest dust by the countless sword energy storms, drifting away with the wind.
His expression became dull and muddled.
This was not only because his good friend might die, but also because this was an oracle from the Lord of Shen-soo!
"It seems that the Lord did not give me an oracle to say that this place is safe, but that there are friends here who need my help?"
"Chris, because you were too slow, Mr. Li Wei and the others died …"
Chris rubbed his face, wiping away his tears.
The dead were dead, and the living had to continue to endure everything in purgatory.
He aimlessly followed the crowd, rushing through streets after streets. His vision suddenly widened, and he was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.
A tide of people!
The densely packed crowd continued to flee to the west, forming a terrifying wave of refugees.
And in this wave of refugees, a convoy was more conspicuous.
Although they had torn off their family insignia and did not unfurl their flags, there were a large number of armored knights guarding them, which was obviously extraordinary.
Needless to say, Chris was very familiar with the royal family's carriages, and even recognized the ownership of one of the carriages.
"It belongs to Prince Emel … Is the prince preparing to … the steam locomotive station? Or directly flee the city from the west? "
"Why isn't he teleporting? Could it be that the eastern cultivators have already banned this practice? "
Chris first subconsciously used his knowledge of mysticism to analyze the situation, and then his eyes widened.
"No … He … How can he be a deserter?"
He did not forget how Prince Emel encouraged them to participate in the war, and how he appeared so confident.
And now, as the first in line to the throne, when the capital was in a bitter battle, Prince Emel was actually fleeing?
"No … I will not allow it!"
Chris clenched his fist and suddenly shouted, "Stop that carriage, Prince Emel is inside!"
The crowd of refugees was shocked, and then subconsciously surrounded the carriage. They angrily pushed the guards in front, wanting Prince Emel to give an explanation.
Or take responsibility for the defeat!
"Emel, the refugees are blocking the road … What should we do?"
In the carriage, a noblewoman hugged her two daughters and asked with an uneasy expression.
"Damn it, we can't appear, or the refugees will explode. The guards will try to disperse them. This situation is suitable for Uncle Janason's powers, but it's not suitable for him to appear …"
At this moment, if a high-level Beyonder wanted to escape, it was best not to use his Beyonder powers, or else they would be easily discovered and pursued by cultivators.
Emel's expression suddenly turned gloomy. "Damn it, pass down the order, these lowly people need the fear of death …"
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