"We must get rid of them!"
"Only I am the spokesperson of God!"
Anke Pusuote was carrying out his own conspiracy in the heavenly temple, and the priests who belonged to Cetisius were also preaching against Anke Pusuote.
"Anke Pusuote should give the position of the high priest to Cetisius!"
"Yes, Cetisius is the real spokesperson of God!"
Anke Pusuote bought a highly toxic poison from a human merchant, bought a servant who followed Cetisius, and put the poison in Cetisius's leg of lamb. Even a priest or a wizard could not escape the law of life and death, and the same was true for Cetisius. This kind of poison was enough to kill him.
His meticulous plan evaded Cetisius's cautiousness and cautiousness, causing him to not notice it at all. However, because Cetisius copied the Holy Scripture too late, a desert lion that Cetisius imitated the God Randil raised and secretly ate it. The poison corroded the lion's body, turning it into a puddle of rotten liquid.
Disappointed and angry, Cetisius knew that if this continued, the heavenly temple would fall apart, and his wishes and ideals would never be realized. This was something that Cetisius could not accept. Finally, he launched a coup against Anke Pusuote. He had people take over the guards in the city of Pusuote, killed the leader of the temple guards, and launched a purge inside the temple.
In the middle of the night, fighting continued in the temple. The faint lights on the walls were accompanied by flashes of shadows and screams. Blood flowed in the cracks of the stone slabs, gathering into a gurgling stream of blood, which dyed the whole temple red.
"Cetisius, you arrogant false believer, you will be punished by God!" Amidst the intense killing, the priests and monks who had picked up their swords and weapons roared at Cetisius.
Cetisius led his people all the way into the depths of the temple. Along the way, many priests of the underworld, who had also learned divine incantations, fought with Cetisius's subordinates. However, under the cover of Cetisius's underworld, the divine incantations of several priests were blocked and eliminated.
They slaughtered their way to the main gate of the palace, and then continued to climb up the stairs. Above them was the place where the incarnations of the gods had once resided, the holy land of the Sky Shrine. Statues of the gods had been erected there.
Cetisius expressionlessly raised his hand and a ray of light shot out. A priest standing on top of the temple immediately fell down. He fell on the stairs and struggled for a long time. He roared angrily before dying. "You killed your own brothers and sisters. You will be judged in hell. You will be punished with the most severe punishment!"
At this point, the entire Divine Temple of Heaven was completely under Cetisius's control. The monk who had instigated and arranged to poison Cetisius, the priest who guarded the divine fire, was pushed to Cetisius along with several of his subordinates.
These people all looked at Cetisius with hatred and disapproval. In their eyes, Cetisius was just an idealistic person who only knew how to talk big and talk. He was a lunatic who would even sacrifice his life to achieve his goals. However, he was also old-fashioned and scrupulously abided by the so-called morals and standards of good and evil. He was a so-called guy who made people feel that he was out of place.
Most people could not abide by his strict standards, nor did they agree with his way of doing things and thinking.
"You are just a liar in the name of God!"
After saying this, his head was immediately cut off at the bottom of the stairs. The gate of the temple opened, and after passing through the tall stone pillars and crossing the white threshold, one could see that the copper oil lamps on the walls on both sides were all lit.
The light illuminated the entire temple, and Anke Pusuote was kneeling in the center of the temple, in front of the statue of God Randil. At this moment, the people who followed Cetisius into the temple were about to step forward, but Cetisius stopped them and waved his hand, telling them to leave.
When the dozen of them left, they even pulled the heavy stone door of the temple shut together. With a shrill sound of the door closing, the temple closed, as if isolated from the outside world. Only Cetisius and Anker were left inside.
Cetisius walked forward on the stone slabs, and his footsteps sounded particularly loud in the silence. Cetisius walked to Anke's side and looked at the tall statue, as if he could feel that God was watching them.
"Anke Pusuote, are you ashamed of yourself?"
Anke Pusuote put down his hands and opened his eyes. "Why should I be ashamed? I am the high priest appointed by the gods. I am the spokesperson of the gods. I am also the apostle who once guarded the gods and followed the gods. I am the first follower of the gods. I am the one who should be respected and recognized the most."
"I have used all my efforts in exchange for all this, in exchange for the recognition and attention of God. Why? What right do you have to take it away from me?"
In Anke Pusuote's view, all this was what he deserved, and Cetisius was the one who took everything away from him. He could not accept this kind of failure. The feeling of losing everything made him feel at a loss.
Cetisius looked at Anke Pusuote's ferocious face. His facial muscles trembled, and his eyes became deep and red. Cetisius suddenly became very disappointed. "I was wrong. I thought you were a devout believer, like me!"
"You're just a merchant. In your eyes, there's only exchange and profit, only giving and receiving. As for faith and God, it's about giving and not asking for anything in return. You're not on the same path as me. You won't fight for faith and salvation!"
"You may be a good businessman, but you are not a qualified high priest and lord. Anke Pusuote, we are all different. We are no longer small businessmen and humble slaves. We have everything, the whole of Pusuote, and we will have more in the future. You are still pursuing those ridiculous things. You have become a saint standing at the feet of God, but you are still like a mouse on the ground, short-sighted and ridiculous!"
Anke Pusuote did not wait for Cetisius to finish and roared angrily, "Do you think everyone has to be like you? Why do we have to be like you? Are you Cetisius a god? "
Cetisius said, "I am the successor of God's will!"
"Ha ha ha ha, you, you are really …"
Anke Pusuote laughed, but at this moment, blood was constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth. He fell to the ground and kept moving on the ground, then leaned on the side.
Cetisius did not expect this. Looking at Anke Pusuote leaning against the foot of the statue of God, blood was constantly flowing from his mouth. Cetisius did not expect this. Anke Pusuote was the representative of God, so Cetisius was not qualified to kill him. In the end, he could only put him under house arrest. However, he did not expect that Anke Pusuote would make such a choice.
Anke Pusuote looked at Cetisius with a sneer and said, "I … I will not accept your judgment and pity. I am the high priest, and only the gods can judge me. You … You are not qualified to do so!"
After saying this, Anke Pusuote tilted his head and died. Cetisius stood there for a long time. Suddenly, he felt that his ideals and path were far more difficult than he had imagined. Disrecognition, death, killing, and betrayal would accompany him for the rest of his life. Anke Pusuote was just the first test and difficulty of his life.
In the inner square of the Temple of Sky, a large number of corpses were gathered together and gradually put into gorgeous coffins. Anke Pusuote, in particular, would still be buried as the first high priest of the Temple of Sky. Everything that had happened this time would not be mentioned in history and records.
After this civil strife, there were only five underworld priests left. Cetisius and several underworld priests, along with a large number of priests and monks of the Temple of Sky, were silently chanting prayers.
The bonfire was flickering, and the scriptures in the Book of the Dead were constantly coming out of their mouths. The scene was so strange that it made people feel a little creepy and panicked.
In a place invisible to the naked eye, the consciousnesses of the dead priests in the temple separated from their dead bodies. Most of the consciousnesses of ordinary humans dissipated at the moment of death, but the consciousnesses of these Underworld Priests remained firmly here.
After the consciousness of the underworld priests left their bodies, they spun around the bonfire and jumped. Under the guidance of the Book of the Dead, they sensed the place of death deep underground and the underworld. One by one, they passed through a mysterious passage and left the world of the living.
One by one, the scattered consciousness penetrated the underworld and integrated into the sun of the underworld. Then, under the projection of the sun of the underworld, figures wearing black robes and holding sickles appeared on the land of the underworld.
As these Underworld Priests fused into the Underworld, the entire land of the Underworld became a bit wider and more solid. In the center of the Underworld, a shrine that belonged to the Grim Reaper appeared. The throne on it was still empty, and these priests who had transformed into Underworld Envoys entered the shrine.
After Anke Pusuote's consciousness merged with the Sun of the Underworld, he immediately saw that in the distance of the vast underworld, at the end of the Styx River, there was a huge underworld gate rising from the ground, and Anke Pusuote had transformed into a huge monster, whose lower body was a sheep and upper body was a human.
His huge body, which was ten meters high, his hideous fangs, and his long hair were frightening. He held a huge black fork in his hand, guarding the gate of the underworld.
Many years later, he was known as the guardian of the gate of the underworld, the soul-eating goat devil, Heim. He guarded the entrance and exit gate of the underworld to prevent people from breaking in or escaping without permission. He liked to devour souls, liked order, and didn't like chaos. Therefore, when entering the underworld and passing through the gate of the underworld, one must line up neatly. Otherwise, the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, would pick up its giant fork, pick you up as a snack, and swallow your soul.
It was said that he was extremely greedy for money. As long as he accepted a bribe, he might let you pass through the gate of the underworld. He was proud and arrogant, and he did not allow anyone to speak ill of him. This was also his weakness.
With the integration of the first batch of underworld priests, the underworld finally began to operate. The strengthening of the sun of the underworld and the expansion of the underworld immediately made the powerful ghosts, who had escaped from the original rules of the world, feel a strong attraction.
These ghosts finally felt the call and attraction of the world of death. Some of the weaker ghosts could not resist the attraction of the underworld, so they left the world and arrived at the entrance of the underworld.
These confused and muddle-headed ghosts had no memory, only some instincts left, but they could still feel the danger here. They looked up and saw the towering gates of the underworld, and the huge soul-eating goat devil, Heim, standing on the black steps.
"Line up, or die!"
The cruel and greedy voice of the soul-eating goat devil echoed in the underworld.
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