The central area – the main plane.
The Azeroth Holy Empire was a country within a country of the Central Empire, and also the core area of the Fehra Church.
Every year, tens of thousands of pilgrims from all over the world would kneel and make a pilgrimage here. The churches here were all over the country, and the priests of the Fehra Church walked around in white robes, spreading and preaching the glory and doctrine of God. Even the farmers here had a deeper understanding of the doctrine of God.
At this moment, at the border of the Azeroth Empire, at the edge of a farm, a young man in white clothes walked through the door of a small white church.
The white clothes on his body were already a little dusty, and the edges of the clothes could be faintly seen with patches.
The young man's face was yellow and thin, but his hair was still neatly combed.
He walked to the front of the church and bowed slightly to the priest guarding the door. He entered the church and sat on the bench with the other people who came to worship.
He lowered his head and chanted softly along with the singing of the choir above.
New people came in one after another, and in addition to the more than ten people who came in before, none of them were as devout as him.
The priest stood at the door and looked at him gently, revealing a kind and gentle smile.
He knew this man, his name was Mousse, and he had lived in the nearby town for more than ten years. He was originally a homeless man, but he found a new home here, established his own family, and had his own children.
Most importantly, Mousse's devotion to Fehra was unmatched by anyone here. For more than ten years, it was like a day, every day was uninterrupted, and he also developed the surrounding neighbors and his own family to believe in Fehra together. He also had a very deep understanding of the doctrine of God, unlike those ordinary believers who were shallow.
"Maybe it's time to give him more responsibilities …" The priest thought to himself. He was about to be transferred to a bigger parish due to his merits, and he had to find a new person to take over. Ever since the big incident in the central city of Starfall, the elite priests and clerics were all transferred to more important areas in the central city, and the areas where there were not many supernatural forces naturally had less security.
Other than being pious, Mousse had once been a mercenary and a bard. He knew a little magic and his mental strength might be good. According to his pious level, he might be able to easily become a Level 1 Priest after changing his profession.
Thinking of this, the priest took the initiative to walk to Mousse's side and gently patted him on the shoulder.
"Mousse … What I asked you to consider last time, have you thought about it?" The priest asked kindly. He was old enough to be her father, so it was normal for him to use such a tone.
Mu Si quickly lowered his head in fear and trepidation.
"Master Jakafei, can I really take on the role of a missionary here? As a priest, a true priest, I feel that I'm still lacking in many ways! "
"No, no, no …" The priest smiled. "Fehra has seen your ability, your piety, and your focus. Every living being who gives their heart and believes in Fehra will receive light and warmth in return. And this is your reward for persevering for so long. Furthermore, there are more people who need you to save and help them. "
Mu Si lowered his head and softly recited Fehra's teachings.
"I understand. But can a failure like me really bear such a heavy responsibility?" He was still not confident in himself.
"Don't worry. With your abilities, you'll definitely be able to do better …" The priest patted him generously.
Mu Si lowered his head, a black line flashed across his white eyes.
*****
Great Snow Mountain of Achurian
In a certain layer of the Abyss, in the center of the tongue of flames filled with magma, there was the tallest and strangest snowy mountain.
In an Abyss layer filled with magma, flames, and poisonous smoke, there was actually a huge and powerful snowy mountain in the center area, releasing an unparalleled chill for countless years.
The chill here condensed into a dark blue triangular icicle, slowly rotating clockwise over the top of the mountain.
At this time, on the edge of the snowy mountain, a tall man in black armor was standing. He had long hair, half golden and half silver, which was very strange.
He wore a bat-like badge on his chest.
The most strange thing was that his feet were not grounded, but suspended in the air. Below his feet, there were flickering fluorescent lines like black circuits.
"Gerdmos, it's up to you." A faint voice came from the void behind the man.
"How's the gathering of power?" The man in black armor said lightly.
"There are already 123 recorded Dragons of Disaster who have agreed to come and help. Together with the chaotic creatures, as long as we are responsible for opening the passage, it will naturally trigger a conflict between the Abyss and the Light World." The voice replied.
"Then let's get started." Gerdmos nodded, stretched out his finger, and gently tapped the air in front of him. A string of black pearl-like light spots suddenly flew out from his fingertips and went straight into the sky.
Poof!
After a dull explosion, the black pearls exploded one after another like fireworks. The black halo of fireworks slowly blew out a black vortex hole in the air.
Hehehe …
There was a strange laughter in the air. A large amount of surrounding flames and poisonous smoke were madly sucked toward the black hole as if they were being sucked into the vortex at the bottom of the sea, and then a large amount of them were absorbed into it.
Countless flame creatures and demons of the Abyss flapped their wings and flew up, like a large group of insects. Red and black, they all swarmed toward the big hole.
"Fresh flesh and blood, flesh and blood! Hahaha!! " Some simple-minded flame trolls roared, their bodies covered in lava-like sweat, flapping their flame wings and flying toward the black hole.
"It's the smell of the creatures of the Light World! Kill!! Kill them all! " The strong Two-headed Red Flame Giants stepped with heavy steps, curling their bodies with magma flowing all over into lava balls, and flew toward the sky.
One by one, the densely packed meteors rushed into the black hole of the Light World.
They and the flame trolls were the most numerous groups.
Below, Gerdmos looked up at the countless black-red meteors flying into the black hole that he opened from all directions, and a slight smile appeared on his face.
"We have to be quick, we must not let Fehra notice our actions."
"Of course, all the Dragons of Disaster are in place. As long as you give the order, we will all rush into the Light World," the voice in the void said in a low voice.
Gerdmos smiled faintly, just like the most ordinary young man.
"Then … let the slaughter officially begin …"
He leaped forward, and his whole body exploded, turning into countless red flames. After a large number of flames exploded, his original huge body was revealed.
It was a gigantic red dragon.
It had the same three horns, and the middle of the horns was filled with red flames.
His body was hundreds of meters long, and with a flap of his wings, all the material snow and other demons around him were blown askew by the huge airflow.
The most eye-catching thing was the three red balls of light that were flying around his body. They were like little fairies that were automatically flying around him.
Whoosh!
After a gust of wind, Gerdmos disappeared in an instant, and the black hole in the air correspondingly showed circles of obvious ripples, as if something huge fell in an instant.
Not long after he entered the black hole.
The red sky around the black hole gathered, and suddenly a large group of dragons of various colors flew in from a distance.
Among them were the huge black dragons, red dragons, and also the Small Yi purple dragons, blue dragons, and white dragons. There were also some yellow-brown poisonous dragons and green dragons, and even the three-headed chimera appeared here.
But no matter which dragon it was, their bodies were filled with the same aura.
That was a faint black gas.
Among the large group of dragons, the weakest one emitted Level Ten power fluctuations.
Garon's White Dragon incarnation was also among them. The poisonous snake on his back was unusually conspicuous, flapping its wings and flying in the sky. He stared intently at the black hole in the sky.
"The demons that went previously will attract most of the attention for us. The Light World will at most think that it's just a simple invasion of the Abyss, and the forces sent to suppress it will not be too great. As long as we are fast enough, we can quickly reach the various locations and complete the assigned tasks." The leader of the Dragons of Disaster was a Dragon of Disaster from the Water Elemental Plane. Her name was Jane, and her nickname was the Wrath of the Ocean.
This time, the task was assigned by Gerdmos, one of the three Monarchs. As long as they could complete it, they would get a trace of true divinity in the God's Stone. A God's Stone contained a lot of divinity. True divinity referred to divinity that had been broken down and analyzed. Although there may not be much content, it had a very important role in guidance. As long as they could get a trace, it would also be helpful for Garon to understand the Pearl of the Temple that he got from the Longevity Mountain. What he needed was the method of analyzing divinity.
The other Dragons of Disaster obviously thought so too.
Jane whispered.
"There are thirteen peaks in the World of Light, and there are thirteen cities on each peak. They are all made of lamps and glass, and the polis there are very hard and sharp. Different from the Main Material Plane, they also use powerful special crystals to make defensive and offensive arrays. Everyone, please be careful. We can ignore most of the ranks of the people of the Light. The only thing we need to pay attention to is the Guardians of Light. Each of the Guardians of Light has at least Level Nine strength. They are the ultimate group of powerhouses among the people of the Light. "
"We are responsible for dealing with all the Guardians of Light in the Eleventh City of the Eighth Peak. Anyway, we just kill anyone we see," Jane said simply.
"There are four of us in total, and all of us are above Level Twelve. It's not difficult to deal with a mere Eleventh City," an arrogant Blue Dragon said disdainfully. He was a Blue Dragon with the legendary blood of the Holy Dragon. Rumor had it that when the Blue Dragons were at their strongest, their ancestors were called the Holy Dragons. They had terrifying strength and talent that far surpassed other dragons. They were born with an aura of fear that suppressed all other dragons. At the same time, they were born immune to all spells and lived in the cold crystal peaks. Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years had passed and their bloodline had declined.
"Don't be careless. The Light King can teleport to any peak at any time through the speed of light. Once he appears, we must retreat immediately," Jane reminded.
"Don't worry. With me around, leaving won't be a problem. " The Purple Dragon in the team said confidently, "I have specialized in spatial spells for hundreds of years. I'm still confident in this aspect."
"Then I'll leave it to you."
Garen followed behind without saying a word. He just flew silently. This time, he only needed to obtain a trace of Divinity. The remaining biggest problem was how to ensure his own safety, so that he could obtain the greatest benefits while protecting himself.
The Light World, the plane where the people of the Light lived, was famous for producing gems and crystals. It was not his style to return empty-handed.
The black hole in front of them was getting closer and closer. Soon, the four giant dragons rushed in with the dragons all around them.
In a cloud of black fog, Garon could only feel countless cold air lingering around him. This cold air was different from the cold that he was familiar with. It was a kind of poisonous cold air with paralysis.
The darkness did not last long. As the dragons kept flapping their wings, a little white light lit up in front of them.
With a boom, Garon felt as if he had hit a transparent barrier. He broke through it violently and went in.
Suddenly, it was clear in front of him, and white light shone.
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