When Amon Shang Lei became a god, Dumz thought that he could not withstand a single blow and wanted to capture him directly and send him to the Underworld to exchange for his sister Peloponnus. But Bright Moon Night had suffered a loss from Amon and knew how powerful he was.
She reminded Dumz to make a backup plan. If he was no match, he would deliberately escape and lead Amon here. There was a very clever trap laid between the cliffs of this huge mountain range.
The core of this trap was only a small magic circle. If it was not touched, there was almost no abnormality. It required a very powerful magic to detonate in an instant, and then the entire mountain wall would collapse. This magic circle also had another function, which was to instantly connect the power generated by the collapsing mountain wall into one. Even a god who had transcended eternal life would probably end up badly if he was caught off guard. After Amon captured Bright Moon Night alive, he released the seriously injured Bright Moon Night and took Dumz to the Underworld to exchange for Peloponnus. But this trap was still there, untouched, as if it had been forgotten.
Bright Moon Night, who made the trap, did not expect that one day Amon would use it against Enril.
The landslide itself could not hurt a god like Enril, who had the achievement of the Creator. Even if a mountain collapsed and buried him, Enril could turn into a green smoke and come out unscathed.
But Bright Moon Night set up this trap in order to deal with a powerful existence like a god. Its main function was not to use the falling rocks to hurt people, but to connect the power of the landslide into a powerful energy shock, binding and attacking the opponent who fell into the trap.
Enril saw the opportunity very quickly. The whip shadow had already whipped the collapsed mountain wall into powder, forming an independent moving space. But the powerful impact of the condensed force actually forcibly collapsed this divine space. The shock wave that could almost smash everything into powder directly hit the whip that was wrapped around Enlil's body in a spiral shape, and even the sky seemed to tremble with an echo.
Enril fell into the trap, but where was Amon? When the cliff collapsed, where was the safest place? Of course, in the half of the mountain that had not collapsed. It was like hiding under a roof when it was raining. Amon held the Eye of Sealing in his hand and turned it into a sharp drill, drilling directly into the depths of the mountain.
After the landslide, his figure appeared again in the newly formed precipice, and he swung his sword towards the chaotic world where Enril was. It was still a powerful sealing force. Amon was afraid that the trap set by Bright Moon Night was not effective enough, so he added more force and compressed all the energy shock of the landslide together and blasted it towards Enril.
When Amon swung his sword, the countless falling boulders and the huge mountain stopped in the air for a moment, as if the power of the collapse had been sucked out and shifted, and then continued to collapse. Amon only swung his sword once, but this time he used his strongest power, and then his figure turned into a golden light shooting straight towards the sky, not even looking at Enril who had fallen into the trap.
A gray vortex appeared in the sky, and black lightning struck out from the vortex, hitting Amon's body in a way that could not be blocked or avoided. Amon's figure was wrapped in a faint golden light, and he staggered into the eternal void, disappearing from the human world.
As soon as Amon escaped, there was a loud crack, and countless whip shadows lashed out from the smoke and dust, forcibly breaking the trap and the sealing force that Amon had applied. The mountain wall not far away was hit by this energy, and a large part of it collapsed. Countless boulders flew in all directions, and Enril's figure was revealed again.
He looked very miserable, his hair disheveled, and his leather robe was torn in several places. The long whip had been destroyed, and the long whip had been broken into countless pieces and scattered along with the rubble at the foot of the mountain. There was only a bare whip in his hand. Enril was indeed astonishingly powerful. He destroyed this magical weapon that had been refined into one with his body and body, and forcibly broke through the restraints of the trap and escaped.
However, as soon as his figure appeared, and the dust that pervaded the plateau had not yet dispersed, suddenly an aura more terrifying than the landslide firmly locked onto him. At this moment, Enril's feeling was much more horrifying than when Amon suddenly encountered him. At this moment, he was at his weakest, and the strength of the person who came was much stronger than him. It was his arch-enemy, Marduc.
Marduc's burly and muscular figure was already standing high in the sky, and he said coldly, "Enril, to think that you would have such a day!"
When he spoke, he did not give Enril the slightest chance to breathe, and he waved a long sword in his hand and fiercely chopped down, accompanied by the omnipresent roar of power in all directions. The sword in Marduc's hand was only slightly more than four feet long, and the shining blade had snow-like patterns on it. The color was actually dark and snow-white, and the sharp blade also had subtle wave-like patterns that could not be seen with the naked eye.
The sword slashed down from the sky and turned into a ray of light that was hundreds of feet long, and the crisscrossing light and darkness brought with it an extremely violent shock, cutting the space into countless fragments, and the buzzing sound even shattered the falling gravel in the distance into flying mist.
Faust was presiding over a ceremony in the shrine, representing the Giant Legion to offer sacrifices to Enril, calling upon the gods to bestow power upon them, so that this elite legion that had once struck terror into the hearts of their enemies would be filled with fighting spirit again. The main generals of the legion and the governor of the city, Lohuard, were all kneeling in front of the statue. Faust held a staff in his hand and recited a hymn. The atmosphere in the hall was mysterious and solemn.
In the perception of this peak ninth-level supreme mage, the statue of Enril on the altar was not just a cold stone, but like a living and incredible god standing there.
It was precisely because of this that Faust wanted to avoid such occasions. However, with his identity, he had no choice but to be around all day long, presiding over these ceremonies under the gaze of the god. There was a kind of anxiety in his heart that ordinary people could not understand. However, an abnormal situation occurred today. Faust who was reciting the hymn heard a strange sound in his soul, as if something had shattered, and the source of the sound was the majestic statue of Enril on the altar.
The statue was still the statue of Enril, and there seemed to be no change to the naked eye. However, the invisible perception attached to its body had shattered at this moment, as if a living life had instantly turned into a cold, human-shaped boulder.
Faust's prayer was actually interrupted at this moment. This was a situation that had never happened before. If it was an ordinary priest who had made such a mistake, he would definitely have been reprimanded and punished. But of course, the crowd did not dare to reprimand or question the Sage Imperial Advisor. They also felt that something was wrong, but could not pinpoint what was wrong. One by one, they quietly raised their gazes. Some looked at Faust with puzzled eyes, while others looked at the statue in the center of the hall with puzzled and perplexed eyes.
Faust's face was pale as if he was sick, and flushed as if he was drunk. When he came back to his senses, he immediately returned to his normal demeanor. He lightly coughed twice, as if reminding everyone to maintain etiquette. With a solemn tone, he continued to recite the hymn to the god. That deep and extremely infectious voice once again reverberated in the hall, and the ceremony continued.
The God of Flames, Kibir, and the God of Ashes, Nugus, had been left hundreds of miles behind by Amon, but they were still in hot pursuit along the distant mountains. Suddenly, they heard an earth-shattering sound coming from the horizon. Even from so far away, they could feel the terrifying aura. The distant whistling seemed to pierce directly into their souls.
It was the power of Marduc's demonic blade. Although it was not aimed at them, the aura still made them tremble. The thick smoke and flames paused in the air, and then something in their souls disappeared.
It was an imprint of an oath, which had existed in their souls many years ago when they accepted the guidance of Enril to join the Anunnaki divine clan. As long as Enril was still alive, they would carry out the various tasks of the divine clan. This was both a kind of restraint and a natural sense of mission in the oath. But at this moment, there was suddenly an indescribable change, as if they had returned to how they were before they joined the divine clan.
What happened? Could it be that Enril had fallen? How could this be possible!
In a faraway place, the Dark Wolf God Mingyue Ye had been quietly healing his injuries on an isolated island with beautiful scenery outside the estuary of the Euphrate River and the Lis River. He had attempted to assassinate Amon twice but failed, and both times he escaped with injuries, not only because Amon had injured him, but also because the excessive use of that violent power had brought great damage to his body.
Especially the first time he had not fully recovered, and the second time he had followed Dumz to plot against Amon. As a result, he was beaten so badly that he could barely get up, and there was not a single part of his body that was not marked with pain. For a long time, he had lost the strength to continue fighting, and temporarily became a cripple among the divine emissaries.
In this case, if he did not wait for his injuries to heal and forcibly used that violent power again, it might leave permanent irrecoverable damage, so he had to find a place far away from the conflict to quietly heal. And Amon had an agreement with him: "I can let you go without killing you, and I can even give you a chance to free yourself from your mission. But you have to promise me one thing: when you feel that you have fully recovered, you can come to me for a public duel. Don't do any ambushes or assassinations. "
Come when you are confident, and in the meantime, you are not allowed to hurt my disciples or the people of Taleng. "
So Bright Moon Night came to this isolated island far away from the mainland, and spent a few years recuperating and recovering, and now he was just about to recover.
On this day, when he was about to leave the island and fly to the continent, there was a sudden sound of something breaking in his soul, and a brand disappeared.
This brand came from a soul contract, and he was different from the other divine emissaries under Enril. Not only did he receive the guidance of Enril to obtain the power of origin, but he was also equivalent to Enril's' summoned beast '.
As one of the two main gods of the Anunnaki divine clan, Enril had the achievement of the Creator, and his mastery of various human magic had naturally reached the pinnacle. He himself was also a far more brilliant summoning magic master than Silvia. His guidance to Bright Moon Night was different from that to the other divine emissaries. He focused on teaching him how to cultivate and control that violent power, so that it merged with the body and mind, like the soul of a beast lurking in the human body. Enril also signed a soul contract with Bright Moon Night, making him the most dangerous assassin on the continent under his command.
This soul contract was the brand that merged with the body and mind, and now that the brand had suddenly disappeared, it could only mean one of three things: either Enril had voluntarily given up the contract, or Bright Moon Night had become strong enough to break through the shackles of the brand, or the god Enril had fallen.
The Dark Wolf God Bright Moon Night looked at the coastline in a daze. He naturally sensed that it was the third situation, but how was this possible? Bright Moon Night seemed to be free, but he felt a sense of loss and trance in his soul.
Syah of the Hittite Kingdom, High Priest Walter hurried to the backyard of the shrine, to the quiet courtyard where his teacher Goliath lived. For some reason, the usually calm supreme mage forgot his proper etiquette and almost trotted all the way into the courtyard. He stopped outside the door and said: "Teacher Goliath, I have something important to tell you!" The door opened silently, obviously to let him in by himself. But Goliath did not speak. Warret stepped quickly over the threshold and into the house, but he was stunned. The old man who was revered by the whole nation,
Who was like a god in the hearts of the people, was silently kneeling on the ground, looking at an empty wall in the room, his shoulders trembling slightly, and his eyes closed, but tears were streaming down his face.
Walter never dreamed that Goliath would cry, and cry so silently and sorrowfully. He did not dare to disturb his teacher, so he silently knelt beside him, waiting for Goliath to stop crying.
This is the private reception room outside Goliath's bedroom, and the location is the backyard of the shrine of Enril. According to the convention, for a priest like him, this wall should have reliefs or paintings of the gods. "
Otherwise, it would be against the rules of shrine architecture. But in Goliath's reception room, there was only an empty wall, nothing on it. In the whole kingdom, only the old man had enough authority to decorate the room in the shrine according to his own will.
When the priests of the Hittite Kingdom discussed this matter in private, not only did they not dare to accuse Goliath of being disrespectful to the gods, but in public, they would praise this supreme mage who had great virtue. They all said that the glory of the gods and the glory of Goliath had merged into one, and that the old man had reached a state where he did not need to rely on any external form to express himself. Although it could be said so, no other priest dared to imitate Goliath, because they were not Goliath.
After a long time, Goliath finally stopped crying, took out a piece of soft white cotton from his sleeve and wiped his cheeks, his expression returning to calmness. He stood up and sat down at the table, saying: "Walter, you don't have to be so alarmed, I already know what happened."
The change in the statue of Enril did not only happen in the shrine of Enril, but also in all the shrines dedicated to the statue of Enril on the continent. Since Faust was aware of it, how could Goliath, who was in Syah, not feel it?
Walter's eyes were full of confusion: "Teacher, you already know? I'm not surprised, but how did this happen? It's too shocking! "
Goliath sighed and replied indifferently: "Ten years ago, when the great flood destroyed the town of Duc and almost engulfed Syah, I was wondering if this day would come. But I didn't expect it to come so soon! Since the surviving youth of Duc can become a god, then why can't the god who destroyed Duc fall? "Walter quietly asked through message magic:" Respected teacher, I understand your beliefs very well. "
Your body shines with the light of divinity. In that great flood, the real god was you, not Enril. And now why are you crying for the fall of Enril? "
Goliath looked at him and replied: "Do you know why I sent Raphael to the Plains of Duc and kept you by my side? You and Raphael are different in origin, and you act more steadily than him, but you are also more confused than him. My tears are like the flood of that year, for my old friend Nietzsche, and also for the fall of the god.
Enril's fate does not make me sad, but the fall of the god makes me mourn. Well, thinking of the days when you followed me, the faith that we guarded with half of our lives, the hope that millions of people guarded, Enril symbolized all this, and will even continue to symbolize all this. His fall is enough to become the world's deep sorrow, and I am also crying for fate. The suffering that has already erupted in the continent will not stop because of this. "
The confusion in Walter's eyes deepened: "Respected teacher, from what you mean, you already know why Enril fell, did Amun cut him down?" Goliath nodded, then shook his head gently and said, "Yes, it was because of Amon, but not because of Amon." Amun's appearance heralded the fall of Enril. But I know very well that Amun is not that powerful, at least not yet. The fall of Enril is, in a sense, the same as the fall of Emperor Sinnach.
Sinnach conquered the Kingdom of Bablon, but it disappeared because of an arrow from Gilgamesh.
The kingdom that believed in Enril forced the kingdom that believed in Marduc to retreat, and the majesty of the god Enril seemed to be about to reach its zenith, but in the end because of his fall, everything became meaningless. The one who can cut him down and cut him down must be Marduc. "
Walter finally showed a look of understanding, "So that's how it is! It was Marduc who cut down Enril, so will the god that Assyria and Hittite believe in change? "
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