Under the gloomy sky.
The Dark Dungeon's Emperor Bo Qike had arrived at a new country.
This was a small Beastmen country. The strongest powerhouse suppressed here was only a Legend. However, their powerhouse had gone to the frontlines to participate in the war, and was even guarding the watchtower. He had just died in his hands.
"What pitiful creatures!" He smiled.
Whoosh!
He waved his hand, and strange birds gathered in the sky above the town, forming a black wave.
"Kill! Leave no one alive! "
His grave and stern face carried calmness.
"The mortals of an era are nothing more than fleeting clouds. When they come to this world, they laugh and die of old age. They are like weeds overgrown with weeds. Their thirty-odd years of life are meaningless. They can be slaughtered casually, but they will reproduce again."
Whoosh —
Corpses piled up like a mountain on the broken ground.
The Dark Dungeon's Emperor Bo Qike strode forward, watching the mortals wailing.
Many believers knelt on the streets with their families. The church was filled with people praying. They looked up at the statue of the God of Wisdom and closed their eyes. They cried in pain and prayed devoutly to the Book of Wisdom.
"Achilles' God of Wisdom in the heavens."
"We call Thy name Father," said the Lord
"Grant us wisdom that transcends beasts. Grant us the power to think."
"May your knowledge exist in the words of the book, as it exists in our hearts."
"May your wisdom be the authority of power, the symbol of supreme power."
…
A faintly discernible hymn gradually resounded throughout the city. Countless creatures prayed in despair.
The church's prayer hall could no longer hold them. The old, children, women, and men knelt on the ground devoutly at the fountain in the middle of the town. They shouted and closed their eyes while trembling.
"How pitiful." He descended in the air and suddenly spoke.
Boom!
Instantly, the people present trembled even more.
As if they heard the voice of a devil, they closed their eyes and did not dare to look at what was happening outside. They knelt on the ground and prayed louder and louder, as if they wanted to end their lives by praying this way.
He shook his head and raised his arm high, gathering endless black light. "These are the lowly mortals. In times of danger, they only know how to pray, to seek spiritual sustenance, to hope for someone to save them."
"They also want to save themselves."
No one wants to rely on others. In this world, most people are mortals who can't cultivate to become professionals. Many things are destined from birth. They want to choose, but they don't have a choice … This world doesn't have a system like Shushan, so they can only pray to me to give their hearts something to rely on. "
Beg you?
The Dark Dungeon's Great Emperor Bo Qike's face gradually turned sluggish as he abruptly turned his head.
He saw a white-clothed God of Light holding a book in his hand, a gentle smile on his face. He stood silently three meters away, without any signs of life. He couldn't even sense his presence.
Like a soundless ghost.
Dark Prison Great Emperor Bo Qike's hair stood on end as he felt a lingering fear.
If he had launched a sneak attack on him, he would have died in an instant.
This scene reminded him of someone. Shushan Sect Leader Liu Wenjian, a terrifying mortal celestial emperor. She also had no aura, and all her battle power was in her weapon.
"Like that assassin!"
His heart turned cold, and he couldn't help but look at the book in the man's hand.
Is this book the same?
"You're … the God of Wisdom, Hermes?!"
After a few seconds of silence, he said, "No, you have the aura of a worshipper from the Ancient Barren World. You're not a living person. So that's how it is … Is this the Church of Light and this land's final resistance? Colluding with an ancient existence from the Ancient Barren World, you deserve to die. "
Though he said this and appeared fierce, he still wanted to retreat. He could feel the other's terrifying aura. He'd gathered too much Joss Flames, causing his battle power to be incomparably terrifying.
He knew very well that almost all the mortals in the Land of Potions worshipped him.
The Joss Flames of the Ancient Barren World were scattered, but the Land of Potions was gathered. He was much stronger than the Tiantu War God. He was definitely a monster on the same level as the Blood Emperor, the ancestor of the vampires!
"Ah! It's the God of Wisdom! "
"The great god has finally come to save us!"
…
The mortals on the ground opened their eyes and roared crazily. They worshipped and knelt. When the living ancient legend appeared before them, the god they believed in and were willing to sacrifice everything for had descended. What would they do?
They were already talking incoherently. The hymns became even more intense.
In the long history of the world, who had the most appeal? Who was most respected by the people?
Without a doubt, it was the legendary God of Wisdom, Hermes. He'd descended and given the mortals three great pieces of knowledge, giving them the courage to fight against nature.
The entire Church of Light existed because they worshipped this god.
The cute girl arrived quietly.
Seeing this scene of fanaticism and unimaginable faith, she couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
She immediately handed a short cane to the netizens outside and used it as a microphone to broadcast the scene live. "Fellow netizens, this is the historical turning point of the Era of Potions. The tide of history is surging! Please remember this scene clearly and bear witness to the charm of history! History is with us! "
In the sky, the white-robed god looked at him quietly. "All sinners, as long as you pray to me and submit to my country, I will forgive your sins."
Pfft!
"Let's go!" The Emperor of the Dark Prison, Bo Qike, turned to leave.
Behind him, Hermes, who didn't have a strong aura, didn't seem to have any intention of attacking. He slowly flipped open the first page of the Book of Light and spoke softly.
"Wisdom is the power of everything."
In the next second, the aura finally bloomed. The entire world seemed to be squeezed.
Hermes was like the assassin Liu Wenjian. Usually, the moment he attacked, the moment he pulled out his sword, a terrifying aura exploded.
The moment anyone saw the sword, it was the moment the enemy died.
"I …"
He lowered his head in a daze. His consciousness gradually blurred. His entire body was being squeezed until he was twisted into a ball. He couldn't even make a sound. "How can it be … so strong!!"
Bang!
He was completely crushed into a bloody mist.
Hermes's expression was calm. With a light shake of his body, he disappeared on the spot.
Ah!!
The people in the nearby cities looked up and immediately cried tears of joy. The believers all knelt down and prayed.
"Damn!!" The cute girl was also stunned. After a long time, she slowly let out a turbid breath. "Is it that exaggerated?"
The Historical Book of Potions recorded:
"In the year 1,103 of potions, during the war with the Ancient Barren World, the Epic Emperor slaughtered all living beings. The God of Wisdom, Hermes, descended and saved the believers from danger."
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