After dawn, the morning sun rose.
But it was rare that a ray of morning glow flew over and covered the sun.
Soon, the clouds got thicker and thicker, layer by layer, the sky turned dark.
The dim light made the atmosphere of Forest City very depressing.
Forest City, which was considered lively in the past, at that moment, from the temple in the city center to the edge of the city, the people's faces were filled with indescribable heaviness and annoyance.
Even the ignorant children were infected by the mood of the adults and became cautious.
Especially the big shots who were usually high and mighty.
At that moment, they entered the temple with uneasy faces, waiting for news.
Unlike Great Swamp who secluded himself from the world.
The God of Forest City was much more high-profile.
He didn't just build the temple in the center of the city to accept the people's worship, the entire city was filled with mysterious energy.
If most people in Flame City didn't know about fiends …
Then, in Forest City, most of the people had faintly heard of similar things.
Of course, it was up to the individual whether they believed it or not.
Huu!
Walking down from the car, Morton looked at the temple that was still brightly lit and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Every time he came here, Morton would do the same thing.
It didn't just relieve his nervousness, it also allowed him to quickly calm down.
But today was different!
The news he got through the secret channel made Morton unable to calm down at all. Whenever he thought about the content of the news, Morton became more and more uneasy.
Tsk, Tsk Tsk!
Just as Morton was about to take a step forward, a series of brakes sounded behind him, followed by the sound of a car door opening.
A group of people with the same uneasy and uneasy looks came down from the car.
When Morton saw them, they also saw Morton.
These people who were usually on good terms or extremely bad terms with each other didn't exchange pleasantries or quarrel with each other.
After exchanging a glance, they walked into the temple.
These people with extraordinary identities in Forest City were able to enter the temple unimpeded.
There, they saw more people who were similar to them.
It seemed like they weren't the first batch of people.
Such a situation made Morton more and more uneasy.
He raised his hand and pulled at his tie, which was not too tight to begin with, but Morton, who was usually very concerned about his image, did not care about this at all.
He took a deep breath and walked to the front of the crowd, the center of the crowd.
There, a well-dressed old man with a cane was standing.
Even though the only chair was behind the old man, the old man was still standing there with his back straight. He squinted his eyes and his aura was completely different from the others around him.
It was to the extent that he was so eye-catching in the crowd!
Therefore, when Morden walked over to the young man, he was noticed by everyone right away.
Then …
It attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone could guess what Morton wanted to do.
Because that was exactly what they wanted to do, but didn't dare to do.
The difference in status and rank had already determined that even if they could enter the Divine Temple, they would still be lowly in front of this elder.
But Morton's identity was different.
Although Morton was still quite a distance away from the elder's status and rank, he far surpassed the people around him.
In simple words, the elder belonged to the first echelon of the crowd, Morton belonged to the second echelon, and the rest were the rest.
"Mr. Hermair, have you heard any news?"
Morton lowered his voice and asked carefully.
But even though he lowered his voice, in the front hall of the Divine Temple that was about to open, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, it was heard clearly.
"News?
What news? "
Hermair asked without even opening his eyes.
His words were muffled, as if he was talking in his sleep.
"It's news from Flame City."
Morton replied softly.
"What news from Flame City?"
Hermair continued to ask.
Morton didn't answer right away, but after an obvious pause, he continued with a more careful tone, "It's about His Majesty's defeat …"
Pak!
Before Morton could finish his words, he was interrupted by Kieran.
Hermair's gentleman's cane slapped Morton's face hard.
Right away, Morton's face swelled up and his teeth started to loosen.
Morton covered his face and looked at Hermair in confusion.
"What kind of joke is this?!
How could His Majesty be defeated?! "
Hermair shouted loudly with squinted eyes.
At that moment, not only did Hermair widen his eyes, but his expression also became extremely vicious because of his rage.
And before Hermair finished, Hermair's words were heard.
He shouted each and every word.
"His Majesty is a true God!
How can a mere mortal defeat a God?! "
"Just a bunch of nonsense has made you lose your composure!"
"You people have really disappointed His Majesty!"
"Think about it, when His Majesty returns and sees you people like this, how disappointed will he be?"
"Or should I say, have you people forgotten His Majesty's grace?
Or … "
"You people have forgotten His Majesty's dignity!"
Hermair's impassioned words turned gloomy at the last sentence.
Everyone in the hall unconsciously shivered when they heard the gloomy words.
The God of Forest City was not a kind and friendly God.
He struck fear into people's hearts, not reverence.
Especially those who disappointed him, they would be punished thoroughly.
Once the thought of the punishment struck them, they were even more afraid.
"How could we forget His Majesty's grace?"
"His Majesty's grace will be engraved in our hearts!"
"We will wait for His Majesty's victorious return!"
"Yeah!"
"His Majesty's victory is inevitable!"
"We have faith in His Majesty, unlike some people!"
"Some people who enjoyed His Majesty's grace but have different thoughts!"
…
After a series of praises, the tone of the conversation suddenly changed.
Criticism and hostility were directed at Morton.
The people in the hall were never a united front.
Most of the time, they schemed and framed each other, taking pleasure in the death of their opponents.
Hermair was an old hand in this.
Because of that, he stood at the head of the group.
Hermair cherished his position very much, so anyone who threatened his position would be ruthlessly eliminated.
For example, Morton.
Hermair naturally knew about the God of Forest City's defeat, similar to how he knew how powerful a God was.
Therefore, the God of Forest City would be fine.
Given the circumstances, Hermair didn't mind doing something.
He looked at Morton who was surrounded by the crowd.
Hermair laughed coldly in his heart.
"Lord priest, please punish Morton!"
Hermair shouted loudly when he thought it was about time.
"Lord priest, please punish Morton!"
"Lord priest, please punish Morton!"
"Lord priest, please punish Morton!"
…
Shouts after shouts rang out from the crowd.
However, no one answered.
The shouts went from high pitch at first to doubt later, the shouts got weaker and weaker.
Hermair frowned and eventually mustered his courage to walk towards the corridor of the front hall — it was the deepest part of the temple that they could reach.
From there, they could faintly see the inner courtyard of the temple.
Hermair widened his eyes at the inner courtyard further away.
But he got nothing.
The inner courtyard was as dazzling and dazzling as usual.
Just when Hermair was at a loss of what to do, a figure appeared.
The figure was wearing a priest robe and the moment he appeared, Hermair immediately bowed.
"Lord priest."
Hermair said respectfully.
But the figure didn't even care, he went around Hermair and ran out of the front hall.
"Lord priest, please wait, what happened?"
Hermair asked loudly behind the figure.
But the figure didn't have the intention to answer, instead, he ran even faster.
Bang!
A gunshot sounded.
The priest who just stepped out of the front hall was shot and fell to the ground.
The gunshot, blood, and dead bodies caused an uproar in the front hall.
Especially when he saw a group of men barging in, Hermair even dashed out and questioned them.
"What are you people doing?
Do you know what this place is?
You … "
Pak!
A loud slap landed on Hermair's face.
It didn't just interrupt Hermair's words, it even made him fall to the ground.
"This is the temple.
We are taking over this place.
Because it will soon welcome a new owner — His Majesty the Bird of Death, 2567. "
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