The wind will tell the world that He is just her...

——"Storm Canon"

The light of the world suddenly dimmed, and a crisp cracking sound appeared in everyone's ears. It was the sound of the collapse of the godhead.

Zhen watched with tears in her eyes as Luo's life flame slowly died out. His divine path had failed.

Luo smiled indifferently. He voluntarily gave up the possibility of becoming a god because it was an improper thing to do.

"Don't cry, child. It's a pity that you will eventually become Him, otherwise you would have to finish this journey."

Luo looked towards the other side of the crowd again and said apologetically:

"Give me the things, Kanata. I have one last thing to do."

Xia Lan scanned the crowd and discovered that the power of the mind was repelling Luo. The people were puzzled as to why Luo would let go of the woman on the platform, the culprit who caused everything.

They forgot why Zhen appeared here. Before she came, Bifang had told her true identity, but she still came.

It was impossible to carry out the deification ceremony in this situation. When the tide receded, what else would he do with the things?

However, Xia Lan knew that all this was part of Luo's plan. He deliberately gave Zhen to Bifang and asked Bifang to help him send Zhen to be his sacrifice.

Xia Lan wanted her to become Him before she could kill Him, so he pushed Xia Lan to Bi Fang and let the two of them complete their final plan.

Bifang took out the godhead that he and Xia Lan designed together. Both of them were top theological "programmers", so this godhead was naturally extraordinary.

Mu Ye attaches great importance to Xia Lan because of his understanding of God. After only three years of research on the Godhead of Truth, he "programmed" a God of Truth with the potential to be a God King.

Under the jealous gazes of all the major forces, Luo took over this divine nature that obviously had extraordinary potential.

"Marlon Jones, let's make a deal."

Marlon Jones, who was sitting on the high platform, smiled bitterly. Although Luo was dying, he was definitely not their match. His life and death were in the hands of others. How could he let it go?

Everything they did was to lead the Judgment of Light to a path of inevitable failure and to cut off the arm of the Church of Light, but this guy took advantage of their own tricks and ascended to the throne of God without going through any ceremony, thus catching them all in one fell swoop.

His backup plan, the God of Storms, became Luo's backup plan, and he played everyone in the palm of his hand.

"What do you want to trade?"

"Use your godhood to buy a way out!"

Before Marlon Jones could react, Luo swung his hand. He was now only one step away from ascending to the throne of God, and no one in the lower world could be his match.

"Don't try to destroy your own godhood, or you will all die."

Marlon Jones, as Luo's old rival, is naturally also a legend on the path to becoming a god. Just when he was about to destroy his godhood, he was interrupted by Luo's words. He could only let go of his mind and let his godhood be taken away.

The damaged godhead of justice, the godhead of judgment sent from the other side, and the godhead of punishment from Marlon Jones surrounded Luo.

The three godheads were all conceived from the seeds of the godhead of the Lord of Light and the Lord of the Abyss, and they showed signs of independence when they were forcibly merged by Luo.

If one were to become a god using these divine attributes, they would inevitably become servants of the Lord of Light or the Lord of the Abyss. However, the two conflicting forces were actually eroding their connection with light and the abyss.

“I will create a throne that anyone can obtain, but it will only choose the righteous.

History will repeat itself, and his master will wield my sword to judge the guilty and slay the unjust gods. You can become him, or you can follow him."

The three divine powers merged into one with Judgment as the center, turning into a majestic throne. Luo walked up the holy steps holding the sword and sat on it.

Holy light poured down from the throne, and those bathed in it recalled their past lives. They saw the innocent people they had wrongly killed and saw the sins of their lives.

Xia Lan came to a desolate land, where all the people she had killed over the past four years were.

"Xia Lan Auglos, you are guilty!"

"Xia Lan, give me back my life."

"Why are you killing me, you liar?"

Countless people with miserable dead faces pounced on Xia Lan and tore into his body.

"So boring."

In reality, Xia Lan was only distracted for a moment, yawned and then woke up, while the people around her were either crying or laughing, with fear and relief on their faces.

The other side seemed to have had a nightmare, with cold sweat oozing from his head and breathing heavily.

Amid the chaos, a group of soldiers marched resolutely into the city, each holding a torch and walking up to the platform where Zhen was standing.

The Saint's Guards, Zhen's first followers, fought alongside her when the cult invaded Zilaner Island.

The leading pretty boy was called Lan He. Xia Lan had met him once before. He seemed to have said, "We will not let any danger get close to Your Highness." But now he looked at Zhen as if he wanted to burn the heretics to death?

Luo on the throne stretched out his hand to stop something, but his body began to melt, and eventually turned into gold powder that scattered across the sky and earth, leaving only a sword stuck in front of the throne.

"God's throne!"

The legends in the sky looked at the throne left by Luo with fiery eyes, and everyone's breathing became rapid.

They forgot about Zhen underground, a vacant position with unlimited potential and a godhood with an uncertain future. Even a fool would know what to choose.

"I didn't expect there would be such a pleasant surprise. I thought the fall of the Judgment of Light was the biggest reward."

A man wearing a golden mask suddenly appeared. He was wearing a divine robe and holding a purple-gold scepter. His terrifying pressure made others dare not move. This was a powerful man who was on the path to godhood.

"Pope of the Dawn!"

Bifang recognized the person and pulled Xia Lan, who was wearing a monkey mask and holding a scepter, into the sky to protect the throne.

"Everyone, this is the property of the Church of Light. Get out if you don't want to die."

"Bright Judgment, your Bright Judgment has fooled so many people. It's unacceptable not to give an explanation."

The Pope of Dawn refused to give in, and his surging aura locked onto the other side. The Holy Alliance and the legends of the cult surrounded the other side, but they were also wary of each other, and a war was about to break out.

"Why should I, the Church of Light, explain anything to you?"

Xia Lan, who was standing beside them, glanced at the legends who were glaring at them, tugged at Bifang's clothes and whispered, "Senior, are we being too arrogant?"

"What are you afraid of? Just say they are guilty and they are guilty.

Boy, don't you want to kill God? Now that He is here, use your own methods to deal with Him together!"

On the high platform, during the confrontation above, Marlon Jones left with the Legends of the Abyss, and the Holy Guards, led by Lan He, came in front of Zhen with a calm face.

"Your Highness, are you really Rheathena?"

Zhen just nodded and said with a wry smile: "The wind teased me in the first half of my life, and the second half of my life will be taken over by the wind."

The Royal Guards half-knelt, holding torches, and said with a firm gaze, "Then please die, Your Highness. The Royal Guards will follow you to Hell!"

Zhen closed her eyes, took the torch, and waved her hand to sweep the guards off the platform.

bake!

The flames on the platform were burning, and the girl in the fire shed tears.

"The wind doesn't care..."