Chapter 137 Who is the Joker? (3)

The young god's final scream and explosion left almost everyone at the scene seriously injured.

Further away, there were some priests lying on the ground. Their hearts had been shattered the moment the impact had just struck them.

There were corpses lying on the ground.

Those who were lucky enough to survive were wailing in pain.

Ron turned his gaze to the location of the Young God Tree.

Then, his spirit shook slightly, and his originally weak consciousness was instantly restored to a large extent.

The Tree of the Young God disappeared... but not completely.

At this moment, a strange thing that looked like a pollen tube appeared at the location of the Young God Tree.

Its top cracked, and a layer of light pink, smoke-like substance was slowly gushing out and spreading along the cracked top.

If you look closely, you can even see countless densely packed tiny particles in the smoke.

Like pollen, like... spores? What is that? Ron's body shuddered, and at that moment, he felt as if his scalp was about to split open with fear.

At this moment, Ron understood the significance of the existence of the Tree of the Young God.

He was born not only for His own sake, but also for His own sake of reproduction…

He will bring back to this world the disasters that were not able to befall this world due to some interference.

Not only Ron, but Gerald also noticed the existence of pollen tubes and those light pink spores. Perhaps he didn't know as much as Ron, but pure instinct made Gerald understand that these things were full of evil.

We cannot allow these spores to spread in the city. We must solve this problem before these spores spread.

Grasping the magic wand in one hand, Gerald propped up his old body from the ground. With a slightly cloudy vision, he looked around. The pink mist had dispersed a little, and much of it had floated high into the sky.

Using fire to burn these things should be the easiest way.

However, judging by the extent to which the spores were spreading, the flames should be difficult to stop. If any spore escaped, it could cause a new round of disaster.

Gerald's hesitation did not last long. He quickly took out a small bottle that looked like it was carved out of white jade from his storage ring.

Holy Relic, a gift from the Sea King! The effect is similar to the storage ring, but the capacity of the internal space is much larger.

Gerald tapped lightly on the bottom of the bottle of Neptune's gift with his skinny fingers, and then he saw that his originally pale face became even uglier, and some dark brown spots were even beginning to appear on his body.

The next moment, a whirlpool suddenly appeared at the mouth of the bottle of Neptune's gift.

call……

All the dust in the air was attracted by this strong force and rushed towards where Gerald was.

At that moment, all the air in the huge area seemed to be plundered, and Ron even felt suffocated for several seconds.

Looking at the sky again, all the dust was gone.

The light pink mist spewed out by the pollen tubes also disappeared completely.

After the last bit of spores was absorbed, the squeezed pollen tube completely lost its support, fell limply to the ground, and turned into a pool of rotten mucus.

At this point, the Tree of the Young God was finally completely resolved.

Gerald suddenly took two steps back and sat down on the ground. He was gasping for breath and his arms were shaking. The magic wand that was originally light in his hand was now like a hard iron rod, and he could hardly lift it.

The Gift of the Sea King...

Like almost all holy relics in the Dusk Continent, these relics cannot provide the holders with a strong increase in combat power, but they can produce quite good effects in some aspects.

For example, Vice Pope Apu has a magic mirror in his hand, through which he can peek at scenes far away.

The gift from the Sea King has a huge internal space, but it is not as convenient as a storage ring. It is usually used to store large amounts of water, and is very effective in alleviating droughts and preventing floods... Gerald did not expect that he could use the gift from the Sea King at this time.

Although the sacrifice was great and his body had been pushed to its limit, even breathing made Gerald feel very strenuous, but the old man seemed to be in a very good mood.

He picked up a magic scroll and threw it on himself. His broken ear slowly recovered. Although his hearing was inevitably damaged, he even looked in Ron's direction, with a face that was more wrinkled than ever before, looking in Ron's direction: "Brother Ron..."

The voice was extremely hoarse.

My throat seemed to be broken.

"It seems that the future predicted by the prophet is not so accurate. Look... we won!"

“We saved Larnaca!”

“We changed our destiny!”

Ron smiled bitterly.

Uncle, now is not the time to be proud or show off. If you do, it will easily lead to problems.

"Ah, no... Gerald, you are wrong... No one can change fate!"

Sure enough, before Ron even had the chance to speak, a truly proud voice slowly came out from the wreckage of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

"You, me, him...everything in the world is just an ant following the trajectory of fate."

The familiar voice made Gerald stunned. He looked in the direction of the voice and his eyes widened.

He seemed to have seen something horrifying, and his body even began to tremble convulsively.

The sagging skin on his face was twisted into a ball, and a wheezing sound like a bellows came from his throat: "How...how is this possible?"

"How could it be...you?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Ron also looked towards the direction of the ruins, and sure enough, there was a familiar figure.

Old Father Abraham.

He was still hunched over, with white hair and beard, as usual.

But his voice was unusually light and proud, and the way he looked at Gerald, Virgil, and Ron was as if he was looking at a clown in a playful manner.

He had been patient for too long and could no longer wait to enjoy the pleasure of release.

Under the shocked gazes of Gerald, Irelia, Cecilia and many other clergymen, old Father Abraham slowly straightened up, and his originally hunched and short figure suddenly became tall.

The wrinkles on his face that were originally crisscrossed like ravines were quickly smoothed out.

The pale long hair gradually turned into dazzling golden color.

The cloudy eyes also became clear and bright.

In just a few seconds, old Father Abraham seemed to have suddenly become several decades younger.

The aura on his body became stronger and stronger, from an ordinary old priest in the beginning, he gradually turned into a transcendent being, then a catastrophic master, then a being on the verge of becoming a legend, comparable to the Tree of the Young God.

He opened his arms as if embracing an invisible fate.

His face was intoxicated and full of satisfaction, like a mastermind who had finally stepped out from behind the scenes and was enjoying the pleasure brought by the success of his plan.

Watching the chess pieces he controlled, struggling with all their might under his arrangements, and when they finally thought they had succeeded and won, they would push the opponent into the darkest abyss, the excitement and pleasure would make him taste the supreme satisfaction.

He was even more obsessed with her than the nun's beautiful body.

And now, the Tree of the Young God has been destroyed, but the seeds are still there.

Gerald, Virgil, Ron, Cecilia... except Seraphina, all of them were seriously injured. Now was the time for him to reap the fruits of victory.

But Abraham was in no hurry.

He wanted to savor this pleasure more. After all, this opportunity was too rare, and it would be a waste if he didn't enjoy it more.

Although he was not tall, he had an air of superiority and contempt for the world. Abraham looked down at everyone like a true preacher: "You won, but not completely!"

"You thought you had defeated the Tree of the Young God and resolved the disaster in Larnaca, but you didn't know that all this was arranged by fate."

"You seem to hate me... Oh, don't hate me. Maybe, in your eyes, I am a bad guy, but in fact, in my eyes, you disobedient people are the real villains."

"I hate you rebels the most. Why don't you just follow the arrangement of fate? It is a great honor to die quietly under the guidance of fate. But you still keep shouting about my destiny being in my own hands every day."

"You think you are rebelling against fate, but you don't know that you are just a pathetic clown."

Pfft! Ron couldn't help laughing out loud at this sentence.

Who is the clown after all?

Here is the third chapter. There will be more later.

(End of this chapter)