The War is Coming

The vast and boundless Milky Way flows overhead, shining brightly in front of my eyes. The ground beneath my feet is pulsating slightly, showing an uncomfortable blood-red color. The ruined circular building is magnificent and tall, and even through the city wall, I can see the rustling and swaying giant trees.

Half of him was lush and green, and the other half was throbbing with flesh and blood. The combination of the two contradictory sides created a harmonious and strange beauty. Mason could now view this strange scene with a normal mind. The young man stepped into the building, touched the rough bark with his hands, and searched carefully.

No matter what method he used, he did not find consciousness in the current World Tree. It was more like an automatic triggering device, but it was impossible for it to have its own will.

"That makes sense. If the World Tree still has its will, the Monster Lord won't have enough time to escape."

The horrific image was unforgettable. Mason smiled softly and began to deal with the purpose of his visit.

He planned to create a fruit. The young man mobilized his power, and the leaves of the World Tree glowed. Countless prayers, wishes, and changes in fate gathered in one place. The World Tree blossomed and bore fruit at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the fruit hung on one side of the flesh and blood half of the tree, like a curled up baby.

As more power was input, the fruit's color became more and more crimson. Mason closed his eyes, and the world in front of him was divided into countless lines. He found the fate lines that symbolized different vests in the torrent of colors.

The mental power carefully hooked the lines, and those surging lines sucked greedily like a sponge. At the same time, silent pressure overflowed from the void and rushed straight towards him!

Fate cannot be defied, and He punishes thieves. If you are hit by this wave, your existence will be wiped out.

At the critical moment, the World Tree moved slightly, calming down the huge noise. As a price, a lot of its accumulated energy was consumed.

Mason completed the plan quickly and quickly, and quickly exited this state. He felt dizzy and exhausted, and sat down on the ground.

This is too tiring!

The boy had no power to resist and fell asleep with his eyes closed. He even used up all the mental energy that was originally used to control the vests.

At the same time and in different places, all the vests and the original bodies fell asleep.

I slept for three full days.

When Mason woke up, the place outside was in chaos.

The main body and the mechanic were fine, as they slept in the city. Oreius was cleaning up monsters outside when he suddenly fell down, scaring the soldiers with him. Even more pitiful was the clergyman who came to pick up Canaan. The silver-haired son of God suddenly fell down while walking, almost scaring them to tears. They returned to the Holy City overnight to seek help from the Pope, and the blessing of God came twice.

Mason was a little amused and helpless for a moment. He comforted everyone one by one and dealt with the matters during the sleep time in an orderly manner.

The main body came forward to comfort the frightened people, and the mechanics worked with the technicians of the Mechanical City to arrange the mechanical beasts in various places in Guixiang City. Oleus got a short vacation, and he still focused most of his energy on Canaan.

Northland, Holy City.

The silver-haired young man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes, his heterochromatic pupils calm and clear. The clergyman who had been watching discovered that he was awake, almost cried with joy, and immediately ran out to call for help.

"The Holy Son has woken up! The Holy Son has woken up!"

In just a few minutes, a crowd of people came in and examined Canaan. After confirming that he was healthy, the clergy knelt on the ground, with tears in their eyes, thanking the Lord of All Power for his grace.

No, you should thank Mason Cross for this gift.

The silver-haired young man sat up straight, his face as indifferent as ever. The [Heaven] realm unfolded, soothing the panicked hearts of the believers and allowing them to slowly calm down.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I just have a new understanding of strength."

The clergymen immediately smiled happily: "That's great, it must be the favor of our Lord. The Holy Son is worthy of the name of the Son of God. His Majesty has come to see you several times."

"I see. I should go and thank Your Majesty in person."

No one had any objection to this matter, and some even hoped that Canaan would leave as soon as possible. He dealt with the crowd of believers with a few words and got up to go to the temple.

After not seeing him for a few months, the Pope looked younger and younger. If he looked eight or nine years old before, he only looked four or five years old now.

The pressure from him became heavier and heavier, and the golden thread wrapped around the opponent, disappearing under the luxurious robe.

"Now that you're here, do you want to take a break?"

Canaan shook his head: "I've rested enough."

"Anxious little fellow."

The Pope smiled softly and turned to face the Faceless Statue. The seal on the latter was more damaged, and more golden threads flowed out, covering every corner of the hall.

"With your ascension, the seal on my Lord's statue is being lifted. Once the ceremony is completed, my Lord will fully awaken."

Canaan had once assimilated into the realm of the Lord of All Things and All Powers, and instead felt close to it. He suppressed his thoughts and stared intently at the tall statue.

"Your Majesty, is the Lord of All Things and Omnipotence really sealed by the Lord of Monsters?"

"Since you already have an idea, why are you asking me?"

The Pope was silent for a long time, his expression somewhat complicated.

"You are a very good child, Canaan. You guessed correctly, my Lord was not sealed by the Lord of Monsters, but sealed himself. When you complete a ritual step, the seal will automatically be partially unlocked. When you completely complete the ritual, my Lord will wake up, grant you grace, and wish you to complete the ascension ceremony."

"The Church needs you to be the next god, the next... Lord of all things."

"This is not an honor, but a sacrifice, just like the position of the Pope. I am sorry, but we have no choice. Once humans leave God, they will be polluted and swallowed up. It is because of the Kingdom of God that we have survived until now."

Only gods can fight against gods, and only pollution can fight pollution. But even if gods are immortal, they will still be affected by other pollutions. This is called superposition. The Pope looked serious. They had already failed once, and there was no chance of failure a second time.

"Don't worry, Canaan. The ceremony will be held here, and it will not fail this time."

"I swear."

Listening to the Pope's promise, the silver-haired young man was silent for a moment, then leaned forward slightly and said: "Everything will be as you wish."

"thank you."

The Pope thanked him sincerely. Canaan shook his head and asked, "I am ready. When can we hold the ceremony?"

"Everything else is ready, except for the last point. Someone has already gone to find that person, and as long as he agrees, the ceremony can be held immediately."

The Pope closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his demeanor was completely different.

At first glance, it is very similar to the statue behind it.

......

The deep sea is desolate, dark and as black as ink.

A huge monster was sleeping here, its body growing continuously until it became almost a small mountain. With it as the center, countless small monsters were sleeping soundly on the seabed.

A black shadow dived into the seabed, ignoring the sea of ​​beasts, and came before the Lord of the Deep Sea. Countless golden threads penetrated deeply into its body, dispelling some of the pollution.

Thousands of hands stretched out in the sea, outlining a twisted and hovering figure. The beautiful face in front opened its eyes and looked down at this tiny figure. He sensed a familiar aura from the other party, which made him a little suspicious.

"Long time no see, Eudora."

The black robe was lifted, revealing a young face. One eye showed the golden light of the sun, and the other eye reflected the clear moonlight. The two were completely different, yet so harmonious. He recited the name, as if reciting an ancient prayer song, or gently placing a bouquet of cherished flowers on the tombstone.

Eudora was stunned for a moment, with surprise, sadness, and hesitation flashing across her face, and finally turning into a deep sigh.

"...Long time no see, Anduo, Anado. I didn't expect to see you again. But no matter what you want to do, I can no longer help you."

The Pope, perhaps he can no longer be called that. He raised his hand and drew the emblem of the church on his chest. There seemed to be countless golden threads crawling under his skin, looking sacred and terrifying.

"We know that the gods have fallen and our era has come to an end. This is the choice of fate. But now only you can help us, Eudora. Please help us once more."

"I know your concerns. We will persuade Besemai to suppress the evil so that you can withdraw your hand. We will also use the power of faith to purify your pollution and ensure that you have enough strength."

"...Since you have made up your mind, just communicate directly with Besemite."

Eudora closed his eyes and turned his face 180 degrees. The face at the back suddenly opened its eyes and let out a creepy laugh.

"I didn't expect you guys to become like this, hehe...poor you, so pitiful!"

The laughter ended and suddenly turned into a ferocious roar.

"But why should I help you? No matter what I do, I never think of hurting you! I rob people of their lives and induce them to fall. That is the responsibility given to me by the Mother Tree! From the beginning to the end, I have always regarded you as my brothers and sisters, and what have you used to repay me?"

"It was betrayal, suppression, and sealing. You wanted to kill me, but you couldn't, so you sealed me under the sea. Hundreds of years? Thousands of years? If you didn't need me for something, you would have sealed me until the world was destroyed!"

The sea surged and swirled, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was breaking apart. The Pope looked him straight in the eye.

"Beselmer, I know you're upset. I'm sorry, brother. I can give you something if you agree to help."

Seeing what he showed, Beselmer fell silent, full of doubt.

"Are you really willing to give it to me?"

"I swear on the Mother Tree."

"Then I will help you once more. This is the last time. But don't think I will forgive you. I hate you. I will hate you forever. Until the world is destroyed, my hatred for you will never disappear!"

After saying this, the angry face turned his back.

Eudora, who had returned to the front, couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Sorry, my brother."

"I am the one who should apologize. This will have an irreversible impact on you. Thank you, Eudora."

The Pope placed his hands on the other person, and his figure gradually disintegrated, turning into golden threads to help the other person recover his strength. At the same time, as Besemite began to actively suppress the evil spirit, Eudora felt a sense of relief after a long time.

"We don't need to talk about this. Protecting humanity is our consensus. When do you need my help?"

The other person's figure melted into the sea water, and only the voice could be heard.

"now."