Chapter 123: Seizing Divinity, Bone Dragon Awakens
The conditions for resurrection are extremely harsh.
The situations where resurrection is impossible include: death from old age or illness, the soul no longer exists, and the resurrection deadline has expired...
The more powerful the extraordinary being, the more difficult it is to resurrect.
Looking at the divination results given by Rumen, Candela broke out in a cold sweat. This action was too dangerous!
"Haha, you are still so humorous, Kendra." Lumen laughed, "Well, I wish you success. See you later."
The image in the crystal ball disappeared.
Now that things have come to this, let’s have some snacks first…
Kendela picked up the gingerbread on the table, took a bite, and calmed herself down.
"It's time for me to set off for the Absolute Ridge Mountains." Kendra's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself, "Morning Frost Ridge is Ye Zhi's hard work... No matter what, we must try our best to prevent the aftermath of the war from threatening here!"
*Lord's Mansion.
After finishing his official business, Yeats picked up his quill and began to think about the collection of jokes he would dedicate to the Black Knight next time.
As the saying goes, Soviet jokes are treasures of human art.
Yeats wrote down the passage according to his memory: [The bishop asked a Protestant who went to church regularly: "Do you admit that you go to church regularly?"
"Yes."
"Do you still admit that you kissed the feet of the Lord who was crucified?"
"Yes."
"Will you kiss our Pope's feet, too?"
"Of course, as long as he hangs there too!"]
Yeats read it again and nodded with satisfaction. The collection of jokes should be able to exchange for a blessing from the Black Knight!
As for the Wild Hunt King's hobbies, I'm afraid he had to start with pornographic books.
It is also possible that, as Yeats speculated, his true identity was the King of Lorraine.
Yeats pondered for a long time, and according to his memories of his previous life and the writing style polished by his innate "aesthetic art", he wrote a work on paper that surpassed Perron's masterpiece.
The first line reads: "Young Lorraine's swordsmanship is far from ideal..."
Yeats wrote this masterpiece until the evening, which made him dizzy and dazed, until there was a knock on the door and Gray pushed it open and walked in.
Looking at Yeats who was hurriedly packing up his manuscript, Gray asked curiously, "What are you writing?"
"Writing in a diary."
Ye Zhi gathered the parchment together, put it in the inner pocket of his robe, and said calmly, "What happened?"
"No, I just went on a sled to inspect the territory and found it fun. I thought you needed to relax, so..."
Gray's eyes sparkled as she invited, "So, do you want to go sledding with me?"
"But the sun is almost setting."
"Let's go, let's go. We can definitely get back before dark!" Gray said hopefully.
Ye Zhi smiled helplessly, stood up, nodded and said, "Okay, let's just take it as another round of inspection, let's go."
"Okay!" Gray said happily, "I'll drive the sleigh for you!"
…
The Jueling Mountains.
The biting cold wind swept through the Winter Temple, and the spear-like top of the temple pierced the gray clouds.
The sun gradually set, and the sharp howls of wild beasts echoed in the snow. In the iron night, a thin monk in black walked over.
His eyes were like a lone hyena in the wilderness, carrying a dark suitcase, standing in front of this towering winter temple, looking up.
"Ignorance and stupidity have frozen this place for too long. Heresy and evil doctrine should also be burned in the glory of God..."
Father Andres' voice was hoarse, the cold wind blew the hem of his black clothes, he placed the suitcase on the snow and opened it, revealing the horrifying torture instruments inside.
Then, he took out one of the sharp silver nails and stabbed it into the back of his left hand with an expressionless face.
Blood flowed down his arm and dripped onto the snow, gradually forming a corner of a magic circle.
At this moment, an angry roar came from the cold wind.
"What are you doing?!"
The snow leopard, the guardian beast of the Winter Goddess, stood on a cliff, with its back arched, glaring at the black-robed monk.
Snow Leopard felt an extremely ominous aura from the black-robed monk.
It had heard about the origins of the black monks from travelers who stayed overnight in the mountains.
The Inquisition, a notorious force, has black monks who walk across the Midgard continent, treating believers other than those of the Holy Light as heretics and torturing them.
Countless extraordinary people have died at the hands of the black-robed monks, and the believers of the Winter Goddess have also been repeatedly persecuted by them.
At a time when faith in the Goddess of Winter is declining, she is unable to take action against the Inquisition, and even if the Snow Leopard wants to retaliate, it is powerless.
But who would have thought that at this moment, the black-robed monks actually invaded the Winter Temple! The snow leopard's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a terrifying roar at the black-robed monks who had offended the majesty of the Winter Goddess.
Father Andres' blood was still dripping, and with a loving smile on his face, he said calmly:
Please...collect 6...9...books...!
"Overlord who protects this place, this world no longer needs the [Old Gods]."
"There is no need for the belief in the Winter Goddess to continue to exist in the world."
"But please don't worry—"
Andres had a look of great faith on his face and spoke in a high tone:
"After the death of the goddess of winter, the apostles of the Lord will continue to spread the gospel of ice and snow and save lives before the [Final Judgment]!"
"You are just trying to snatch faith and divinity, but you say it so high-soundingly!"
The snow leopard raised its head and roared. Dark rain clouds covered Andres' head. In an instant, snow and rain with the power of the five rings fell down! Hail and rainstorms fell down with the power of nature! However.
The worn parchment-bound scripture in Andres's hand emitted a brilliant holy light at this moment.
The holy light became a barrier, protecting Andres. The black-robed monk's eyes were fanatical, as if he had seen a holy revelation. He said devoutly and firmly: "At the end of the light, the Lord was baptized by the river and revealed the mystery of the Holy Trinity!"
"The second moment of light, the Lord went to the wedding feast and turned water into wine, showing his divine power!"
"The Three Mysteries, the Lord announced that the Kingdom of God has come, and taught sinners to repent!"
Boom! !
The divine aura contained in the prayer made the entire Winter Temple fall into rage! The divinity of the Winter Goddess appeared in a blizzard that blocked out the sun, and black clouds overturned, and ice and snow came like a violent white giant!
Andres still stood in the holy light, his body shriveled up bit by bit, but his face wore a serene smile like a martyr. He continued to pray, and his golden blood dyed the snow around him red.
The guardian snow leopard's pupils contracted.
The more powerful the divinity is, the greater the price it has to pay to descend.
What kind of creature was being sacrificed by offering a bishop? ! Fear and anger mixed in the snow leopard's heart. It attacked the light shield desperately, but it could not stop Andres from continuing his prayer.
And when the divinity of the Goddess of Winter tried to wipe out Andres!
The snow leopard heard an ancient dragon roar coming from the depths of the Jueling Mountains.
The snow-capped mountains shook, the glaciers cracked, and deep in the rift valley, a cluster of ice-blue flames ignited in the eye sockets of the skull.
Boom boom
The cracks in the glacier grew larger and larger. A skeleton dragon claw was placed on the ice surface, and then a frost bone dragon appeared, causing a huge avalanche, like a natural disaster!
Morningfrost Ridge.
The three sled idiots were pulling the sled and having fun in the snow. Grey, who was sitting on the sled chair, was suddenly startled and said seriously:
"Ye Zhi, I seem to hear the roar of the ancient dragon!"
Ye Zhi: “…”
Shut up, Gu Long!
(End of this chapter)