Passion is as fierce as fire.
——Paro family motto
In Zichuan City, Tone Sudin walked side by side with an old man in a green robe in the dilapidated castle. This was where he was born, and everything seemed unchanged.
The ponds and fountains had accumulated more than a decade of fallen leaves, leaving a thick layer of silt at the bottom.
The castle is wrapped in vines and green leaves, and the courtyard is overgrown with thorns. The traces of time are vividly displayed here.
"Pope, are you going to die today?"
Tone Soutine looked at the old man beside him, with some reluctance on his face, but he still spoke lightly and elegantly.
"Tone, give your soul to the Lord. The Lord will fulfill your wish. Do you regret it?"
The old man's haggard face was full of kindness. He seemed to be comforting, but also questioning.
Tone Sudin shook his head, glanced at the sky of Zichuan City, and followed the Storm Pope slowly.
"The Lord has planned everything, and we are the characters in the established script, which is still glorious.
I just promised Varyan Code that I would return to Whitesea Island to find him, and I regret that I can't keep my promise."
Seeing Tone Sudin's realization, the Storm Pope smiled with satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder and said:
"My dear child, life is full of regrets, which makes us nostalgic and reluctant to let go.
But the Kingdom of God has fallen, and we must raise it again. You are the writer of our script. Don't forget our great cause because of regrets. You are the child of the wind, and the wind will blow away the regrets.
The Storm Pope stopped and saw Tone Soutine's pious look. He stroked his beard with satisfaction, then stood in the shadow cast by the castle with a smile and turned to shout towards the castle:
"Everyone, I put the Godhead into the wind. This wind will blow away hypocrisy and corruption. When you find it, it will bring new winds."
The wind blew the leaves, and above the originally quiet and desolate castle, human figures suddenly appeared.
…
Zichuan City, Qiongwen Manor.
The current head of the Qiongwen family was blindfolded and tried to catch the beauties left and right, but he could never catch a girl in revealing clothes.
This is an old man in his eighties. His hair and beard are all white, but his skin is as delicate as a young girl in her prime, and he is as energetic as a young man.
"Come on, sir, I'm here."
"Master, come and catch me."
"master……"
"Found you, beautiful."
After aiming in a certain direction, Youhan Qiongwen hugged the slut who was teasing him tightly, but after touching her, he found that something was wrong. This was a man wearing armor.
"Father."
Hearing the familiar voice, Youhan Qiongwen took off her scarf in disappointment, and the woman in the room tactfully retreated.
"Su, didn't I ask you to garrison Zishan Fortress? Why did you come back?"
Youhan Qiongwen's dissatisfaction with his son who returned to Zichuan City without permission was almost written on his face.
"Tone Sudin is in Zichuan City. I came back to deal with the culprit who instigated all this."
Yohan Qiongwen interrupted him, as if he already knew everything, and said without question:
"This is not your business."
Youhan Qiongwen's tone made Su Qiongwen realize that this matter was not simple, but he still couldn't help but persuade:
"Father, Toné Soutine is a madman. You can't cooperate with him."
"I said, get out!"
A hint of murderous intent flashed in Youhan Qiongwen's eyes, and his voice was low, causing Su Qiongwen, the commander of the three armies, to take two steps back.
Buzz!
A terrifying pressure came from the city, and the distraught Su Qiongwen almost fell down. He suddenly looked up and looked outside.
"Legend, and there's more than one!"
Compared to the shocked Su Qiongwen, Youhan Qiongwen seemed to have anticipated this and said with anticipation:
"It's finally started. I'm getting sleepy waiting."
The old man also looked outside, his temperament changed drastically, and a hint of madness flashed in the depths of his eyes.
…
"Old man, he's still in a trance even when he's about to die. Kill him and search his body!"
Someone couldn't help but take action. The overwhelming pressure of the legend shook Zichuan City. One person who could defeat an entire country became a legend.
boom!
The terrifying energy directly crushed the ancient castle into ruins, and several legends attacked the Storm Pope.
But the besieged old man just waved his hand and snorted coldly, not only easily blocking the attack, but also protecting Tone Sudin beside him.
The aftermath of the collision between the two sides instantly razed the ancient castle to the ground, but it was limited to this desolate castle, because a large formation had covered the place at some point.
The Storm Cultists in the castle were also exposed. Everyone had a painful look on their face and was muttering something frantically. The overwhelming black fog poured out from the Storm Cultists' bodies.
The person who inhaled the black mist first had a look of struggle on his face, then looked very happy, and pulled the people around him who were resisting the black mist to inhale together.
"Descent into the abyss, prisoners of greed."
A middle-aged man with a fair complexion stood above the formation. He looked down at the people in the formation indifferently, as if he was looking at an ant fallen into water.
The Storm Pope in the formation looked at him, then calmly closed his eyes. Black mist surged from his body, and the fire of life burned wildly.
The man in the middle yawned boredly, without moving, and sat quietly on the formation, picking his nails.
"Why is the Storm Church involved with the Abyss?"
"Go, this is a trap!"
"Wake up quickly and leave the black fog!"
"Is the Council of Thirteen also involved with the cult?"
After the people around them sank, those who came to snatch the godhood were a little panicked and desperately attacked the formation that trapped them. Some people also killed the Storm Church members who were emitting black fog, but after the people of the Storm Church fell, their bodies exploded and the black fog became thicker.
Tone Sudin's face showed pain, and his body turned into black mist bit by bit. He stopped chanting the spell, looked at Zichuan City, said "Mother", and then his body completely merged into the black mist.
"The cult is powerful, retreat!"
The legends tried their best and finally broke a gap in the formation. Many people flew out of Zichuan City in a panic.
The formation was jointly set up by more than a dozen evil cults, and only the Abyss could accomplish this kind of unity.
"Marlon Jones, this matter will not be let go!"
Listening to the cries of these stray dogs, the middle-aged man did not chase them, but just sneered.
"Go find Luo and tell him I know what he's going to do. I want to play with him, hahahaha..."
After this group of disgusting guys left, a group of epics and skies were still struggling in the formation.
Marlon Jones leaped into the formation, pried open the mouths of those who were still resisting the black fog, and stuffed the remaining debris of the Storm Church into their mouths...
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