Someone saw it in a storm, and after being lost in the haze for hundreds of years, the story began to be sung again.
——Land of the Lost
The wind blew in Nairliang, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the earth was shrouded in haze, and a storm came, blowing people's clothes.
Snap!
Sparks from thunder and lightning lit up everyone's faces, and dark clouds swirled above the burning platform.
Something was brewing in the flames. In Xia Lan's eyes, the aimless spiritual power seemed to have found an outlet and rushed into the platform frantically.
Except for Pope Chenxi, Xia Lan, and Bifang, the others didn't know what was going on and just looked at each other in confusion.
"Stormborn, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Xia Lan sneered and threw the scepter in his hand into the sky. This was the lower-god-level arcane weapon he borrowed from Mu Ye, and it was also the reason why he dared to come to Zi Lan Island where demons were rampant.
The power of confinement enveloped the heaven and earth, the strong wind in the vortex stopped abruptly, and the legends in the sky also felt that their movements were somewhat blocked.
This is the real culprit of the Blasphemy Rebellion, the arcane weapon. Mortals took control of it, so they wanted to kill the gods, and thus the Blasphemy Rebellion began.
"Arcane Weapon! You, the Church of Light, are crazy? Why are you violating the Arcane Agreement?"
Pope Dawn was panicking. This arcane weapon had not been used for over seven hundred years, but every high-ranking official in every major power knew what it was.
The other legends were also in an uproar. Was the Church of Light crazy? The Judgment of Light had just made a fool of the other forces, and now the Judgment of Light took out the arcane weapons that were expressly forbidden by the gods. Did they really want to make the whole world their enemy?
Xia Lan calmly stepped forward to comfort everyone:
"The Arcanist Agreement stipulates that arcane weapons cannot be used in combat, but allows arcane mages to use arcane equipment for research.
Everyone, please take a closer look. This is not an arcane weapon, but my research equipment, called the "God's Descent Space Stabilizer and High-Inflammable and Explosive Material Processor." It has no offensive capabilities. It is just an instrument to prevent the research object from escaping, and it is a disposable item.
I now declare that Storm Research Project One has officially begun. Naerliang is the site of the Illuminati's arcane experiments. Please leave immediately. Otherwise, we will not be held responsible for any accidents that occur during the experiment."
"You, the Church of Light, should stop being so overbearing."
There is a legend that roared unwillingly, but his eyes never left the throne behind the two people.
The throne of justice and judgment, no force wants to give up this throne with huge potential. If they obtain it, they will at least produce a superior god.
"Shalan Auglos, get out of the way, I'm leaving."
The flames on the platform went out, and a woman who looked seven points like Zhen walked out. Her violet eyes had a smudge of blue, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she was barefoot in a light veil. She was like a woman who walked out of a myth.
What was more crucial was that she was holding a baby upside down in her hand, and the crying sound echoed throughout the world, startling Xia Lan who was confronting various forces.
"I just gave in when you said so. Who do you think I am?"
A metal can was suspended above Narliang. The moment it appeared, all the legends felt a creepy feeling.
Later they discovered that the space had been disturbed, their space scrolls had all lost their function, and their space magic could only connect to a piece of space-time turbulence.
"Everyone, the throne of justice and judgment belongs to the Church of Light, and this divine research specimen also belongs to the Church of Light. Who is in favor, and who is against?"
Bifang pulled Xia Lan's clothes and asked softly, "Boy, are you too arrogant?"
“Senior, you were even more arrogant just now.”
Rhaetianas stared coldly at the two whispering to each other. She casually lifted the baby upside down in her hands, ignoring his crying, and threatened Xia Lan:
"If you want your son's life, turn off the arcane weapon."
Xia Lan sneered, "Sister, are you crazy? My son is still in his mother's belly."
"He is the son of you and Zhen. He was conceived by fire and born in a storm. The woman burned her own soul to give birth to him.
I originally wanted to let her go and let her soul rest in my kingdom of God, but when that woman knew she would become a mother, she foolishly gave up this opportunity. But everything was within my expectations.
Humph, Xia Lan Augulus, do you know what the God King is?
Only those who see through fate can become kings. Your trick of killing gods is ridiculous, very ridiculous. Perhaps you will achieve extraordinary success in the future, but now you cannot escape the control of gods. "
Leatinas used a calm tone to provoke Xia Lan's nerves. Seeing Xia Lan's eyes fluctuate under the monkey mask, she continued:
"You have never loved her, and she doesn't know whether she likes you or not. The thread of fate is like a knife. You will only know how painful it is after you cut it.
Do you still want to persist? Xialan Augulus, you are so arrogant that you want to kill the gods, but now you know how insignificant you are.
“Hahahahahahaha…”
Xia Lan suddenly burst into laughter, so much so that the legends watching the show were curious about how this guy in the monkey mask would respond.
“Leiadinas, you are in my hands now, and I am trapped here.
You're resorting to such petty tricks just for a sub-god-level arcane weapon. Do you still think you're the Storm God King from five hundred years ago?
Bullshit, you can't even see through fate. You're so secretive about it, you can only use despicable tricks."
Facing Xia Lan's ridicule, Rhaetianus smiled indifferently. In order to be resurrected, she buried the Storm Church that was loyal to her with her own hands, causing millions of people on Zilan Island to die in the chaos of the evil cult. What's the harm in listening to a mere incompetent barking?
"Everyone who is not involved please leave. I am going to kill the God today!"
The legends looked at the iron can above the forbidden space and had a premonition that something terrible was brewing.
Fortunately, this arcane weapon was designed specifically for the God of Storms, otherwise it would not be as simple as not being able to use space magic.
Xia Lan grabbed the Sword of Judgment left by Luo, and just when he was about to use the Curtain Ring to take back the throne, the throne left by Luo suddenly shattered.
This made the legends who were about to leave stop and stand there in disbelief. Luo's shadow appeared where the throne was broken.
"I have hidden my throne within the divine realm. Those who wish to become my successor, go and judge. Judge those who falsely claim to be gods. They manipulate people's hearts, fabricate false trends, and treat all living beings as playthings. Only by judging this god can you gain recognition."
Not only Xia Lan was stunned, but all the legends present were also stunned. Only Bi Fang sighed and said: "I knew it..."
From now on, the difficulty of the deification ceremony may increase exponentially. Unless one can truly find the opportunity to become a god in the trend of the times, one will be torn to pieces by those who want to become the god of justice and judgment.
Eventually, the legends left, and even the other side stood outside the confinement. Xia Lan was the master of this space. He stood in mid-air, pointing his sword at Laetinas.
"The rest is between the two of us."
Rheathena's eyes were solemn. She wanted to escape from the cage that Mu Ye had designed for her. This man was a hurdle she had to overcome.
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