13 Mink Street

The strong strength was offset by Rathma's physical defense, and he quickly returned to the original place.

But the whole set of actions that were taken out before has been completed, and the damage is not high, but the insult has been full, especially the former high priest, who has just condensed the fragments of godhead, and it is the beginning of a new stage of life, the most energetic moment.

And he came to the gate alone to "persuade Diss to surrender" because he wanted to prove himself in front of his "old opponent".

It's a pity that this time the result of seeking challenges was even worse than before. I didn't even meet Diss, so I suffered a dull loss.

Rathma looked up, looking at the roof.

On the roof, stood a woman, wearing a long black dress, wearing a hood, holding a magic wand, with a smile on her lips.

Immediately afterwards, beside the woman, a monster with a head like a war horse appeared, with golden hair all over its body, like a burning flame, exuding a powerful coercion.

Rathma asked, "Who are you?"

He didn't expect that Diss would invite foreign aid. This is not Diss' style.

The most important thing is, if you want to invite, why not invite it last time, but use it this time when the situation is more oppressive?

"You don't know me, but I know you, little Rathma, you are so old, why haven't you changed at all, you are still so impatient, so eager to prove yourself."

Pu'er turned over and sat on the back of the monster-like Kevin.

She has already changed from a cat to a human form, and it seems a little inappropriate for Kevin to continue to maintain the initial form of the golden retriever. It is impossible for the noble and holy Miss Pall to really fight on a dog.

Pu'er reached out and gently grabbed the mane on the back of Kevin's neck, and whispered helplessly:

"The main reason is that the radio goblin is also here this time, so he should be watching from the side, maybe he has already set up an easel; stupid dog, remember to make a motion freeze at a specific link later, so that the radio goblin can catch it."

Women are all beautiful.

Although Pu'er doesn't really care about the mural, she does care about the image on her mural.

"Wow... roar!"

After Wang uttered his voice, Kevin realized that he had to change his words.

Rathma asked, "Which religion are you from?"

Pu'er covered his mouth with a smile and replied:

"Hehehe, I am a person of order."

Rathma shook his head: "I don't remember anyone like you in the church, especially this monster."

When the previous blow appeared, it directly dissolved all the defenses around him, which brought him great surprise. At the same time, Rathma now sensed the aura of the godhead fragments from the body of this monster!

It is true that there are monsters with strong racial talents, the strength to fight against the elders of the temple, and monsters that may condense fragments of godhood... It is really too rare.

Because the belief inheritance of monsters is more difficult than the family belief system of human beings, and it is incomparable with the church system, especially in this era, even the descendants of the orthodox gods are rarely recorded in the long records. An example of condensing godhead fragments appeared.

In addition, the biggest doubt is: the physical characteristics of this monster are a bit too rich, so rich that it has hooves like a dog's claws, a body like a war horse, and hair like a lion...

Its existence seems to have been forcibly pieced together, and you cannot reverse its bloodline information from a single location.

If Rathma knew the truth, he would probably vomit blood immediately with depression, because this image was originally created by Kevin temporarily.

It originally wanted to become a unicorn, but Pu'er didn't like such monotonous labelling;

But this eldest lady of the Allen family is good at adventure and not painting, and she is weak in composition and design.

In the end, under her request, Kevin turned into the current appearance that looks beautiful and imposing at first glance or from a distance, but is full of contradictions and disobedience upon closer inspection.

That is to say, Kevin really dotes on this cat that likes to ride on his back too much, so he is willing to satisfy her wish unconditionally, completely up to her temperament.

As for the breath of "Divine Fragment", it was deliberately released by Kevin to deceive Rasma.

From being sealed at the end of the last epoch to now, almost an entire epoch has passed, and it is only today that he can officially make a move. Kevin cherishes it very much, and Pu'er, who has a similar experience, also cherishes it.

They hope to prolong this happiness as much as possible and taste the sugarcane carefully.

Anyway, the reason is very legitimate, to buy as much time as possible for the reunion of Karen and Diss.

Pu'er looked at Rathma below, and pointed to the gate of order in the sky blocked by the dharma body:

"Take back your Dharma Body, otherwise you won't be able to display your strength, and I won't have enough fun playing."

Rathmah: "Do you think I'm going to fall for something so obvious?"

"Puchi..." Pu'er was amused by Rasma, "Don't worry, this time, we won't go to blow up the temple again, it won't happen, it really won't happen."

Rathma spread his palms, and a small stone tablet emerged.

Pu'er: "The Eskechin Stele."

One of the 12 Knights of Order, the relic of Eskchin, was originally sealed in the Temple of Order, but was sensed by Rathma, and left the small world on his own initiative, and came into the hands of young Rathma.

"You actually recognize it?"

Few people know about it, because Eskchin is one of the adults with the most low-key character and the least records among the gods of the branch of order. He likes to carve and make works of art, and he doesn't like to keep them. He often completes them by himself or Ask a few friends and gods to appreciate it before destroying it.

"Of course I recognize it. Not only do I recognize it, but I also know that there is a whole set of marks of war artifacts sealed inside."

"Who are you from Diss?"

This stele, Rathma, is rarely used in front of people, because it is the highest-level sacred object he owns. It is not an artifact, but it is not inferior to ordinary artifacts.

He would use its power only when challenging Diss, and at other times, he didn't need it.

But it was embarrassing that every time he challenged Diss, Diss would enter a new realm one step earlier than him, and then take advantage of the realm to suppress him.

So even with such a sacred object in hand, it hardly really exerts its full effect and fights heartily.

"Who am I, Diss? Diss, but I grew up watching him."

"Are you the cat?"

"Presumptuous, do you ever talk to elders like this?"

Pu'er raised the magic wand in his hand, waved it around in the air, and chanted:

"The God of Fire Kingdom, open."

A flame cave appeared out of thin air, and inside was a world of tumbling lava.

When Pu'er casts spells, it can be found that Kevin's power is gathering in her body. Pu'er can give full play to it and vent it at will. Anyway, there is a god who is continuously supplying herself.

Some imaginations that were once wild and unconstrained finally had the opportunity to be implemented this time, which was something she could not do even at her peak.

"Little Rathma, you have lived here for so long, I think, you don't want the aftermath of our battle to destroy this place, come to my kingdom of God, let's let go and have a good fight, you how do you feel?"

"My task is to block the gate of order and wait for their arrival. They are almost here."

The 12 beams of light are getting closer and clearer.

Rathma took two steps back and set the stele on the ground. The stele became larger, and a phantom of a set of black armor appeared, sheltering Rathma inside.

He won't go in, he would rather not avenge the previous slap, he just stands here, waiting for the elders of the temple to come officially.

The smile on the corner of Pu'er's mouth gradually subsided, and her gaze also turned cold. She said:

"Little Rathma, you are not as cute as before."

...

On the roof of the Broadcasting Building in Luojia City in the distance, Alfred has already set up his easel, and his paintbrush is also drawing quickly.

Dickno's figure appeared, walked behind Alfred, saw the drawing paper and said:

"I didn't expect that the production of murals was so simple."

"In the last era, haven't you seen the production of murals?"

"In my time, the mural system was already very mature. The murals I saw since I was a child were no different from what this generation of order believers saw."

"Compared to Symmetra and Order?"

"The text is relatively easy to modify, but the murals are more difficult to modify, especially the murals on the special buildings of the Holy See and the temple, which involve the internal formation and cannot be modified at all."

"I understand, this is indeed the wisdom of the predecessors." Alfred stopped his brush, looked ahead, and shook his head in disappointment, "It seems that our former high priest is not going to do anything."

Di Kenuo said: "A few people who can sit in the position of the chief priest are stupid. He can concentrate on government affairs and at the same time successfully condense the fragments of the godhead, which is already remarkable."

In the history of the divine religion, there were very few people who had done great sacrifices and were able to be introduced into the temple, because the energy of a person's life is limited.

"I think our Miss Pu'er must be very angry now."

"I have something to ask you, Mr. Alfred."

"Mr. Commander, please ask."

"What the hell is this doing?" Dickno looked around. "On the premise that we have the only god, what is the purpose of slowing down the pace of the situation?"

"You doubt that we have the ability to break the game quickly but don't use it?"

"Yes, even if the young master doesn't do anything, just Raniedar and the young master's grandfather should be able to handle the current situation."

"First of all, the young master needs to reach a consensus with Master Diss. Although there is basically no need to worry about failure, the process must be completed safely, because our Master Diss' attitude towards the God of Order... is a bit extreme.

Of course, from the standpoint of Master Diss, his attitude is really normal.

Furthermore, I think the young master also hopes to take this opportunity to seek the opportunity to completely assimilate the sculpture of hunger addiction, and complete his breakthrough in the stage of divine animal husbandry. "

"breakthrough?"

"Yes, the young master is practicing again, and his next level is to be a judge.

The Inmeles family was originally a family of judges in the church. At the same time, in the history of the Cult of Kosmos, it would be difficult to find a second judge like Master Diss.

I think, Master Diss is willing to lead...or in other words, the young master can use this opportunity to learn how to be a good judge from Master Diss. "

"I understand that these two things really take time."

"Another point is that the temple is an opponent, but not an enemy.

I think, neither the young master nor the master Diss is willing to completely break with the temple and turn the conflict into a civil war in the church. In that case, the only thing we can lose is the power of our order gods, especially in the power of the gods. In the context of returning, every high-level power is worth cherishing.

Of course, compromise is impossible. .

The necessary bloodshed and price must be paid, otherwise there is no way to make them remember.

I remember that Lord Tiranus once compared the Temple of Order to a kennel; now that I think about it, this analogy is really apt, no matter how well-behaved the dog is, it needs to be beaten from time to time, otherwise they will try to override the will of their master .

The high priest disagreed with this incident, but he also had no way to forcefully stop it for the sake of the overall situation. "

Di Kenuo: "So, we must first play out all the cards, release all the contradictions and confrontations, and finally achieve the goal at the lowest possible cost, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Alfred pulled out the cigarette case and handed it to Dickno.

Dickno waved his hand and refused, saying, "It's harmful to your health."

Alfred bit one by himself, and said with a smile: "You have been dead for so long, and you are still maintaining your health. No, you didn't seem to live long in your last life."

"I can't control my brain, it's addictive."

"There will be time for you to use it, don't worry."

Dickno twisted his neck lightly, and said: "It seems that the key to the final outcome is still on the young grandpa. I am looking forward to how many people who can condense three godhead fragments in this era can burst out." strength."

"I originally thought that a commander like you should hate individual heroism."

"In any era, there are always some individual existences that can become the monuments of that era. I don't like individual heroism, but I have to pinch my nose to admit their objective existence.

For example... In order to live longer, I planned to stop after the last successful simulation.

However, it has never been successful. I have continued to increase conditions and resources, and even incorporated some gods into the legion to make them individuals who do not care about sacrifices.

However, they all failed in the end.

You know,

Is there a reason why I keep failing? "

"Because he is too powerful."

"No, it's because of me, I don't want him to lose."

...

The 12 beams of light are approaching at an accelerated rate, and are about to complete this plan of internal and external integration.

Pu'er looked at the protected Rathma standing under the stele, silently pressed down the magic wand, and pointed at it.

She wanted to play slowly, but she didn't want to simply wait stupidly. This was simply a blasphemy against the watermelon Dali Wenluo planted.

Pu'er opened his mouth and sang:

"I will invite you to enter my kingdom of God."

The flame hole moved from the air to the ground, just under Rathma's feet. However, when the hole wanted to wrap it, it was restricted.

Rathma smiled and said: "Unless you want to destroy this place, you can't break through this Eskchin stele. It is the personal seal of Master Eskchin, and it is the clearest coordinate point in the world, and it will not be integrated into any external structure." boundary."

At this moment, Kevin raised his hoof, and a blue halo was released, covering the stele and the phantom of the armor.

The next moment, Rathma's eyes widened.

The phantom of the armor released by the stele actually shrank back into the stele, while the body of the stele that was standing in front of him began to shrink.

What kind of spell is this, what kind of talent is this?

Rathma stared fixedly at the disfigured monster: What the hell is it!

Rathma's figure disappeared instantly, trying to get out of the range of the hole, but Pu'er just lifted the wand, and the hole directly absorbed Rathma.

"Little Rasma, I am very angry that you dare to threaten me with this street. I have lived here much longer than you!"

Immediately, a hole appeared in front of Pu'er,

Kevin leaped, and then froze in mid-air.

Kevin blinked, and Pu'er held up his wand, motionless.

There was a slight wind that blew Kevin's hair, making it softer and more elegant, and also blew Pu'er's hair, and at the same time adjusted the angle of the hat a little.

After a while, Pu'er patted Kevin on the head, and then Kevin completed the second half of the jump and entered the hollow.

...

This is a world where the ground is completely rolling magma, filled with an extremely strong fire-attribute atmosphere.

After Rathma appeared here, he was observing the environment here. Suddenly, Pu'er riding on Kevin appeared above his head. The magic wand ignited flames, turned into a flaming sword, and slashed at him. down.

"boom!"

Rathma was sent flying, and there was a scorched mark on his right arm.

But soon, the second round of offensive came again, another sword strike.

"boom!"

Rathma was sent flying again, this time with a terrible burn on his chest.

Rasma was about to fight back. A temple of order was condensed under his feet. However, just as the temple was condensed, it was completely swallowed and melted by the magma below.

"What the hell is this enchantment!"

Creating an environment that he is best at to improve his combat effectiveness is a very common way of fighting. Rasma taught Karen this way last time.

But right now, this kind of enchantment that can completely engulf one's own spells, restrict all one's abilities, and make one's own can only be turned over and grilled lamb on the charcoal fire, Rathma has never experienced it, let alone heard of it.

Because since this era, he is the first person to enjoy such treatment.

Pu'er flicked the fire sword back, and danced a sword flower,

laughed:

"I told you, this is my kingdom of God."

...

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Pu'er rode Kevin, and both disappeared with Rasma, but the silent thunder sounded in different directions, which should be the movement of Rasma being beaten.

The dharma body in the sky that blocked the gate of order kept emitting flames, burning it horribly.

In Alfred's picture scroll, there is a picture of Pu'er and Kevin leaping in the air, but compared with the composition of the whole picture, it is still a bit monotonous and not rich enough.

Dickno asked curiously: "How do you draw next? Do you just leave a lot of blank space like this?"

Alfred shrugged: "It's okay, you can keep it and add the background later."

"Can murals be made like this?"

"It's just that after it becomes a mural, it's very difficult to modify it. I didn't say that it can't be modified in the draft stage."

"You are quite right."

Alfred took the painting off the easel, rolled it up carefully, and said, "This is a big event, and it will be included in "New Order Light" in the future."

"Um?"

["Light of the New Order": The first battle involving gods in this era was the civil war of the Cult of Order. 】