Cole Fallon and Arribas have been fighting each other in the Dark Council for many years, and have also put countless spies around each other. Therefore, to hide from each other, one must show "sincerity".
So he mobilized a large number of troops to occupy the alien ark bathed by the power of the gods, and launched an attack on another alien ark that was breathing, making everyone believe that he came for revenge.
This is very good, very good, very good.
But the suggestion of the gods was not so easy to comprehend. Although he felt these patterns rippling in his mind, he still couldn't grasp the thin thread in the wind.
There is nothing to do about this, after all, the mind of an mortal is just a wisp of mist when facing the chaotic wind inextricable.
Although this is a lesson that has benefited a lot, it is not enough.
"Only respect the eternal eight-fold voice..."
The time of contemplation was over, and Cole Fallon, the Lord of Faith, one of the two giants of the Dark Council, stood up and picked up his Dark Book.
He had a pale face as white as a corpse, his eyes seemed to be smoldered with eternal fire of hatred, his red armor was gilded with precious gems, and his bright brocade dyed robe.
As the former adoptive father of the Primrose Luo Jia, he strictly said that he was not an Astarte, because he was already very old at that time and was not suitable for transformation. However, out of his respect for his adoptive father, Luo Jia still transformed him to a certain extent to adapt to the Terminator armor. However, he might not have thought that this person would take him on the path of chaos in faith in the future.
After completely throwing himself into the arms of the destruction of the gods, Colephalon also received supernatural blessings. His former aging has gone far away and he no longer needs to use special armor like a wheelchair. The power of darkness surges in his blood. Only at some point may the Eight-Level Chaos promote him to an immortal existence.
When he walked out of the prophet's dome, several rows of teams with dark wine-colored red armor and horn-shaped helmets were standing outside.
Looking around, the entire square and garden were twisted, and the buttresses on the walls were like ugly heads, and black iron and steel thorns flashed with sluggish light among the guard walls and niches. They were not useless, but for punishment and rituals.
The demon's phantoms kept floating past the spikes, but they could not enter it. No legion knew better how to use and subdue the demons than the Word Bearer.
"Drackmas."
Colefalon summoned his acolyte with a low voice, and soon a warrior in the Terminator came over, with two gargoyles on his shoulders that seemed to be condensing flesh, chattering endlessly, but this did not affect his own speech.
"My Lord."
"How was the process of the destruction of the Titan Temple?"
"It's soon, it will take about 3-4 hours."
"Um."
The Lord of Faith nodded. Since the hints of the gods were vague, then the simplest method was to search one place at a time.
After no clues were found in other areas, he turned his eyes to the only "safe" place in the dead world, and guessed that his target was very likely to be here.
Of course, things have to be found and things have to be done.
"Those dirty aliens are already frightened birds. We only need to launch another attack to completely destroy them, use their souls to contribute to the great Eighth Voice, send messages to the fleet, and make them accurate in attacking-"
Suddenly, Colefalon stopped and he raised his head.
"Gods..."
I saw that the fleet that was supposed to be parked above the dome of the ark fell apart in a slow motion of silent pantomime, as if an invisible sharp blade cut them open like a toy.
Then, a flash appeared, and a colorful beam of light penetrated the heavy armor plate, serving the Murder-class cruiser, the Holy Debate, which had served the Sectarian Legion for dozens of centuries. The entire bow was lifted, the hull structure was exposed to the void, throwing many lives to death. The engine behind another frigate was hit, and in a flash it turned into an expanded plasma cloud mixed with large pieces of ruins...
The sudden attack caught the Word Bearers off guard. The fleet hurriedly tried to disperse and fight back, but their speed was too slow, and even the time to find an opponent was enough to die several times.
"The fleet was attacked!"
"Who launched the attack? Is the sharp-eared alien? But aren't their fleet very weak?"
"Damn it! We have to go back to the ship to fight back."
"Did they actually launch an attack?"
Although the soldiers present were shocked, Colefaron's voice was dull, angry and hoarse.
"Very good, it seems that the lesson I taught them before was not profound enough..."
He slowly raised the eight-pointed scepter in his hand, and the power of darkness flashed on it.
"No need to panic, the gods are born with us, their hearts are in chaos, their curses are bound by their bodies, and no one will remain in front of us."
Although the fleet was hit by a painful attack, Colefaron was very annoyed, but he did not take it too seriously. Neither the fleet of the pseudo-Emperor nor the alien fleet could fight against the Octopus. He would summon the demons to give the visitor a head-on attack.
A mere gang of dead people who are surviving can be wiped out by a blink of an eye!
"Preparation ceremony-ah!"
Suddenly, Colefaron's voice, who was about to issue an order, was filled with pain, and the soldiers around him turned their heads one after another.
The Lord of Faith covered his forehead, and at some point he saw it, and saw a huge burning phoenix pounced towards him. He was so small and so powerless...
"how..."
"The bastards of the Seventeenth Legion."
A loud voice suddenly echoed in the sky, which was very pure Gao Gothic.
"If you want to die more, don't run around and wait for the trial, otherwise I will send you to a place where you would rather die than go."
The voice was so contemptuous that the speakers roared and cursed.
"And, Cole Fallon, pray hard to the evil god you believe in. This will be the last time your big mouth, which is dirtyer than the toilet."
Cole Fallon looked into the sky, and the sharp alien warship swaggered into the artillery fire of the Word Bearer warship, but this was not the small boat they saw before, it was a big ship, a large ship they rarely saw...
After a moment, he narrowed his eyes and remembered a previous rumor.
"Eternal...Royal Court."
At this moment, dozens of fireballs attacked the Ark World from the largest warship, and Colefaron immediately yelled.
"Prepare for war! The ceremony is held immediately!!!"
Just as the word-bearers began to summon slaves to prepare for defense, the fireballs had already landed one by one near the prophet's dome.
The eternal sacred fire, which is even larger than a thunder eagle (forgotten readers can go back to see Chapter 2827) dives down with a shining flame, and its scattered laser light emits around, shattering a cluster of ghosts hidden in the shadows, and then steadily lowers the height.
Chapter completed!