dark night.

"Boom!"

The huge bell tower rang, and a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye spread out, reaching every corner.

There is a huge altar, surrounded by tens of thousands of believers, all wearing elegant and noble black robes. Under the illumination of torches, they kneel respectfully at the center of the altar.

The stars are shining brightly and the night is deep.

The bell tolled and thousands of people prayed.

In the center of the altar, there is a tall stone tablet, which is a hundred feet long and as tall as a mountain.

The outside of the stele is carved into a magic tower, with more than a hundred stairs and a red stone carpet rolling down, as if to welcome the arrival of a big shot.

"Are we really going against our original intention to support a god?"

A short old man wearing armor, his red beard ignited with flames, was a little angry: "The tower has stood for tens of thousands of years, and it is the number one power in Northern Europe, but it never interferes in the disputes of faith among the gods.

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"If we express our attitude and support the goddess of the night, not only will we violate the taboos of the tower, but the other three gods and their families will not let us go!"

"If the plan fails, it will really end the war or drag us deeper into the war. It's hard to say!"

Hearing this, a relatively thin old man on the side, wearing a broken magic hat, rubbed a pumpkin staff in his hand and sighed slightly.

He understands his old friend's concerns.

The Tower of Heras has a history of 100,000 years since its establishment.

But in these hundred thousand years, the Tower has never intervened in the disputes of faith among the gods. Instead, it has received sponsorship from the gods to maintain the stability of Northern Europe.

"Northern Europe...can no longer continue to be internally depleted."

He sighed quietly and with one word, the grumpy old knight fell silent.

"The sacred tower has protected Northern Europe for tens of thousands of years, and there has never been much trouble."

"But since the fall of the God Lord, the thousands of years of war have exposed many problems. Even if we try to solve and repair them, the actual effect is minimal."

"For the sake of the position of the Lord of the Gods, the Nordic gods were worried about being threatened, and even dared to murder a god of victory who was about to return."

"Haha, the local gods who have made us proud for tens of thousands of years gave up the opportunity to solve the hidden dangers in Northern Europe in one go for their own interests. They are fools who have no overall perspective."

The old magician said, his clear eyes falling on the magic tower.

Now, the situation has changed drastically.

A big change occurred in the Northland. According to the prophecy, the Harvest Divine Court was supposed to rise, but the gods tried their best to suppress it.

The fifth demon king arrived and successfully annihilated the reinforcements from the Middle Earth. He used the results of the Harvest Palace and the Hall of Valor to refine an artifact with overwhelming demonic energy.

As you can imagine, this artifact is more powerful than the Sword of Victory!

And the original arrangement was no longer useful due to the willful destruction of the gods.

Obviously, when the local God of Victory returns, he will definitely drive out the demonic forces.

The originally good situation deteriorated step by step under the calculations of the gods, which made the law enforcers of the Tower of Heras feel inexplicably sad.

The results of internal friction are obvious.

The five demon kings are wreaking havoc in Northern Europe, and people in the alliance are wary of each other stabbing themselves in the back. War breaks out frequently, cities and countries are destroyed, and millions of people are displaced every year.

The Hall of Heroes is ready to make a move, maybe it has already been arranged to come in.

The most worrying thing is that the Demon King of the Northland dared to hunt gods, refine artifacts, and mastered giant divine weapons. His current whereabouts are unknown.

The law enforcers who were trapped in the Far North were obviously caught in a trap and were caught in advance. They had no time to return to the North to help, allowing the Gluttonous Demon King to succeed in his plan.

"Besides, we don't really choose a god."

The assistant came forward, stood beside the old magician, and smiled respectfully: "Northern Europe is facing a catastrophe, and God's response is needed to maintain the safety of Northern Europe."

"indeed."

The old magician smiled. He glanced at the sacrifices on the magic tower and had his own plan.

On the exquisitely carved altar, a crystallized body of the devil was teleported over immediately by Joyce.

In this way, the divine descending technique can be used to station an incarnation of the god in the Tower of Heras looking over the whole of Northern Europe. This is very important for building defense lines throughout the whole territory.

"Buzzing..."

The night is darker.

At this time, it was already midnight.

The altar suitable for the descent of gods began to vibrate slightly, and the magnificent breath continued to overflow, setting off billowing air waves.

For a time, in the dark night, the air flow was turbulent, strong winds were everywhere, mixed with lightning and thunder.

god,

Arrival in Northern Europe is very close.

"Shua..."

A waterfall of black light, like a bolt of thunder, suddenly struck the altar.

In the exploding black mist, a graceful figure could be vaguely seen, and the carrier slowly walked out of it with an elegant posture.

In an instant, the night became darker and darker, but tens of thousands of believers shouted loudly and knelt on the ground to welcome God's arrival.

Finally, the two law enforcers looked at each other and took a deep breath.

They stepped forward, slowly knelt down on the ground, and said, "Welcome to the goddess."

In the Temple of Life, the evil goddess stared at a pool of clear water, frowning frivolously, with a hint of expectation between her beautiful eyebrows.

next moment.

White light breaks through the sky, and sword rivers flow...

"boom--"

The sealed body of the Demon King——exploded!

Joyce's group of strong men who came in a hurry were suddenly blown away by a roaring black wave. They jumped into the sky and stopped to look at the huge mushroom cloud rising from the Tower of Heras, covering a thousand miles in radius.

His face was full of shock.

"Lie..."

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cliff.

A holy girl, wearing a light green palace dress, sat on a steep cliff, with two white and slender calves exposed, like lotus leaves swaying in the breeze.

She quietly looked into the distance. She had long dark green hair, emerald gold pupils, flawless and exquisite facial features, and a gem-like blue scale between her white eyebrows.

Her pink lips opened slightly, and she hummed an unknown song, which was cheerful, joyful, and moved people.

Pure, flawless singing,

Soothing the confused souls of soldiers,

Guide them gently on their journey to their hometown.

Holy, pure...

A girl is as clean as a snow lotus rooted on the top of a mountain, untainted by the dirty world.

"call out!!"

A huge skull crashed down, murderous intent filled the air, and the void was filled with a depressing aura.

The dragon's mouth opened, and the priest walked out in embarrassment with his men, dragging his wounds.

The four demons walked step by step, and suddenly stopped when they were less than ten meters away from the girl.

"His Majesty."

The priest was the first to kneel on the ground.

He was quite nervous, and hot sweat broke out on his cold scalp.

The Sword of Victory... ah no, that artifact was not captured. Instead, it consumed the divine power transmitted by the Demon God by smuggling across the boundary wall. In terms of the loss of foundation, it exceeded expectations.

He has a noble status among the demons, but he is also afraid of the Green Scale Demon King's method of punishing his subordinates, which is extremely cruel and ruthless, making him, a cold-blooded creature, tremble.

"Sacrifice Your Excellency, why are you so scared?"

The girl said calmly, she stared into the distance, her emerald gold snake eyes reflected a silent battlefield.

"Your Majesty, I messed up the task assigned by Your Majesty, please punish me severely."

The priest said steadily, but his body was trembling a little.

His gaze turned to the billowing dust and smoke at the bottom of the mountain range, the one-sided battlefield.

The snake demon with double blades on his waist, leading the demon clan loyal to the Lamia clan, is cleaning the battlefield.
To be continued...