On the continent of Osaydoron, all creatures suddenly raised their heads and looked at the bright sun in the sky uneasily. Although the sun was bright, its brightness suddenly decreased a lot. Ordinary creatures without much wisdom relied on instinct to evolve and survive. They didn't know what had happened. The weakening of the sun made them think that a huge disaster was coming, so they ran around the mountains and fields. However, as smart creatures, crystal humans, seemed to have been notified, gathered regularly in the temple closest to them, and quietly waited for the clergy to make arrangements for them.

The original crystal of this plane was purple, lighter or thicker, but it was always this color. Tirathimus used supreme divine power to correct the basic rules of this world on the basis of crystal trees, not only making the shape of organisms no longer a ridge-like surface, but also using crystals to decompose light into multiple colors. Therefore, humans and animals have their own colors. As crystals with wisdom, on this basis, they have developed classification industries such as alchemy and decoration over a thousand years. People have clothes to cover their bodies and tools to work, Osedorn has become a colorful world.

When this special moment of change in the celestial phenomena comes, when people gather in the temple regularly, whether it is the Grand Temple or the Small Temple, they become colorful due to the refraction of various lights. Although this colorful color makes the temple lose its past elegance and less solemnity, no one is thinking of doing other things or chatting and laughing. People are silent, looking forward to the next instructions of the clergy. This is full of believers of Tirathimis. In this upcoming solemn moment, no one wants to go on a journey, and he may lose the opportunity to receive God's blessing.

At the same time, the same thing happened in all temples. The most spectacular one here is the Grand Temple of The Hague where Bishop Amhet is located. Hundreds of thousands of people are crowded in the square outside the temple. From the stairs in front of the temple gate, the stars and figures are gathered like waves of the starry sea, endless.

Amhet is the most powerful bishop among the eight bishops. He is recognized as the most promising first to become the archbishop. His staff is inlaid with a green jade, which is an extremely rare magic crystal. No one has ever seen this thing appear in others' hands, nor do they know what it is for. This adds a mysterious color to Amhet's strength. Some people even privately speculate that it was a gem given by God, to guide him towards the archbishop and even the pope.

Amhet looked a little sleepy and lacked sleep, but not many of the clergy were energetic. The oracles of Tirathimis recently released too intensively. The clergy had to spend a lot of effort to study those oracles to ensure that there was no deviation in the understanding of the oracles, and also arranged to execute these orders. Of course, they had to go around day and night, and after several days, they were basically on the verge of fainting and sleeping.

After the sun in the sky darkened, after a while, several small light spots flew out of the sun. The light spots circled around the sun for a moment, leaned down and rushed to the top of the crowd. It was the legendary sacred colorful dragon flying in the glory of the gods.

The dragon roar in the air resounded through the world, and Amhet woke up from a semi-confused state, twisting his thigh hard.

The ceremony is about to begin.

Accompanied by the soft and clear hymn of the male goddess of the choir, Amhet unfolded a skin on the altar in front of him, and waved his right hand to ignite it out of thin air. The skins used in the temple are all specially provided, and the source is very precious, because there are very few places where the skins can be produced in the Osaidoron continent. The skins were lit, and a misty mist enveloped the altar. In the fog, a place that was not the Osaidoron continent was slowly revealed in the fog. This is a magic of time and space. Hundreds of thousands of people on the square could directly see another space from the fog.

Amhet looked a little panicked, hesitated for a moment before he seemed to make up his mind, slowly walked to the fog, and began to chant long prayers. At first, he didn't feel how loud his voice was, but as he chanted, there seemed to be an indescribable pressure in the square slowly enveloped. Most of the people were already obsessed with the ground in panic because of the scenery displayed in the fog. This pressure spread, and they were almost prostrated and could not raise their heads at all on the ground.

In the heightened pressure, the howl of the dragon mixed with the choir's chant that resounded through the world, but Amhet was not suppressed at all. His voice was gradually increasing against common sense, so that every word behind him was spitting out his mouth, and the ground was shaking faintly.

Suddenly, the magic crystal stone on Amhet's staff emitted a dazzling light, hitting the undispersed weapon. The scenery in the fog instantly stabilized from a somewhat erratic state, like a window leading to the world in the mirror. And Amhet himself had almost doubled in height, and the pressure in the field seemed to be emitted from him to a large extent. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the clone of the gods on the Ossey Doron Continent.

There was less hesitation and anxiety between Amhet's eyebrows, and the majesty and calmness on his face were the majesty and calmness of God.

He raised his staff and walked into the world in the mist. It was also a square, but it was much larger than the Grand Temple of The Hague. It was so large that it could not even see the edge at first glance. And at this moment, the square was gathered in the square over there, but the gods in this plane. It was the square of the Supreme God Temple of Princess Fengling.

On the square of the Supreme Temple, six altars of different colors stand at this moment. The colors are different, and that is, the colors of the divine fire on the altar are different. The divine fire is soaring, and the six different colors represent six different divine powers. Basically, none of those divine powers are on the front.

Amhet stood in the square and looked at the Supreme Temple of God. At the top of the stairs of the temple, there was a familiar figure, a figure without any light, like an ordinary person. Next to him was a purple-haired princess.

Armhet leaned over and knelt down toward the familiar figure to express his piety to the Lord God he believed in, and shouted: "Great Tirathimus, obey your oracle, all your people in Osedoron have been assembled in Osedoron, and they are waiting to offer you all theirs to gain your glory!"

The person who seemed to be an ordinary person at the top of the stone steps turned his head and asked Princess Fengling: "If you regret it now, there is still a chance." The glory of Tiratmes did not need to be shown to anyone, including the servant gods in the square whose divine power was still conflicting with each other at the moment. Because he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man or a handsome middle-aged man.

Princess Fengling breathed a long sigh, and her wonderful eyes looked at the six altars, and her eyes seemed to be at the other end of the world: "There is nothing to regret. At this moment, I have been waiting for hundreds of thousands of years." The six pairs of blazing flames in the altar seemed to have suddenly increased a little without realizing it. To fight against the whole world with one's own strength, if you are not careful, you will be destroyed, and even your spiritual consciousness will not leave any scum!
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