The statue breaks and the projection shakes. How can the golden holy light thrown out hit the target in this situation?

Trov was kowtowing desperately, and suddenly a loud noise rang in his ears. He turned his head with trembling trembling and looked at it. He saw a twisted and chaotic golden light on the floor less than half a meter away from him, and was constantly eroding the space. The bricks and tiles in it completely violated the physical knowledge. They bent and deformed like noodles, and suddenly became fragmented and reorganized and formed.

"The power that can reverse the order of space and confuse it?"

As a divine messenger, Trov certainly could not recognize Fogaratin's power. He suddenly realized that Fogaratin's projection clone in this world... was preparing to kill himself?!

A feeling of disorganization that was completely different from when his divine nature was defiled came to his heart, and the only remaining expectation in his heart was quietly extinguished. He knew that he was completely betrayed by the gods!

"Is this the god?"

Ulu couldn't help asking, whether this question was asked by Fuga Latin or by himself. For the first time in his life, he witnessed the gods with his own eyes. Although it was just a clone projected on the statue, the excitement in his heart was actually difficult to calm down. This is a psychological phenomenon that every believer in God will have.

However, what the divine clone in front of him does not correspond to the image of the divine in his heart in any case.

The god did not attack himself, a real demon disciple, immediately, but wanted to kill the god envoy Trov...

Although Trov's divinity was defiled, he still believed in gods. However, this seemed nothing in the eyes of gods, or just because this god was Fugaladin? Gods who can protect the city of sin like Fugalasha are obviously not good people.

"But if gods also divide good and evil, then is there a distinction between good and evil among demons? What is the difference between this and humans?"

Ulu tried hard to find reasons to strengthen his beliefs, but found that there were flaws everywhere in this reason, and his thinking was difficult to improve.

On the other side, Old Ryan on the minaret looked at the broken statue of the god, but his smile became more and more intense. The statue was not broken by him, but he foresaw the breaking of the statue!

The statue of the god in Forgalasha City is just a level 4 god, and it has already appeared after years of decay. Old Ryan carefully cleaned and maintained the statue every day, and knew its situation well. As early as more than ten years ago, the statue had reached the point where it had to be replaced, but he had never applied to the higher temple. He was waiting for this moment!

The statue of God was broken, and the contract of God had no support, so it had to be interrupted. Without the protection of Fuga Latin, the city of chaos also came to an end!

The blood in the side abdomen was flowing more and more. This was Fogar Latin's punishment for delaying time. Old Ryan's mind gradually became dazed. He withdrew his gaze from the statue. Fogar Latin's projection clone was destined to disappear due to the breaking of the statue. He no longer had the energy to see that moment.

Trying to support his aging body, Old Ryan sat down slowly against the wall, his dry palms trembled into his arms, and after fumbled for a while, he finally found a ring, a ring woven with long green leaves.

The evergreen leaves are known for ten years of immortality and will never rot for a hundred years. Apart from this, they are an ordinary plant with no use, but they are not visible in this southern desert.

The long green leaf ring in the hand of Old Ryan was a gift given to him by a little girl.

The little girl twenty years ago, now twenty years later, is still a little girl, because her body can no longer grow in the past twenty years.

Carefully putting the ring on his left ring finger, Old Ryan seemed to suddenly relax, and looked up at the dusty ceiling, and the focal distance in his eyes gradually dissipated.

It was a little girl brought here by human traffickers. Seeing that she was pitiful, Old Ryan bought her with a small savings. After nearly twenty years, he still vaguely remembered the cuteness of the little girl when she called him "grandfather" affectionately, and the reluctance when she gave him the ring...

And the small corpse that she would never forget was abandoned on the streets and covered with blue and red skin, she was only twelve years old...

"Nannan, Grandpa doesn't know who harmed you, and he doesn't have the ability to avenge you, but the person who harmed you may have died long ago. This city of sin that shouldn't exist has finally turned into ruins today. This is the only thing Grandpa can do..." Old Ryan murmured in a low voice, "Nannan, don't be afraid, Grandpa will go with you soon..."

His voice became lower and lower, until it completely disappeared...

The divine clone in the sky was broken into stars at almost the same moment. Fuga Latin waved his arm, as if he wanted to stay in this world for a while, but the contract of God was interrupted with the breaking of the statue. Without this medium, he could no longer continue to bypass the blockade between the divine realm and the human world, and projected the clone onto the statue.

His actions were only futile, even if he was a god.

Losing the power of Fogaratin, the cracked statue could no longer stand in the air, falling from the air like ordinary garbage, and in which corner it turned into pieces.

But no one cares about the whereabouts of the statue.

Although the projection of Fauga Latin's clone disappeared, the blood rain fell from the sky was taken away by him, and the disturbing crying sounds never appeared again. All the survivors breathed a sigh of relief. Whether it was a natural phenomenon or a protection of the gods, their fortunes were temporarily saved.

However, after experiencing the baptism of blood rain, the city of Fogarasha has become a veritable city of ruins. In addition, the statue of the gods is broken, and this area is no longer protected by gods, and the demise of Fogarasha has become a certain fact.

Under the ground, inside the lobby.

Trov suddenly stood up, and the blood flowing down from his forehead made him look a little hideous. At this moment, he could no longer feel any divine aura on him. Instead, a stronger demonic aura emanated from him.

It seems that after experiencing the attack of the god Fauga Latin, he has completely fallen.

"Don't be impulsive! He is afraid he is more dangerous now than before!" Ulu pressed Olivia's eager body and whispered.

Olivia gritted her teeth. Although she was full of reluctance, she could only watch Trov pick up his magical staff and step by step into the void and leave from the crack at the top of the lobby. When Trov left, the evidence Olivia wanted was ruined.

"Thank you for saving me again. That...that gathered at the city gate at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, and the caravan's mission will continue."

Olivia struggled to stand up from Ulu's arms and said in a not very high volume. Her mood was very complicated at the moment. When she was grabbed by the palm of the sand, she thought that Ulu abandoned her and escaped alone. Now it seems that Ulu saved her again. When she woke up, she was still holding Ulu tightly. Although she knew it was the reason for the crying voice, it also made her feel heartbroken. She didn't know how to face Ulu for a moment.

So she simply left this sentence, used her spiritual power, summoned her spiritual body, and flew out of the lobby.

Ulu packed up his things and did not continue to stay in the lobby. After Trov became a demon, he seemed to have no intention of attacking the two of them, but no one could guarantee that he would return. This is not a place for long-term stay.

However, today's events brought him no less thoughts than Olivia's.
Chapter completed!