Goras was like a god standing on the top of a mountain overlooking all living beings. As his words fell, a dazzling light fell from mid-air.
Covering Vader impartially, making him unable to move.
"Teacher, I'm sorry, but this is all for the empire."
The bound Vader was not as panicked as he imagined, and he didn't even pay attention to the light on his body.
"Goras, I remember teaching you a lesson. In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies will be revealed."
Goras did not respond directly to this question, but chuckled lightly:
"You also said that nothing is absolute and don't let go of any details."
Vader didn't speak anymore, and took a slight step forward. The light beam that bound him shattered in an instant, like glass shards, cracking layer by layer.
Goras was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "Sure enough, I know that I am not the only one making progress. Teacher, you are much stronger than before."
As he said this, he shook his head with regret, "You shouldn't have come back!"
"You want to kill me?" Wade asked in a dull voice.
"No, there is no irreconcilable conflict between us, as long as you are a bystander," Goras replied in a tone that sounded like an old friend whom he had not seen for many years.
"You start fighting as soon as you meet, and you say you have no conflicts. Who are you trying to coax?"
The sudden words interrupted the conversation between the two of them, and they both turned their heads to find the source of the sound.
Joey ran over with an anxious look on his face, the sheriff's uniform on his body was covered in dust, and his black eyes stared at the two of them nervously.
"Captain, I'm sorry!"
Joey's appearance seemed to have been expected by Wade, and he just nodded calmly.
"I guess it's because of you that they found this place."
Joey scratched his head in embarrassment, glanced at Goras, and said hastily:
"I didn't expect that he was going to deal with you."
Then he brought the topic to Goras: "The people you brought are all dead. Bishop, let's go. The dark matter has also fallen into the hands of the disciples. There is no hope."
It's not that Joey wants to be a peacemaker, but he always feels that all the fighting and fighting now are the work of that one person.
Moreover, in the spiritual vision, the illusory door appeared more solid after absorbing the energy generated by the aftermath of the battle between the two demigods.
Although I don’t know what the consequences will be, just stop Him.
Moreover, Joey also figured out a lot from some of their previous conversations.
As Goras said, there are no irreconcilable conflicts. It is good to sit down and talk. There is no need to fight.
Huh? Why is there still a steady stream of energy gathering here?
Joey couldn't figure it out, so he could only turn on his spiritual vision to the maximum, trying to find the source.
"Is that what you're talking about?" Goras looked in one direction with a serious look.
It was a man in black robes. He was walking out slowly, holding a beautifully carved box in his hand.
The strange thing is that Wayne, who was supposed to be with Vader, walked up to Gorath with an evil smile on his face.
The corner of Joey's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he looked at the other person in surprise.
What's happening here? Is he from Goras? Then why do you want to kill all those knights?
The atmosphere at the scene fell into an eerie silence.
Vader in his mythical state has no face, so it is impossible to judge his expression at this time, but it can be judged from his voice that he also has no idea that Wayne will do these things.
"You were lying to me from the beginning to lure me here?"
"Of course!" He admitted without hesitation, then stared at Vader with a cold gaze, his face with dry skin and protruding veins, and said through gritted teeth:
"How could Leila die if it weren't for you?"
Joey looked at the people on both sides, curled his lips in a subtle way, and complained in his heart: "There is still a melon, judging from the order of the two parties, is this a love triangle or a twilight love? Extraordinary people are having fun."
Wade was silent for a long time, and then his deep and deep voice sounded:
"What is your purpose?" He deliberately avoided Leila's question.
Joey moved his steps and walked slowly to Wade's side. He still chose to trust captain Vader Wesker over Bishop Gorath.
Why! The captain, as a high-sequence demigod, was tricked by a sequence 6 disciple. As expected, women only affect the speed of drawing the sword. After a few words of complaint, Joey turned to say:
"They want to open the sealed object 0-09"
"Sure enough," Wade sneered, "You are still having those stupid dreams."
As a demigod who has lived for hundreds of years, he naturally knows what 0-09's abilities are.
The wanderer who travels in the starry sky, the controller of the gate of all realms, in a sense, he does have the ability to escape from the land abandoned by the gods.
However, don’t forget that He has the extraordinary characteristic of being unstable.
Perhaps what is opened is not a portal to the outside world, but another door to the abyss.
Another nickname for 0-09 is the Gate of the Abyss.
He may open the way to the devil.
This method has actually been advocated by some people, but no one has been able to find the true identity of 0-09, and it is impossible to verify whether this method is feasible.
"No, this is not a dream." Goras opened his mouth, revealing a row of sharp wolf teeth, pointed at Joey, and said excitedly:
"I received a revelation from the Lord, the people in the prophecy appeared, and we are finally heading towards the light."
Joey let out a light 'tsk'.
What does it have to do with me, prophecy, what the hell?
"Goras, I remember that I taught you that extraordinary people are a group of mental patients who can lose control at any time. This is due to the force majeure of potions. Don't believe those nonsense."
Magic potions are originally taken from magical beasts, exotic beasts, and extraordinary plants. While they have magical power, they also have their out-of-control characteristics.
"You can be sure that the revelation comes from the true God and not from the devil's temptation."
Goras fell into deep thought and said after a long time:
"I tried, and He allowed me to successfully advance to Demigod."
Boss, give me a thumbs up, it’s that guy, I want to be promoted to Demigod too! Joey looked at Goras with envy.
Without waiting for Wade to question him, he looked down at the wolf-turned-hands and said excitedly:
"He didn't lie to me. Teacher, look, I am now strong enough to fight with you."
"Every gift is marked with chips, Goras, you're crazy"
The price required for the gift of a demigod is absolutely unbelievable.
Looking at the hair on Goras' body that gradually turned from red to black, it was easy to judge that the power was not obtained through normal channels.
Although the power of some evil gods is powerful, it will be accompanied by their dark attributes. If they are contaminated by these things, the recipient will be trapped in a situation of eternal disaster.
It's probably the 'Color of Stars', Joey guessed, and asked casually:
"My Lord Bishop, can you call him by his honorable name now?"
Goras' originally excited face fell instantly, and finally turned into confusion.
"Who is He?"
Joey glanced sideways at Wayne, who had been silent for the whole time. He was now holding the box, looking dazed and excited.
Wayne slowly opened the box in his hand and murmured to himself:
"The light thief of the dark side of the universe, the source of all filth. You are a being darker than the abyss. Light will not exist because of you."
The originally confused look on Goras's face suddenly came back to his senses at the moment when Wayne was chanting his honorable name, and he roared with fear on his face:
"No, He is the filthy one. How could He be the filthy one?"
Joey looked at the crazy-looking Goras and asked softly:
"Captain, what should we do now?"
Looking at Vader's head without features, he always felt that it would be sucked in. He deliberately avoided it and did not dare to look.
Wade's laughter came from all directions.
"Joy, let's go, get out of here! Don't get involved in the royal family fight anymore." At this point, his voice paused and whispered: "At least until you have enough power to protect yourself."
"Captain, where else can I escape?" Joey shook his head and sighed helplessly.
He looked up at the sky, where there was colorful mist, no sunshine, no warmth.
. . .
At the same time, a large number of civilians gathered outside the imperial capital.
"People of Senegal, take up the weapons in your hands and listen to the revelation from the Lord. Let us overthrow this decadent kingdom and create a new country with no nobles, no slaves, equality and fairness."
"We are not rebels, we are supporters of the goddess, who will bring new light to Senagaal"
Beckett's voice was urgent and inflammatory, and behind him, Alyssa, who was wearing a gorgeous palace dress, looked domineering and showy.
"Open the city gates and welcome the goddess. She will bring fertility to Senagal. The seeds of food will be sprinkled on every land. You will no longer have famine, disease, and pain."
Alyssa's pretty little face was full of exhaustion. She had done this kind of thing many times, and the team was gradually expanding, and now it has become a huge army.
She listened boredly to Beckett's roar, glanced at the maid next to her who was holding her long skirt, and whispered: "I'm so tired, can I go back? I still have to do experiments."
"Your Highness, please hold on a little longer," the maid comforted in a low voice.
Crunch!
The closed city gate slowly opened, and Beckett's face suddenly showed joy. Before he could recover, an arrow flew past his head, scaring him so much that he almost fell down.
As the city gate opened, a flood of soldiers followed.
"Protect Your Highness and prepare for battle" he roared loudly.
. . . .
Elsewhere, the second prince Charles, wearing silver-white armor, was riding on a horse. His army also arrived in the imperial city.
He drew out the sword from his waist and pointed at the edge of the sword, as if he was trapped in the formation.
"Call me~"
For a time, the sound of gold and iron horses echoed through the sky like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
Chaos, chaos, the whole Senegal is in chaos. Divided into three forces.
The Imperial Knights, headed by Emperor Engel, defended the imperial city.
At the east gate, the rebel army led by Charles launched a siege in the name of overthrowing the tyranny. This army was well-equipped and was on par with the defenders.
Simon is a motley army of civilians organized by Alyssa and Beckett. Their biggest feature is that they are all uneven.
There are no sophisticated weapons or uniform clothing. They come from different classes, including slaves, businessmen, nobles, extraordinary people, and more ordinary people.
Compared with the other two armies, they are much inferior, but now, the number of their armies is several times larger than the two combined.
The smoke spread rapidly from the east and west points to the entire Senegal in a virus-like manner. Blood stained the earth red, and mourning was their main tone.
At the rear of the army, Alyssa put her chin in her hands and looked at the sky in confusion. She thought the colorful mist was very beautiful.
Beckett walked in with excitement on his face and bowed respectfully:
"Your Highness, our army has opened the city gate, and it won't take long before we can enter the inner city."
She didn't understand what it meant, but she just found it boring. She opened her beautiful eyes and asked:
"Beckett, have you found Joey? I haven't seen him for a long time."
Beckett lowered his head, a strange expression flashed across his face, but he quickly restrained himself, stood up, and said with a flattering smile:
"Don't worry, Your Highness, the people sent out have already found out that Joey is in the inner city. As long as we get in, we can meet him soon."
"Why are we fighting?" She seemed troubled by this question.
"This is not a war, but a rescue. We are saving Senegal, which is oppressed by the nobles. Don't you want to see a world without famine and slaves?" Beckett's voice was very soft, guiding him step by step.
"But I don't like to be a princess, nor do I want to be a royal highness. I just want to plant flowers. I don't like to see people die. Tony is dead, and Joey is so sad."
Alyssa tried hard to express her dissatisfaction. Although she couldn't figure out what was right or wrong, the feeling was uncomfortable.
"Without the nobility, there will be no more wars. When the time comes, no one will be sad. You can plant the entire Senegal with flowers."
"Really?" Alyssa, who has never changed for the better from beginning to end, has always been the innocent girl. She picked up her skirt and turned it around in a circle, and said excitedly: "What kind of world will that be? Well, Joey must like it very much. He said that in his hometown, there is no hunger, no war, no nobility, and no royal family."
. . .
After leaving the camp, Beckett's originally smiling face suddenly turned gloomy. He glanced at the guards and said in a low voice: "Protect Your Highness!"
"yes!"
The guarding soldiers shivered all over.
Even though Beckett was like an amiable uncle in front of Alyssa, outside, he was known as a tyrant.
Anyone who dares to disobey his orders will never survive a day.
Along the way, everyone who saw him lowered their heads and saluted.
Beckett liked this feeling of being in a position of superiority.
Who would have thought that in just a few months, he would go from a small farmer to a controller capable of commanding tens of thousands of troops.
This is all thanks to Alyssa, who cultivated the seeds that allowed the team to gradually expand.
A seed that can mass-produce food in a mutated land can be said to be invincible in a land abandoned by gods.
"I just don't know if anyone will regret their original decision after seeing me."
Beckett looked at the firelight in the distance, which was in the direction of the inner city.
At the beginning, the order received was to kill Alyssa.
He was glad that he had a hand in hand. At first, he was just afraid that the other party would cross the river and burn the bridge, so he wanted to grab some leverage.
After all, assassinating an imperial princess is not a small crime. Who would have thought that Alyssa would give him such a big surprise later.
Of course, Alyssa’s identity was not known at that time.
