Breaking through the outer defense circle of the God's Kingdom in one fell swoop, Lysatos entered the core.
He concealed himself and left quickly, the landing site just now would be like a piece of rotten stinky meat thrown into the garbage can, attracting half of the prayer guards of the Kingdom of God. Several times on the way they brushed up against squads of heavily armed elves, but were not noticed.
Leaving the noise behind, Lysatos calculated from the wind speed he flew out of 80 sari, no longer see the elves out, find a secluded terrain to land. Before breaking out of the energy turbulence, he felt that every scale was like being ravaged by a siege hammer, and the flesh underneath must be full of bruises.
Lysatos in a hidden depression to use strange things to heal themselves, a wave of positive energy to make the evil camp of the spirit suction monster quite feel uncomfortable. After hitching a ride all the way, Iraduni lifted the super-state change and said, "Bad road conditions, more bumpy than overtraveling from hell, I'm starving, go see if there's a pre-dinner snack nearby, you stay here."
"Crazy arrogance, serving the Lord of the Nine Hells for a hundred years has made you eyeball the gods to this extent? The Master of the Kingdom of God knows where we are at all times, but it's just a time difference with His supplicants by virtue of speed."
"Heck yeah, know know, didn't you say the Lord of Rituals would not be able to spare his hand. Also, when I came in, I calculated the circumference and arc of the God's Kingdom boundary section, this is not a simple circular plane, so you can find the center of the God's Kingdom, not to mention that the Lord of Rituals is not necessarily in the center, so I went to gather information, right, Lord Commander?"
The spirit-sucking monster went away upside down, but Lysatos felt that his grand excuse was just a cover for his appetite for the brains of the prayers, and his back looked like a hungry man who had spent half his life in prison without eating anything serious.
The pale green sacred sigh has three additional states, he switched to [Constant Medical], can feel the stagnant blood is kneaded away and melted, tendons and flesh warm and comfortable like a low-temperature lava bath.
An undetectable seismic wave swept across his feet, this shaking was not even enough to spill water from the cup, but it was too frequent, ten times in just a few minutes of standing.
That's when the Iraduni mind transmitted: Come to me, something has been found. The spirit-sucking monster's tone was interspersed with a few nervous shrill laughs, and Athas warriors who knew his style well understood that he was annoyed.
Whatever he found, he didn't get to eat anyway, Lysatos made a judgment.
Nieron's divine kingdom was several times larger than the Golden Dragon's demiplane, as vast as a small material plane. Lysatos flew against the low hills, the terrain became more and more low-lying, and eventually he saw a shimmering lake, the surface of which was reflected in a brilliant gold, like flowing gold.
On the shore of the lake was an elven settlement, somewhere between urban and rural in size. The complex, which can accommodate thousands of elves, should have revealed a peaceful hustle and bustle, but now, it is dead silent, as if it were a freshly unearthed but well-preserved relic.
Lysatos changed from dragon to human and walked through the beautifully patterned Tyrian-style buildings. It was so quiet that the sound of footsteps echoed in solitude, giving a sense of terror that one could turn the corner and run into the gods of life and death. Lysatos turned the corner and didn't see the scythe-carrying, black-cloaked Grim Reaper, but he did see the spirit-sucking monster with an unhappy face and tentacles whipping from side to side.
"Gee, I thought you'd turn into humanoid form and be like a two-headed troll with two heads on your shoulders and turn your head down to give yourself a wet kiss."
The golden dragon knew the source of his whining; there was no tasty brain juice here because there were no elven prayers, not a single one.
When mortal beings die, their souls are swept into the mighty River Styx, accompanying the millions of dead downstream into the Underworld - the jurisdiction of the current god of the dead, Klanwar. Although the king of the dead of the orderly neutral camp only [death] [the dead] two divine positions, but Ferrum is indispensable one of the powerful divine power.
Fearing death, mortals call him the "Judge of the Condemned", and Klanwar faithfully performs his duty by picking out the arrogant faithless and the despicable hypocrites from the thousands of souls that pour into the underworld every day, and nailing them to the wall of faithlessness as a warning from the gods to mortals.
Then the rest of the souls are sorted, packed, wholesale ... according to their different beliefs before they were born, no, they are returned to the messenger of the deity and brought into their respective gods' kingdoms. The soul enters the divine kingdom to regain a body, and the body's age strength is based on the degree of piety before birth.
The divine power merges with the soul into a physical body, and this is the prayer merger. The praying person will enjoy an eternal life within the kingdom of God without illness or disaster, and will never be able to leave the kingdom of God.
Mortals put their faith in the gods and the gods repay them with eternal life. This is the basic structure of the agreement between the gods and the people that sustains the existence of the gods.
Nieron also did not jump out of the framework of the unique, but after the death of his faith in the Tia, the soul will be collected directly to the Kingdom of God, provided that there is an altar or shrine around.
Lysatos casually pushed open a door, the house is neatly furnished depressingly suffocating. One can imagine the prayers of those who live here waking up every morning to praise Nieron in the same stereotypical tone, then attending a long morning prayer, filling in a painting or two or writing a religious chant for their favorite painting at lunchtime. After a nap, he sat around a sumptuous dining room with family and friends and enjoyed hot herbal tea, reminiscing about his life and looking forward to the years of eternal peace. But I'm afraid he never had the chance to finish his tea.
Cups have been cold, vanilla tea floating a thin layer of ash. Lysatos wiped on the table, estimated that the prayers and abandoned at least three days. He snapped his fingers at the spirit sucker, who said coldly, "What do you take me for? A third-rate restaurant waiter?"
"The ingrate who saves the prophecy system scrolls. Come on, you're the one who said you wanted to gather information."
Iraduni silently sent [Time Seal], the past influence of this area presented before his eyes, and he locked the prayers to leave the strongest traces of emotion. The master of the house just put the cup of tea to his lips, suddenly his eyes shone passionately, shouted the name of the god of Nieron, and then the power that constituted his body disintegrated, and turned into nothingness with his person and costume, and his soul drifted to the distance ...
The light and shadow dissipated, Iraduni rubbed between his eyebrows, chasing traces in a rival god's country is quite laborious, otherwise he would have used prophetic psychic energy to locate Nieron directly. "Your deduction is right, He is making a last ditch effort and started devouring souls three days ago."
"Let's go, while the spoilers are still there, and look elsewhere, it can be rare to observe a god's kingdom so deeply."
There was a crystal palace in the middle of the shimmering golden lake, and they flew over. From the outside, the palace looked small and seemed more decorative than practical. Lysatos scrutinized the jeweled mosaic on the gate, then shook his head regretfully. All divine shaping, leaving this realm will disappear faster than the sun melts snow.
The two rude intruders pushed open the door and were immediately surprised by the sight within.
An extremely beautiful woman smiled brightly at them, a gorgeous triple gown of light gauze from top to bottom set off a delicate figure, waterfall-like waves of hair and pleated skirt shimmering luminescence. Her smile was bright and sunny, her eyes were like the brightest starry gems, and her slender, watery arms were wrapped around her seven-stringed lute.
Just by looking at her appearance she looked like a graceful and noble elven noble, but the aura emanating from her showed that she was a Caleb angel.
Lysatos was surprised how the Love-Spiked Celestials, who belonged to the camp of chaos and goodness, could be in the God's kingdom of the order camp. For such wild and spirited beings, it would be better to throw them into the abyss for pain.
Ila Douni was surprised that his telepathy could detect the intracerebral fluctuations of all living things around him, and anger and happiness and so on were marked out like a lighthouse in the mind of the spirit-sucking monster. But before pushing the door, he did not find any thoughts.
The two thoughts passed by in a flash, not preventing them from instantly inspiring their respective protective spells, knowing that the Caleb Angels are a more powerful race in battle.
Spells and psychic energy did not wait for a sudden attack, the beautiful female angel smiled still so brightly, even the angle of the lips did not change.
Lysatos and Illaduni looked at each other, "Empty shell?"
They stepped in to observe that the angel of Caleb was motionless, even when the spirit-sucking monster's tentacles flipped up her eyelids, there was no half-hearted reaction.
"Similar to a wax figure, the soul is extracted partly, leaving a breathing but not half-thinking brain, I must say the Lord of Rituals has a special taste. Could it be that He has a necrophilia?"
Lysatos did not deny it and crossed over to Caleb's angel to continue probing. More wax figures appeared, a red flame angels with long flaming hair and no feathers, half of each sex, dancing around the bonfire in a passionate and exuberant stillness; the colored light angels, which were no more than 0.6 sa meters tall, appeared in clusters, similar in appearance to the fairy tale goblins, their wings resembling two pairs of transparent thin wings of dragonflies, and their stillness resembling dragonfly specimens - -as festive decorations hanging from the ceiling with a rope, doing playful chase costumes; bright yellow broad feathers, bare upper body tangled flesh and blood angels, two pairs holding chains and lances to do battle.
Lysatos as if walking in the perverted artists or model maniacs of the specimen display, but the exhibits are chaotic good love prick heavenly race, except for the Tulani angels everything, probably also because the number and power of Tulani angels equivalent to the devil in the deep purgatory, bad capture.
"You know, I'm starting to like this god, reminds me of the museum of otherworldly creatures in my old spirit-sucking monster city, but we used leftover dinner plates for exhibits there."
The more Lysatos saw, the more sickened he felt. It was better to let these good Celestials present an unliving, undead state and stay here for thousands of years than to have their brains eaten by spirit-sucking monsters.
The Tia prayers that have never left Saraph are certainly not the originators, that is, Nieron himself built all this, and then why? At the end of the palace is a statue of unknown meaning, from which Lysatos found the answer.]] ---------- ---------- ---------