Klein didn't know that Triss behind him had opened her eyes.
Suddenly there was a feeling like a light on his back, but at this time he could no longer care about anything else. Under the protection of the dreamy statue in his hand, he had reached the center of the altar.
This is the throne of the "Blood Emperor". He once stood here and went crazy, wanting to kill the "Hidden Emperor" and destroy all true gods.
This is also the most terrifying place for the power of sacrifice. Almost all despair and terror are concentrated here. Even with the protection of the dream idol, Klein still feels suffocated.
"The supreme dream..." Klein prayed again and placed the dream statue in his hand at the most critical position.
At this moment, the entire altar seemed to be slightly stagnant, as if it had been stuck for a moment. The sacrifice had stopped and it was impossible to continue.
But Klein was praying, and as he prayed, the dreamy phosphorescence on the dreamy statue became thicker and thicker, and dreamy phosphorescence appeared in a sea of blood, which was naturally extremely conspicuous.
"Damn it! Dreamy!"
Boom!
Angry shouts exploded in Klein's mind like thunder, and he knew that this was probably the voice of the "criminal" who was about to perform the ritual and pass through to the true god.
This may also be related to "abyss" and "devil".
In short, this god is a pure evil god, both in church information and historical records. The Blood Worship Cult is also an out-and-out evil sect. To stop him is to protect the world!
"Let me out! I promise never to come to the real world and stay in the star realm forever!"
Nowhere is better than breaking through the abyss!
If the "Abyss" can say such words, it can be imagined that the living environment of the Abyss is harsh.
"..." Klein was protected by the Dream God Idol from being contaminated by the evil god's voice and losing control, but he seemed to have heard something extraordinary.
"The abyss is a prison?! The true god of the 'criminal' path is imprisoned?!"
"Humph!" Another voice sounded. This voice carried a stronger sense of oppression, and even under the protection of the dream statue, a faint fear arose.
"Without Him, you can't get out!" The lightning storm fell from the star realm and hit the entrance of the abyss.
"Is this the Storm Lord?" Klein shivered and had no choice but to hug the dream statue tightly.
"Leodro! Who do you think you are! You were almost killed by my angels back then!" The man in the abyss shouted loudly.
In terms of seniority, Demon Lord Fabuti, as the only surviving ancient god, is indeed qualified to say this.
After all, in terms of active time, He is older than the ancient Sun God.
It's just that this is what the world values least.
"You are seeking death!" Leodro was almost furious after being exposed. The lightning storm became more rapid, and the sea water moving at the speed of light scared him to death.
No one has ever dared to expose his shortcomings, not even Meng Meng!
The collision between the blood sea and the thunder became more violent. Klein only had this thought, and then silently wrote down these few sentences. The most important thing was the Storm Lord's true name.
"I heard that when you call the name of the true god, you will be sensed. Calling this person is probably a lightning storm?"
Klein lowered his head, not daring to look further.
The dreamy phosphorescence splashed out from the dreamy statue beside him became more and more intense. After reaching a certain point, it suddenly turned into a sky-reaching light pillar, directly piercing the underground square and tearing apart the black cloud covering half of Backlund. .
"It's the Dream Sect!" The "Singer of God" and Saint Anthony, who were still struggling to support themselves, both looked at the sky-reaching beam of light in surprise.
"Their support was so fast?"
The Dream Sect has stations in various cities, but in terms of strength, it is naturally the strongest in the Solomon Empire.
The Backlund Dream Sect's station is at best a little stronger than the Aurora Society, and it doesn't even have demigods. Even if they all participate in this disaster, it won't be of much use.
The support from the Dream Sect has probably arrived now!
"Let's go!" "Singer of God" and Saint Anthony both headed towards the Dream Sect's headquarters in the East District.
But when they came here, they saw a scene that could be called a sacred example.
All the dream believers knelt on the ground devoutly and kept praying to the idol among the dream believers, with strands of dreamy phosphorescence flashing through them.
Not the support of angels! It's God's coming!
The two Archbishops of Backlund from different churches knelt down at the same time and merged into the torrent of prayer.
If it were other gods, it would be impossible for these archbishops to kneel down and worship, because they represent the true God of their faith.
But the "Supreme Dream" is different. He is nominal in all churches!
In the Church of Night, he is the first Pope of Night and the Angel of Dreams, and in the Church of Storms, he is also the Angel of Punishment!
Well...in the Church of Storms, the angels of punishment act on behalf of God's authority and control the Lord's thunder!
This is probably the Storm Lord's alternative way of saying that his authority was stolen, and it perfectly explains why Dream can control Thunder...
The prayers for the "Supreme Dream" became louder and louder, gradually spreading to the entire East District.
Almost all poor people have received help from the Dream Sect, so they also chant the honorable name of "Supreme Dream" in their daily lives.
Prayers flowed like a tide to the gathering of Dream believers.
Just when all the prayers were gathered, the orthodox dream statue in the deepest part of the dream church that had been worshiped for thousands of years suddenly burst out with unimaginable light!
Everyone saw it, it was an endless sea reflecting stars and dotted with dreamy bubbles.
The sea is a dreamy paradise that cannot be described with any gorgeous words. It is located in the eternal starry sky and exudes endless dreamy phosphorescence.
"The legendary dream paradise..."
Saint Anthony was more respectful than fearful of the "Supreme Dream". After all, he was the first pope and had a deeper relationship with him. He also understood the "Supreme Dream" better than others.
"No one will be harmed again." Saint Anthony lowered his head with peace of mind and prayed devoutly.
The "Singer of God" beside him heard the movement on his side and looked up. All I saw was an indescribable dreamy phosphorescence that seemed to contain all the beautiful things in the world.
Phosphorescent stars fell on all the people who were soaked in the aura of the abyss.
ah!
It was no longer the people howling in agony, but the abyssal auras that had taken the opportunity to seep into the people's bodies. These auras were all washed away by the dreamy phosphorescence.
All the spirits that were pulled out of the body returned to their bodies, and all the injured spirits were healed.
In an instant, the damage caused by this sacrifice was wiped away, and all the people were in a daze.
This is definitely an unimaginable miracle!