I loaded the gods module

Chapter 140 The Psalm is Ready
【You got the 'Rusty Blood Diamond Key'】

【You got the treasure map of the Lost Sea】

[In the infinitely deep and infinite abyss, there was a legend of "God's Tears". Whenever people fall into famine and disaster, the great gods will shed tears and turn into the purest river of gems in the world...]

【People picked up gems and got rid of disasters from then on. Believers built a huge kingdom around the river of gems, and the country of pearls became famous from then on】

【Until...the river of gems turned into a heavy ocean buried all greed and glory...】

【Listen...'He' is chuckling...】

[The detection of the host triggers a new module task: Legend of the Kingdom of Gems]

[Mission Objective: Wait? ? ?find you】

【mission rewards:? ? ? 】

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It rained continuously.

Behind the people is the city suspended in the air, row after row of tall towers extending out of the branches and leaves, arching the banquet table built by the king on a high place.

Frenzied and crazy scenes are everywhere, the star-like holy light is struggling in the dark rain, but the holy shell is completely torn apart by the power of law, leaving only broken eyeballs and broken tentacles falling down , and finally disappeared...

The sight of the holy god was abruptly cut off by the storm, and the believers of the holy light had lost the favor of the gods. They hid in the dark church like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, praying for the coming of the holy light, but unfortunately...no one responded .

All the nobles opened their eyes wide in astonishment. They stood on the banquet stage built by the king, but they saw with their own eyes that the supreme palace turned into a cloud of smoke.

"Is this... a gift from the Deep Sea Company to the era..."

Edmund stood blankly on the edge of the banquet table. The earl's pupils reflected the whirling storm in the sky, and he murmured involuntarily: "The king who looked down on the world... just disappeared?"

He turned his head in a daze, only to find that the instigator of everything did not raise his head...

Sitting in the audience seats, the unremarkable gray-haired boy was holding Luo Luogua. He turned his head and looked at the dimly lit Sacred Emperor's Capital beneath his feet, as if lost in thought.

The fall of the king and the disappearance of the palace did not arouse the interest of this abyss lord at all, that lazy posture already explained everything...

The earl's heart became more and more awed.

"..."

Roy was staring at the system's face that popped up, and the corner of the boy's mouth twitched: "It's really a weird quest line..."

"what happened?"

At this moment, the elf, who was tightly clutching the young man's wrist, asked with concern: "I see that your eyes are a little slack, is it because you have been too tired recently?"

The flash of light between the clouds lit up the dim world. Roy turned his head and looked at the delicate face of the elf.

Violet was sitting next to the boy. The girl was wearing a strapless black gauze dress. The elf's jet-black long hair was wrapped with silver threads and exquisite gems. The girl's temperament was both mysterious and noble.

At this moment, the elf was holding Roy in one hand, and a strange spicy fruit in the other, staring straight at the other's face with his green pupils.

"It's nothing."

Roy looked down at his grasped wrist, and sighed in his heart that the Time Elf is worthy of being a believer in fate. The habits of the two are exactly the same...

After a pause, the boy took a bite of the spicy fruit and changed the subject: "How are your legs recovering?"

"Strictly speaking... no recovery."

The girl moved her slender legs, and her white ankles were hidden in the long skirt: "I just borrowed my 'past' legs..."

"Sounds amazing..." Roy sighed, "The elves' characteristic abilities are really easy to use."

"Of course! I still control the power to manipulate time, because..."

Violet's jewel-like pupils shone with joy: "The tree of fate has answered my prayers again! He has not fallen!"

That's right... He is now occupying my computer desk and snack cabinet every day, and he is also competing with the bosses of those console games, his eyes are almost red...

Thinking of this, Roy smiled softly: "Don't worry, one day, you will see him again, after all..."

The boy turned his gaze back to the storm in the sky.

His eyes became deeper and deeper: "We have to unite together to fight against the stars that spread pollution."

The Storm Lord had a faint premonition that the golden starry sky was hidden above the sky. The God of Holy Light was not inactive. Some kind of crazy power was agitating in that golden church... like an embryo...

He is approaching the present world.

"So the Deep Sea Company is the beginning of saving everything?"

Violet followed the boy's line of sight and looked up. The original palace that blocked the sky had completely dissipated, leaving only the solitary Holy Light Cathedral standing tall and crumbling in the storm.

"There must be a great god behind us, a powerful abyssal will willing to protect the world, right? Roy?"

The pure black gemstone badge fell on the girl's chest, shining brightly, and the elf suddenly smiled slyly: "And you must have a close relationship with him... just like me and Nina!"

Roy: "..."

"We are all spokesmen for the gods, aren't we?"

The girl completely wiped out the remaining Luoluogua, her emerald green pupils shone brightly.

"It's an interesting guess...but let's leave this topic for later, we have more important tasks right now."

The boy didn't give a negative response, nor did he give an affirmative answer, he just smiled indifferently: "So the following historical rituals are left to you, Violet."

Roy raised his head: "Look, the person in charge of our company is already in place."

The elf also raised his head, and like many nobles, the girl subconsciously exclaimed.

After all, the ferocious black wings of the giant dragon are too eye-catching!
The figure of the historical recorder roams in the dark storm, the black dragon bathed in the rainstorm descends from the sky, and the mythical creatures bred in the abyss make a deafening roar!

In the next moment, the figure of the giant dragon disappeared in the wind, and the bard, who was slightly thin and cold, landed lightly on the center of the banquet stage.

He wore a black hat with feathers on his head, a pure black cloak and shawl, and held a silver-white harp made of unknown material in his hand.

Angelo's attire returned to its original appearance.

The Poet of Calamity is ready.

(End of this chapter)