Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 786 Becoming a New God [Part [-]]

Time passed by minute by minute.

Danya's filth was at first caused by Cyril's abnormal state, and his eyes were a little turbulent, but after seeing only a sea of ​​trees shaking, he couldn't help laughing.

"What are you struggling with?" He asked Cyril loudly, "Is it useful? Is it useful? In this dying world—"

"You haven't defeated Tris." Cyril interrupted him, and he calmly stared at Danya's filth, staring at the still unfaded dead flower.

"You said Tris?" Danya's filthy mouth suddenly grinned at an exaggerated angle, and this smile, which was similar to Caroline's face, made Cyril feel quite uncomfortable for a while.

"How long does it take for him to hear? Two 10 minutes? Three 10 minutes? Ho ho ho... Do you want to let you hear his voice?"

As Danya's filth said, his pupils suddenly turned bright red representing Tris, but then there was a muffled groan, and a look of pain immediately appeared on that face.

"Adrien... Adrian..." The bright red eyes kept trembling, and Tris struggled to utter a few trembling words: "One hour, you still have one hour—"

As soon as His voice fell, the bright red color disappeared immediately, accompanied by the sudden withering of the red and black flower of death—although it was switching between death and life repeatedly, but This time the recovery, it only has three petals that are worthy of re-lighting.

"An hour? Do you think you can last another hour?"

Danya's filthy sneer sounded again, and Cyril felt his eyes blur. Amid the sound of the iron chain shattering, the slender arm had stretched out towards him, ignoring the distance of the space, and stretched out. It rested on Cyril's shoulder—one of his arms had broken the iron chain that bound him, and this time, the strength on this arm was far beyond the one-sided crushing on Cyril before. The power of time!

Cyril only felt that his body didn't have any chance to resist, and that arm had already thrown him backwards forcefully.His body flew out like a shell fired from a magic crystal cannon, and flew towards the east.

His strength has far surpassed that of the previous body. During this period of rapid flight, his body began to shatter again and again. At this time, Cyril was surprised to find that the repair speed of the heart of nature could not keep up with the body. The speed of destruction!

This is... the original power!

His face was distorted, and blood overflowed from the seven orifices unstoppably.The fusion speed of Danya's filthy soul and body is far beyond his and Triss' estimation, and this is still under the obstruction of Triss——

damn it!
His body slammed into the obstacle at the end like a cannonball, and then passed through it. He felt that it was a thick city wall. When he turned his head again, he found that he was thrown back into the holy city again. In the city of Hercoent.

He was horrified. It was embarrassing to be beaten all the way to the border by Danya's filth before, but it was pursued by Danya's filth.

And now, just the power of one throw of Danya's filth.

"In less than an hour... how can I catch up with the progress of Danya's filthy soul and body fusion?"

He gritted his teeth, and the protection of the God of Nature who just came down has not given him much feedback so far. Although he knows that it is difficult for those humans and elves to react quickly, the problem is that there is no such thing now. Give him time to wait for the feedback to come.

"Still...is there no other way?"

His eyes were in a trance, as if he had penetrated the distance of tens of thousands of kilometers and reached Siliki on the other side of the forest. He saw the mage lady who was hastily organizing the people and dragging her long skirt, and saw the figure of Miss Elf running around...

Or maybe, Her Majesty the Queen, who still has some dissatisfaction with him at this time—this dissatisfaction stems more from her powerless venting of herself, has read the message from the distant Saint Emma. Signal, trying to spread this news to the entire Holy White King Court as quickly as possible...

But even so, even if they were all willing to work for him... no, they were willing to run around for themselves and the world, but their feedback came too late after all.

Maybe... maybe he should follow Anastasia Herman's advice, or maybe he should be more brutal, directly take away the control of the Holy White Court, and force all the remaining forces to become his followers , Let yourself become the god of the new world in advance.

But such a "far-sighted" strategy is obviously not something that he, a loitering player who was alone in his previous life, could do. If he can really think of this step, then he should also be the guild leader of the top guild in the game.

His heart trembled, the remaining three chains still imprisoned Danya's filth at this moment, giving him a little chance to distract himself, this seemed to be the last tenderness of this world for those who lingered in it.

But in the next second, Cyril felt a warm current rise from the depths of his body, and flowed all over his body in an instant.

"This is……"

Just as he was amazed, the natural power of his body had been fully activated, and the flowing natural power quickly repaired his body, making his natural heart thump, bursting out with vitality far better than before.

"This is the feedback given by the natural believers..." His eyes lit up, and finally, he finally got the feedback he expected. Although this power from the believers came a bit late, it finally arrived.

But the problem still exists, the power of faith that belongs to the elves still belongs to the "God of Nature", even though they have praised the name of Cyril Adrian loudly, they are all believers in nature after all.

But for Cyril, this is also a candle in the darkness, at least it gives him hope.

The order of the "feedback" should be from near to far. The elves in the forest were the first to receive his signal, followed by Amasir, and then the farther away Solkonan, the Holy White King's Court... …

It's just that the feedback from the elves has come so slowly, how long will it take for the power of the rest of the people to arrive?
While he was struggling, three shocking shattering sounds suddenly sounded in his ears. His pupils shrank and he looked to the west. A black spot was rapidly enlarging, and it appeared in front of him in the next second——

Danya's filth!
Cyril's hair stood on end all over his body, and the four filthy chains that bound Danya had all been destroyed by Danya's filth, and the only remaining traces belonging to Triss were the "death flower".

And even for the last flower of death, there are only two petals left with colors, drooping feebly, repeating the cycle of death and recovery!

"Look, He failed you." Danya's filth raised five fingers at him, and then put away four more: "One hour, only one-fifth of it has passed, and He can't hold it anymore."

He looked at the boy in front of him whose chest was heaving because of fear or unknown emotions, and laughed again.

"How? Tris is unwilling to join the end, how about you, do you want to think about it?"

"I will give you the greatest authority. You can enjoy yourself in the post-apocalyptic world. You will be the god of the new world. The original Danya power system will be rebuilt by you. You will be the master of all of this. And I won't interfere with you—"

"Destroying the world created by Danya and the gods is our ultimate goal. You know, as for the new world you rule, although it will be dark because of us and completely different from this world because of us, we It will not be destroyed again, because that is our world..."

His voice suddenly became low and magnetic, like a big sister hugging him from behind, licking his earlobe while whispering ambiguously.

Seduction, this is pure temptation.

But under such temptation, Cyril's vision has gradually become blurred.

And Danya's filth was too happy to see the young man's degenerate expression, he stretched out three fingers again, and began to count down slowly:

"Come on, make your decision, three, two, one..."

"Adrian!"

His voice was interrupted by a weak female voice, and he immediately turned his killing intent to the source of the voice, only to see a female knight whose armor was broken in large pieces and was almost completely naked holding a broken sword, With blood and wounds all over his face, he raised his head and shouted upwards:

"Adrien, wake up, Adrian!"

"Noisy!"

Danya's filthy eyes were filled with violence for a moment, and he raised his hand suddenly, and a group of power representing the original destruction had been condensed in his hand, and he blasted towards the female knight in the next second.

The female knight's pupils shrank in an instant, and she couldn't see the power that could erase it from the root flying towards her, but her long chestnut hair coagulated with blood was fluttering in fear, and she seemed to have realized it. Your own end is coming.

But at this critical moment, a stream of holy white light flashed in front of her, knocking out the force that she couldn't see, and the stream of light spun, and finally inserted into the ruins on one side——

"Holy White Alliance Eagle Walker?"

Captain Christine lost her voice, and she looked up again, only to see that the bewildered young man was still in the throwing motion, trembling and panting violently.

And the enemy who almost wiped her away has turned around at this time, firmly grabbed the young man's neck with one hand, lifted it high, and roared in a shrill voice:
"If you miss, you can just say it, how long do you think the power Nora gave you can protect you? When Triss is completely wiped out by me, it is your death time!"

As he roared, the death flower on the side of the neck completely withered another petal, and the last petal was already crumbling.

"Danya's creation, self-righteous existence, one or two! Do you think you are favorites? You are just toys of gods, dung thrown by them, pawns in their eyes!"

He seemed to be unable to control his reasoning, and a large number of negative emotions swarmed out in the form of words, and then he looked fiercely at the female knight below, and laughed wildly:
"Okay, okay, I can't kill you now, but this female knight who defeated Leander, I will turn her into a meat slave, a meat slave who has no reason, no emotion, but is swallowed up by all evils, take care of it, take care of it -"

But his words suddenly stopped.

Because the young man who should be frightened and terrified at this moment, his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, he just looked at him quietly.

As if those things that were about to happen didn't exist, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

Then, he slowly opened the mouth and said:

"Danya's filth."

"I realized one thing from your persuading words just now."

"It is true that the power of the existing gods is limited. They cannot destroy you, or even restrict you. They seem to be useless in your eyes, because everything they created will be erased by you."

"But they have created infinite value with limited power."

"Era restarts time after time, civilization replacement time after time, the original church stands tall in this world, still proclaiming Danya's name."

"They have laid a solid foundation, and this foundation is the first step in your defeat."

"Me? Defeated?" The filthy Danya laughed wildly again as if he had heard some century joke: "Are you still counting on Danya? There is not even ashes left in Danya! For the price, are you kidding me?"

"Otherwise his church will be completely controlled by me, and his master will become my faithful believer, because he is illusory, because he is non-existent, and I am real, and I will be the new origin -"

"No." The boy shook his head rationally.

"I thought, I should remind you of one thing."

He spoke calmly, and in a calm tone, uttered his biggest secret:

"I am not from this world, I am not Danya's creation, and I am not bound by the original power system."

"So guess what, how did I get here?"

A moment of hesitation appeared on Danya's filthy face, and then the pair of eyes began to tremble wildly.

But the young man in front of him didn't give him any chance to speak more, he raised his right hand high, even though his sword had been inserted into the ground far away, he still held a long sword and shouted loudly:
"Danya!!!"

"Yuanchu, please listen to my orders!"

Amidst his shouts, a white beam of light suddenly shot out from a ruin behind them, rushing straight towards his right hand.The beam of light grazed the side of Danya's filthy cheek, causing him to let out a cry of pain.

And this was just the beginning, and then the second, third, and fourth beams of light shot out from all directions of St. Herkoent. They were shining and holy, and gradually condensed into a handle of brilliance in the young man's hands. long sword.

"Damn, that's...those churches? Danya's power? No, how is that possible?"

Danya's filth roared ferociously, while Cyril stared at him and replied:
"Yes, those churches that were destroyed, those churches that you thought were completely infiltrated and controlled by you, this is their power."

"For thousands of years, they have been accepting devout offerings from living beings. They believe in Danya, in Yuanchu, and in 'May the stars shine on you'."

"It's the power of faith."

His gaze swept across the whole city. In the broken churches, the statues of the primordial gods with only their broken bodies were praying, sending all the power hidden in them to him.

"And this power will create a new god."

In his voice, white light bloomed on his hand.

Like the light of creation.

(End of this chapter)