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Chapter 623: The Great Enemy of My King, the King of Kings

Severe pain shot through his body, and Eden clutched the horn so tightly that his back felt like it would break.

The mountain shook and he continued to roll down.

Fortunately, he didn't fall from a height of seven or eight meters all at once, but kept rolling down. Although he looked miserable, he was not seriously injured and just lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Eden finally regained consciousness and found that he was no longer rolling down. He tried to get up, but he groaned in pain.

"Hu, hu, hu."

Eden kept breathing heavily.

The mountain was still shaking, but there was no bigger crack. Eden raised his head slightly and saw two or three pagans who also fell into the cracks. However, they were not as lucky as himself, and they all fell to death.

One of them died miserably, falling directly into a puddle of semi-solidified flesh, while of the other two, one broke his neck, and the other had his head pierced by a sharp rock.

Seeing such a miserable scene, Eden felt chilled in his heart. He reluctantly stood up and subconsciously recited prayers for the dead in a low voice to comfort their souls.

He stood firm, breathing heavily as the dark wind howled in the cracks in the mountain.

"...It suddenly collapsed. Did I trigger some seal?"

Eden murmured to himself, looking down at the horn in his hand.

The dark horn is covered with ancient flesh and blood patterns, which are weird and ferocious. Just looking at it makes people feel uncomfortable and gives them a feeling of acid reflux.

Eden continued to stare at the horn. As he looked at it, his eyes suddenly straightened and he couldn't move away for a while. This horn seemed to have some magical power that made people want to stare at it all day long.

Those lines of flesh and blood looked like wriggling maggots, and the horn seemed to come alive at any moment.

boom!
Another roar of the mountain collapsing brought Eden back to his consciousness.

He looked at the horn in his hand, shuddered involuntarily, put the horn into his bag, and never looked at it again.

The surrounding space was not wide, and the rocks above his head seemed to be crumbling. Eden knew that he had to get out of here quickly.

He raised his feet and squeezed out of the crack in front of him. In the dark passage, there were bursts of weird laughter, as if there was some ghost hiding in the undetectable shadow.

"Damn!"

Eden felt something approaching.

After hurriedly squeezing out of the crack, Eden came to a space, which was like a man-made chapel. The surrounding walls kept shaking and dust kept shaking off.

"Is this place going to collapse too?"

Eden hurriedly opened the door, only to find that the passage in front had been blocked by broken stones.

"Damn...how to get out now?"

A gust of wind blew from behind, and Eden's hands trembled slightly. He noticed that something was getting closer and closer.

Could it be that some seal was really triggered? !
Eden shuddered.

what to do?Now how to do? !

Eden clenched his fists and looked around for other passages, but found nothing.

The cold wind became stronger and stronger, and he felt a chill that penetrated into his bones.

Eden immediately entered a state of spiritual cultivation. In his spiritual vision, the evil aura surged in like a wave!

That terrifying power twisted Eden's soul, and his body and facial muscles could not suppress a hideous smile, just like a character in a mural.

"Oh God!"

Eden trembled.

In the endless darkness, a pale and thin hand stretched out. Eden saw that the body of the existence showed abnormal fatness, which was in sharp contrast with the thin hand. It was slowly approaching, tall and twisted. There are three faces on his head.

Each of the faces had different shapes, including a woman, a man, and a child. It was as if a family of three had grown up on the same body. Those faces were squeezing each other, so disharmonious, as if the face was Just peel it off and sew it back on again.

When it saw Eden, the three faces all smiled strangely at the same time.

"There's no escape!"

Eden gritted his teeth and his hands couldn't stop shaking.

The twisted and mutated creature in front of him was neither a ghost nor a devil. Eden had never seen such an evil spirit before. This twisted appearance reminded him of the effects of the pale rainstorm on the creature described in the scriptures. mutation.

The Skinner with three faces, its two pale and thin hands, stretched out the joints, like a pair of exquisite skinning tools. Iden, who was in a spiritual state, tried to recite ancient words, and exploded a vibrating halo with himself as the center of the circle. , but the evil aura emitted by the creature itself instantly drowned the halo.

The fear of death swept over him.

I...will die here.

For a moment, this was the only thought in Eden's mind.

He didn't realize that the stone pendant on his chest had been getting hot ever since he fell down the crack.

The moment the skinner approached.

At the critical moment, the stone pendant burst into surging white light, instantly engulfing Iden.

After the white light passed, the place where Eden stood was empty.

The Skinner stopped in place, raised his hand, and touched the air in front of him in confusion.

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Towering huge stone pillars stand at the foot of the mountain, and a majestic palace with its back against the mountain peak stands here.

Just as the ancient kingdom of Logos is the holy land of the world of true religion, this is the holy land of the world of giant kings.Temple of Kings.

Jet black stone serves as the base of this temple. On top of the base, stands a gray-white ancient building. Gold-plated braziers stand on both sides of the steps. The pillars filled with scriptures support the faith of all people. On this building , you can see the shadow of many temple-like buildings from thousands of years ago or even ten thousand years ago.

A figure wearing a linen robe was climbing up the stairs.

He looks so inconspicuous, just like a middle-aged man who can be seen everywhere. However, it is such a middle-aged man who is hated by countless true believers and curses him as the king of devils and the ghost of all ghosts.

What is your arsenic is his honey.

How much the true believers hate him, how high his status is in the eyes of the giant king believers.

In those rumors or prophecies, on the day when the judgment of the King of Kings comes, he will be the leader of all peoples, as the container of the archangel, containing the soul of the archangel, and he will be in the sky with the prophesied destroyer. The final battle at the end of the sea, believers believe that when that day comes, all the churches of the true religion and other pagan temples will collapse together.

He is none other than Azabel, the head of the sixteen holy servants and the one who listens to the revelation.

Under the night, the braziers on both sides of the steps were burning fiercely.

He slowly climbed up the long steps. At the end of the long steps, the chief priest was waiting for him.

The position of chief priest is similar to that of the pope in true religions. Although there are differences between the two in a theological sense and specific duties, true believers all believe that the chief priests of pagan religions are pagans. of the pope.

The chief priest was very surprised by Azabel's arrival.

"Helmsman's helmsman, why...are you here?"

He asked after having a kiss with Azabel.

"It seems that I have alarmed the chief priest."

Azabel replied.

"You know, everything you say and do seems to represent the angel's will."

The chief priest replied.

Azabel did not speak. After pondering for a moment, he slowly said:

"I'm not here to discuss theology, although that is our most important business on earth."

The chief priest pricked up his ears,

"If that's the case, what's it for?"

Azabel turned around and looked into the distance,
"There, the Prophet's Abyss discovered by the Holy Servant of Oranto."

The chief priest narrowed his eyes, then recited the scriptures, and said after a moment:

"What... happened there?"

"Someone went there, where the Prophet Al-Azhar went, and the seal was loosened."

Azabel said slowly.

The chief priest was slightly startled.

His face became pious and solemn, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"What... does this mean? Does it mean that the prophet in the prophecy is coming..."

In the world of giant kings, there are many prophecies.

There are 91 prophecies explicitly mentioned in the scriptures alone.

Among the prophecies, the most important thing is the judgment of the King of Kings and his divine messengers.

Among the legends,

My king will be like the Lord worshiped by the true religion, judging all things in the world.

And the deaths on that day will be a hundred times worse than the days before the kingdom of heaven comes. That day will be the complete end.

That Messenger will walk the path trodden by the Prophet Al-Azhar, receive revelation from the King of Our Kings, and follow Al-Azhar to the ends of the sky and the sea when judgment comes.

The chief priest said with emotion:
"Azabel, I believe you are also excited about this. Over thousands of years, many Azabels have returned to heaven. Only you can witness the coming of judgment, and we no longer need to wait for the next Azabel. Saber."

After speaking, the chief priest continued uncontrollably:
"Ah, my king, let your great world come. Haven't we waited long enough? Aren't we worthy of that new world?"

His hands were shaking, his eyes were shining with tears, and his faith made the old man tremble.

Azabel stared in that direction with a calm face.

The head of the sixteen holy servants stood and looked far into the distance. After the chief priest calmed down, he slowly said:

"The prophecy not only predicts the appearance of the messenger."

The chief priest slowly raised his head, his fingertips trembled slightly, and said:

"You mean...the destroyer, the enemy?"

Azabel did not nod or shake his head.

In the prophecy of that scripture, it was mentioned that the great enemy of my King is traveling with the messenger of my King.

"The seal of the Prophet's Abyss is loose... someone must have gone there.

But... is that... our prophet, the divine messenger of revelation, or the prophecy... the enemy that destroyed the temple? "

Azabel frowned and fell into deep thought.

　I recommend a book called Creation. The subject matter is quite interesting. It stitches together the back room and the container. If you are interested, you can take a look.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)