Father Mavie

Chapter 393 Junia, ascend to the gods! (Please subscribe!!!)

Looking at Anatole who was so close at hand, Ma Wei's breathing stopped, a chill rose from the soles of his feet, ran across his back, and reached the top of his head, even his heart missed a beat.

If there is anything in me that can attract Anatole, the God of Wisdom, it must be the Siren's Tears!

Luca, the god of bards, said that Anatole worshiped the ancient god Axis, and studied the mysteries of alchemy every day, and the master of alchemy was the ancient god Axis.
The Siren's Tears are the treasures of alchemy!
The importance of the Siren's Tears is self-evident. Once Anatol snatches it, Junia will lose!

Anatole must not be allowed to get the Siren's Tears!
Facing the gaze of the gods, Ma Wei was not deterred, and turned his back like lightning, hiding the Siren's Tears behind his back, avoiding Anatole's attacking arm.

The moment Anatole made his move, the others moved too.

Levin jumped up and swung down the carved silver cane vigorously, trying to hit Anatole on the head.
Daniel drew out his saber and stabbed diagonally from below, trying to pierce Anatole's lower abdomen
Fat Orange flew towards Anatole's eyes with sharp claws
Katerina, Xiaohei, the God of Hidden Geer, and the monk.
Everyone launched an attack at the same time, trying to prevent Anatole from taking Mawei away. Feeling the strong wind from all directions, the light spot between Anatole's eyebrows suddenly brightened, and a burst of golden ripples spread. Levin, Daniel, fat orange.
Fly out in an instant!

Looking at Levin and the others who were thrown off their backs, Anatol sneered, and stretched out his arms again, ready to snatch the Siren's Tears. This time, a puppet bear stood in front of him.

"Don't bully my father!"

Pouting and very angry, Junia raised the little bear and smashed it at Anatole's head, while Anatole was wondering how a god could be so naive
The puppet bear slapped him on the cheek, and there was a muffled 'boom', like a hammer hitting an ordinary person's head, or like a sharp stone, cutting a long wound.

Blood spilled out, covering his cheeks in an instant, Anatole touched the blood on his face, and was stunned.

He is not afraid of Junia, Junia who has not yet become a god, cannot be his opponent, however.
Edward tried his best to shake his body, but was injured by a puppet bear.

The tingling came from the cheekbones. Anatole hadn't felt pain for a long time. He had long forgotten what pain was like, but the burning sensation on his face kept reminding him and reminding him of the pain. The taste of pain.

"Go away!!!"

The previous elegance and easy-going, calm and calm disappeared. Under the temptation of the Siren's Tears, Anatole was no longer calm, avoided the bear that Junia called, grabbed Ma Wei's throat, and was just about to Withdrew, a disdainful laugh suddenly sounded beside his ears.

The laughter came from within Mavie.

Under Anatole's astonished gaze, a light spot floated out of Ma Wei's chest, and a middle-aged man in armor appeared in mid-air
God of truth - Baji!
"You you. How could you."

Anatole's eyes widened, and in the middle of speaking, Budge's arm slammed into his face.

With a side roll, Anatole fell to the ground and relieved himself, and rolled to Daniel who had just got up, looking gloomy at the phantom of Budge in midair, "Why did you appear here?"

The coercion coming from behind made him swallow half of what he had said again.

Anatole turned his head slowly, looking at the phantom emerging from Heimyuk's ring, his heart sank gradually.

The god of bards—Luka!
"Okay. Almost all here." Anatole stood up, looked around, and found that he was completely surrounded, and said coldly: "Baji, Luka... It seems that you are choosing to stand on the truth this time." on the side of the church"

An incomprehensible tone was chanted in his mouth, and Anatole's body floated in the air, and he began to sing. The galaxy gathered and covered the sky, and stars flew out of the galaxy, floating around him, and rapidly expanded .

"Anatole!!!"

After dealing with the meteorite, Edward rushed forward under the crimson ocean, trying to interrupt Anatole's singing. Seeing this scene, Baji said to Mavi in ​​a deep voice: "We can only stop him for a while, you guys Time to start."

"Start what?"

"Ascension Ceremony."

After finishing speaking, Baji’s phantom rose to the sky and joined the battle between the gods. Luca sighed, and the feathers on his pointed hat drooped. He didn’t want to join the battle, but this is the end of the matter, and there seems to be no other chosen.

As a god born from the Celtic ethnic group, Luca has an inexplicable affection for this ethnic group. In the era in which he lived, there were confrontations and hostility among different races. Luca was also willing to protect his believers, although Ma Wei doesn't believe in his teachings, but Ma Wei's body is full of Celtic blood.

In order to avoid war as much as possible, in order to protect the ethnic group that once gave birth to itself
he
duty-bound.

Luca took out a white clarinet and participated in the battle in the sky, but even if he joined forces with Baji and Edward, he couldn't gain the upper hand. Anatole descended with the help of Constance's body, and relying on the holy object The ones who descended are fundamentally different.

Watching the battle in the sky, and realizing that Edward, Luca, and Baji were indeed unable to defeat Anatole, Mavi took a deep breath and looked at Geer and other new gods who joined the church.

Geer took out the godhead fragments from his body and handed them to Junia. The other gods did the same thing. Junia, who was holding many godhead fragments, raised her head and asked Mavi for her opinion.

Ma Wei smiled and said: "It's time, let's start."

"Ok!"

Junia swallowed the shards of the godhead one by one. After swallowing, she took out a handful of green melon seeds from her bosom and threw them into her mouth. The godhead shards full of divine aura entered her body and melted like spring snow.
Boom!

Amidst the muffled thunder, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, stretching for an unknown distance, and even Mosk, hundreds of kilometers away, was shrouded in dark clouds.

London, Paris, Berlin, Rome.
These cities separated by tens of thousands of kilometers were in turmoil at the same time. Popes wearing robes of different colors and golden crowns walked out of the room and looked at the direction of Tver City together, their eyes full of worry.

"here we go"

"No! No!"

Archbishop Henry looked up at the dark clouds gathering above his head, and shouted hoarsely: "Tomorrow is the day of prophecy! Tomorrow!!! Why do you want to ascend to God today?!"

No one answered his doubts. Anatole also noticed Junia who was starting the ascension ceremony below. After being a little surprised, he suddenly realized and figured out the key point.

The day of prophecy is indeed tomorrow.

The new god will open the shackles that bind the gods, and people will have no problem welcoming the gods.

The problem is the timing of the arrival of the gods.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the predicted time is tomorrow, and the gods will come tomorrow, but for Mavi and Junia, this time will be earlier.

Because Mavi and Junia have entered the lost kingdom of God!

The speed of time in God's country is much slower than that in the real world, which also causes the July 7th of Mavi and Junia to come earlier than ordinary people!

The biting cold wind was blowing, the sky and the earth were dark, and thunder flashed in the clouds. Prince Ivanovich looked at the sky, and was so shocked that he couldn't even utter a word. His eyes were dull, like a student who couldn't understand the class, as if It froze in place like a piece of wood.

He also didn't notice the silvery white mud rising from the ground behind him.

The silvery white mud condensed into several figures, walked to Duke Ivanovich, and whispered in his ear: "The time is up."

"what?"

His body trembled, and Prince Ivanovich turned his head to look at the several silver figures surrounding him, startled: "What time is it?"

"Have you forgotten what I said? The time is ripe, you should leave." said the leading silver-white figure.

"Where are you leaving?"

"Lead the army back to your territory."

Hearing this, Duke Ivanovic shuddered and understood what the other party meant: "You want me to be independent?"

"Yes, together with other nobles, leave the Romanov Kingdom and establish a new country."

"Why?" Duke Ivanovich was very puzzled: "Aren't you going to assist Katerina? Why did you let me split the Romanov kingdom?"

"Assisting Katerina is just a process, not a result." The silver-white figure did not explain too much: "Lead the army away while they are not paying attention, and we will see you again."

"Where's my family? There are so many monks from the God of Wisdom, they won't let me leave easily!"

"You and the families of other nobles are already on their way to their respective territories. As for the monks of the Wisdom God Sect"

The silver-white figure raised a muddy arm, and a crescent-shaped strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"I'll take care of them."

(End of this chapter)