Broad World

Back in the dim dungeon, Henry held the dark blue scepter tightly in his hand. He knew very well that neither the "Archmage's Staff" nor the "Darken's Seth Knife" were enough to harm a saint, only this true artifact could. Although it is not yet known how powerful this weapon is, from the description, it should be no problem to kill a saint who has lost most of its power.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the temple, the guardian in black robes appeared again. He stared at the artifact with those strange eyes, with a shocked expression on his face.

"Are you back? Why? Why do you want to come back? And you also brought back the complete artifact!"

"I'm here to honor my promise. To end this half-life state and embrace the peace of death, are you ready?" Henry asked solemnly.

Whenever he saw these tortured believers, his murderous intention for the saints in the temple increased. This **** **** is full of tasks, and he doesn't take the life and death of these mortals into his eyes. The most ridiculous thing is that this guy actually wants to help him regain the power of faith. Let's dream.

The guardian noticed Henry's murderous expression and instantly understood the meaning of the words. He asked in a trembling voice: "You...you want to kill...kill our god?!!!"

Henry narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly. "That's right! Believers have the duties of believers, and the gods have the duties of the gods. Only in this way is fair. I now want to vent my anger to the saints of Amanata on behalf of mortals. Would you like to help me?"

"Arrogant! You can't kill a god, even if he is already weak to the extreme. Give up, let us slowly decay in this muddlehead." Said the guardian and left tears in sadness. He didn't want to end this painful torture, but it was impossible.

"If you don’t try, how can you know that you can’t! Gods are not born high above. History has proved more than once that mortals can also kill gods at certain times and even take their place. I only need you to do one thing, that is Organize all the people here, spit on this temple fiercely, and completely release the hatred hidden in my heart."

Henry's method is extremely vicious. You must know that the saints of Amanata have almost no power. Every time these people spurned is polluting the essence of divinity. At that time, let alone the special abilities of the gods, I am afraid that even sanity will begin to lose.

Guarding and looking up at the majestic temple, suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahahahahahaha!!!! I understand! I finally understand! You are eager to get the ownership of the artifact, and you want to completely solve the problem. Okay, I promise your terms, everything is for the peace of death."

"That's right. I admit that I am greedy for the power of this artifact, and at the same time pry into the secrets of the essence of the gods. But as a believer, are you not angry with Amanata's actions? Why don't you release your anger! Come on, let us complete this killing of Gods together!"

Henry did not shy away from his ambition, and used "　" naked language to incite hatred. Obviously, his goal was achieved. The guarding face was distorted by hatred and anger. After a few minutes, he roared at the temple: "Shameless God! I hate you! Curse you! Let us send you to death with our last strength Right!"

"Yes! That's it! Go on! Wake up everyone in this small town! Let them understand their power! Release their anger! The last saint of Amanata will be destroyed today!"

Under Henry's encouragement, more and more numb citizens noticed the situation here. At first they didn't understand what was going on, but they soon woke up and joined the ranks of cursing and spurning. Only more than half an hour passed. Most of the residents in the city gathered here, and the sacred power originally exuding from the holy emblem above the temple quickly dimmed, showing a sickly dark red.

A sneer was drawn across Henry's face when he saw this phenomenon. There is no doubt that this is a manifestation of divine power decline. It seems that the saint has exhausted all the reserves, and it is estimated that it will fall into an eternal sleep in a while. He knew that he couldn't wait any longer, otherwise the plan might have unpredictable changes, so he opened the door and rushed in without hesitation.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, the holy one’s anger sounded in his ears: "Profane! You dare to deceive me! You also encouraged the believers to vent their hatred!"

"No. On the contrary, I think I am doing something extremely justice. First of all, you have not fulfilled the responsibility of a god, so you do not deserve the faith of these people. Secondly, I have not promised anything. So at all There is no so-called deception." Henry raised his chin high and retorted.

The saint was so angry at these words, he cursed Henry's nose with a trembling finger: "Stupid! You...you don't know what you are doing! The power of the artifact is beyond the control of a mortal! There are endless wars and disasters on the earth!"

Heng looked at the saint who had lost his power with contempt, and then laughed loudly: "Hahahahahaha! Selfish God, obviously is the power of your fear of this artifact, because it can absorb faith, Grant divine art. As for that evil attribute, don't worry, I have found a solution."

As soon as the voice fell, he released the shock of the divine power in the scepter without hesitation. I saw a golden lightning falling from the sky, piercing the roof of the temple, and directly hitting the saint's head. It exudes an unparalleled aura of fear, and it only took a second to destroy the last divine shield.

"In the past, gods always asked mortals to sacrifice, but today, I want you to make a sacred sacrifice in order to neutralize the evil power on this artifact." Henry said with a cold smile, holding high the scepter slowly. Slowly walked over.

The saint instantly understood what he meant, and shouted angrily: "Scatter God! You are blaspheming a god! You will definitely get retribution!"

"Sorry, this matter will never be known, because the insiders will disappear completely, not even a trace of soul fragments can be found." Henry finished speaking and pierced the scepter fiercely into Amanata. heart.

In an instant, the remaining divine power rushed to the divine tool in his hand. This power was like the sun, quickly purifying the evil part above. A few minutes later, the last evil burst of power on the scepter completely disappeared, and at the same time a burst of dazzling light burst out, illuminating the entire temple like daylight.

But this light was only a flash in the pan after all, and soon returned to normal. Only the dead body of the saint was left on the ground, and a light ball the size of a back nail. Henry squatted down cautiously, touched it, and his finger was immediately burned. This little thing is like the real sun, emitting light and heat.

He immediately realized that this was the legendary priesthood. We must know that the main priesthood of Amanata was the sun, so it is not surprising that there are some remaining in the saint's body. Although there is only such a small amount, it is enough to make a mortal become a **** in an instant. Of course, only the weakest god. Because this is not a complete solar priesthood, just something like "a ray of sunlight".

But this thing is not easy to handle, because ordinary containers can't be filled at all, and they will be burned immediately when they get closer. Just when Henry was at a loss, the scepter suddenly burst into golden light, and suddenly absorbed the divinity. He widened his eyes in surprise, and hurriedly identified the weapon again.

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Scepter of Faith:

This scepter has been purified by the power of Amanata. It not only retains the two previous functions, but also adds new power.

special power:

Absorb faith and bestow magic

Divine impact

The power of the sun (all attributes of the holder plus three)

Sun burst (when hit, there is a 20% chance to release positive energy explosion, its power is equivalent to five "sun bursts")

Undead natural enemies (50% chance to directly kill undead creatures when hit)

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Seeing this long list of powerful attributes, Henry nodded in satisfaction. Although lost a tiny priesthood, but this artifact is enough to make up for the loss. Anyway, he had never intended to become a deity, just to add a powerful weapon to himself. This scepter can no longer see the slightest wickedness now, and even if it is taken out in an upright manner, it will not be recognized by the gods.

After carefully placing the scepter next to him, he began to examine the body of the saint. To know that the body is occupied for a long time, this body is completely equivalent to the **** itself, as long as you study it in detail, you can definitely discover the mysteries and weaknesses in it. But even if nothing can be cracked, it can still be used as a top alchemy material.

In order to maintain the freshness of the corpse~www.ltnovel.com~ Henry immediately used a spell to freeze it, and then hid it in the demiplane originally belonging to the Magic Talisman. He knew very well that things like studying the nature of deities couldn't be told to anyone at all, because one more person knew it would be more dangerous, and if you accidentally said it, the consequences would be unimaginable. After all, it is not yet strong enough to directly confront the gods, so it is the wise choice to keep a low profile as much as possible.

After sweeping away all the valuable things, Henry pushed open the door of the temple, and saw that all the people who had gathered here just now had disappeared, leaving only one person standing there guarding him.

He smiled slightly and explained: "There is no need to look for them, their souls have disappeared, and to some extent they have been rested. The reason why I am still here is to thank and say goodbye. Thank you for letting us understand. With the power of mortals, goodbye friends..."

As soon as the voice fell, the man in the black robe disappeared into the air with a gust of wind...

Henry sniffed the sorrow in the air, lowered his voice and muttered to himself: "Rest in peace, I swear, sooner or later the arrogant gods will pay the price!" (To be continued. If you like this work, You are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommended votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read.)