The sacred Azerland Empire was a kingdom within the Central Empire and also the core area of the Fehra Cathedral.

Every year, there would be tens of thousands of pilgrims from all over the world who would piously kneel with every step they took as they made their pilgrimage. The cathedral here spread all over the country. The priests of the Fehra Cathedral would walk around in white robes to spread the glory and doctrines of G.o.d. Even the farmers here had a deeper understanding of the doctrine of G.o.d.

At this time, at the border of Azerland Empire, a young man in white clothes walked through the door of a pointed small white cathedral on the edge of a farm.

The white clothes on his body had grayed out, and tears and patches were faintly visible at the edges and corners.

The young man had a sallow complexion and was emaciated, yet his hair was still neatly groomed.

Approaching the church, he bowed slightly to the priest at the door, entered the cathedral, and sat on the bench with other people who had come to wors.h.i.+p.

He lowered his head and lightly recited along with the choir's singing.

There were new people coming in. Combined with the more than a dozen people who had entered before, none of them were as pious as he was.

The priest stood at the door and looked at him tenderly, revealing a gentle smile.

He knew this man. His name was Mousse, and he had been living in the nearby town for more than ten years. He was originally a vagrant, but he found a new home here, set up his own family, and had his own children.

Most importantly, Mousse's piety for Fehra was unmatched by everyone here. Ten years plus past like a day as he constantly came here every day. He even influenced the neighbors around and his own family to believe in Fehra, and he also had a deep understanding of the doctrines of G.o.d, not as superficial as those ordinary believers.

"Maybe it's time to give him more responsibilities..." The priest thought so. He was about to be transferred to a larger parish because of his merits, and he had to find a new person to take over here. Since the last major incident at the Central's Meteor City, the elite priests and Divine Officers were transferred to the more important areas in Central, and so the defense forces in the areas with fewer supernatural forces here were naturally reduced.

Apart from being pious, Mousse had also worked as a mercenary and a bard. He knew a little Spellcraft, and his Spirit Power might be good. In accordance with his level of piety, he might easily become a Level One priest if he were to change his occupation to becoming a priest.

Thinking of this, the priest took the initiative to walk to Mousse's side and patted his shoulder gently.

"Mousse... About the matter I brought up to you the last time, how have you thought about it?" The pastor asked mildly. His age was enough to be the father of the other party, so it was normal to use this kind of tone.

Mousse hurriedly lowered his head in fear and trepidation.

"Lord Jacqueffey, can I really serve as a missionary here? As a priest, a real priest. I feel that I still have a lot of shortcomings!"

"No, no, no..." the priest smiled and said. "Your ability, your piety, your concentration, Fehra sees it all in his eyes. All life forms who sincerely commit and truly believe in Fehra will get a bright and warmth return. This is the reward for your persistence all this while after such a long time. Moreover, there're more people who need you to redeem them and help them."

Mousse bowed his head and lightly recited the Fehra's Creed.

"I understand. But can a loser like me really take on such a heavy responsibility?" He was still not that confident.

"Rest a.s.sured. With your ability, you can do even better..." The priest patted him in a understanding manner.

Mousse lowered his head and a black line faintly flashed across his white eyes.

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The Aqilean Snowy Mountain

In a certain layer in the Abyss, there was a large snowy mountain in the center surrounded by magma flames.

In an Abyssal level filled with magma, fire, and poisonous smoke everywhere, there actually stood a gigantic, mighty snowy mountain in the center area which had been releasing an incomparable cold air for countless years.

The cold air here condensed into a deep blue triangular ice-cone, which slowly rotated clockwise over the top of the mountain.

At this time, a tall man in black armor was standing on the edge of the snowy mountain. He had long hair, half golden and half silver, and it looked very strange.

A bat-like badge was worn on the chest.

The most bizarre thing was that his feet were not on the ground, but were hovering in the air. Black circuit-like fluorescent lines flashed occasionally from below his foot.

"Gerdmos, it's up to you." A voice came faintly from the air behind him.

"How is the gathering of the forces?" The black-armored man asked plainly.

"There're already one hundred and twenty-three Dragons of Disaster who are in the record who have promised to come and a.s.sist. Coupled with the Chaotic Creatures, we just need to be in charge of opening the pa.s.sage, and it will naturally trigger the friction between the forces of Abyss and the Light World," the voice replied.

"Then let's get started." Gerdmos nodded, reached out his fingers, and gently pressed the air in front. A string of black pearl-like spots suddenly flew out of his fingertips and rushed into the sky.

Pooh!

After a dull explosion, the black pearls exploded one after another like fireworks, and the black fireworks-halo slowly blasted out a black whirling hole in the air.

Hee hee hee...

There was a strange laughter in the air, and large amount of flames and poisonous smoke around were madly sucked into the black hole like an underwater whirlpool, entering in big gushes.

Countless Fire Creatures and demons in the Abyss fluttered their wings, and like a large group of worms, regardless of red ones or black ones, they all swarmed toward the big hole.

"Fresh flesh and blood, flesh and blood! Hahaha!!" Some simple-minded Fire Trolls roared, dripping magmlike sweat all over their body as they flapped their fiery wings toward the black hole.

"It's the smell of the creatures of Light World! Kill!! Kill them all!" St.u.r.dy Dual-Headed Red Fire Giants treaded their heavy steps, rolling up the magma flowing on their entire skin into magma b.a.l.l.s and shooting them into the sky.

Like a densely packed stream of meteors, they rushed into the black hole of the Light World.

They and the Fire Trolls were the majority groups.

Underneath, Gerdmos looked up at the countless black and red meteors flying from all directions into the black hole he had opened up. His face revealed a slight smile.

"We have to act as soon as possible. Our action must not be found out by Fehra."

"That's for sure. All the Dragons of Disaster are in place. At your command, we'll all charge into the Light World." The hollow voice spoke in a deep tone.

Gerdmos smiled, looking like the most ordinary young man.

"Then... Let the ma.s.sacre officially begin..."

He thrusted forward, and the entire person exploded and turned into countless red flames. After a large number of flames erupted, his original enormous body was revealed.

It was an incomparably huge Red Dragon.

He had the same three horns, and red flames enveloped the horn in the middle.

His body was hundreds of meters long, and with a flap of his wing, all the snow substances and other demons around him were swayed by the huge air force.

The most striking thing was that the three red luminous b.a.l.l.s gliding around him were like Elves flying around him automatically.

Whoos.h.!.+

A gust of wild wind blew by, and Gerdmos disappeared instantly on the spot, and circles of obvious ripples appeared at the black hole, as if something huge had suddenly entered it.

Just after he entered the black hole.

The red sky around the black hole pooled together, and large flights of dragons of various colors flew over from a distance.

Among them were the huge-sized Black Dragons, Red Dragons, and the smaller Purple Dragons, Blue Dragons, White Dragons, some Yellow-Brown Poisonous Dragons, Green Dragons; even Three-Headed Chimeras appeared here.

But no matter which dragon, they were all emitting a similar atmosphere.

It was a faint black gas.

Among the large flights of dragons, the weakest ones even exuded the power fluctuation of Level Ten.

The White Dragon Garen incarnated into was also among them. The poisonous snake on his back was extremely conspicuous. Flapping his wings and flying in the sky, his eyes were focused on the black hole in the sky.

"The demons that went before us will attract most of the attention. The Light World will think that it's just a simple invasion of the Abyss' forces, and so the forces sent out to suppress us will not be too great. As long as we are fast enough, everyone can quickly reach their designated location to quickly complete the mission a.s.signed to them." The Dragon of Disaster leading the team was the Dragon of Disaster of the Water Element Plane named Jane, nicknamed the Wrath of Ocean.

The mission this time was a.s.signed by one of the three Monarchs, Gerdmos. If the mission was completed, one could acquire a thread of the true divinity. There was a lot of divinity in a Divine Stone, while the true divinity referred to the divinity that had been disintegrated. Although it might not have much content, it had a very important role in guidance. Just one thread of it could help Garen to perceive the Pearl of the Temple, and what he needed was the method to a.n.a.lyze the divinity.

Other Dragons of Disaster were obviously thinking so.

Jane spoke in a low voice.

"There are thirteen peaks in the Light World, and on each of the peaks are thirteen cities, all of which are made of lights and gla.s.s. The gla.s.s there is very tough and sharp, unlike the Main Substance Plane. Some of them even know how to use powerful defensive and offensive matrixes that are made of special crystals. All of you need to be careful. We can ignore most of the people of Light. The only ones we need to watch out for are the Keepers of Light. Each of the Keepers of Light were at least at Level Nine, and they are the ultimate powerhouse group among the Light People.

"We are responsible for handling all the Keepers of Light in the Eleventh City of the Eighth peak. In any case, just kill whoever you see," Jane simply said.

"The four of us are all above Level Twelve. There won't be any difficulty in dealing with a mere Eleventh City." An arrogant Blue Dragon said disdainfully. He was the legendary Blue Dragon with the Holy Dragon's Blood. It was rumored that when the Blue Dragons were in their most powerful period, their ancestors were called Holy Dragons, and they had far more terrific powers and talents than other dragon clans. They had an inborn horrific aura that suppressed the other dragon clans, and at the same time, they were innately immunized to all spells, living in the cold crystal peaks. But unfortunately, after who knew how many thousands of years later, their bloodline had weakened.

"Don't be careless. King Light can teleport to any peak with the speed of light. Once he appears, we must retreat immediately," Jane reminded.

"Rest a.s.sured. With me around, leaving is not a problem," the Purple Dragon in the small team said confidently. "I have specialized in s.p.a.ce Spell for hundreds of years, so I'm confident in this aspect."

"We'll be counting on you then."

Garen followed at the rear and did not speak but just flew silently. As long as he could get a thread of divinity, that would be enough. The biggest issue was how to ensure his own safety and get the most benefit at the same time while protecting himself.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.

The Light World, the Plane were the people of Light were at, was well-known for gems and crystals. Returning empty-handed was not his style.

The black hole in front was getting closer and closer, and soon the four dragons rushed in with all the surrounding dragons together.

In a cloud of black mist, Garen could only feel countless cold air lingering around him. This coldness was different from the cold he was familiar with; it was a kind of poisonous chill with a paralysis effect.

The darkness did not last long. As the dragons continued to flap their wings, a spot of white light soon lit up before them.

With a bang, Garen felt as if he had crashed into a transparent barrier. Violently breaking through, he wormed into it.

The sight before him was suddenly clear and bright, filled with a bright white light.