Chapter 563

"The God born at the beginning of heaven and earth, the supreme Dark Lord..."

"Please show your glory, shine on the earth again and bring boundless darkness to the world..."

In the remote mountain village, a slight whisper kept ringing, enveloping the area.

In this area, bursts of sound are spreading, vaguely, like a unique breath.

There were bursts of bloody gas everywhere, which emerged here.

If you look ahead and focus on that area, you can find the scene in it.

It was a scene called purgatory on earth.

Not a spacious space, there are dripping blood and broken limbs everywhere.

The broken organs of the human body are placed everywhere in this place, which is particularly frightening.

Because of the good sealing, the bloody smell in this room is particularly strong, which can suffocate people alive.

However, the few people who were inside did not feel anything, but their faces were full of enthusiasm and intoxication.

"Please revive, the great dark master, the terminator of all things..."

Before a tall statue, an old man with a cold face and some hot eyes whispered and recited a eulogy.

Around, drops of crimson blood were condensing, and it seemed that all kinds of grievances emerged.

This is the blood condensed from the grievances of the deceased. When it is taken out at this moment, it seems that the air around it is much colder and looks extremely frightening.

The old man in front of him did not know how many people had been killed before he could collect the grievances and blood of so many dead people.

With the blood flowing, the statue in front of me seems to have begun to change.

Among them, there is an inexplicable texture display, which emerges here.

In the end, even the statue itself lived and had a strong vitality.

Mysterious runes emerged and enveloped the whole statue.

The majestic atmosphere is unfolding, so it escapes and sweeps across the four directions.

This breath is so powerful and terrible that it is almost above any mortal thing.

If it exists under the seven rings, it will collapse when feeling this breath. It can't bear the terror brought by this breath at all.

In the house, I felt the recovery of the gods. The fanaticism on the faces of several evil believers became more and more obvious. At the moment, the voice in my mouth became louder and louder and sent out bursts of screams.

They are fanatical, they are happy, and they are happy that the god they believe in is only revived.

"I feel..."

Standing in front of the statue, the old man's face also showed a smile. At the moment, it seemed to feel something: "the connection of faith is closer..."

"My lord... Please revive!"

The voice fell, and bursts of sound came from all around.

On the statue in front of me, a suffocating breath diffused, dispersed and suppressed everything.

Just for a moment, there were several explosions in the room.

Behind the old man, the fanatical color on the other faces stagnated.

Under the strong breath in front of them, their bodies couldn't bear it at all, and they burst to pieces directly.

After that, a hazy atmosphere emerged and came into contact with the world.

A slight whisper continued to ring out here.

Looking at the statue in front of him, the old man smiled and looked very happy at the moment.

"Almighty Lord..."

Standing there, he opened his arms, then knelt down to the statue in front of him and shouted, "across the long silent time, please come back again!"

Boom

In front of him, the statue of God was ringing, and the sound of Zila continued to come out. So far, it rang through the four directions.

When the old man looked up again, he found that the gods in front of him began to show a unique change.

On the statue, layers of cracks began to emerge, just like broken ceramics, showing a strange sense of fragmentation.

Then the power of terror bloomed.

The powerful breath of divine power filled the whole area in an instant.

A little light mist rose and appeared in all directions.

Then, under the old man's gaze, the fog kept rising and went in front of him.

There, a child is sleeping.

It was a boy who didn't look very old. He looked only about six or seven years old. He didn't look very big. He looked a little young. Now he was lying there and seemed to be sleeping.

If you look carefully, you can find some differences.

On the boy, there are strange graffiti everywhere, as well as mysterious and unique runes, which are depicted on his body, especially mysterious.

At this moment, the black fog around gathered and slowly integrated into the boy's body.

Then, the boy's body began to become active, and a strange breath spontaneously emerged.

The boy's eyes opened slowly.

Powerful divine breath escapes everywhere.

In this moment, it seemed that even space was stagnant directly, and an extremely powerful breath flashed past and emerged here.

The majesty brought by the divine recovery is extremely terrible, and its sense of oppression is even more terrible than the previous statues.

When the metamorphosis was completely over, there was a faint color in the boy's eyes, and then suddenly.

"Osis..."

A dull and hoarse voice came out of the boy's mouth.

The voice was hoarse and dignified. It was not like a boy's voice at all. On the contrary, it was like a God in the nine heaven, full of a mighty majesty.

But to some extent, this is indeed a God.

"My lord..."

Hearing the boy's cry, the old man kneeling immediately got up and looked respectfully at the boy in front of him, with awe written on his face.

By now, the situation is different.

The boy standing in front of him is no longer the mortal before, but the LORD he worships. It is said that he is the Dark Lord who dominates the destruction of all things and all darkness.

This is a true God, an existence on any mortal thing, and the Lord worshipped by the old man.

"What era is it now?"

The faint hoarse voice sounded again.

In front of me, the voice of the Dark Lord sounded. Now I looked at the old man in front of me and said faintly.

"Three thousand years have passed since you last woke up..."

Looking at the Dark Lord in front of him and listening to the husky and dignified voice of the other party, the old man no longer had any doubt and directly said, "according to your instructions in the past, we will revive you at this time......"

"Good."

The Dark Lord nodded, but roughly felt it, but frowned: "but what's the matter with this body?"

"Why is it so weak?"

He looked at the old man in front of him and frowned, somewhat dissatisfied: "although he has a certain divine blood, he has not reached the level of divine blood awakening, nor is he a powerful hero, but he is just an ordinary mortal child......"

"After thousands of years of preparation, can't you find a more suitable body?"

The indifferent voice sounded in place, with some dissatisfaction.

It seems that the Dark Lord of recovery is very dissatisfied with his current body.

No wonder.

From the perspective of God, this body is obviously extremely unqualified.

In the past catastrophe, few gods can retain their own noumenon.

Most of the gods' bodies collapsed in the disaster and had to give up.

Therefore, even if it recovers again, we must find the body of others and start over again.

And this is the key to carrying their bodies.

A good body can not only give them more strength, but also bring them some new abilities.

A poor body not only restricts a lot, but also can't let them play much power.

In the eyes of the Dark Lord, the body in front of him was obviously very bad, belonging to the kind of extremely poor quality.

"My Lord, I'm sorry..."

Aurelius's face was full of bitterness and he could only lower his head: "this is the best we can find..."

"Huh?"

Listening to Aurelius's words, the Dark Lord was stunned: "is it... Has the church left by me weakened so far?"

"I remember as early as 2000 years ago, my church seemed to still exist and was very strong..."

"Is it only two thousand years later that my church has been destroyed?"

He can't believe it.

At this time, he noticed some details.

It was not his church, nor was it a gorgeous place, just a dilapidated little room.

There were not many believers around him, only a few.

All this seems to explain something.

Originally belonging to him, the once strong church seems to be really weak.

"My lord..."

Hearing the words of the Dark Lord, orith's face was full of bitterness. At this time, he didn't know what to say.

Indeed, two thousand years, which is very short for God.

Maybe it's time just to sleep

But for ordinary people, two thousand years is a long time.

Two thousand years, this time is enough to turn the most powerful warriors into a pile of white bones, make greatness no longer great, and let all that once existed pass away without leaving a trace.

Time is always the most powerful force.

Except for the God himself, no one can be immortal and will eventually usher in the day of death.

The once prosperous Church of the Dark Lord has long disappeared with the passage of time.

As for the body in front of me

At the thought of this, Aurelius's mouth was bitter, and he didn't know what to say at this time.

To some extent, their loyalty to the Dark Lord need not be questioned too much.

Just the body in front of them is the best they can find.

In today's era, let alone the heroes who awakened the divinity, even if the epic has disappeared, we can't see much at all.

These strong people themselves are not so easy to kill, let alone so cunning. They basically hide in unknown places or indirectly maintain good relations with various churches.

It's not that easy to find.

Even if it is found, with the current strength of the dark church, it will not be able to seize its body, or even be killed by it.

As for the divine descendants who awakened the divine blood?

That thing is also not so easy to find. In today's era, they are all baby bumps. However, everything found is basically pocketed by various churches and rarely stays out.

Not to mention being found by them.

The boy's body, whose divine blood concentration is not too low, is the result of their efforts.

"It seems that during the more than 2000 years of my silence, you are really weak."

Looking at the appearance of orith, the Dark Lord shook his head and looked around silently: "in order to revive me, even blood sacrifice has been used..."

He looked at the mess in the room. There were blood fragments and blood everywhere, like a cult sacrifice. At this time, he was also a little speechless.

Although the Lord of darkness is called darkness, his God is related to darkness, but he is not such an evil god.

If the Dark Lord is at its peak and the dark church still exists, means like blood sacrifice will probably not be used.

But now, it's like this.

"Well, I'm sorry..."

Aurelius lowered his head and looked embarrassed.

For more than 2000 years, the dark church has long declined. Now there are only two or three big cats and kittens left, less of them.

In the more than 2000 years of decline and suppression, the lower limit of the dark church has naturally become lower and lower in order to survive.

In the end, even some of the means that used to be regarded as inferior were picked up and began to learn.

Of course, this is also forced by survival.

After all, if not, the dark church will disappear faster.

Even the Dark Lord may not be able to wake up.

"No harm."

The Dark Lord smiled, a little smile appeared on the little boy's face, and then opened his mouth: "it doesn't matter to use some key means when it's critical..."

"Anyway, at least I can wake up and come back again."

"Better than any other existence..."

The Dark Lord raised his head and looked at the sky and the sky.

On the sky, the brilliance of many stars has faded, and now it seems to have changed a lot compared with the recovery of the past.

Looking at this scene in front of him, the Dark Lord sighed softly, then turned around, looked at Orius in front of him, and stretched out his hand.

It's just a casual hand, a very plain and natural action, but it seems to be holding the general trend of a world, so people have no power to resist at all.

Of course, Aurelius also had no intention of resisting the master he believed in.

Finally, the seemingly immature palm fell over orith's head.

Then scenes began to emerge in his mind.

From his birth to the present, all the pictures he has experienced and all the knowledge information stored in his mind emerge in his mind and are traced back again.

That feeling is very wonderful, as if once again experienced the scene.

Those who remember or don't remember, which have been buried in the depths of memory, have been traced back one by one and awakened again.

And all this only happened in a short moment.

"I see..."

When Aurelius woke up again, in front of him, the thoughtful voice of the Dark Lord came: "has the progress of world integration further intensified since the silence of the gods..."

"It seems that the next era is the key......"

"Interesting......"

While talking, he smiled on his face and smiled at himself at the moment.

As the Dark Lord of God, his level is far above the mundane.

For such beings, it is only a moment to extract the memory and information in mortal minds.

Not to mention that the oreth in front of us is not someone else, but a believer of the Dark Lord himself.

Through the connection of the line of faith, it will be easier to do all this.

After extracting the information from orith's mind, the Dark Lord also made up for more than 2000 years of deficiencies and had a new understanding of everything in this era.

Then he turned and looked in a distant direction.

"ACTO..."

Standing where he was, the Dark Lord looked into the distance, read the name of ACTO in his mouth, and frowned alone: "alone against the twilight church, against the twilight gods..."

"Can such existence still be bred in this era..."

After extracting orith's memory and knowing the recent story of this land, the Dark Lord quickly felt wrong.

Ordinary people naturally do not know the collision between the abyss world and the gods world and the imminent integration.

But as the God of the world, the most noble and top existence in the world, the Dark Lord is naturally very clear.

Even, he was a witness of the original war, and personally participated in the war between the gods and the abyss.

Therefore, standing in the corner of God, he also has his own understanding of the current era.

From the outside, the strong in this era are extinct, the tide of elements is weakening, and the strong are rare because of the silence of the gods.

But in the eyes of the Dark Lord, it is the reason for the integration of the two worlds.

In the process of integration, the rules of the two worlds confront each other and slowly interweave.

In this process, a large number of forces of the world itself are mobilized and put into it, which leads to the decline of the world's own environment.

Even the pillar of the world itself, the gods, have to fall into a deep sleep because of the influence of the world, and give full play to their power to help the world carry out this confrontation. It can be seen how serious the power consumption of the world is.

Within a certain period of time, the world can mobilize so many forces. If there are more forces there, naturally there are fewer forces elsewhere.

This leads to the deterioration of the environment and the thinning and reduction of elements.

The decline of the environment leads to the scarcity of the strong.

This is why there are few strong people in this era.

In this era, except those who directly inherited the power of the gods, the power of others should be very weak.

Even the church, one of the important forces left by the gods, became weaker and degenerated into vulgarity.

However, in this environment, there are strong people who stand out and give full play to their strong power to fight against artifact.

This situation, of course, is surprising.