At the same time, the organization called "Temple" has also mobilized a large number of temple warriors under its banner, and rushed to the Iron Kingdom together with powerful people from several surrounding countries.
It seems that it is going to use a thunderous blow to pull out the growing cancer of Naplow, the king of hell.
The female samurai rushed to the target location with everyone in a hot air balloon airship.
"Buzz buzz~"
The sound of the propeller turning was a bit noisy, but all the people sitting on the deck of the airship were silent, some had serious expressions, some were a little flustered, and some were quietly checking their weapons.
Along the way, the female warriors sat quietly in the corner.
She kept wondering if that man named Naplow was the one she knew.
If so, why did he become like this?
The more I think about it, the more fascinated I become.
Suddenly, everyone on the airship stood up, and the female warrior also raised her head, and saw the captain looking at her.
"It's almost here," said the captain.
"So fast?" The female warrior seemed to have not recovered.
"You seem to be in a bad state?" The captain frowned.
"It's okay," she said.
"Be careful later, and don't get close to Naplow, the king of hell. It is said that that guy can take away the soul of mortals, so that people can't return to the kingdom of God after death." The captain told her.
"I see." She nodded.
At this time, the captain threw a piece of gauze over and looked at the wound on her neck: "Wrap your neck, it's bleeding again."
The captain looked at her bandaging the wound, and said angrily: "You almost died, is it necessary to go so hard to find someone?"
But after finishing speaking, he asked again: "Did you find it?"
She is always so reticent, but when she said this, she let out a long breath: "Maybe you found it!"
But from the captain's point of view, this seemed to be an emotion of joy: "Oh, it seems to be promising."
She said: "Yeah!"
Airships soared in the sky and finally arrived at the capital of the Iron Kingdom.
The airships in the entire sky were connected into a huge ritual array, and multiple figures turned into puppets with a height of 100 meters.
They hold all kinds of huge magic weapons in their hands, which are the legendary immortals.
One of them spoke and called out the other person's name.
"The villain Naplow, God's punishment has arrived."
At this time, a huge ritual array was also activated in the city.
Dense ghosts gushed out, turning into a river of dead spirits and passing through the street.
The transparent shadow passed through the bodies of thousands of believers of the King of Hell, flocking to every corner of the ritual circle, and also elicited shouts like waves in the city.
The power of the ceremony converged to the center, and in an instant, the shadow that originally stood in the center of the hell temple continued to rise.
One stood on the shoulders of the rising ghost body, standing on it, looking at the airship and the so-called immortals in the sky.
"God's punishment?"
"I am God!"
"In this world, no one can punish me."
Naplow slowly took off his black cloak, and finally revealed his true appearance in front of everyone.
His eyes were cold and unruly, and his sharp eyes seemed to look down on everything in this world.
He felt that he no longer needed any concealment, he no longer had to be afraid of anyone, and he didn't need the cloak to cover his dry and thin features.
He is God, no matter what he looks like, that look is great and holy.
The world is defined by him.
And what he said immediately aroused the fury of the god craftsmen present, who were blaspheming the gods they believed in.
"Arrogance."
"How can you know the greatness of God, you evil man who falsely claims to be God."
"In this world, there is only one god."
"This world was created by the only god, God Nasha."
"She is the god who created Rojaan."
One after another, the master craftsmen summoned their divine soldiers, and attacked Naplow with the help of the ritual array, intending to tear up the super-large ghost body he controlled and destroy his ritual array.
On the airship, the captain watched the terrifying ghost turn into a river.?? is the king of hell. "
"I'm Naplow."
"I'm not a monster, I'm not a mute, and I'm not a tin can."
"I will become the most powerful existence, an existence that no one can restrain and imprison."
Thousands of words, all of which came to an abrupt end before the throne.
He took a deep breath and turned around.
He looked at Wan Ling who was crawling under the throne, sat down, put his hands on the armrests, and raised his head high.
However, what he didn't expect was that when he sat on the divine seat, all the ghosts appeared to move.
They seemed to sense something and raised their heads at the same time.
They looked at Naplow, and called out another name in unison.
"The god in the bottle, Anhophus."
"The God of Knowledge"
"Knowledge knowledge"
"The god in the bottle, Anhophus."
Naplow immediately sensed something was wrong, as if something was out of control.
"what happened?"
"The god in the bottle, Anhofus, where is Anhofus?"
And at this time, a certain will seemed to wake up from his body following the call.
The other party has long since died, but that ray of imprint still remains, entrusted to him.
He has been waiting for Naplow to complete his obsession, and only then can he gain his own authority.
And now it's obvious that he's coming to collect the bill.
A huge shadow floated up from behind the seat of God. The sky-penetrating shadow pierced the sky, and the whole picture could not be seen. Only a gray outline of a god could be seen.
And at that moment, Naplow's hair stood on end.
He turned his head and saw the real evil god, looking at him behind him, asking him in a cold voice.
"You promised me, have you finished?"
"Naplow¡ª"
Her words dragged on for a long time, and finally she uttered the byte representing the meaning of the gods.